chapter 18 - surprise surprise

It was a cold and wet March day in Manhattan – Eliza could see her breath as she huffed her way up the subway platform to the street near her office. Given how warm Eliza’s body ran with all of the extra weight she carried, she rarely wore thick winter jackets. On the contrary she simply wore a thin sweater that hugged every inch of her round body, which folded into the growing creases on Eliza’s love handles and stretched around her soft hanging belly. Her black leggings were anything but slimming, outlining wide, jiggly hips and a big, bouncy behind.

Walking down the street with a heavy, caloric coffee frappe in one hand and her phone in the other, Eliza wrote draft after draft to Lina.

“Lina… this is just too little too late–” Eliza wrote.

‘Ugh no no hmmmm backspace, backspace’

Eliza let herself daydream back to one of those indulgent nights in Lina’s room on the ship - fattening treats littering the bed, hands squeezing on jiggling chub, moaning and eating, getting fatter by the day, and living in a perpetual state of stuffed pleasure.

“Lina this is literally what I was hoping you would say!” Eliza wrote.

‘God no too desperate, delete delete .. ummm how about…’

“I fully appreciate your apology, but I’ve thought about it and I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be speaking right now. I can’t say what the future holds for sure, but just right now I think we should be living our separate lives. Take care.”

Eliza hit send, however the message didn’t seem to deliver. She assumed the cruise ship must be in a dead zone or something. With her head buried in her phone, Eliza wasn’t watching where she was walking. A thud to the shoulder shook Eliza back into reality.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” a man in his late twenties said, readjusting his earbuds.

“No no I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking,” Eliza said, looking up to lock eyes with the person she’d bumped into.

She couldn’t believe who it was – it was Adam. Not the horny, flirty, fat-admirer Adam whom Eliza saw in a sugar-fueled dream, but the real life Adam. Standing right in front of her.

“No worries,” Adam said, with a slight corporate smile and continued on his way.

“Holy shit,” Eliza thought to herself, standing with her back against a building. “He didn’t even…Adam has no idea it was me. His former skinny girlfriend. He literally bumps into me on the street, and just thinks I’m yet another fat girl in the crowd. Someone who you act nice to, but hardly take more than a second to notice or stare at.”

Eliza was a little hurt that she had become completely unrecognizable. She placed a hand on her belly and gave it a slight jiggle…

“This is insane,” she thought. “I’ve gotten so fat that I’ve literally taken on a new identity.”

That oh so familiar feeling started taking over – that special horniness brought on by sheer embarrassment.

“It’s almost like a kind of…super power in a way hehe,” she thought, jiggling her belly once more. “The bigger I get, the more I distance myself from that skinny young girl I used to be. And the more I fully lean into the large and lovely woman that I’ve grown to become.”

Eliza raised her frappe up in front of her, looking at it devilishly for a moment, before chugging the remaining third of the cup in mere seconds, and then squeezing out a loud belch.

- - -

Eliza sat at her desk, feeling her belly rest on top of her lap, stretching her thin sweater downward causing her to have to pull it back up as to not expose too much cleavage. She stared again at her phone, wondering why her text still hadn’t gone through to Lina.

Still riding the wave of confidence that she felt after discovering her new “superpower,” Eliza decided to connect with one of the newer hires in her section of the office. She grabbed two of the free apple cider donuts in the break room and walked to the other side of the floor.

“Hi you’re Sarah, right?” Eliza began. “I’m on the Talent team and just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Eliza!” She outstretched her hand holding a donut on a small plate.

“Hey yeah, I’m Sarah,” Sarah Said. “It’s really nice to meet you! Ya know you’re actually the first person to say hi to me who’s not on my team.” Sarah grabbed the donut, smiling without breaking eye contact.

Sarah was also a bigger girl – around the same weight as Eliza, ~250 lbs, however she was only 5’1” so she wore her weight much differently. She was rounder, and all hips and belly. Sarah dressed exceptionally well too -- with a nicely curated outfit that had plenty of flowiness to not draw too much attention to her rolls and jiggly bits.

“Aww I’m sorry to hear that,” Eliza said, taking in how big Sarah was, and considering that Sarah was probably suffering from the same phenomenon that she was – being ignored for being fat. “Honestly I’ve had a similar experience - not that I think the people are mean here, I just know everyone gets busy and trapped in their own silos.”

“Yeah I totally get it, I do the same thing,” Sarah said. “Thanks for the donut by the way!”

“Of course!” Eliza said. “Hardly anyone seems to touch them and they’re so good! They’re from the farmer’s market around the corner. Well hey speaking of food, I’ve been going to Di Paulo’s Pizza just down the block for lunch lately. I’m usually in and out really quick, but they have a gorgeous interior if you’d be down to take a long-ish lunch and indulge a bit?”

“Oh my god that would be amazing!” Sarah said. “I have just been bringing these kind of sad salads for lunch haha. Everyone here eats so healthy, I didn’t wanna stand out.”

“Girl believe me, I understand,” Eliza said, taking a huge bite of her donut. “Let’s meet out front at 1pm.”

“Sweet, I’ll catch you soon!” Sarah said.


- - -

At Di Paulo’s, the two ladies sat opposite each other at a small round table, seated atop even smaller round stools. From the side, their bellies spilled generously forward, and rested up against the table’s edge. From the rear, both Eliza’s and Sarah’s asses spilled off to the sides. Just one year ago, Eliza would never have gotten the idea to take the office fatty out to lunch. Only fast forwarding to the present, she had become one herself. The pair looked perfectly matched for their lunch date.

“So there’s a deal where if you buy two large pizzas, you get two free desserts,” Eliza said, staring casually at the menu.

“...Two whole pizzas?” Sarah said. “I figured we would each get like a slice or two.”

