Chapter 7

First days are bad. Second first days, are worse. When I reported to the head secretary, Jane, whom I new from before, my hopes were dashed. First, she had no clue that I was Kerry. I guess I can't blame her, from the hot blond I was, to the circus fat lady I had become. Secondly, she obviously disapproved of me. I was given the most menial of tasks she could find, and unfortunately, I was sat at my old desk, the only difference being the overly large chair for me, they had to look for. I was stuck between two of the more friendly secretaries I used to know, but they avoided glancing at me at all.

I thought of telling them, of letting out the secret, that it was me! Kerry, not Sarah the fatass, but I just couldn't. I was actually terrified of what he might do to me, if he found out. I mean, look at what he's done to me so far. I sat there, meekly filling out first day work forms, then onto some basic tasks before lunch came around. I had brought mine, to eat with me at my desk, knowing the others went out most of the time. I plowed through cold pizza I had made at home before I came in, two in fact, and quickly made my way to the bathroom, when I felt the familiar building of pressure in my rear.

I locked myself in the handicap stall, the one people with wheel chairs were supposed to use, when I heard the door open. "Oh god, not now.", I thought, using every bit of will power I could to hold it in. Ten seconds passed, then twenty, I was sweating from the effort as I heard someone flush, then turn on the faucet. I couldn't hold it any longer, and a thunderclap of a fart blew out my ass, the warmth of it covering my bottom half, heating my already warm pussy. I started crying, it was definitely louder than the water from the faucet, which shut off abruptly, as I heard the door to the bathroom swing open and shut. I spent the next ten minutes hiding in the bathroom, passing gas, thankfully no one else came in, ignoring how absolutely horny I was, my nipples tenting the top of my blouse.

I made my way back to my desk, having found my chair replaced with a normal sized one I had no chance of fitting in. A quick look around showed heads bowed in work, or conversation, but I knew they were waiting for me to do something. I looked around, but my chair was no where in sight, and I dismally tried to stuff myself into the normal chair at my desk. It took work, and I was sweating profusely, but I somehow managed to fit myself into it, the sides of my stomach flowing over the handles, pinching me something fierce. I tried to ignore it, turning my computer back on, and there on the desktop was a picture of an elephant with a pink bow.

I could hear the muffled laughter shortly after my sobs started, making my body quake, my breasts threatening to tear their way free, no matter how hard I tried to be quiet about it. I didn't get any work done for the rest of the day, just trying to keep quiet and as unnoticed as a nearly seven hundred pound woman can go. I actually waited for everyone to leave, before I tried wedging myself free from the chair they had given me, placing my arms down on it as I tugged myself up, it only took half a minute, but it felt like eternity, before I took another taxi back home.