Chapter 17 - Rumor Has It

“NO NO NO NOOOO”

Frantically scanning the horizon for any onlookers, Jessica nearly fell out of her office chair as her hands investigated the source of the tearing sound emanating from beneath her work desk. Clumsily contorting her burgeoning form, the woman’s soft and protruding gut smacked the nearby keyboard and mouse, knocking them to the floor in a loud chorus of clanging plastic.

“Not agaiiiiinnnnn,” the 336-pound woman groaned as her pudgy sausage fingers connected with a fresh tear near the bottom of her dress.

It had been just over a week since her “break up” with Dan, and the ever-expanding accountant had sought consolation from the one remaining source of pure joy in her life: food. In the days since marching out Dan’s door, Jessica had been on a desperate binge for the record books, consuming everything in sight and rapidly draining her bank account in the process. With no clear vision of the future, the former fitness trainer had gone all-in on her new lifestyle, expanding her stomach’s capacity even further to unthinkable limits as she embraced her one true love.

“April Milton?”

Still hunched over in her desk chair, Jessica’s body went rigid as she heard the voice of a young woman behind her. Sitting up and turning around, she found a young woman in her early 30s standing just outside her cubicle, her pressed pantsuit looking oddly formal for an accounting office that rarely saw clients.

“Umm, yes? That’s me,” Jessica answered nervously.

“Hello there,” the young woman said cheerfully while holding a stack of papers close to her chest. “My name is Lauren and I work within the HR department. Mr. Liam Anderson has requested your presence in his office. Would you mind following me?”

Holding the tear in her dress tightly, Jessica’s face turned a deep crimson.

“I, umm. Can this maybe wait? Now’s not the best erm, time.”

Keeping the same fake corporate smile across her face, Lauren briefly glanced at the tear in the woman’s outfit before backing away from the cubicle.

“I am sorry Miss Milton, but Mr. Anderson has expressed urgency with this matter. I have been directed to bring you into his office immediately.”

Nervously glancing back at her dress, Jessica nodded defeatedly before exiting her cubicle, doing her best to hold her dress from further damage. Waddling close behind the young woman, the two traversed the sea of beige cubicles as countless onlookers stared curiously.

“So umm, Lauren was it? What exactly is this all about? I mean, specifically.”

Never losing her stride, the young brunette turned slightly. “I am afraid Mr. Anderson will have to share those details with you. I am simply the messenger tasked with bringing you to him.”

“What could he possibly want with me?” Jessica wondered to herself as she followed closely behind, her mind running wild with possibilities. Was she getting fired? Her job performance had undeniably gone downhill, yet her boss had been eerily quiet since their last meeting. Then there were those rumors she had heard months ago while hiding in the bathroom. “Wasn’t it something about Liam sleeping with his secretary?”

“This is Mr. Anderson’s office,” the young woman said as they approached a set of twin oak doors that stretched from the ceiling to the floor.

Jessica continued fidgeting with her dress as Lauren knocked on the entrance to the accounting partner’s office, and a faint and muffled “bring her in” could be heard from within.

“Mr. Anderson will see you now,” Lauren said with a curt smile before pulling the door open.

Jessica gave one last uncertain glance at the young woman as she stepped through the office door. Walking into Mr. Anderson’s office, Jessica felt as though she were transported to a different building altogether. Most of the office floor which she toiled within featured dated carpet and cheap beige cubicle walls from the 1980s, whereas the room she now found herself inside was the pinnacle of business class luxury. The room was massive and open, featuring vaulted ceilings and hardwood flooring across nearly 2,000 square feet. The walls were covered in a tapestry of fine art, all except the exterior wall featured crystal clear glass windows which stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Positioned just fifteen feet away from the windows was a large oak desk, and sitting in a chair just behind was Mr. Liam Anderson.

“Please Miss Milton, come over and take a seat,” the man said in a stern and deep voice.

Jessica felt frozen as she stood beyond the threshold of the man’s office, and the plus sized woman nearly jumped as the doors were closed behind her.

“Be cool Jess,” she thought to herself while standing riding still. “He may be hot and hold your career in your hands but… well, just be cool.”

Taking a deep breath, Jessica slowly made her way towards the 30 something year-old man behind the desk as she tried her best to conceal the rip in her lower dress.

“I suppose you’re wondering why you are here,” Mr. Anderson remarked with a faint smile as the young accountant approached.

Waddling nervously, Jessica maintained eye contact as she lowered herself into the sturdy wooden chair sitting in front of the man’s desk.

“Y- yes actually,” she stuttered nervously. “Did I do something wrong?”

