She tries filling out the papers

Lauren enters the conference room and sits down on one of the small, creaky, uncomfortable hard plastic chairs.

Luckily (or shamefully depending on her perspective) she has so much padding on (and frankly in) her body that it isn't too bad.

The chair groans under her weight as she picks up a pen and looks at the first page of the paper.

Lauren whimpers, it's asking her for all kinds of personal information she either doesn't know (she never was very good at remembering her social security number), or would rather not share (like her actual weight and height).

They... they wont actually check this stuff, right? It's ok to fudge those numbers, isn't it?

Lauren asks herself as she considers lying. As if to assure her, her tummy growls.

Fudge does sound nice right now...

She blushes as she catches herself thinking about food and sweets. Fixating on food is what caused her to balloon up so much in the first place during the lockdown!

I'll just do this part later...

Lauren decides as she flips the page and goes on to the next one. It ends up being a very long and confusing page of legalese, some kind of disclaimer about arbitration, non-compete... ugh, she just sighs and signs it, not bothering to read the very important document, hoping she wont come to regret that decision.

The pages go on and on like this, detailing all kinds of elaborate scenarios and responsibilities that Lauren doesn't understand as she signs page after page.

Finally, after what feels like an hour, and once her hands are cramping and her ample ass has gone numb and her whole body feels too hot from sitting in her restrictive, stiflingly warm body-shaping suit, there comes a knock at the door to shake her from her boredom-induced stupor.

Lauren yelps in surprise and turns around.