You’re morbidly obese. Morbid. Think about that. Regarded as disturbing or unhealthy. And you’ve surpassed “morbid obesity” ages ago, but you’re not slowing down. You can’t help yourself. It’s getting worse. I’m making it worse. Does that turn you on? It’s getting harder to fit into public spaces. It’s getting harder to reach yourself. It’s getting harder to convince yourself not to completely let yourself go. It’s almost like humans weren’t meant to get this big. Give in to it. Give into your hedonism and gluttony. Give into your true desires. Give into my teasing, encouragement, humiliation. If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for me. Do it for your feeder.
I specifically love the idea of my fat body being objectified by my parter/s
you standing back and appraising me, putting me in different positions to see me better, making little comments like “gosh you’re big”, or idly commenting on my shape
taking time to measure me, fingertips grazing over my widest parts, using extra long measuring tape, before and after a feeding, commenting on the growth
Your hands gently (or not so gently) investigating my body, groping me, lifting my breasts or my rolls, handling my soft places, pushing your palms into my belly, testing its fullness, how much more it’ll yield
casually address where you’d like me to grow, how big you’d like my belly - maybe write notes on me, label parts of me, little words of encouragement (or degradation)
talk about my body passively; use words like fattened and overfed, talk about your goals for my body, how much I need to be fed, and then describe how you’ll fatten me
be possessive, say things like ‘my fat girl’, ‘look how big I’ve made you’, and always praise me with a ‘good girl’
"I'm so obsessed with this new TikTok trend guys. Like not only does it mean I can suck cock better than any normal girl, it shows how devoted I am to pleasing men. Because now I pretty much can't even talk and it turns me on so fucking much. I don't know who the first girl was to start this trend but you are a legend! Got my lips super enlarged, but my surgeon agrees with me that my goal is like, triple this size. I had all my teeth removed. And my tongue. If I try to talk, at best, I sound like someone who's extremely hard of hearing. But it's mostly incomprehensible. Even if I take my time. Men just tell me I sound like an idiot and we leave it at that. Since my mouth is officially just a cocksleeve.
There's no subtlety to this trend of concealing it. Fill the lip to keep definition and make a better cock-sucking apparatus. Get rid of the teeth. Tongue. Fully embrace being a walking blowup doll. I'd get my boobs done big but so many girls get blimp-size fake tits I figure I should stand out and keep them small. Besides, I have a really fat ass, and I religiously pump my pussy to keep it nice and swollen and perfectly inviting for cock. It makes me so fucking horny..... I touch myself, fantasizing about being taxidermized. Stuffed. Turned into just a sex doll. A literal object for men to use, and that's it. I need to keep going.... Bigger lips, fatter ass and pussy. Maybe I can even get my limbs removed? Then I'll be the perfect sex toy I'm meant to be!
I remember being so stressed out having to rite my videos for YouTube and do research and stuff. Life just makes so much more sense as a simple pair of bouncy porn tits and squishy plump fuck holes for all the hard yummy cocks out there in the world! 💕🤤💕
Sinful idea! Pride is a secret villain who goes around causing people to transform, getting off on seeing them grow, change and rip clothes. But in an act of hubris or desperation, she becomes a victim herself, becoming some sort of "mother of monsters".
The Two-Faced Witch (aka Pride) strutted around the town with her magic wand ready. Hidden in her clothes, she went about her day normally, but she couldnt help the ideas spilling out of her head. She watches a man argue with his girlfriend about what she's wearing, before pointing her wand at him.
"Bimbo." She stated. Instantly the man's chest exploded out of his shirt, his waist shrank, his ass exploded outward, and his jair grew out and blonde. Braincells fizzled out, and the new ditz stared at her bewildered girlfriend, immediately hitting on her.
Pride then pointed to the woman. "Gnoll." Immediately the girlfriends shocked mouth was filled with sharp teeth. It cracked into a muzzle as fur grew all on her body, shredding her skimpy dress as a cock popped out of her panties. The gnoll stood there, bewildered, before the bimbo leapt onto the exposed cock and started sucking. Pride watched on with arousal, rubbing her legs together as she fled the scene. Similar scenes occurred throughout the day.