“Ha oh,” Eliza said, realizing she had been eating mostly alone lately, and of course never restrained herself. She had grown accustomed to Lina green-lighting all of her binges that she had forgotten to exercise some social etiquette as to not appear too greedy. “Well yeah I mean we could get slices, but let’s be honest - you KNOW we’ll both be hungry after a measly slice.”

“Yeahhh I guess that’s true,” Sarah said.

“Come on, you know you want to,” Eliza said with a smirk.

“Okay fine I’ll be bad!” Sarah said. “But only because you’re a bad influence”

“That’s the spirit hehe,” Eliza said.

The two talked about office culture, different projects, where they lived in the city, their dating lives, and even their sex lives. Eliza found Sarah really easy to talk to, and she was glad she made the effort to make a new friend at the office. Meanwhile, this conversation was taking place between mindless bites of cheesy, doughy, New York pizza. Eliza and Sarah were so enraptured in the moment that they hardly paid attentioned to how quickly the pizza was disappearing. Eliza also wasn’t paying any mind to her wardrobe. While Sarah had strategically worn a flowy outfit that kept her well covered, Eliza still only had on her thin sweater, which was stretching thinner and thinner with each consecutive pizza slice.

When Sarah bent over to reach her phone in her purse on the floor, she caught a glimpse of Eliza’s bulging stomach. Her thin sweater had slid up a good four or five inches, revealing a generous spare tire and deep belly button, just laying exposed for anyone to see.

“Ohh heyy,” Sarah whispered and looked down. “You’re looking a little…exposed.”

“Haha oops,” Eliza chuckled with a mouth full of crust. Eliza made a half hearted attempted to cover up, but still left a good amount of skin showing. The girls continued chatting until both pizzas had vanished.

“Lord I cannot believe you talked me into eating so much,” Sarah sighed, patting her swollen stomach. “How am I supposed to stay awake for my afternoon meetings!”

“Don’t forget about dessert,” Eliza winked.

“Ugh you’re kidding!” Sarah laughed.

“They’ve got German chocolate cake, cinnamon rolls, or gelato,” Eliza said, hardly containing her excitement. “Oo what if I got the cake and you got the gelato and we shared!”

“You’re serious?” Sarah said.

Eliza stood up slowly from the tiny stool she’d been parked on, letting out an audible burp as she walked towards the lunch counter. Her belly and a sliver of her love handles poked out, exposing a bit of soft, jiggling flesh to the lunch crowd as she walked.

Sarah and Eliza took slow, belabored bites of their shared dessert, already incredibly stuffed from their double pizza binge.

“Okay, I can’t eat any more,” Sarah moaned, and pushed the plate away from her.

“Oh really?” Eliza said, shoveling a bite with cake and gelato into her mouth. “Well we can’t waste this free food.”

Eliza triumphantly polished off both desserts almost entirely by herself. Her upper belly ballooned up substantially, and her face was visibly flushed from all the gorging.

“Ya know, I like hanging with you,” Sarah said. “I’m usually so self conscious being a bigger girl at a restaurant, but I love watching how confident you are!”

“Ahh thanks!” Eliza said, stifling a burp and placing both hands on her belly. “It’s not easy, and I still have good days and bad days, but sometimes it’s just good to do what your heart wants.”

“I 100% agree!” Sarah said.

Sarah and Eliza waddled their way back to the office, enjoying some further chats about their lives. When they parted ways at the elevator, Eliza made a beeline to the single restroom. She slammed and locked the door behind her, letting out a loud sigh.

“What a fucking pig!” Eliza whispered to herself.

She lifted her belly out over the waistband of her leggings, and pulled up her sweater bottom well above her belly. Her body was hot and moist with sweat.

“God just look at you, eating like an animal during work, and in front of your co-worker too,” Eliza said pressing on her full belly, and grabbing her love handles tightly.

“You just can’t fucking control yourself, can you?” Eliza said. “The greediest fat pig! Soon you’ll be the biggest girl in the office, and everyone will know it, and talk about you, and make fun of you, and be shocked at how much you balloon up.”

Eliza stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes glassy with lust at the sight of her fat body. For fun, she did the wall test to see how much quicker her round belly would contact the wall before her dainty feet. Pressing firmly against the wall, there was nearly 10 inches between her toes and the edge of her belly.

“You chubby little slut,” Eliza said to herself, slapping her own stomach and becoming wet.

Eliza closed her eyes and imagined lying in a bed naked beside Sarah. They took turns feeding each other brownies and cakes and donuts and milkshakes, feeling each others’ growing bodies and pressing their soft round bellies up against one another.

“Ugh that would be so fucking hot,” Eliza moaned. “We’d be more than 500 lbs together on a single bed. Would it even hold our weight?”

Just then, Eliza’s phone buzzed. It was Lina… Eliza hurriedly swiped open to read what Lina had said.

“Hey I just landed about an hour ago,” Lina’s text said.

Eliza’s face turned pale. She read on…

“I took an uber from the airport to the office so I could get some work items done this afternoon,” the text continued. “I looked at your calendar and saw you have an hour free at 2pm, so I threw a meeting on there for us to discuss your role and some of the projects on your plate. I’ll see you soon.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eliza said out loud. “Is this real? Did Lina fly in just to see me? Or wait, ‘discuss my role?’ Am I getting fired? Lina’s still technically my boss, shit. This could be it.”

Eliza was terribly confused, trying to manage her stuffed, horny bliss, with her troubling feelings towards Lina, and of course the reality of potentially losing her job. Eliza stood in front of the mirror and straightened herself up best she could. She left the bathroom and paced around her desk for 10 minutes before making the seemingly endless journey over to the corner office at the end of the hall. The plaque beside the door read: Lina Anderson, EVP