chapter 5

The thought of being reduced to a tech junkie frightened Vera to her core. She had seen some in alleys, linking their headsets to jury-rigged batteries to get another messy few minutes in their fantasies, wasting away. When she got home, she chucked her headset in the bin, sure to never think about again.
But she didn't know the terrible truth about what had happened.

By the end of the month, her clothes were wearing tight and it was more apparent than ever. Her favorite dress suit had torn down the hips and getting through her cramped cubicle was becoming a chore. Valerie on the other hand was approaching the 300 pound mark, which was heavy enough to let her work from home. Indeed, if Vera getting into her cubicle was a chore, it was a quest of epic proportions for Valerie. She had taken to using Vera as her mail girl to deliver food to minimise the times she had to get up. Indeed, a certain bond was starting to form, with the two acting as students and mentors. As Valerie stuffed herself she would feed Vera tips and tricks to getting fat, while also literally feeding her leftovers too.

Their feeding club had started to hand out clothes. They were nice, but tight. The tube top and booty shorts Vera was given seemed much to inappropriate for someone her weight, and for the first time she was having doubts and insecurities about it all. Valerie tried to calm her down, but a sinking feeling seeped into her.
"Hey," Valerie said, "It'll be fine. Being fat is in! Plus, you look great in that. C'mon, its okay."
Vera looked at Valerie and then at her clothes, deciding to put the doubts aside.
The photo shoot was a lengthy and tiring process. While Vera decided to go through with it, she still was still subconsciously aware of her large belly. She arranged herself into awkward positions to try and hide her flab, but the photographer was getting impatient. Through much shouting and persuasion, Vera finally learned to express her body; It was the first time she got to properly show off her fat. In every photo, she made sure to show off her muffin-top or her breasts. It was a magnificent time, and she left feeling a much better person. Her previous anxieties and troubles that day were put aside, and she slept that night soundly and proudly.

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Valerie was out the next day, but it didn't matter as Vera was going to get off early today. There was however an envelope on her desk from Valerie reading, "My protégé,
I'm going to see if I can get an office today. Sorting out my resume ect.. Enclosed is 50 dollars, buy yourself something calorific, and stay chubby,
Valerie"
Two shopping bags full of grease and sugar later, Valerie came in, rocking a new dress skirt, in a hurry to the manager's office. A few minutes later, she came out, angry and flustered. Later at the feeding club she explained:
"If I can't get an office with an actual door, I may have to call it quits on my job." she said over a bowl of mac and cheese.
"That seems like a large step to take just for a bit of flab" Vera said, poking at her food, to which Valerie let out a loud sigh to.
"This," she said, pointing to her gut, "Is not 'a bit of flab'. That office is not made for women like us. I think you should also quit, at least if you intend to get bigger."
Vera was taken aback; Valerie and herself had worked at the company for 6 years, and they weren't getting underpaid, it was just that they were getting too fat. Vera left Valerie and once again, the doubts set in: Was Valerie putting her job at risk? Why was getting fat so sexy for her?
And then it struck her: The Mindvision headset.