Excerpt from Tales From The Fridge (Short Story Collection coming soon)
8:30. Sunlight streaming through the window. Chris woke up with a distinct grogginess. His memory was foggy; all he could remember was last night when he attended a co-worker's leaving party. He assumed that he must have drank too much, with his stomach still slightly bloated.
He wasn't a small man, by any stretch of the imagination; about 6'2 on a good day, but his frame was usually rather gaunt and quite slender, so even 2 pounds would show themselves as extra pudge on him.
But this was not 2 pounds, it was probably closer to about 20. While the rest of his body was still quite small, his belly jutted out a couple of inches. He rubbed it slightly, sighed, and got ready for the morning.
As he got dressed, he tried to button a shirt over his now larger stomach. While the buttons did close, there was still a noticeable gap between them. Chris decided this was fine for him, and just decided to hide them the best he could with a wider tie. This seemed to do the trick for him, so he quickly made a slice of toast and headed out to the office.
Getting there, he went to scan his card on the front door, when the machine flashed red. Entry denied. He called his boss to try and see what the issue was, thinking the system was down.
"Oh no, nothing’s wrong," he said, "Your card won't let you in for now"
"Is there anything you can do to make it work?" Chris replied, slightly worried about the status of his employment.
"No, unfortunately, but I will send someone down to come to pick you up and let you in"
So Chris just stood there for what felt like an eternity, waiting for someone to unlock the door for him. The wind had started to pick up, he could feel the breeze on his skin get colder. It was probably only about five minutes he was waiting there, but it felt like an eternity.
Eventually, his escort arrived. A small, brunette woman. Chris had never seen her before. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen anyone outside of his department before.
"you're a very lucky boy," she said to him, "The last person to have this privilege was your boss"
Unsure what she meant by that, he followed her upstairs to his boss's office. Pushing open the large double doors, Chris was greeted by an enormous man. He realised this was the first time he had actually seen his boss in person.
He was a large man, if he didn't know any better Chris would have sworn he was practically circular. He just seemed to be all-belly. Shirts had stopped fitting years ago, so all he was wearing was a pair of dress pants that Chris could very easily use as a sleeping bag, and suspenders going around his distended middle and over his shoulders. He wasn't sure why, but something about this man excited him.
"Seen something you like" His boss said, giving his belly a meaty slap. Chris suddenly realised he had just been staring at this man's body since he walked through the door. He cleared his throat.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to" he stammered, falling over his words, "it's just I-"
His boss held his hand up, he had a warm smile on his face, and Chris tried to calm himself.
"Don't worry about it my man" he said. "its perfectly natural, in fact every time someone meets me for the first time their eyes go here" he said, giving his belly a dramatic rub, "before looking here", putting his hands under his chin.
"That will be all now, Beatrice, you can go now, thank you for everything" he said to the small woman. she bowed and quickly left the room, closing and locking the doors behind her. he beckoned Chris to move closer.
"So, Chris" he started, "You're probably wondering what's going on, why I stopped your card"
Chris didn't say anything, he knew this was the end of his time there. If he fought it would more than likely make it worse.
"Well, as you can see, I am slightly larger than the average man," he continued, "and I love it, I love being big, but therein lies the problem." He stood up from his chair, his belly pulling him off balance. Chris went to try to support him but ended up with his hands on his bare chest. Panicked he quickly apologised and took his hands off.
"Honestly, stop apologising" he said. and he pushed a button on his desk. within a moment, the clear glass windows suddenly became frosted, opaque, but still letting light in.
"There you go, no one can see you now, keep going" he laughed. Chris hesitated a little, before slowly placing his hands back on his boss's rotund middle.
"See, this is my predicament" he continued, "I love being big, but I've run out of room to grow, even my stretch marks are now getting stretch marks!"
"That's hot" Chris responded, far too quickly to think. He flushed a deep scarlet, really wanting the ground to eat him.
"Well, I'm glad you think so, considering I've got a little job for you now" Chris took his hands off, as his boss went to sit back down in his chair, making the whole thing creak and squeal under the pressure of his enormous body on the top of it. "I've run out of room to grow, so I'm going to need someone else to take over that role for me, and so here you are. I saw how you were last night, as soon as Beatrice told me of you at the party, I knew you'd be perfect. The way you were eating and drinking like there was no tomorrow!"
"so what do I need to do?" Chris asked, Looking slightly apprehensive.
"Well, first I need you to take off that shirt, need to know what we're in for. But by the looks of things, that might be a little bit of a problem" he said, jabbing one of his fingers through a gap between his buttons "but that's good, it just further proves you're the best person for the job. Instead, then, we'll just move straight on to the next steps"
he pressed another button on his desk. Chris suddenly found a chair slowly rising up from beneath him, forcing him to sit down. It was a grand, regal chair, with plush cushions. But it was far too big for him, he tried to reach both arm rests, but failed. his boss gave a hearty laugh.
"don't worry dear, you'll grow into it eventually" he said, pulling a small lever. from behind a painting of a lake, a small black box came whizzing through on an overhead rail, stopping in front of Chris's face. he opened it, and inside was a small tube. Really confused now, he turned to his boss, hoping he would explain.
"Thats it, just pop that little bit in your mouth" he said, grabbing the other end, and I'll pop this end in here" he reached over to his desk lamp, removed the bulb, and put the tube into it.
"just a precaution, can't have people knowing what goes on in here, have to be a little discrete sometimes" he flicked the switch of the lamp on, and suddenly it came to life. thick liquid seemed to pour slowly out of the lamp, and down the tube. Chris seemed transfixed by it, in a state somewhere between horror and arousal.
"I hope I don't need to explain to you what to do once that liquid gets to your mouth?" Chris tried to give a muffled whimper, but as he did, he could feel the concoction reaching his lips, and he started to swallow.
at the start things were slow, he could feel himself bloating out a little more, but the shirt seemed to be doing a good job at holding everything in. that was until his boss flicked the switch again, which sped up the flow of the machine. the fabric on his shirt started to creak, His face had gone red, the pressure was building up.
Then, the first button burst off the shirt and hit the opposite wall, swiftly followed by another two. His belly suddenly surged forward, splitting his pants clean open. Chris took a moment to assess the situation. He was sat in his boss's office, basically reduced to his underwear, funnel in his mouth while his boss was sat at the other side of the desk essentially fattening him up. He kept rounding out, getting larger and larger, rounder and rounder, feeling rapidly like he was going to pop. Some fresh stretch marks had started to appear, bright red and angry due to the sudden growth.
after about 20 minutes of this, the flow had slowed down gradually, until it eventually came to a stop. They both sat there in silence, a stunned look on his boss's face. It was his turn to be transfixed by Chris's Belly.
"wow" he finally said, "never in my 30 years at this company have i ever seen anyone take that as well as you did. I'm very impressed. You're coming back tomorrow" Chris looked at him, eyes streaming with tears slightly, being pinned down by the sheer size of his enormous body.
"Here, you'll need this to get in tomorrow" as he was given a new card. Written on it were the words "Christopher Dumfries, Office Pig"
