Climbing Rank, Climbing Weight Facade Enterprise Incorporated.
Laura glanced between her phone and the building's logo emblazoned across the plain stone building. First day on the job...she hoped she could avoid doing anything embarrassing. The best thing she could do would be to make a nice, polite first impression on everybody she came across. Give no one any reason to think ill of her as the “new girl”.
She'd bought all new, well-fitting clothes to make sure no wardrobe malfunctions would occur since she had such a wide, bottom-heavy frame. She even went through the extra step to get rid of slacks with those humiliating chub rubs along the inner thighs, and any tight blouses that let her soft, drooping belly play peekaboo with any onlookers if it accidentally came untucked.
Then again, she could've just gone with a skirt instead like she often did.
Oh well, she thought, it was too late for her to fuss over any of that for much longer. She was procrastinating in the parking lot after all, trying to find excuses to not go in quite yet.
Laura performed a last few perfunctory adjustments of her shirt to ensure her gut didn't stick out too much and did the same for her pants to keep them hiked up over the entirety of her broad hips and rump before entering inside.
A few hours passed, introductions and instructions doled aplenty, and before Laura knew it, she was on her first lunch break.
“Oh, honey, did you bring your own lunch?” Her new supervisor, a warm-spirited older woman who'd taken quite a shine to her already, looked over at the paper bag in her subordinate's grasp.
“I—I did...was I not supposed to?” Laura perked up nervously, crumpling the bag closed and quickly setting it back down.
“No, no! It's nothing like that!” Her supervisor chuckled amicably, “There's just no way we're having you eat by yourself though for your first day here! We're taking you out for sure! You like Chinese?” “Oh! Yeah...!” The big food-driven gal's eyes lit up as much as her big soft tummy did, and the older woman grinned.
“Well lucky you, we've got this buffet around the corner from us? 5 different kinds of fried rice.” “Five.”
“Five!” The supervisor emphatically repeated to the sound of Laura's disbelief, “Lemme go round up a couple others and we'll head out together, alright? We'll all take my big van over there.”
The middle-aged lady left with an uncharacteristic amount of haste, leaving Laura by her lonesome once more.
She fiddled a bit more with the paper bag containing her lunch, thinking to herself again. The work environment seemed nice so far; that was a plus.
Before long though, her supervisor had returned with a trio of her fellow subordinates, and they all set off together.
“Oh wow...! Did you skip breakfast this morning?” One of Laura's new coworkers asked, seeing the heaping piles of saucy meats and various fried rices on the new hire's plate.
“Hmm? No, I ate plenty this morning.” Laura obliviously answered, tucking in with reckless abandon. “Goodness...she's got a healthy appetite on her, that's for sure! Seems the buffet was a good choice!” The supervisor chuckled, redirecting the others' attention with a different topic afterwards to let the plump doughbutt enjoy herself without further remark.
The young woman happily ate to her heart's content while the others engaged in their typical office chatter, getting up for seconds and even thirds. By the time that their break was well over and done with, Laura was an extra full and happy girl.
“Good lord, she ate the whole time...!”
“Hush up, it's fine. They don't call it lunch so you can run your jaw the whole time instead.” The supervisor chided the scrawniest of her subordinates, laying a gentle hand on the new hire's pudgy shoulder, “We went a little over break, Laura. Ready to get back?”
“Mmmnnh~” She sleepily nodded, slumped back in her chair with a vacant, sated grin.
The big girl slowly shuffled back up to her feet, belly visibly bulging further with how stuffed she was. She fumbled with the button to her pants the whole way back to the office, finding that she was much too swollen with sustenance to re-cinch it around her generously glutted waistline.
————————————————————————————————————————— “And that's why we must re-evaluate our commitment to external affair policy. Let's remember our mission statement for a moment: blah, blah, blah, blah...” The sound of the higher-up droning on during one of their customary lunch meetings was something Laura had acclimated to tuning out over the course of her relatively new career at FEI, as she'd come to learn it was called in abbreviation. It was a Casual Friday, meaning that she'd had the luxury of wearing something less stuffy than her usual attire; although it didn't quite fit like she remembered it did.
A hefty muffin top bubbled out of the sides of her sweater; she didn't even have to stretch her arms above her head to expose the pale, bloated flesh bulging beneath. The front of her midsection hung softly over the band of purple fabric comprising her skirt, hiding it from view until it got stretched to the limits of its elastic across the nearly two-person span of her doublewide hips. The huge, chunky thighs they supported wobbled with every step she took, and the bottoms of her overgrown cheeks hung out of her skirt and shook right alongside them, unbeknownst to Laura.
It was remarkable how comfortable she'd gotten here in such a short time, and the occasional bit of gossip that reached her ears concerning her accumulating girth just rolled right off of her flab roll-covered back. Laura stifled a giggle at that thought, tummy rumbling impatiently for the conclusion of the meeting.