Man was scene delivering packages door to door? "Centaur." His pants shredded as his ass expanded with a whole new set of legs and a fat horse cock.
A news reporter was filming a scene on camera? "Slimegirl." On screen the old man melted into blue goo, reforming into the form of a young busty woman made out of slime.
A young boy was getting bullied by the playground? "Dragon." Scales and wings and fire ripped the boy's clothes asunder, and she saw the bullies flee in terror as they were chased by the beast.
The barista fucked up her coffee order, despite being the only customer when she got there and it not being crowded. "Dorse." She wasnt staying to watch that chaos ensue.
She had to take shelter in a stall as she dropped her pants, furiously rubbing her wet pussy.
"Oh fuuuccck..." she gasped, fingering herself. "Why am I onoy limited to six spells a day?? They're so hot when they transform, i cant stand it!"
In desperation, she took her wand and started using it as a dildo. "I want more! They look so hot i want to see more! More changes! More debauchery! The human body is so boring, how could I possibly be expected to get off to it unaltered???"
It was then, inside of her, that the wand accidentally misfired right to her womb. The explosion made her stomach glow for a moment as she stood there, processing what happened as a large pink heart formed on her womb. Suddenly her body was racked with convulsions as she fell to the floor, coughing up blood.
"Whats...happening...to me...?" She asked as her flesh began to harden and crystallize. Laying where she was, the pink glow was all that could be seen in the provocative statue before the shape inside began to morph and change.
When the heroes found her, the glow had faded. It was a single statue. Then...it cracked. The cracks fell around Pride's face and fell off, exposing a cat-like eye with black sclera. The heat that came off it made the room immedistely heat up as the crystal fell away. 10 large claws broke out of the hands of Pride, followed another set of arms splitting off from them with wet, disgusting sounds. The claws grasped the crystal around Pride's face and forced them away. Pride's face had scales running down her cheeks and a jewel in her forehead. Devil horns pierced her blonde hair, and she grinned at the heroes with an unhinged smirk. One tried to back away, but she cut his leg while he retreated with her claws.
"Minotaur." She ordered in a raspy voice, and immedistely the hero started to transform with bulging muscles, horns, and moos.
Pride flexed her chest and a MUCH larger chest spilled out of the crystal, colored pale white and purple. Hearts dotted her nipples while purple liquid leaked from them. She flexed her back and two large bird wings broke free from behind her, and above her ass a thick insectoid tail broke free with a needle at the end. The needle had the same shape as her wand. Finally she broke her legs free, only for her legs to be hooves. She clopped over to where the minotaur had taken a heroine hostage, taking her face in her hands, before passionately making out with the woman. At first the woman resisted, but to their horror the heroes watched as the woman's body began growing fur, her super suit bursting with massive orange tits, and a fluffy orange tail sprouting between the minotaurs legs. The heroine grew a muzzle and pointy ears, and Pride let her go with a trail of glowing pink saliva. "Foxgirl."
"You...who are you???" The hero called as the two ex-heroes had started to animalistically fuck each other on the bathroom floor. Pride looked to them with a smile, scanning them like meat.
"Isn't it obvious? Im the Two-Faced Witch...Mother of Altered States. And im thinking you all would make an excellent furry orgy."
People on GLP-1s Say They Have This 1 Unexpected Obsession: Extreme Body Modification.
Of course, that’s not too unexpected. Right? Once someone is able to shape their own flesh with ease it only makes sense that an obsession about taking it further makes sense. But the strange thing is how they want to change themselves, or rather what they want to become. It’s the same for everyone, too. The ideal form that all these GLP-1 users share is a hulking, depraved vision of a human twisted into something resembling a horse. Users refer to form as the Queen’s Stallion, or Dorse. And obsession is not an understatement. GLP-1 users are plagued with visions of themselves as these giant quad legged beasts. Mounting others with their giant dorse cock, have long phallic necks and sucking at anything with those elongated mouths. They dream of losing themselves in pleasure as their donut assholes are railed, stamping their hooves to demand more and more. Some are theorizing that with the right peptide cocktail, anybody can be made into a dorse. The blueprints already exist within most humans, it just needs the right materials.
