Chapter 2

When Kim got to her desk, there was a note waiting for her –



‘Kim, come to my office when you get in. R.’



Kim shrugged. She checked her makeup quickly, smoothed down her short skirt, and entered his office with a thousand watt smile. There was no question that she found her boss attractive. His short dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes gave him that All-American look. He also took full advantage of the gym and maintained his 6’1” 190 pound physique.



“Come, sit down,” he greeted her.



As she walked toward the chair, he watched the way her hips wiggled. He smirked when he thought about how different it would look in a few months.



“What’s up, Rick?” she asked..



“Well…….we’ve come across something rather interesting,” Rick replied, leaning back and steepling his fingers over his flat midriff. “It seems that over the past year and a half there have been a number of……….unaccounted for withdrawals from the petty cash. It seems that someone has been stealing a few hundred dollars each time.”



Kim gulped. She had treated the petty cash as another “executive perk”. It was “stealing” per se, was it?



“D-do you have any idea who it was?” she quavered, hating the way her voice shook slightly.



“Well, it just so happens that we caught it all on tape,” Rick allowed his lips to curl into a grin.



He picked up a remote and clicked a button. A cabinet on the wall slide aside to reveal a flat screen TV. Another click of the remote and the blank screen blinked to life. The “video” was actually stop-motion, a series of photos at 2 second intervals. It was still more than enough to correctly indentify Kim as the perpetrator.



The young assistant felt a cold sweat break out as the bottom of her stomach dropped out. She kept shaking her head slightly, trying to deny the ugly reality of the situation.



“So…….what are we gonna do with you?” Rick asked.



“I-I’m so s-s-sorry,” Kim spluttered, hot tears stinging her eyes. “I’ll pay it b-back, d-d-do anything you want!”



With that she dissolved into sobs. Rick smiled gently. Instead of compassion for the woman he felt nothing but the gut-deep lust spring forth. His member stiffened and he leaned forward to hide his excitement.



“Anything?” he asked softly.



She looked up at him, her mascara slightly smeared. She nodded and sniffled.



“Ok, here’s the deal. You keep your job, your salary, your car.”



Kim felt a wave of relief wash over her. Maybe this wasn’t the end after all. Maybe he just wanted a quick blowjob or something. That would certainly be worth it.



“No more gym access, though.”



Now Kim was confused, what was his angle here?



“Instead,” Rick continued, “you’re going to eat everything I give you. Yes, you’re gonna sit there and stuff your face and become a nice fat little piggy. Now how does that sound?”



Kim’s mind was reeling with confusion. Could this pervert be serious? What kind of sick game was going on here? Did he hate her and want to turn her ugly? She desperately searched for a way out.



“Of course, the alternative is that I fire you. No job, no car, and I make sure every place that thinks about hiring you knows all about your little indiscretions. So, do we have a deal?”



Rick was fine with carrots, but believed that it was the sticks that really motivated people. Kim nodded silently, looking suddenly like a lost, scared little girl.



“Good girl,” said Rick, “I really think you’re making the right decision. Now run down to the coffee shop downstairs and get yourself a dozen doughnuts, using the expense account of course. Oh yes, I’d like to see them all gone by lunch.”



Kim walked out of the office in shock. Just fifteen minutes ago she had it all – a high-paying job, incredible beauty, the desire of men everywhere.. Now she faced a future of being fattened up like a pig for market..



Two hours later she bit into her ninth doughnut with a grimace. Her stomach, unused to so much rich food, was uncomfortably bloated. Kim felt disgusting, she desperately wanted to purge but knew that her comfortable life hung in the balance. Instead, she settled for unfastening her skirt and sliding the zipper down an inch.



Forty-five minutes later Rick walked out of the office on his way to a meeting. He grinned as he noticed the empty box. Kim reclined in her chair, holding her swollen belly, a ring of powdered sugar around her mouth and a small jelly stain on her white blouse. Rick had to put his briefcase in front of his crotch to hide exactly how much he enjoyed that sight.



“Hope you saved room for lunch, I’m taking you to that Chinese buffet,” he told her.



Kim groaned softly as he walked away.