chapter 9

Thankfully, Becky still had a blouse and pants from when she was about Olivia's current size. They were a bit snug on Olivia, but made her decently presentable for the meeting she was tasked to lead. The elevator dinged at Olivia's floor and she disembarked causing the lift to groan, waddling as quickly as possible to her office without drawing any attention. Her bouncing, bulbous, globular ass cheeks felt as though every jiggle from every step was screaming out for someone to notice them.

She ducked into her office and slammed and locked the door. Leaning her head back from exhaustion, she noticed that her new curtains had been installed sometime between the end of her shift yesterday and this morning. Wanting to jump for joy, but too lazy to move her heavy body that way, she instead squealed quietly to herself and shook her chubby fists in excitement, her flowing fat rolls wobbling. She reached up and pulled the curtains shut, blocking all view into her office, affording her some privacy, at least until she had to emerge for the meeting.

Olivia waddled to her desk and slowly lowered her mass into her chair. The armrests pinched her hips and the hydraulics groaned as the chair struggled to accept all of her weight. Olivia sighed, happy to get off her feet. She rested her hands on her belly and slowly petted it, trying to get used to her new size, having difficulty coming to grips with how much of her there was and how much of her there was going to be.

Olivia's email notification chimed. It was from Lori.

"Hey, girl. When are you coming in? Some fat chick just went into your office. I'm gonna go talk to her for you and see what she wants. In the meantime, hit me back!" Lori's email read.

Olivia's brow furrowed as she remembered the accusations leveled at Lori by the Munchies. If they were true, then it was Lori's fault Olivia was over 350 pounds and destined to gain more. She slammed her chubby fist against her desk, frustrated about the uncertainty over what to do next. But then there was a knock at her office door and she knew time was up. Lori had come to talk to the "fat chick" in Olivia's office, so they were going to talk.

Taking a deep breath, Olivia shuffled her fat ass forward, pushing against the armrests holding her in place and squeezed out of the confines of her chair. She plodded towards the door and took a step back as she opened it.

Lori was standing there, looking ready to condescend to a stranger. "Excuse me miss..." Lori then recognized her friend's face framed by a cushion of fat. "Olivia?!"

Olivia rolled her eyes and lunged towards Lori, grabbing her by the collar and pulling her into the office. She reached around Lori and slammed the door shut.

"What happened to you?" Lori asked, at once worried and fascinated.

"Don't you dare!" Olivia shouted. "You gave me up to them, didn't you!"

"Who, Liv?! I have no idea what you're talking about!" Lori pleaded.

"The Munchies!" Olivia snapped. She was tired of games. "They came for you, but you offered me up instead. Didn't you! Just to spare that precious trim waist of yours!"

"Fine! It was me! I betrayed you so I could keep my figure!" Lori confessed, having had enough of getting yelled at, but also eager to unburden herself of her guilt. "I tried, though! I tried to protect us both!"

"By selling out Becky?!" Olivia argued.

"You should thank me! I'm the reason Jake broke up with her!" Lori defended herself.

Olivia wasn't impressed. "Because you're the reason she got fat? So what! You said Jake likes fat girls!"

"Oh please!" Lori angrily spat. "I was just trying to make you feel better about how fat you were going to become. Jake will never be with you, especially not now," Lori said, gesturing at Olivia's round, massive form

Then, it hit Olivia; why Lori had done all of this. It wasn't just about maintaining her figure. Lori was in love with Jake. "You wanted him for yourself this whole time," Olivia said aloud, putting it all together.

"Olivia, I promise you, I never meant for you to get this..." Lori motioned towards Olivia's bulging blubbery body, "...big."

"You don't know the half of it," Olivia lamented.

"Look, I'm sorry and I want to make it up to you. What can I do to make it better?" Lori inquired with genuine concern.

Olivia rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. She was frustrated that she couldn't stay mad at her best friend, even after such a betrayal. "I'm going to need a lot of help very soon."

"Sure, I can do that! Help with what?" Lori said eagerly.

Olivia sighed and closed her eyes, pressing into her beanbag belly with her pudgy hands, tensing the few muscles she had left buried under hundreds of pounds of lard as she pushed a yawning fart out of her ass.

Panting from the exertion of releasing her excess fullness, she answered Lori's question: "Everything."