Now of course, research into this topic is still in its infancy, but some of humanities greatest minds have already been given a hit of GLP-1 so its only a matter of time until the code is cracked.
"Welcome back to another exciting episode of 'my state gave me a womb... without my permission.' Just a small update. I'm getting fucking huge. But I'm not even seven months! This is so unreal. I cannot believe I was picked for this but here we are, I guess... I started transitioning in my teens, went to college and got my Bachelor's. Now I work at a local energy company in management. So, I'm doing really well for myself. But in an almost bittersweet form of validation, my state was checking my medical records and saw I hadn't had one kid yet at 23. This is apparently very unacceptable. I got a letter in the mail saying I needed to make an appointment with a state-approved fertility expert or OB-GYN. Or risk a court summons..... Where I assume I'd be 'impregnated' in jail if I declined. So, appointment it is!
When I got there they checked my vitals and asked about my sex life, telling me I might need libido enhancing drugs or IQ-lowering drugs if I had no interest in sex. I told them I had plenty of sex. Then I fully stripped and out came my erect, eight-inch cock. The doctor saw it and asked me how often I masturbate. I said very often. He asked if I wanted to go on Rocket. I said maybe... Then he said my lack of breeding was easily remedied, and sent an emergency request into my insurance to get me a uterus. Never asking me if I wanted one. Only a week later I'm in surgery....
They gave me this pamphlet in recovery that explained how my womb was issued by the state of Pennsylvania. It would be IMMEDIATELY inseminated and I'd be kept on fertility drugs. I'm now literally legally the property of Pennsylvania. I'm a baby factory, not a person. I have no say in whether I'm pregnant. They will keep forcing me to get massively pregnant over and over.....
I asked how I give birth. I thought they might have me push the babies out urethrally on Rocket. Nope! I'm taking Rocket now just to enhance the size of my cock and balls because my doctor wants them bigger. So now I'm a proud member of the anally tucking club. Yay me. As for birthing..... I'll be given filmed C-Sections while awake. When I go into the clinic in my country, there are loads of girls waiting for theirs. Tons of girls with huge bellies that have a few sloppy suture scars, or they're stapled together. Like the girls have to wait so long they need to improvise and find ways to keep their bellies together. Quite a few girls were playing on their phones, wombs exposed on their laps as doctors and nurses take pictures or just tell them to wait a bit longer.... The girls are all going through intense, prolonged labor, and I can see why.....
My insurance approved my C-section. Saying the first available date is gonna be when I'm thirteen months pregnant....Ummmm, what the fuck? I asked about this and they said it's normal because our paperwork and claims take longer to process than cis girls. And I shouldn't get too comfortably because it might get delayed..... Guys, my belly is already sooo tight with what has to be triplets.... And I'm gonna have to wait until I'm four months overdue. Going through labor pains and contractions that whole time. And now I have to deal with this over and over again...... for the rest of my life. I'll try to keep my job.... But this is going to get unbearable fast..... At least I'll have a nice big cock to play with while I writhe in pain as my body tries to give birth in vain for months....."
"From PhD hopeful to a dumb tradwife with no career or job, whose husband pretty much owns her like property.... My parents must be so proud. I was in this debate club with an annoying misogynistic conservative dude named Trevor. I loved to bash and insult me as I took the podium, arguing my points in everything from women's rights to philosophy. He never replied to anyone else or challenged anybody else's ideas, only mine.
