Fifo 15: the rest of the story

chapter 4: extended & distended

Meanwhile, Ericka was already hustling to find a way to stay. She combed through the job listings on the company website, and spotted a PR position. She quickly made note that it was in Jared's department. “Perfect!” she thought. She printed out her resume and dashed over to Jared's department, picking up a bag of snacks on the way. After she walked out, her email pinged with the message from Jared.

When she arrived at the building, she confidently walked in, strutted right past Jared's desk, dropping the bag off in one hand as she walked by. The rush of giving Jared even more food fueled her confidence as she made her way to the boss's desk. She held out her hand, introduced herself, and killed the interview. She was hired on the spot.

She was now in charge of making the department's problems seem, well, less bad to the public. Minimizing damage, making things seem nicer than they were. Except now she could do the exact opposite to Jared. She could make him fatter and fatter, maximizing damage to his physique, stuffing him into clothes he had long since outgrown, making him look even fatter than he actually was.

When she walked back over to Jared's desk, he was in awe.

“Did you like the snacks I brought you?” she asked.

“Yes, thank you,” he replied. “I ate half of them already.”

“Half?” she frowned. She looked him up and down, eyes resting on his round gut. “I wanted you to eat all of them. After all, how else will we celebrate my new contract? Sounds like lots of desserts are in order. I have to go pack up at my other position, but I'll see you at the food hall at 6.” she smiled, and walked away with the lightest of steps.

Jared could barely breathe. He still hadn't processed what had happened the night before, or that morning, or even what had just played out in front of him. And now Ericka was staying for another round, which meant now he had to decide what to do.

Jared wanted Emily to be his feeder more than anything else in the world, but SHOULD he keep letting her stuff him? He had already gained the fabled FIFO 15 (fly-in fly-out 15kg weight gain), and he didn't know if he could handle gaining more. But deep down, he wanted Ericka to fatten him up. He craved her hand on his gut again, squeezing his love handles, kneading his doughy belly, poking his gut. He wanted her to look at him with pity, knowing she had done this to him and he was helpless to stop it.