Office Gains

Chapter 1 - No chapter

When I saw you walk in on your first day, I knew at that moment how cute you were, and how you would make a perfect fat pet for me. So, I took my chance, and I came over to you.

"Hello there." I smiled at you once you were settled into your new desk. "I'm Sasha, and I am going to be your new coworker." But I wanted to be more than just your coworker, and I wanted you to be less.
You looked at me with innocence in your eyes, so you greeted me back, saying your name. You were excited to work with someone as sexy as me, you loved looking at my ample thighs, and my large breasts. I took advantage of your interests, and took advantage of that little crush you had on me.

At first, it started with a few snacks here and there, but then, I would offer you some fast food for lunch. For a while, you were concerned that I didn't eat with you, but, I would always tell you that I already ate. That was only half the truth, I did eat, just not the same junk that I brought you. Whatever size you would order, I would always go the next size up, till you started ordering the maximum size.

It was around the time that you started ordering two cheese burgers that I noticed my plan was working perfectly on you, yet you were oblivious. It started in your cute chubby thighs, and later made its way up to your adorable plump belly, that was always my favorite part about you. I wanted to see your belly get bigger, and slowly but surely, it did.

I have conditioned you to want more fast food whenever you hear my high heels walk by your desk. It didn't matter that you just brought your own lunch, it didn't matter that you just ate, you still wanted more, and that's what excited me. I watched as you ate more, snacking, eating, and working. Your button up shirt was starting to tell on you, but I would always brush it off, and blame the wash, and somehow, you believed me. You believed me, as if I were the only one who understood, who you could actually trust. So, as little "gifts" for your obedience, I went through the liberty of getting you bigger clothes that looked the exact same. You really never noticed the difference.

As you grew more flabby, and more round, you would order more and more from me. But, one day, I decided to ask you out, and of course, with you having that crush on me, you accepted. It started off with some trips to the movies, snacking, and having a pleasurable time in bed. But then, I started feeding you, and oh how the pounds piled on.

Your one singular belly roll started to turn into multiple rolls within time, your shirts grew so tight around your big belly, and you could barely fit in your desk chair anymore. But that didn't stop us from dating, and sex only got more intense on my side. I was more involved in the bed, as you just laid there, taking every slap, every rub, and every blow I gave you. I even started feeding you while we did the deed, and you loved it. That was when I knew you were officially my pet pig.

One day, I see you walk in, and you were so fat, you got winded within the first few steps of the elevator. I already had your breakfast ready, sitting at your desk. 5 bags of fast food, all for you. But when you sat down in that office chair, you fumbled as your weight crushed the support. I watched as you fell in your back, and your body jiggled all over. I offered you a ride home. You gladly accepted to get out of that strange incident, not knowing just how much weight you really put on. Even on the way to your home, we had to stop at every other fast food restaurant, because I wanted you to eat more for me.

Once we had gotten home, I started to strip you down. Each piece of clothing leads to 4 bites of food. You were hungry that day, and I was more than happy to oblige to my piggy's hunger. I would feed you, strip you, and I had made sure you were too full to keep your eyes open. Once I knew you were good and stuffed, barely able to move, I had sex with you right then and there.

You and I later switched to online work. I was more productive, because you were too busy stuffing your fat face full of food, just where I wanted you. When I moved in, you were fired from your position, but that didn't matter to you, you had me. And from there, there was no stopping me.

And now here you are my pet pig, so big you can't even stand up on your own even if you wanted to. I can feel every single roll on your fat body, feel your plump chest, and your chubby cheeks. I always love kissing you, and feeling your chubby cheeks press on my face, and feeling your triple chin. You were my fat piggy, and that's all you'll ever be.