One night during a heated exchange, he called me a 'walking uterus universities like ours shouldn't humor by perpetuating the lie that I'm any smarter than a used tire', I think the absurdity of his remark caught a few people off guard and it made a few of my peers laugh. Including our philosophy professor, whom I admired greatly. This made me beat red and step out. He followed soon after, offering to buy me a drink. Said drink ended up with me face down on a hotel room bed, naked, as he fucked my ass, spanking me, calling me a 'useless fucking idiot' repeatedly, among other things.... I came so hard, gushing all over him, myself, and the room. The next morning he apologized to the woman at the front desk, pulling my arm to his side, saying his 'braindead slut girlfriend' squirted all over the room....
I was so flattered he called me his girlfriend.... He had me take Jezebel and Damsel..... Get me nice and fertile, grow out a massive set of breasts just for him, and get my IQ down to an acceptable level. I used to score a 160, now I can't score about 72..... He says I can definitely stand to go lower, and I agree. 50 is probably my goal. I love being so dumb I can't decide anything without him or even make plans anymore. He needs to do it for me. I've given him twenty kids so far! Two sets of quadruplets and two sets of sextuplets! He tells me that equals twenty but I don't really understand why. Anything more than five and I lose count fast! Even five is a bit tricky to count up to sometimes.....
So, as you can see I've completely dropped out and given everything to Trevor. Guess he won the debate. I've becomes the perfect empty-headed breeder wife for him. We got married when I was full term with sextuplets. I wore on a garter, a white bow in my hair, and hoops rings in my nipples with a chain connected to a hoop in my popped-out navel, with one last chain leading to a piercing where my clit used to be. He had it removed very early into us dating. He dragged me to a piercing shop near our campus, paid them extra to remove it even as I protested. They happily did it, and encased my clit in a small jewel Trevor eventually had put on a ring to propose to me with. Now I wear my severed clit as a constant reminder of who really owns me..... And I'll be his forever, or until he gets bored of me. But hopefully these huge soft breasts he's forced me to grow keep him interested for a long while....."
(A story dedicated to a special piglet. Ingredients: farmer feeder, hucow, intox, mind play. Enjoy x)
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Well hello there - you're the new farmhand, right?
It's nice to meet you, but are they sure they sent the right person? No, it's just you're such a little twig, I'm surprised you're up for this kind of work. Don't worry though, we'll get some meat on those bones soon.
Yep - specialty dairy. The richest, creamiest milk in the world right here. I know, our reputation precedes us.
What's our secret? Well, if you show you can be trusted you'll get to see behind the scenes. But really, it comes down to really caring for my herd. A happy cow makes me happy, you know?
Well, head inside now - there's plenty of dinner on the table and dessert in the fridge. Help yourself to as much as you want, it's going to be a big day tomorrow.
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How did you sleep? And how was that breakfast - pancakes with our own milk, butter and cream, my favourite as well. Hope you filled up!
Today, you'll be in the dairy making butter pats. It's easy, just watch me.
Take a scoop of our soft, fresh butter, use these paddles to shape it - there you go. Just focus on pushing the soft butter into shape. That's it, just like that.
It's pretty tedious, but just stay focused on the push and the pull, on squeezing it. Perfect.
If you have a little glob fall off like that, don't worry - I usually just eat it. No, really! Try. It's good, right? Almost addictive.
I made you a coffee to help you focus. With our milk and cream, of course. Good right? You focus on your work, I'll be back in a few hours to check on you.
What do you mean that didn't feel like hours? You must have zoned out a little there. Looks like you finished your coffee - come back to the farmhouse for lunch.
There's a huge pot of soup for us to get through, plus fresh bread - we can try some of your butter. Damn, you move quick when you're hungry, huh? Guess you're working up quite an appetite.
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How's your first week gone? It seems like farm life is suiting you, you look much healthier than when you got here.
You're enjoying the food? Well of course - we have amazing fresh produce, all our wonderful dairy. I'm glad to see you're putting plenty of it away.
Slow? No, you haven't seemed slow. More relaxed maybe, but we're happy with how you're working. You feel dazed? Coming here after that fast paced city, it's no wonder it's taking you some time to adjust.
