Chapter 3

“Good pizza?” Rick chuckled as he returned from a midday lunch/meeting.



Kim hiccupped, pressing one hand against her taut, aching belly. The empty pizza box on her desk contained a large extra cheese pizza an hour ago. Now the whole thing sat heavily in Kim’s gut, washed down by a liter of coke.



“I gotta go *urp* wash up,” she said, grunting as she gained her feet.



“I’ll re-fill the candy bowl while you’re gone,” Rick chuckled.



He watched her walk away. Her size 8 skirt was getting dangerously tight, straining around her rear as her plump ass cheeks rose and fell with each step. Love handles spilled over the waistband, pressing against her too-small blouse. The buttons were starting to gape; another few pounds and she wouldn’t have a hope of fitting in it anymore.



Kim observed her new figure in the mirror with distaste. Turning to the side, she tried to suck in her gut a little. No luck, she was packed way too full. Relaxing her stomach muscles, she pressed one hand against the small of her back while her other hands caressed her swollen midriff.



I look pregnant, she thought.



Her ripe, full breasts sat atop her belly, now overflowing her double C’s. She peeked over her shoulder.



Looks like my ass is pregnant, too.



She had weighed herself the previous night after she got home and noticed that her size 8 slacks had left an angry red mark around the circumference of her bloated waistline. It was 4 months since she had been caught with her hand in the company cookie jar, and the consequences had been harsh. She had been a perfect size 4, carrying only 112 pounds on her 5’6” frame. Now she tipped the scales at 144, a horrifying gain of 32 pounds. She had begged Rick for a reprieve, offering anything he wanted. Unfortunately, what he wanted was another 70-90 pounds.



Just then Kim heard voices from the lobby area of the women’s restroom. Snapping out of her reverie, she panicked slightly. Ever since her recent expansion, she had tried to avoid all the other women as much as possible, even getting to work early and leaving late. She knew that they would love to see her blimp up.



She scurried to a stall, closing the door just as several women entered the washroom. Holding her breath, she listened to the women speaking, thankful that the stall doors extended all the way down to the ground.



“No, I’m telling you the truth,” one woman proclaimed. “She’s putting on weight!”



Kim’s breath caught in her throat, could they be talking about her?



“I happened to be working late last night,” the first woman continued, “and I saw her walk out the door. Her ass was like twice as big. She’s really porking up!”

“No way!” the others protested. “Not little Ms. Perfect!”



“I think,” said another woman, “that we should all pay her a visit. And we’ll each bring her some kind of sweet. Then we’ll see for ourselves.”



The others chorused their agreement, laughing as they strolled out of the room. Kim’s heart was hammering in her chest. Was this really happening?



Two days later Kim sat at her desk, just starting to feel slightly less bloated from her large lunch of ribs, potato skins, and mac & cheese. Without warning four women suddenly appeared from around the corner. One held a large frappucino, one had a plate of cookies, one had a box of candy, and the fourth had small container of chocolate-covered pretzels.



Kim tried not to groan out loud. Of course it was these four. They were all a few years older than Kim, all friends since before she got there. During her time in their department she hadn’t been particularly nice to them, kissing up to the director and treating them like her personal assistants. Now it was time for revenge, and Kim didn’t see a way out.



“Hi Julie, Colleen, Cynthia, Roberta.. How are you all doing?”

For a moment they just stood in front of Kim’s desk, gazing at the plump girl with expressions of unmasked delight.



“Hi Kim,” Julie grinned after a moment. “We just realized we hadn’t really seen you since you left our department, so we thought we’d bring you some snacks and say that we all hope you’re enjoying your new job.”



Just at that moment Rick walked out the door.



“Oh hey,” he said when he saw the gaggle of women. “Are these some of your friends, Kim? Looks like they brought you snacks. You should probably have some to show your appreciation.”



Kim blinked back tears of frustration as she accepted the offered sweets. The four women chatted away as she stuffed her face with the treats, making a sizable dent before her tormentors decided they better get back to their desks. Ever since that first visit, the four women took turns making several trips a week to Kim’s desk, always bringing her something to much on.



The weeks passed and the pounds quickly piled up.