They were allowed one little sandwich, one measly serving of soup, and one bag of chips at first, but Laura knew that the real free-for-all took place afterwards. Of course, she had no competitors on this front; it was simply that FEI's executives always ridiculously overestimated the amount of food that they needed to order for these perfunctory meetings.
What a waste!
All she had to do was wait until everyone was dismissed, and the rest of the company would elect to look the other way as Laura cleaned out any unclaimed leftovers. She'd been eating real good since FEI hired her as a result, and the consequences were encroaching rapidly upon her physique. Nonetheless, the state of her ill-fitting clothes left Laura unphased, eager to pack away as much lunch as her
burgeoning tummy could handle.
The next half hour passed in no time at all, and the extra plump gal licked her lips in anticipation as the room gradually emptied. She hung out in the conference room for a few minutes longer before her patience finally rewarded her.
Laura's noticeable double chin grew even more prominent with the size of the eager grin on her overly full, cherubic face. She pulled up a chair to the tables holding all of the leftover food and plopped down into it, her oversized ass oozing over both sides of the dinky plastic seat.
Clutching a sandwich in each fist, Laura took a greedy bite out of each in succession, as there was no one left to stop her. The gluttonous girl dumped chips into her face by the bagful, even slipping some between the stacks of bread, meat, and cheese to give her sandwich eating a bit of pleasant crunch. The feeling of her belly swelling...stretching...rounding out...all to accommodate her indulgence; there was nothing quite like it to Laura, and her hefty stomach was quite well-conditioned to it now.
Her gaze swept over the remains of the demolished catering spread, little more than shreds of lettuce and chip crumbs remaining on the table until she spotted the huge bowl of corn chowder on the end. “Saved you for last since you're soup-er tasty~” Laura giggled at her own lame pun, placing a chubby hand on each side of the family-sized half-full container.
Slowly, she tipped its bottom half skywards, letting its hearty goodness flow towards her pudgy, insatiable lips. Laura pulled it into her face as easily as one would gulp back water, guzzling the chunky calorie-laden cream with a steadying hand cradling the side of her uncomfortably filling gut. She was well past full, but nothing as trite as that had ever stopped her from enjoying every last drop of something so damn tasty.
As the last of it trickled over the rim of the disposable bowl and past her lips, Laura took one last triumphant gulp. A thick, clogged belch rushed out past it before her mouth had fully closed, and the bloated fatty slumped over drowsily.
“Oof~” She breathed out in weary bliss, stifling the overly sated hiccups that started welling up from deep within her chest.
Shockingly, perspiration had beaded up on her forehead from the sheer effort she'd exerted from accomplishing such a feat, and she tugged at the collar of her sweatshirt to give her humid body a bit of much needed cooling air.
Shuffling unsteadily to her feet, Laura blinked slowly as her hands idly massaged her tender, food-pregnant tummy bulging out of the hem of her undersized clothes. She'd been pretty productive this week, so maybe if she stayed quiet she could snag a quick, much-needed digestive nap back at her desk in the corner of the cubicle farm...
————————————————————————————————————————— KRSSHT! BWOOMPH!
The earthshaking racket of one morbidly obese new manager plummeting to the floor after leaning back too far in her exhausted, now broken office desk chair alarmed the entirety of FEI's office staff. “Ohmigosh! Laura! Are you okay...?” One of Laura's subordinates instantaneously rushed to her incredibly well-padded side.
“Yep...! Got plenty of landing cushion, so I actually barely felt it.” Laura lazily pat the meaty swell of her shelf-like rear end, letting its tightly squeezed silhouette ripple visibly through the thinly stretched confines of her business skirt, “Didn't mean to drop it like it's hot there, hee hee~”
Her new subordinate's expression visibly flattened at the ancient, dated reference, “Uhh, right. As long as you're okay.”
“More than okay! Now make sure you get those donuts ordered and on my desk before noon; it's half past nine and I'm running low already!”
“R—right away, ma'am. Sorry!” The subordinate scurried off upon hearing Laura's reminder, having clearly forgotten about his supervisor's customary sugary mid-morning snack.
She'd truly blown up into an absolute butterball following the retirement of her old manager and her shoo-in promotion to fill the empty position. FEI's new manager's belly dominated her two-person sized lap when she sat, and the fluff cocooning her arms was thick enough to put most ordinary people's thighs to shame.
Laura's weight had been soaring already by virtue of her own unabashed gluttony on the job, but now that she had underlings to order around? She could barely keep herself clothed throughout the
unrelenting weekly onslaught of inches piling onto every free bit of real estate they could find upon her already massive figure.
