Chapter 5 - unwanted attention

In the weeks that followed, Chelsea continued her relentless quest to cut out her formerly healthy habits and routine. She made eating a high calorie frozen dinner a nightly requirement and she even found herself becoming attached to her favorite ones - Salisbury steak, macaroni and cheese, and fried chicken. She took pride in the fact that could now make a serious dent in a family sized Marie Callender's frozen lasagna. Moreover, it seemed that Chelsea's desire for exercise had been completely extinguished, especially as the weather became colder. Instead, she seemed to relish wrapping herself up in blankets, relaxing on the couch, and grazing on sweets most evenings.

With her diligent efforts, it wasn't shocking that she finally started to notice visible changes. She was always a bit top-heavy, with ample breasts for a girl of such short stature, and the newfound weight added to this imbalance. Her breasts blossomed, becoming rounder to the point that they were easily the largest they had ever been. She now came close to filling her new DD bras that she had purchased only a few weeks prior. Chelsea enjoyed lathering them up in the shower and hefting them up and down, watching them bounce and jiggle like the globs of soft, fatty tissue that they were.

Some of the added weight found its way to her middle and it was safe to say that Chelsea Chesterfield's pooch was in significant danger of becoming a full-fledged belly. Her midriff appeared bloated, larger, and just overall more prominent even when concealed by her autumn sweaters. Her face looked ever so slightly rounder with cheeks that bordered on chubby. For anyone who knew Chelsea, her changes were so evident that they were impossible to ignore, which unfortunately led to more undesired attention at work.

Brent was strutting down one of the office corridors, a lewd daydream played like a movie in his mind, when suddenly he spotted a rather pudgy-looking Chelsea approaching him from the opposite way. She was alone and unprotected - he couldn't help but blurt out his
thoughts.

"Wow, better lay off the burgers and fries there girly - you're looking pretty meaty. You don't want to end up like these other heifers in the
office, do you?" he taunted.

Chelsea felt a pang of embarrassment, it was the first time anyone had negatively commented on her appearance in quite a long time. Her arms moved to cover her growing belly, as if to hide it from view, but she quickly stopped herself, realizing that she needed to leverage these moments if she wanted to get rid of Brent. She placed both hands on her hips and sashayed towards him in a slow, almost seductive manner.

"Oh, you think I'm getting kinda chubby do you? Maybe even a little...fat?" Chelsea said in calm, coy voice.

She stood close to him now and, thinking quickly, stood in such a way as to accentuate her assets. She gazed upward at him with an innocent look, batted her eye lashes, then added, "I'm not surprised. I've been eating like a pig - you've seen me. I just can't seem to help myself these days..."

Brent looked confused for a brief moment but then gathered himself. He might have been a vulgar womanizer, but he wasn't stupid. He knew she was up to something.

"Yeah, you and the rest of these soft bodies" he said, gesturing in the direction of the office cubicles. "You think I haven't noticed that all of you ladies fatten each other up with your little baked goods, take out lunches, and office gatherings?" Brent scoffed and continued, "Well even though you've sipped the 'get fat' Kool-Aid, don't think I'm letting you off the hook."

The smug look on Chelsea's face was erased in an instant and replaced with a worried frown that she struggled to conceal. She tried to move away from Brent but he was in lock-step with her, pressing his advantage, and looking intimidating.

"You may have gained a few pounds, but I suppose I can tolerate having a chunky girlfriend until we get your fat ass back in the gym. So, when do you want to go on that date? I'm guessing that loser boyfriend isn't an issue anymore. After all, who would stick with such a gluttonous cow who is..."

Chelsea reared back and slapped Brent's face; the hit produced a loud smack and left a red handprint on his rather thin-skinned cheek. After lashing out, Chelsea stood there with misty eyes, feeling scared, yet defiant. There was a pit in her stomach as she hoped that she hadn't just ruined her career.

Brent slowly turned back to look at Chelsea, giving himself a second to stifle his anger. He sputtered out a laugh and said, "You are a feisty one...I like that. I'll give you a pass, this time, but listen up: We're going on a date, December 20th, one month from now. If you don't show, I tell management about this little temper tantrum and get you fired. Understood?"

Chelsea gazed down at the floor, seething and unable to meet Brent's eyes. She slowly and hesitantly nodded her head.

"Atta girl. I'm looking forward to our little get together," replied Brent. He continued on his way while Chelsea stood motionless in the deserted hallway. After a few strides, Brent halted as though he seemed to have forgotten something.

"Oh and Chelsea?"

She clenched her fists and pivoted quickly to face him. Her eyes, still downcast, were filled with hate and her blood boiled with rage.

"For goodness sake, will you try to keep your appetite under control over the holiday? It's getting a little embarrassing - don't you think?"

Brent left the hallway and Chelsea remained for a few more moments. Her thoughts were so jumbled and so many emotions ran through her mind that it was impossible to focus on just one idea. However, one thing was absolutely clear to Chelsea: she would have to take her plan to a whole new level if she wanted to rid herself of Brent.