Without saying a word, Mr. Anderson rose from his seat, his tall and imposing form towering over her.

“April, I don’t normally get involved in the performance of our junior accountants,” he said smoothly while walking past the seated woman and towards the twin oak entry doors, “but the unique circumstances surrounding your recent… ‘changes’ has put me in a peculiar position.”

Jessica was on edge as she heard the man lock the doors behind her, her plump hand still tightly gripping the tear in her dress.

“I umm, what do you mean exactly?”

Approaching from behind, Mr. Anderson spoke with a cool yet authoritative tone that kept the 336-pounder on her toes.

“To be perfectly blunt April, your performance and professionalism have both come under great scrutiny as of late. You were first made aware of this by your manager several months ago, and my understanding is that nothing has changed since. Despite being given several chances, you continue to show up late to work, your production has slowed to a crawl, and I’ve received an unprecedented number of complaints about your behavior in the office.”

Jessica could feel the emotions swelling within with every word he spoke. She had been so focused on everything else going on in her life that work had disappeared into the background. Even with the threat of unemployment right around the corner, her mind had been wholly consumed by thoughts of food to the point that she constantly found herself rubbing her belly while daydreaming about her next meal.

Approaching from behind, the tall and broad shouldered man walked to the side of his oak desk, leaning his waist against the sturdy furniture for support.

“I also understand there have been an inexcusable number of wardrobe malfunctions, including the one last Friday where your umm… stomach tore through the zipper of your pants right in front of me.”

Jessica felt the temperature in the room climb ten degrees as her face turned hot red. Gripping her torn dress tightly, her relatively deep and husky voice trembled as she spoke.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Anderson. I promise it won’t happen again,” Jessica said weakly with a hint of desperation. “And I promise I’ll turn things around. You won’t get another complaint about me from now on. I have just been going through some personal things that shouldn’t interfere with my work anymore, I swear.”

Jessica half expected the man to fire her right then and there, yet the man’s expression seemed to flip in an instant as he broke into a light chuckle.

“April I think we both know that these ‘things’ won’t get any better.”

Staring into the hardwood floor below, Jessica felt the pit of her stomach falling out as the room caved in around them. Her breathing quickened and tears began to form around her eyes. Her heart had been crushed by the man she loved, her savings were vanishing all thanks to her ever-expanding appetite, and now she was on the precipice of losing her job. The entire world seemed to be imploding all around her, yet just when she was set to fall into the abyss…

“Stand up.”

Jessica’s eyes blinked rapidly as she was pulled from her trance, the woman taken completely off guard by the sudden and unexpected command.

“I’m sorry?” she muttered confusingly.

Mr. Anderson stood perfectly still only a few feet away, his imposing height towering over the short meatball.

“I said, stand up April.”

Unsure of his intent, Jessica hesitantly glanced around the room as if she had expected to see someone else on the receiving end of his command.

“I… um… ok.”

Slowly lifting herself up from her seat, the sound of creaking lumber echoed throughout the office as Jessica’s massive form rose into the air.

“Tell me the truth April. How big are you?” the man asked bluntly as he approached, his steps moving in a circular pattern around the plus size woman while his eyes inspected her like a prized farm animal at the fair.

“Umm, what?” Jessica stuttered. Her head was swimming. Nothing that was happening made any sense.

“Let me rephrase. How much do you weigh?”

His words were sharp and quick to the point. She didn’t know what he was getting at, but his cold tone and shark-like maneuvering urged her compliance.

“Sir I don’t-”

“It’s a very simple question April.”

The flustered woman blinked incredulously, her mind suddenly going blank despite knowing exactly what the scale had said that morning.

“336 pounds, at least as of this morning, sir.”

The man’s face lit up as he eyed the large sack of excess flesh protruding from the woman’s midsection.

“F*ck. And you can’t be any taller than 5’4”. So much weight for such a small frame”

“I’m uhh actually 5’2”.”

Jessica had no idea what was happening or why she was going along with the odd conversation. The sense of panic she had been overwhelmed by just moments before was vanishing quickly, with confusion and intrigue taking its place.

“That’s incredible. You’re basically one giant meatball, aren’t you April?”

“I’m… uh…” she mumbled in a nearly imperceptible tone as she felt the room temperature climbing

“I’ve seen you at your desk, always snacking on junk food without a care in the world. All that overeating is destroying your health, but you don’t plan on slowing down, do you?”

Jessica whimpered softly, her eyes darting across the room while trying to avoid eye contact.

“Uhh, I mean… no sir.”

“I bet you want to keep growing, don’t you April?”

“Y- yes sir.”

