Chapter 2

A few weeks had passed since that fateful evening. I would have been inclined to believe it was just a dream, but Hannah’s behavior seemed to change. Whereas, in the past, I would have needed to move to get any of the various snacks lying around the office, my boss now often brought them directly to my desk multiple times a day. She always justified it as a way to avoid waste, but she did not seem so proactive with the other employees.

And, as you would expect, my waistline suffered from these nice gestures. I tried to put on the same white shirt I wore on that evening with Hannah. I struggled to button it up, but failed miserably. I had to accept the fact that I had gained quite a bit of weight. I took it off and looked at my fattened body in the mirror.

What had been a small layer of fat covering my stomach had turned into a gut. The fat had even started to hang over the waistband of my boxers. I turned sideways and noticed it now protruded by a good to three inches. My love handles had also grown. They now carried their name well as I could grab a good handful. My pecs had softened and transformed into what could better be described as small man boobs. They were soft and really tied the fat boy look. No wonder I now weighed more than 200 pounds.

I looked down and noticed my dick was hard. Was I aroused by simply looking at my bigger body and playing with my new fat? Embarrassed by the idea, I quickly put on my larger pants which I had bought a week ago, and a sweater since dress-shirts were out of the option.

I arrived at work thirty minutes later and began working on a new report. It didn’t take long for Hannah to appear behind me with a box of donuts in her arms.

“Good morning, Jim! Would you like some donuts?” she offered.

“Thanks Hannah I didn’t have time to eat this morning.” We both knew this was a lie.

I grabbed a chocolate donut and took a bite. Hannah kept looking at me while I ate. Her eyes lowered as she looked at my stomach. We talked about our weekend while I finished the donut, still hungry for more. Seemingly reading my mind, Hannah said:

“Here, take these two, there is still plenty for everyone else.” She gave me the donuts and added: “And we both know you need those donuts more than they do. Nice sweater by the way.”

With that, she returned to her office, leaving the box dangerously close. I ate the other donuts while I worked and rubbed my belly absent-mindedly with my left hand. Lunch was fast approaching when I received a Teams message from Hannah:

“Hey there’s this new buffet that opened down the street. I wanted to try it for lunch do you want to come?”

Being already hungry and wanting to spend some time with Hannah, I accepted the invitation. 15 minutes later, we were both sitting at a table, our plate filled with food. Hannah had a salad, while I had pizza, a burger, and fries. We began eating and talked about work. Hannah was halfway through her plate when I finished mine. Seeing my hesitation, she said:

“Go ahead it’s a buffet. I’m just a slow eater, go grab yourself another plate!”

I came back with a plate even more filled than my first. Hannah and I finished our plates around the same time. I was beginning to feel stuffed. I put my hands on my belly, as if saying I was done. Hannah raised an eyebrow and stood up.

“Not done yet, are you? Here, let me get you another plate.”

She went back to the buffet and came back a few minutes later with two plates filled with a mountain of food each. But, to my astonishment, she put both in front of me.

“I saved myself from another trip to the buffet. I know you have a big appetite.”

I resigned myself and ate the third plate. Halfway through the fourth, I put my fork down, capitulating. Hannah adopted the same fierce look she took in difficult meetings, but with a slight grin.

“Come on big boy. You’re not one to leave a task unfinished are you?”

With her words of encouragement, I picked my fork up and finished the last plate. My stomach was packed hard from all the food. Hannah smiled and jokingly clapped her hands.

“Wow, well done. That was impressive. But just know, next time we come, I expect you to eat five.

We made our way back to the office and resumed work. I noticed a few of my coworkers subtly glancing at me. Were they looking because I was with the boss or did they notice my recent growth? Anyway, I got back to my desk and continued working for the rest of the day. At around six, I got up, ready to leave when Hannah said from across the room:

“Hey Jim, I have an urgent meeting right now, but I need to speak with you afterwards. Would you mind waiting until then?”

Being the model employee I am, I of course accepted, although a bit unenthusiastically. What could she possibly have to tell me that could not wait until the next day? I kept working for about an hour, until, once again, I was the only one left. I looked towards Hannah’s office and could see through the glass door that she was on a video call. A few minutes later, she reached behind her and grabbed a box of cookies. She got up and walked towards me. Although I was still full from earlier, I felt myself get excited at the prospect of Hannah feeding me even more. She grabbed a chair and sat next to me.

“What a day! I grabbed a little treat to thank you for staying late.” She put the box of cookies in front of me.

She began telling me about her meeting and the issues she was working on. I listened to her, eating cookie after cookie. Soon, I realized I had eaten half the box in just a few minutes.

“Don’t worry, they’re all for you. I wouldn’t have brought you the entire box if I didn’t want, and expect you to eat all of it. And this brings me to what I wanted to talk about.”
She placed her hand on my stomach.

“I noticed how well you have been eating lately. I noticed how much you seem to enjoy me encouraging you to eat even more.” She gave me another cookie and grabbed my gut. “And I noticed how much you enjoy when I touch this big belly. Am I mistaken?” She gave my stomach a jiggle.

“No… I mean yes I do enjoy it,” I replied. She gave me another cookie and raised my sweater to take a better look at my fat stomach.

“And speaking about this growing gut, don’t think I haven’t noticed how much weight you have gained in the last months. When I hired you, you were in such great shape. And now look at you. You’re so soft. You’re so… Fat. How did you grow so much? Do you enjoy getting fatter?” she asked, giving me another cookie.

“I... I do,” I said grabbing my fat belly.
She lowered her hand to my crotch, rubbing my dick.

“Keep eating,” she said in an authoritative voice.

I kept eating cookie after cookie while she unbuttoned my pants. She grabbed my dick and began stroking it, while her other hand played with my fat.

“I want you to keep eating for me. It’s true you have gotten fatter, but it’s not enough.”
I could feel myself getting closer. I grabbed the last cookie.

“You’re not big enough yet. I like my men a lot bigger than this. Do you want to grow fatter for me?” She quickened her pace. I was about to cum.

“Yes…”

“Say it. Say you want to grow big and fat for me.”

“I want to grow for you. I want to get so fat…”

I climaxed and came on my fat belly. Hannah smirked.

“Good work fatty. If you keep it up, you might deserve to get promoted to piggy. See you tomorrow, we have a lot of work to do to get you even fatter.”