Let yourself settle into your life here and you'll start feeling better in no time. Let yourself slow down a bit, relax. Enjoy good meals, relaxing in the fields, getting a good night's rest. Don't worry about anything, we're looking after you.
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You like the new clothes? Well, those old ones were getting pretty stretched around the middle. And around the ass. And, well - should I call them your tits? Don't worry, I'm only teasing. It's nice to see someone with a healthy appetite.
Speaking of which, you have a new job today. We're making ice-cream this season and I wanted you to taste test them for us. Who better? Noone appreciates my food like you do.
I've gone for a few dozen recipes, and I want you to give them a proper taste. Not just a few bites, let big scoops of them melt in your mouth. Feel them dropping down your throat, appreciate the sweet richness spreading on your tongue. Enjoy it!
How are you getting on - wow, you look quite out of it. Did you manage to taste them all? Such a good job, which one was your favourite?
You're not sure? You feel so good drunk and dozy all you want to do is sleep? Thats no problem, you go take a long nap in your bed and I'll get a new set of samples for you to try.
Once we've got the ice-cream recipe made we can move onto to the milkshakes.
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You can't face work today? Oh poor thing, look at you. You're so soft and bloated, and you can barely string a sentence together. Maybe it's all those huge meals you've been devouring, at least four a day now, with all those snacks in between.
Then again, it might also be the special mix I've been slipping into your coffee, your pancakes, your milk before bed. Appetite stimulants. Muscle relaxers. Hormones. A few things to slow your mind right down, and your metabolism along with it.
A few months ago you'd be scared to hear me say this, but now you're just nodding your empty head - you're probably just thinking about your next meal, aren't you?
Well don't worry, you don't have to worry about that, or about your job here. You're ready to start in a very special role. Follow me to the barn.
You haven't seen any of our cows yet, have you? Well - I'd say don't be surprised but I don't think that softened brain if yours can be surprised anymore, can it?
That's right, all of our cows started off as a farmhand, like you! Or rather, like you used to be. Now, well - you for right in.
Let's get you out of those clothes, they look uncomfortably tight anyway. You just need this - your collar and its pretty bell. I've got a rope to lead you, and you'd be more comfortable on all fours, wouldn't you?
See, this pen is all set up for you. Let me strap you into this harness so you can rest while that belly hangs low - I wonder how long until it reaches the ground? I'll strap you in nice and tight so you can't struggle and hurt yourself.
This is your feeding tube, let me just push it between your lips like that - such a good cow. That's going to keep you pumped full of sweet liquid calories all day and night. We want you as soft and bloated as possible so you can produce.
Aww, that moan almost sounded like a question. Cows don't speak silly. They just produce milk, and with the hormones I've been been feeding you you're teats look just about ready to burst.
Let me just attach the pump and - oh, you like that don't you. Does that feel good? Those moans are so desperate, can you moo for me little cow? Moo around that tube fattening you up more and more, moo to the feeling of your tits being milked while the bell around your neck jingles, and I'll give you a reward.
Good cow. Such a good cow for me.
See, this harness is also perfect for me to give you your reward. I've wanted to this since your fat ass started spreading over the edge of the kitchen chairs. I'm going to cum deep inside you like the good breeding cow you are, then plug up your dripping hole till I next need a release.
Fuck you feel so good for me, you're such a good, dumb cow for me. Moo for me pretty one. Moo is you want me to keep you crammed full like this forever. Moo if you want to be my good cow, completely. Moo if you're mine.
"Guys, I can't function anymore. It's official. I think I've gone too far with this whole 'free use' thing.... Shout out to the guy who tagged me in his creeper vid today. I was out shopping and he followed me around, filming me. Mind you, he wasn't a fan, had no idea I was free use, since I shop out of town so I can in peace. But instead of breaking character, being outraged like I should be, I was flattered.....