“Here's your quad mocha Frapp with an extra shot of fudge, ma'am.” Another one of her subordinates arrived with a different food order soon after the first, having chosen to cart it in on a replacement chair stolen from an empty cubicle after hearing the thunderous boom of Laura's huge cheeks crushing her old seat, “I also picked you up a loaf of the apple cinnamon bread from there since it was on sale and I know you love it so much. I hope that's ok...?”
“Oh, Sherri.” Laura's multichinned face jiggled lightly with each sweet syllable, happily accepting the treats as she carefully settled her vast bulk into the new office chair, “It's like you know the way to my heart already...there's no such thing as too much, as far as I'm concerned.”
“E—enjoy then!” The female subordinate rushed off, cheeks red at the implications, and Laura giggled. Having a full team of sycophantic cronies meant a revolving door of food if Laura willed it, and that was something she fully intended to take advantage of.
She didn't have to lift a finger if she didn't want to. Unless, of course, that finger was helping pick up whatever bite of food Laura wished to stuff into her jowls next.
The lardassed feeding machine didn't even bother cutting a slice off of the apple cinnamon loaf; she just took a fat bite out of the part of it that was nearest to her huge wobbling face.
She took a lengthy pull of her coffee milkshake as she browsed a site that sold supersized office chairs; the new manager knew that her replacement's longevity beneath her oppressive mass was going to prove to be quite limited.
It creaked dangerously when she leaned to one side, almost as if to confirm that its integrity was screaming for mercy as it withstood her hundreds upon hundreds of corpulent excess pounds.
————————————————————————————————————————— “Hff...hff...hah...” Laura wheezed feebly for air as the nurse ushered her back into her giant, aisle-hogging rolling office chair.
“Easy there, big girl. All that walking is too strenuous an exercise for someone in your weight class; let me roll you back to your desk, ok?” The nurse coaxed the sweat-coated blob of female flesh into reclining once her truck-like rump was securely parked.
“Kay...urrp...hand me the rest of that tray of brownies over there. Need to get my energy back up after all of that work.” Laura breathlessly murmured, one sausage-fingered hand resting atop the heaping hill of belly spilling over her knees that she now sported.
The nurse wordlessly complied, setting it atop her flab-engorged teats sloppily draped between her piled-up midsection and vast arms. The inert wings of her arms' flab dragged against her sides as Laura clutched the cheap aluminum with a single-minded hunger. She piggishly shoveled them into her panting visage, paying no heed to either the outside world or how the sheet of chocolaty treats were meticulously segmented into individual serving squares.
“That's the manager next in line to become the future VP of Sales, isn't it...?” A passerby furtively whispered to his coworker as the nurse silently strained to cart the wheelbarrow's worth of woman back through the office.
“I'd heard she was on the heavier side, to put it gently, but goddamn...” Came the coworker's awe-stricken response, eyes glued to Laura ravenously suckling off the chocolate smeared on her brownie-caked fingers before wiping a healthy sheen of sweat off of her brow.
“It's no wonder her office space got moved to the ground floor. I bet she can break the elevator's weight limit all by herself...!”
“Plus she'd probably just fall through back to the bottom floor if she ever did make it up there somehow.” The two continued on their way as the lardheap slowly rolled on past them.
“Gawd, does she do anything other than eat?” Another gossipy duo crossed paths with the leisurely traveling ball of greed.
“She's got the highest sales numbers in the company behind the CEO herself. Clearly she's got to be doing something right.”
“...I bet those huge profit margins she reports are all of her cronies' backbreaking work compiled together and she's just literally sitting fatter than fat on their revenue.”
“Sometimes that's just how it be, Marie. It's just how it be...” Marie's friend shook her head slowly, and she mirrored her friend in agreement before going about their business.
They were right, in truth.
What Laura had lost in physical fitness, she'd gained tenfold in managing her human assets, and their increasing ranks only served to funnel both greater profits into their bottom line and every manner of meal into her. As long as the profit part of that statement kept true though, the rest of the execs would turn a blind eye to that last detail.
Laura was essentially free to glut from 9 to 5 and not do a lick of work; all that had to happen was that those beneath her stayed in line. Luckily, her subordinate hoard of worker ant feeders seemed none the wiser to the system she'd set in place for them. A kind word here, a shared meal there, Laura truly did want them to be happy and fulfilled in their work, but that of course hinged on her bottom line: that being her waistline.
“Take plenty of breaks next time, Laura. The whole back of your jacket is damp with sweat...” The nurse informed the supremely super-sized supervisor once they'd arrived back at her desk, “We understand you're a good deal slower getting around than most, so take it easy and be sure to bring plenty of snacks to eat for the trip. That's what would be gentlest on your body in its current state.” She excused herself promptly after dropping an extra bag of chocolates on the massive gal's behemoth belly. It sort of felt like the nurse had given up on her, Laura thought.
Oh well. At least that meant an end to dodging those pesky weight loss questions of hers.
