chapter 10

It came time for the meeting and people were starting to gather in the conference room. There were small conversations and light hearted banter simmering in the room until a light tremor reverberated the floor, rippling the water in people's cups. The source drew closer until Olivia entered the room, her smooth, spherical rolls emerging before her face.

She had to subtly step a bit sideways to fit through the door frame, but she maintained her composure and smiled politely to everyone staring. She felt her cheeks grow warm when she noticed that among the astounded gazes were Jake's and Kendall's. Jake's eyes were wide as he ran them up and down Olivia's new bulbous body, perhaps even recognizing his ex-girlfriend's clothes being strained by another fat, feminine form. Kendall had a sort of wrinkle to her nose, at once shocked and disgusted.

Olivia averted her gaze and decided to go for an empty chair in the back-corner of the room but to get there, she had to squeeze against the backs of chairs and the whiteboard wall. She slowly pushed down the row of seats, forcing some colleagues to lean forward over the table to give Olivia enough room to make it through. The lower part of Olivia's big round belly brushed against the backs of a couple of her coworkers' heads and shoulders.

She emerged at the other end of the table and turned in front of a chair. She gradually lowered herself into it, her wide and heavy ass pressing deeper on the seat, her soft, fat bulges squeezing between the gaps, flowing over the armrests. The metal chair groaned beneath her heft.

Olivia looked around to see everyone had been staring the whole time and were still fixated on her. She smiled modestly and looked around, pretending not to notice.

"Olivia?!" Claudia shouted.

Olivia looked over to see her boss, having just entered the room, amazed at her formerly-fit employee's new size.

"Are you okay?" Claudia asked, walking over, gliding effortlessly through the path between the chairs and walls, then taking a seat by Olivia.

"Umm, yeah, it's just umm...a reaction to...something I ate," Olivia tried to explain, taking long pauses to think of ways to explain how she had gotten so fat so quickly without mentioning strange little monsters.

Claudia lowered her voice as she spoke with Olivia and the other employees slowly went back to their own conversations. "We can reschedule this meeting. Do you need to go home?"

"No!" Olivia accidentally shouted, fearful of what would happen if she did go home; worried that once there, she would never leave again. "Sorry," she laughed nervously trying to fake aloofness. "No, I appreciate your concern, but I got this."

Claudia didn't seem convinced but trusted her employee. She leaned back and addressed the rest of the room. "Well, it looks like everyone's here. I guess we can get started. Olivia?" She turned to her right and handed the proceedings over to her underling.

With a smile, Olivia began to rise. She leaned back then leaned forward to build momentum, but was restricted by the armrests of her seat. She leaned back to try again, but to no avail. Olivia chuckled to try and play it off but tried to stand once more, meeting resistance from the confines of the chair and slowly pushing through till she popped loose and stood swaying above her four-legged foe.

Feigning to dust off herself and straightening her (Becky's) outfit, Olivia composed herself and wobbled over to the laptop in the corner of the room. It was on a podium by the screen upon which the projector shone an image of whatever was on the laptop monitor.

Olivia was bummed that she had to face away from the other meeting attendees to operate the laptop, presenting them with a perfect, unbroken view of her enormous, globular ass as it strained the threads of the seat of her pants, but there was no way around it. She was just going to have to press forward.

"As you all know, entering metadata can be a huge pain when logging materials. So with this new software called Olympus, all you have to do is-" her stomach groaned loudly, interrupting her, giving way to an audible gurgle. Olivia chuckled again in a vain attempt to diminish her embarrassment, patting her gut. "Sorry, I skipped lunch today. So, as I was saying-" a louder growl emanated from her large belly, a deeper rumble moving within her. She moaned from the discomfort and tried not to whimper, "Oh no..."

A tremendous bellow of gas exploded from Olivia's butt. The wind swept over her boss and her colleagues, flowing from the fat woman for what seemed like minutes. The long, unbroken fart tapered off as the pressure left Olivia and she breathed deeply in relief. She slowly rotated her massive body to see everyone around the table wincing and fanning their noses.

Olivia's fat cheeks went crimson. She could only stand there in stunned silence before she realized she needed to get out of there. "Excuse me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She wobbled towards the door, but had to once again squeeze past the chairs and the people sitting in them. She wasn't so delicate this time, barreling through, pushing several people into the table with her rotund form.

But still, she became stuck; her belly cushioning her against the wall, her ass pushing against and flowing over the back of Kendall's chair. "Ungh!" Olivia grunted, struggling to get through the tight squeeze, sweat beginning to sting her hairline from the exertion.

"Get your fat ass off of me!" Kendall shouted as Olivia's wide, blubbery bottom pinned Kendall to the table. There was a bubbling sensation rising in the pit of Olivia's midsection before it tumbled deeper into her and flowed out of her. A loud, staccato blast of wind escaped Olivia's tremendous rear and washed over her subdued colleague.

"I'm sorry!" Olivia whined, desperately wanting to escape this humiliating scenario, especially as her aromatic expulsions began to dominate the room. It was hers now, whether she liked it or not. At this point, it would probably make more sense for everyone else to vacate and leave Olivia to marinate in her own gluttonous scent. But she poured out of the tight spot and stumbled into the wider space closer to the door, stealing one last glance at Jake and seeing him covering his nose, looking at Olivia with pity.

Olivia turned away and squeezed out the door, waddling down the hall.

Claudia left the meeting and caught up with Olivia, placing her arm over Olivia's broad, round, and plush shoulders. "Hey, Liv, it's okay," Claudia said, attempting to comfort her. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"

Olivia's sad eyes were suddenly filled with fear. "No, please, don't let me go home!"

"Olivia, you're obviously overworked and stress eating. Maybe a couple of days off will do you some good!" Claudia tried to reason.

Olivia realized she had no other options. It was time to go home. It was time to face the Munchies and hold up her part of the deal. "Claudia? I need to talk to you about..." Olivia couldn't bring herself to say it aloud and make it real, as she hung her head and rubbed her belly, "...maybe working from home for the foreseeable future."

"How about you take the rest of the week and give me a call tomorrow? Maybe we can work something out," Claudia said smiling. "Now get out of here and take it easy!" She patted Olivia on the back.

Olivia sighed, ready to accept her fate. "Okay," she said solemnly and went to gather her things.