“That’s what I thought. A fat pig like you doesn’t have limits. Come on piggy, take off your dress and show me what you’ve done to that poor body of yours.”

Jessica’s body went rigid and she could feel a cool layer of sweat beginning to permeate across her fleshy expanse. The 27-year-old woman had no idea why this was all happening, but she couldn’t think of a single reason not to go along. She had nothing to lose.

Grasping the bottom of her torn dress, Jessica slowly lifted the bedsheet-sized garment from her bloated form, pulling the fabric over her head until all that remained were her matching pink bra and underwear.

“My god,” the man remarked as he soaked in the beefy visage before him. “You truly are a massive cow April.”

The woman squirmed uncomfortably as the man smoothly circled her like a hunter trapping his target, the plush 336-pounder doing everything to ignore the growing heat burning between her thick tree trunk thighs.

“Such an immaculate belly you have,” he admired as he slowed to a stop in front of her. Just as the woman looked up from the ground, Mr. Anderson was closing in. “You’ve truly ruined your body April, and at such a young age too. Do you have a boyfriend? I certainly don’t see a ring on that finger.”

Nodding her head from side to side, Jessica’s eyes soon lit up as she felt the man’s firm hands grasp the outer boundaries of her plush gut, their rugged shapes gliding across the soft surface of her skin.

“I didn’t think so. Not a lot of guys your age would risk getting caught sticking it to a fatty of your massive size. You’re almost double the weight of most guys in their twenties.”

Jessica whimpered as she quietly listened to the man’s taunting words, his hands continuing to grope her soft form as he gripped the woman’s gooey love handles.

“Do you like being such a fat and pathetic slob? Does it turn you on knowing that every other person in the room is judging you, questioning how somebody could let their body devolve into such a squishy pile of soft flesh.“

Jessica’s heart rate climbed as the heat between her thighs grew unbearable.

“Yeah…”

Mr. Anderson lifted the woman’s large pile of belly flesh before releasing his grip, the weighted sack falling back to earth and landing with a loud SMACK against the top of her thighs.

“And don’t even get me started about your fat ass,” he remarked while reaching his arms past her midsection.

Jessica’s rounded face lit up as she felt the man grasp her doughy pale orbs with each hand. Using each cheek as leverage, the man pulled the morbidly obese woman towards him, her bloated gut pressing into his shirt and tie as their bodies collided. Looking up towards the man’s face, Jessica gazed into his beautiful eyes before welcoming his kiss, their tongues wrestling as her pudgy hands explored his toned body.

“You know, the other partners were ready to cut you loose weeks ago,” Mr. Anderson said pointedly as he pulled away. “Fortunately for you, I disagree. And since my father founded this firm, I have the final say – not them.”

Mr. Anderson’s words hardly registered in Jessica’s brain as her hands ran along the length of his muscular arms, her gaze utterly transfixed on his gorgeous eyes as he spoke. The man was a ten out of ten, a human so conventionally attractive that even Jessica’s old body could have never landed. He should be dating super models, not overweight fatties like her.

“You know April, I personally think that you are ready for a promotion. Would you like that?”

Jessica’s head was spinning as she gently nodded up and down, the fire between her legs roaring to life as she felt her bra’s tension fade away by the man’s touch.

“Good. Now then, let’s see just how shapeless your breasts have become,” Mr. Anderson teased while tossing away the pink garment. “I bet you used to have such small and perky tits like that girl who brought you into this office, didn’t you April?”

The woman nodded once again as the man lifted her bloated HH-cup breasts in front of her face, her teeth biting into her lips as he held the bloated sacks before her.

“These are so fucking heavy,” he teased while inspecting her nine-inch wide areola, the darker disks dominating the landscape of her breasts. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were a 34-year-old mom of seven getting ready to nurse your newborn child. They certainly couldn’t belong to someone in their twenties.”

Jessica audibly gasped as the man brought her left breast into his mouth, her body erupted in euphoric bliss as his tongue flicked her thick nub.

“Fuuuccccckkkkkk,” she gasped as her knees felt weak. She was puddly in his hands.

With a loud POP, Mr. Anderson released Jessica’s breast from his mouth before dropping the two sacks from his hands, their heavy forms slamming into the woman’s gut before rolling off to each side.

“Forget being an accountant and crunching numbers all day. From now on, you’re going to be my personal assistant. But first… what do you say we conduct a brief try out?”

Jessica stood frozen as the man walked across his office towards a nondescript door on the side wall. Taking a moment to enter a four-digit passcode, a loud click was heard from across the room as the door unlocked, the man pushing forward and turning back towards her for only a brief moment before disappearing into the side room.

“Follow along, piggy.”