Weight Gain Is So Much More Fascinating Than Youd Think It Would Be?? And Its The Little Things - No

weight gain is so much more fascinating than you’d think it would be?? and it’s the little things - no one/nothing prepared me for the softening, swelling sensation of my arms getting fatter, and i have so many stretch marks now. bodies are cool

The Secretary

She looks at the last few bites of cake, while I stare, dumbfounded, at the spectacle of gluttony before me. Crumbs decorate her face and chins, not to mention the mile of cleavage she’s showing. Her belly flows over her massive thighs while her ass almost engulfs the break room chair intended for people, not whales like her. She hiccups and looks desperately at me.

“Go on. Finish it. You know you want to.”

…

I remember when I hired her I thought she was fat. She was dressed in a modest top with a painted on tight pencil skirt. Her pantyhose had clearly been purchased before some recent weight gain as the netting was stretched tight. She wouldn’t be dealing with the clients too much, so I didn’t see any issue letting her handle my affairs. I had never seen anyone as big as her, so I guess you could say it was morbid curiosity that drove me to offer her the position. I must admit, she was spectacular at her job, but her fat ass was ALWAYS eating. On more than one occasion, I had to reprimand her for answering the phone with a mouth full of some sort of treat she had her desk drawers crammed full of. I’m amazed she had room for supplies with all the candy bars, snack cakes, and salty goodies in there. As the months passed, I couldn’t help but notice she somehow was getting larger, and at an exponential rate it seemed. I would get stuck behind her in the hallway because she had gotten too wide for anyone to pass her. As I was behind her, I would become hypnotized by how her ass cheeks bounced and wobbled in her leggings (skirts were no longer an option). I noticed how she was having a harder time typing because her belly kept spilling onto the keyboard. She eventually got to where she would just rest the keyboard ON her belly. Good Lord. She really was huge. I peek skin from under her blouses on a daily basis. I quickly look away, but the tightness in my pants calls me to glance again. She’s such a butterball. Am I actually attracted to her? The office constantly comments on her size, but she pays no mind. It’s almost as if she LIKES being this big. The other people have also started noticing food going missing from the break room. I mentioned to her the policy on food. She said she’d never do anything like that, but the wry smile told me exactly who the culprit was. I looked over this until my birthday. I had a cake ordered from my favorite bakery (double chocolate with Buttercream icing). It was a half sheet cake, enough for most of the floor. I left it in the break room with a note that read “For the party. Do not EAT before then!” I notice my secretary is wearing a blouse I knew was loose not three weeks ago; now she’s straining every seam. I go into my office to work until the office party at lunch.

Being the micro manager I am, I go back to set everything up for my own birthday in the break room. I stop dead in my tracks as I notice a huge corner has been taken off my cake. That cow. This is the last straw. I march back to her desk.

“Can you accompany me to the break room please?”

“I’m not hungry, but thanks.”

“Let me rephrase this: break room. NOW.”

She heaves herself out of her chair and turns to me. I spy the smallest chocolate crumb on the corner of her lips. I stifle my rage and walk her to the crime scene. She turns sideways to get in the room and then looks at me.

“What has you in a mood today, boss?”

(I love it when she calls me that…no…stay focused!)

“Do you notice anything wrong with my cake?” I ask as I lock the door into the room.

“Looks like they shorted you some.”

“Ah, I don’t think THEY did…I think YOU did! Could you seriously not wait until the party?! The only reason I bought a cake this big is because I knew your fat ass would eat half of it! Now it’s ruined!”

“There’s still plenty left, boss.”

(Is she smiling?! Does she not care I just called her a fat ass?)

“Oh I know there is…and you’re gonna eat every last bite of it. I’ve told you to stop eating what isn’t yours, and now it’s time to learn a lesson. I’m gonna sit here and watch you eat this whole thing.”

She looks…calm. Almost determined. My heart is racing and my head is reeling because I know this is going to very much be my last day employed, and very possibly, my last day out of the court system. I just had to do something, and honestly, I want to see how much this piggy can eat. Amazingly, she doesn’t protest. She sits down at the table, pulls the cake to her, grabs a fork and starts with gusto. She eats as if she has not seen food in years. Some bites are as big as what the little office pool girls would call their slice. She slows for a moment and looks as me.

“Can I have some milk, boss?” She says with…a wink?! Is she enjoying this? I rush to the fridge to get the milk and to hide my excitement at this display. I bring the jug and a glass to her. She waves off the glass and starts to chug the milk. A quarter of the cake is gone now. She continues to devour. I stop her and take the fork away.

“Come now. Piggies don’t eat like that. Get your face in there.”

(What the fuck am I saying? Did I have a stroke?)

Again, not a word and she buries her face in the cake. After a few bites, she starts grabbing handfuls and cramming them in her mouth. I can’t believe what I’m witnessing. I had no idea she was such a glutton. She only has a quarter of the cake left and she is clearly slowing down.

“Can I undo a couple buttons on my top, boss? They’re awful tight.”

I nod and she undoes the bottom two. Her belly, as if sensing it can finally be free, springs forth and jiggles in her lap. She heaves the bottom half of it from her leggings so the creamy expanse is spread out. She rubs it and moans. She’s used to eating, but this is a bit much. I struggle with what to do for I had not thought of an endgame. I want nothing more than to sink my fingers into her. Caress every blubbery inch. She hiccups and looks desperately at me.

“Go on. Finish it. You know you want to.”

“Can you feed it to me, boss? I’m getting tired.”

I walk over to the table and pick up a piece of cake. I bring it to her mouth and she opens wide. It is a big piece but that doesn’t stop her. I push it all the way in with my finger. She starts to chew, but not before grabbing my hand and licking every bit of icing off. She stares into my eyes. She knows what she has done. I grab another piece and with a bit more force, put it in her mouth. My other hand travels down to her belly. I pinch and shake one of her many fat rolls. Her eyes close and she moans loudly. My God, she’s actually getting off on being such a pig. But I’ve never been more aroused in my life as I am feeding this sow bigger. I get into a rhythm of food and rubbing and before I know it, there is no cake to reach for. She actually ate the whole damn thing. She is trying to get comfortable and I hear the chair creak under her weight. Her eyes are closed in overindulgence fueled bliss.

“Well, did you learn your lesson, piggy?”

“I don’t think so, boss. Maybe I could come by your place tonight for extra tutoring?”

I gave her the rest of the day off and I quickly left as well. She got a substantial raise and her own office with its own refrigerator. I love my secretary.

Ussbbw Echo being this buried and immobilised in her own fat is something else 🐷🥵

Fat boys that are valid:

fat boys w mental illness

fat boys w stretch marks

fat boys who are trans

fat boys who are gay

fat boys who don’t know what they are

poor fat boys

rich fat boys (hmu)

almost every single fat boy!

Fat boys that are NOT valid:

hanzo mains >:(

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