Scott hopes you don't take the role of 'Babysitter' Literally!

Getting up isn't easy so you quickly roll off Scott, leaving the poor kid gasping. "Scott, are you all right?" you ask, slowly sitting up.

"I've had a big fat hippo fall on top of me, what do you think?" he retorts sarcastically.

"I mean is anything damaged or broken?"

Scott slowly gets to his feet "No, I think everything's fine. All that blubber cushioned me from the weight!"

"Hey!" you retort, but looking down at yourself you see that Scott's right. Freed from the confines of the cubicle, your belly has expanded and is almost roundlike. Scott keeps his distance as you manage to get to your feet.

Written by AndrewAnorak

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