I saw him not so subtly filming and just flat out asked 'are you filming me?' I giggled politely. I felt zero animosity or any sense of danger or offense. My first thought was, 'I think that fat guy is filming me, that's so awesome! I hope he enjoys the footage later!' I decided to confront him. I let him interview me. He asked me how many kids I was pregnant with. I told him triplets. He seemed really flustered and embarrassed and I tried to be friendlier to make him feel comfortable. I told him I love getting pregnant and didn't mind him filming me.
He was your typical awkward creeper so he kept filming after our chat. I noticed and turned for him, rubbing my belly, smiling. Before exploring this kink I would've been mortified. Calling security, the police, trying to get away. Instead all I wanted to do was show off for his camera. Strip. Put on a good show. WTF is wrong with me? I can't believe this is just how I think now.... everyone around town knows how bad I've gotten, walking around town with my arms bound behind my back, in a ballgag and a garter, that's it. For hours.... Just letting men and women do as they please..... I don't know how to go back and be a normal woman anymore.
After following and filming me another ten minutes, I turned to him and asked him if he liked blowjobs. I sucked off his smelly cock, his gut pushing against my face, in the changing room, holding his phone, filming it. I gave a peace sign when he climaxed after three minutes, showing the cum on my tongue before swallowing. He filmed me all the way to my car.... and I just waved goodbye and smiled like I always do now..... It doesn't matter how rough or disrespectful or abusive men get. I serve them happily, like my body belongs to them..... not my own at all. The longer I do this, carrying strangers' kids, demeaning myself. The more I actually believe that's what I'm really for."
"I'm so fucking spoiled, guys. Look at me, this is out of hand. Ever since I got this sponsorship it's like so obvious what this company is doing. I guess a bunch of social media outreach people and rich advertising gurus love to see pretty girls get fat. I can't say I really blame them. It's fun to watch, isn't it? Seeing me get softer, bigger, squishier, jigglier.... tuckered out so much easier.
This company reached out and were like, 'Hey Natalie, love the content. We're a super trans-inclusive brand making leggings and sporty clothes that have built-in tucking fabric that minimizes the size of your impressive genitalia. Hoping you're interested in giving a review!' They pay an insane amount AND yeah, they're super nice. Funny, personable, not at all corporate or robotic to interact with. I get paid like legit 5x what other sponsors give out. The clothes come and in the note they specifically mention their products stretch if I happen to splurge on food with my sponsorship money or do some mukbang videos. That they love working with models of all sizes and I never need to worry about my weight, working with them. Hmmmm my how hyper specific!
I chat to the sponsorship rep assigned to me, she had me try on the clothes for her as she very clearly enjoyed the show and got flustered, complimenting my body. My breasts, my ass, my thighs, my cock especially. Her eyes lit up telling me how gorgeous and big it was. We chatted a while, and she repeated what the note said, that if I get bigger it's no issue and I deserve to treat myself. I went along with it, even telling her maybe I will get bigger.....
I looked into their models and yeah, no surprises. Lots of trans girls but if you scroll back on every model's page, they're way skinnier. After my first real shoot I got a generous bonus and they took me out to an all-you-can-eat buffet.... subtle, guys. They told me to eat until my pretty heart and belly is content. That was less than a year ago and needless to say, I'm happily signing on to renew my contract for another five years. This is incredible. I've almost doubled my starting weight of 130lbs. Getting SO big already and they tell me very openly they want me to model every size they offer. Up to 10X. My cock hardened so much when they said that. I told them I can't wait to be so big I fill out a 10X and it looks too small on me. The rep smiled and said she knew she made the right choice when she targeted my page.
I don't really care how fat I get. Probably well over 500lbs. Maybe even bigger? If it means I can keep up this contract, get paid to pile on weight and model cute clothes for such an inclusive cause! I've never felt sexier.... And I'm glad they even sponsor my adult material too. Do you like watching a growing, pretty trans girl jerk off and stuff her face for hours and hours? I hope so.... Because it looks like they want me to make lots and lots of content for you all as I work my way up to their largest sizes! ❤️"
(wg story about being secretly turned into the office piggy)
You weren't worried about gaining weight at your new job, even if it did involve sitting behind a desk all day.
