chapter 16

While Helga was slowly blossoming three doors down from Vance and under fertile conditions left by Sanantha for her creating husband, Vance, the afore mentioned spouse was going deeper and deeper down the feederism and kinks rabbithole. Just a few months ago, he would have arrogantly scoffed at the new carnal pleasures that he now thoroughly enjoyed on a daily basis and couldn't imagine living without.

With Mol's tender words and encouragement, Vance's waistline, weight and confidence grew by the day. As Vance approached the 400lb mark, even at 6'5", his once confident stride was replaced by a fat man's slow waddle. He couldn't help it. His thighs had grown so thick and dimpled with cellulite that Vance could no longer sit with his legs crossed let alone briskly walk any longer.

And to further slow him down, his soft and jiggly belly hang was quickly becoming a budding apron of fat. It must of weighed 75lbs itself. To make matters worse, his fat was literally out of control. Its soft and fibrous nature, combined with gravity and momentum caused his jiggling gut to slosh around uncontrollably, when attempting to walk, slapping against his thighs, and forcing his legs even further apart.

The combination of his increased width, along with his widened stance caused Vance to appear shorter than his true 6'5" stature. He was also starting to have some back problems caused by the massive increase in fatty tissue on both belly and breasts. And being that almost 100% of his weight gain was in pure fat without the addition of any muscle, Vance's lower spine constantly felt right. To get relief from the dull aching pain, Vance often placed his hands on his huge saddlebags, and jutted his hips forward. The stance did provide some relief, but pushed his huge belly out further even more, making him appear to look pregnant.

At work, if one could still call it that, Vance would check in on the girls in his office to make sure all the necessary signatures were in place. He liked watching the girls eat, and eat they all did.
Often he found himself imagining them growing fatter and fatter.

When it came to Helga though , Vance didn't have to use his imagination after a few short days. It was obvious to he and probably everyone in the office that Helga was gaining weight and fast.

To most guys and some of the girls at the firm and especially Vance, Helga looked even hotter with a more filled out body. She still maintained her hourglass form but let's just say their was a whole lotta more room for sand these days.

While Helga's belly and midsection did take a hit from her rapid weightgain, her small yet growing belly bulge drew the least attention when compared to her breast, ass and hips.

Helga's breast literally were literally overflowing out of the top of her bra. Vance and Tracey often admired the way her bra straps now dug into her soft flesh, often displaying her softening flanks and backfat, either through too tight dresses or oozing out of her more revealing outfits. Her ads, hips, and thighs were still rather shapely, maybe even more so, but all hints of muscle were now slathered under a thin but growing layer of adipose tissue. Vance especially liked the way her upper arms were softening. Gone were her right fit arms displaying lean biceps and triceps. They were beginning to look like hotdogs. Vance however longed for the day they turned into fat sausages.

Helga's increased mass wasn't miss by many. Vance even overheard rumors from around the water cooler that she was pregnant. "Holy fuck!", thought Vance to himself, hoping against all odds that she wasn't actually pregnant. Vance knew that if she was, he was the most likely suspect.

Although the thought terrified Vance, he couldn't help fantasizing about Helga's belly and growing body of it were true. Looking at her in her now too tight black and white striped dress, Vance saw real promise.
He imagined her eating voraciously because of the baby. Everything swelling, not just her belly. And he imagined her growing so fat that the stripes of her dress would get stretched thin, then rip between the seems, letting her fat pour forth between black stripes that dug into her softened flesh.

Often he found himself fantasizing about the growing Helga while, grabbing his cock. Sometimes he would excuse himself to his private bathroom where he would finish himself off. And at other times he would gravitate towards his current office favorite, Veronica. Vance often found himself thinking about his ever expanding secretary even while fucking or being fucked by his amazonian mistress.

Once inside the confines of the conference room, Vance's fat ass belonged to Veronica. Donning her black leather dominatrix outfits, complete with dildos of various sizes, she would verbally berate him telling him just how far, weak and pathetic he'd become. She liked watching him squirm when she called him names like piggy and lard ass.

All of Veronica's verbal assaults only further served to increase Vance's appitite which caused him to gorge himself even more. When thisoccurred, Veronica usually ordered him to finish his food on all fours like the "pig you are", she would say with a cold smile.

As ordered, he would oink and snort like a pig, a the while Veronica continued to tell him how far and disgusting he was. More snorts and pinks, accompanied by groans of ecstacy between his constant gobbling, chewing, and swallowing of fattening desserts.

"No healthy food for pigs, only fattening crap for you, you fat bitch", said Veronica as she fondled his fat boobs and tickled his asshole, preparing it for her hard pounding.

Although Veronica was not adverse to fucking men, she did prefer women, usually ones with big asses and thick thighs like Uma. However, from behind, the shaven smooth and fat ass of Vance looked just like what she preferred, so she didn't mind. But more than anything, Veronica loved being dominant, and her fat and sissy piggy boy boss more more than submissive to her every desire.