The rising supervisor shoved a tubby fistful of chocolates into her dough-laden cakehole. The incessant motion of her working jaw sent quakes through the abundance of chins throttling her bulging neck rolls, the transition between them and her cheeks now seamless with how lavishly full they'd filled out to be.
Her gaze shifted back to her computer, already opened up to various tabs of fast food menus. Now which of these would comprise her third lunch of the day, and which of her subordinates' schedules were free enough to go pick up everything for her?
————————————————————————————————————————— “C'mon, c'mon! You're not gonna be late to your own promotion party, Laura!” One of the supervisors below her offered his back to the immense female landwhale, allowing her to lean some of her
astronomical girth onto his broad shoulders.
“Phew...! Hang on a sec, I just gotta promote some airflow through my lungs first now that I'm standing...!” The inaugural Vice President of Sales produced a cross between a giggle and a wheeze. A second subordinate member of middle management slid herself beneath the other of Laura's blubber-blanketed arms, trying not to wince underneath the absurd weight of her limb alone.
“That better?” The female of the assisting manager pair asked Laura, cooperating with her partner to steady the sloshing mountain who was now their direct superior.
“Better? Better get my buffet ready by the time we make it to the banquet hall, that's what I'm
thinking!” Laura quipped amicably, earning a reflexive duet of mirth from her obsequious subordinates. Even with their help, the going for lardball Laura was glacial at best, her unsteady waddle unwittingly whumping her two-person support system into opposite walls with each shuffling step. Avalanches of pale flesh hung from every surging roll of the new VP's frame, the bottom of her monumental
midsection nearly grazing the floor.
The equatorial breadth of her waistline was only rivaled by the field-like reaches of her refrigerator-sized ass, each cheek roiling like the surface of a small pond with every stray motion that ran through her. The rampant, uncontrollable shaking of her loose blubber severely blunted any momentum forward that the two middle managers exerted on their superior, and the frequent unintentional smotherings they received from shoving against her sweaty flesh fortress of a figure were quickly exhausting the pair.
“Ugh...is...is that Bill up there? And Jane?” One of them panted out to the other. “Yeah...they're gonna take over for us once we get to them.”
“Thank God...just half of her's heavier than that damn vending machine we got installed last week...” Their grousing went unheard by Laura, as she was fully engrossed in her snacks while the duo helped her trundle along.
They handed off the humongous blob to Bill and Jane, another set of middle managers, who took their turn ferrying Laura to her destination until reaching another pair in the relay.
It continued on like this for a while, Laura blissfully relieved of the majority of her
near-insurmountable physical burdens, until she arrived in front of the office banquet hall. The last of the supporting middle manager duos stumbled off, covered in both their sweat and Laura's, and the now unsupported glob of gluttony shuddered weakly under her full, unabashed weight.
“Gotta...hah...make the last stretch by myself, huh...?” Laura softly gasped to no one in particular, summoning forth every last ounce of her meager strength to shift the leaden pounds upon pounds of lard miring her every joint.
Every inch forward was a fierce struggle against herself, a solid wall-like sheet of belly flesh adamantly shoving back against her shapeless thighs and knees. The brand new VP was dripping wet like she was moving at a world-class sprinter's pace, even though a snail would have sported a decent chance of overtaking her at this rate. Her meager progress came to a complete halt when she felt pressure building against the sides of her table-esque hips.
“Laura...? Are you stuck?” A voice called out from behind her, and the VP did her best to overcome the giant moat of neck blubber ringing her head to look to each side of her.
Sure enough, she was halfway through the generously open frame of the double doors, and yet
somehow the edges of her ridiculous rump were stuffed hard against its edges each a couple feet away. She issued a small whine, seeing the rows of incredulous eyes now witnessing the sight of her wedged in the doorway and more importantly, the buffet set up at the opposite end of the room.
“Maybe we can use some of the butter from the rolls to grease her up and out of there...?” One nearby attendee suggested, and the vast VP lifted an eyebrow, “That'd be a lot of butter you'd be slathering on these buns, hun. Why don't we just wheel on over the old buffet you've got set up over there instead?” The CEO, sitting at the head of the room, blinked a couple times at the brazen suggestion before giving a miraculous shrug, “Screw it! If we're stuck in here until further notice, then we might as well make the guest of honor happy! Table 4, you're up first! Each of you load up a plate at the buffet before lining up to feed the VP! Every guest must feed something to Laura before having some themselves—and no worries about running out! We've got enough in this banquet hall to feed a full cruise liner.”
The guests all exchanged looks with one another, Table 4 in particular, before ultimately complying. Steak, macaroni, mashed potatoes, lasagna, various casseroles, and just about every comfort food imaginable made it onto dozens of plates before a human assembly line formed in front of the bus-like broad Vice President of Sales, letting her gorge to her heart's content, one plate at a time for the rest of the night.
