chapter 5

Phoebe had sent Greg a text, but went to bed with no response. She'd have to try calling him tomorrow after work.

She awoke in the morning to see that there was no need to call him. A new text from him sat in her inbox, sent late, around 3 am.

"Pheebs. I'm so sorry if I overstepped. Would you mind if I popped by this evening?"

Phoebe was antsy to see Greg again after he had humiliated her into a horny stupor. She didn't want it to be weird, but she secretly hoped he'd push further on the weight issue. "I guess we'll see," she thought before responding to arrange him stopping by around 7 that night.

She got up and began getting ready for work. Very aware of her weight now, she tried her best to find her largest clothing. An XL button up looked promising and covered the bottom of her stomach, though it did feel a little snug. Size 14 pants buttoned with little struggle, but squeezed at her hips and belly, pushing them out a little further. She looked in the mirror. "Well it's not unprofessional. But God, do I look big as hell."

Crossing through the kitchen, Phoebe impulsively grabbed two granola bars and thought "I've already porked out anf it gets me off for some reason. I might as well eat what I want and grab a car snack before I pick up breakfast."

The granola bars were gone by the third stoplight. Phoebe turned into McDonald's and got her usual 2 sausage mcmuffins and 2 hashbrowns with an OJ. She'd never thought too much about the calorie content, but sitting in the drive thru she realized that her standard breakfast order is more than half the calories she should eat in a day. Things were starting to make sense now. Phoebe ate her food quickly on the way to work, finding herself stuffed but still hungry.

She rode the elevator up to her floor, booted up her computer, and wandered over to the breakroom in search of snacks brought in by a generous co-worker. Jackpot. 4 dozen donuts stacked up on the counter. She didn't want to be greedy, since 20 other people might want donuts. So she settled on 4 jelly filled and headed back to her desk, cramming the donuts into her mouth quickly to avoid confrontation for taking more of her share. Nowwwww she felt full.

The morning passed by quickly. Taking phone calls and making sales definitely helped to pass the time. Noon rolled around, and Pheobe's Chinese food delivery was dropped off at her desk. She opted to keep working while eating, since she was at a good pace. Around 12:30, Phoebe had polished off the meal and noticed her co-worker, Dana just coming in and waved "Slept in today, girl?"

Dana gave some lengthy explanation about her kid's yearly doctor physical and taking the morning off before she stopped mid sentence and began laughing. "Why is there a random cube of beef on the floor?" Phoebe laughed too and said that she must have dropped it while eating and not realized it because she was working.

Phoebe rolled her computer chair out from her desk and shot across the floor to retrieve the beef and tossed it in the bin before rotating to face Dana.

Dana's eyes widened immediately and she darted toward Phoebe and whispered "You need to find an excuse to go home. I wasn't trying to say anything about your weight. But the buttons on your shirt are stretching out and gaping. I can see your belly poking through. I'd go before the shirt rips." Phoebe looked down and saw for herself that her shirt buttons were straining to contain her gut after the morning of eating and lunch. The too tight pants were pushing her fat up into love handles under her right shirt, and her stuffed round belly tested the snap button on her pants. She thanked Dana and turned back to her desk.

Part of her wanted to go home and change into sweats and a t shirt. Part of her wanted to stay and let her clothes rip open to reveal her fatty gain to the office. She couldn't get away from this humiliation kink.

She called in to her boss and said she had gotten sick from lunch and needed to go home anyway.

Upon arriving home, Phoebe decided to have a little fun with her day off.