One of the first things you'd noticed when you'd come in for your interview was that everyone was in great shape.
No wonder, either, with all the ammenities the company offered. Free food - 3 meals and a day and as many snacks as you want, prepared by the in house chefs.
Fancy coffee machines, fridges stocked with kombucha and seltzer, a gym and spa on site, massages, a nap room - this place took employee wellbeing seriously.
You could already see yourself getting lean, putting on some muscle. Clearly the office culture was one of discipline, and you were ready to slot right in.
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Okay - maybe the first few weeks hadn't gone quite as planned. Your workload was heavier than you expected, so there was less time to hit the gym. The chef prepared meals were delicious - so delicious you found it almost impossible to opt for the healthier options over rich, indulgent dishes.
You were drinking a lot coffee to stay focused, at least the machines dispensed endless skinny cappuccinos, but even with that you found yourself craving a sugar hit for attention. The break room might be stocked with almonds and sawdust-tasting protein bars, but you found yourself grabbing a big scoop of m and ms several times a day.
The truth was, you weren't getting any fitter. Instead, you were feeling a little softer all over - especially at the top of your thighs which were spreading wider and wider in your plush office chair.
Meanwhile, your colleagues looked as good as ever. The guy in the next office keeps stopping by to see how you're settling in and every time you swear his grip is a little stronger as he jostles your shoulder.
You vow to double down on keeping in shape - though looks like you'll be working till ten tonight, so you're going to need to fuel up before then.
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The friday that marks six months at the company for you is also the night of the office hoilday party before you closed till new year.
Last year, you owned a cozy, baggy, oversized christmas jumper. Now, you own a just-about-covers-your-swelling-gut christmas jumper.
Still, the boss had insisted everyone wear something festive so you don't have much choice.
The party is lavish - specialty cocktails, a huge buffet and tuxedoed waiters circling with hors d'oeuvres and champagne to make sure there's always something within reach.
You mean to keep control of yourself, but all your coworkers keep pressing drinks on you, and pretty soon it's hard to say no. They keep reocmmending food as well, and then the tall girl from accounts you always though was cute is pushing a chocolate coated straberry between your lips. Soon everyone is taking it inturns to feed you, and as confused as you are you can't help but admit you're enjoying it - maybe too much.
That night, after you get home, you spend an hour touching yourself to the feeling of everyone's eyes on you as your over-tight jumper rode up over your rounded stomach.
The next morning though, you're embarassed. How can you have gotten so out of shape so fast? Sure the job is stressful, and there always seems to be food to hand, but everyone else in the office seems to have no problem.
When you're back in the office after new years you're going to turn things around. There's no point starting a diet during the holidays, but in a few weeks you're going to be on the track to dropping the pounds.
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Of course, it's not really your fault you can't seem to keep the weight off. Your colleagues all know a few things you don't.
They know that the coffee machine in your break room might offer sinny lattes, but they pour cream-thickened coffees filled with sugary syrups and enough caffeine to keep you craving six cups a day.
They know that the chef - infuses - certain dishes, and makes sure you grab those plates, leaving you dozing and snacking through the afternoon.
They know that your supervisor lets the canteen know to prepare extra large desserts right after assigning you a new pile of work, so you have something to help you deal with the stress.
And they know that one of the perks of the job - for them at, least - is getting to take their stress out on the office piggy. Once the workload gets too much for your struggling brain and your body is properly swollen you'll be gently offered a new role in the company, one more suited to your skill set.
You'll be so tired of the stress, and so eager to please you manager, you sign without reading the job description. That's why you're surprised when you're delivered to your new office and find nothing but a bed with thick straps at each corner and a cart loaded with food - and when your old office-neighbour comes in and grabs a box of doughnuts as he pulls down his suit pants.
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