Chapter 3

Two months later Rick had passed into the 250’s. Standing in front of his closet, he grunted as he wrestled with his pants, trying in vain to close the gap between button and hole. Rachel giggled as she walked into the bedroom, fresh from the shower and wearing only a towel.



“Need them let out again?” she asked Rick.



He flushed in embarrassment but nodded.



“I could use some new shirts, too,” he sheepishly admitted.



“I bet you could,” Rachel snickered, observing the frayed seams on the blue-striped shirt he was currently wearing.



“Stick out your stomach,” she commanded him.



“What?” he asked in bewilderment.



“Blow it out as far as you can,” she said.



Rick sighed, he knew better than to argue. Taking a deep breath he forced his stomach out. He jumped in surprise as two buttons flew off with a bang. Rachel giggled as his corpulent gut swelled out through the new opening. With one hand she grabbed the ruined shirt and yanked it off him, scattering several more buttons in the process. Before he could protest she pushed him backwards towards the bed. The back of his knees hit the edge of the mattress and he fell onto his back, his bloated gut protruding skyward.



Rachel dropped her towel. Since Rick made so much money she didn’t need to work. Instead, she worked out several hours a day. This was immediately evident by looking at her naked body. Perfectly toned, Rachel was muscular without losing her femininity. Rick realized at that moment that she could overpower him if she wished.



She bent over and slid her fingers inside his skintight boxers, yanking them to his ankles. Rick lay there at her mercy, helpless and swollen. For some reason that caused an odd thrill to course through his groin, his member stiffening and rising. Rachel gripped his balls with one hand and grabbed his shaft with the other. She started jerking him off, sliding her hand up and down his cock while the other massaged his balls.



Rick’s hips bucked in response, sending ripples through his flabby gut and puffy chest. It wasn’t long before Rick lost control, shooting off all over the underside of his swollen belly. Rachel’s breathing was fast and light as she climbed on to the bed, straddling Rick’s head.



“Eat me, fat boy,” she gasped as she pulled his head up to her bare, dripping pussy.



Needless to say, Rick was rather late for work that day.

~*~*~*~*~*~



It was coming up on a year since Kim caught her boss with Brenda. Kim made it a point to go down and check on Julie, Colleen, Cynthia, and Roberta every month or so. She smirked as she walked to their desks, making superficial small talk as she surveyed their expanding figures. Julie's ass had exploded into two huge fleshy spheres under her perpetually tight skirts. Almost 60 pounds heavier, her hips, ass, and thighs had taken the brunt of the damage. Kim was constantly amazed at how far Julie's rear swelled out behind her, or how her hips almost brushed against doorways now.



Collen was growing into an exaggerated hourglass. For the first few months Kim was quite jealous, but now Colleen complained about her back hurting from her giant 38FF's. Her behind wasn't as big as Julie, but there was no doubt that her lower body had become very soft and plump. Finally, about 45 pounds later, her waist was finally thickening and a roll of flab oozed over her too-tight waistbands.



Cynthia seemed to get it all in the stomach and butt. She didn't get much wider, but her profile was out of this world. Her ass cheeks swelled out behind her, straining her slacks as she was forced to take tiny mincing steps. Her gut wobbled as she walked, looking big enough to be pregnant but much too soft and flabby. She had put on just over 50 pounds and it certainly showed.



Then there was Roberta. Roberta had seemed to take the most delight in watching Kim swell up and was the source of several malicious office rumors. Roberta had now gained at least 70 pounds and was nearly as heavy as Kim. Her hips widened first, her butt swelling in every direction and her thighs growing thicker. Then her upper body caught up, her C cups moving to D then E and now finally F. Her flat toned midsection became soft, then pudgy, passing a pot belly to become a full-fledged gut.



"Howya gals doing?" Kim asked, pouring honey into her tone.



She was met with four glares. Eight hands mindlessly explored new curves as the women stared hatred at the bitch that was ruining their lives.



"I just wanted to let you know that I so appreciate you volunteering to enter an event at the company picnic," Kim continued as if she was oblivious to their venomous glares. "You four will be joining Rick and several others in the Pie Run. This year it's new and improved, featuring sixteen pies on eight tables. Good luck to you all!"