Chapter 1

Another day at the office..

Another day starts as usual, somewhat tight shirt on, trousers up belt closed.
Coffee on the table with a stack of bagels lathered in butter, I sigh contentedly over my already chubby frame and heave myself from my chair ready to leave.

Through the door, in the shrinking car, to the office. 5 minutes pass as I park up to get a breather ready for the walk (or waddle?) to the office doors. Luckily they’ve fixed the lift so no more stairs every morning, just one flight. But that’s one too many.

The boss calls for a meeting, we sit down i sigh over the delay to the glorious packet of biscuits sat on my desk with my cooking coffee sat next to them until.
In walks this blonde, tiny framed 5’8 barely 150lb girl with a strut of confidence. She was gorgeous I was smitten, just one glance and that was it, she softly brushed her hair behind her ear and gave her introduction “I’m Bri, it’s lovely to meet you all”

It felt like that moment lasted a million years, then I snapped I had to stop staring so I looked down and sipped my drink. I don’t think she noticed me staring.. did she?

A week passes by and Bri has proven herself to be an expert baker, daily treats appearing in the shared kitchen.. cakes, muffins, cupcakes, brownies, everything a fat man desires. Little does she know I pinch multiple every morning before everyone else just to make sure I get my fill. And still on breaks pretend I didn’t notice them and have one of each ‘just to try them’
She didn’t know… or so I thought.. or maybe I was just oblivious to the fact she noticed the stare. She noticed the gut, the straining buttons, the heavy breathing.

One fateful morning I had a knock on my office door and just like the first time I saw her, in walks this drop dead gorgeous petite girl smiling saying “good morning! I brought you a treat today, before they reach the kitchen, saves you sneaking up there”
I begin to glow red, she noticed. The gorgeous goddess spotted my gluttony.
I was rumbled.

She spotted my blush and said “no no, it’s okay I don’t want you to be embarrassed. It’s a compliment, my baking is pretty great haha” brushing her hair behind her ear once more I almost explode with excitement and just blurt out “Thankyou” she heads out, peachy arse swaying side to side as if she’s accentuating her curves as she leaves.
I look into the box, and it’s filled to the brim with all my favourites. Peanut butter brownies, coffee cake, Victoria sponge, cupcakes. Everything, she had definitely noticed.

I think it’s a one off so savour them and still have some left the following morning.
Much to my surprise a knock on the door, enters my blonde goddess once more, she gasps “you didn’t finish the treats?! Are they okay? What was wrong?”
I stumble “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect that treatment daily, I thought it was a one off”

“Oh no no, if you want them, they’re yours. I didn’t slave over the oven to cook them to come back to leftovers” she pushes yesterdays box towards me..

Months go by, daily I get the knock, I get the drop dead blonde, and every day we get closer, friendlier, somewhat intimate.

A crisp November morning strikes the office is cold right on time in walks Bri with her daily box of goodies that just seems to be getting bigger by the week, she’s in a gorgeous black turtleneck with a tight pencil skirt and black tights she looks wonderful, I smile and let her know “that outfit looks fantastic on you, good morning”
She responds “I’d say the same if yours still fit” glancing at my bulging buttons.. the treats had a side effect. I’d gained 30lb in 3 months, it’s like she puts ecstasy in them and bakes them in pure lard.. the pounds just fell on me.

I look down and laugh “yeah I guess these sweet treats had better slow down eh”
“Oh no no” she says kindly, smirking. “We’re only just beginning lovely”
I laugh it off as she walks out arse swaying as always.

I get the courage finally to turn to Bri and ask her “would you like to go for food sometime after work?”
She looks, bug eyed at me “yes! I mean, yeah sure why not”
Id done it! I asked the most gorgeous girl I’d ever laid my eyes upon on a date… and she said yes.

That week we decided a buffet would be a good idea.. well Bri insisted, but I’m not one to turn down copious amounts of food.
We sit, order drinks and laugh for 30 minutes or so before she says “you stay there big guy, you don’t need to leave your seat. This one’s on me”
She gets up and returns with what looked like a serving trolley with 5-6 plates piled high on it.. i look at her shocked and she says “cmon now dont look at me like that, don’t even try to pretend you wouldn’t eat all this anyway”
I shrug, she’s right, I can’t help myself at a buffet
Time goes on and she’s right, I didn’t leave my seat once. She did everything, drinks, food, drinks, food. I felt woozy, drunk, food drunk. My belly was globular. Stuffed. Full. I could hardly move I let out a small burp and said “I think that’s me done, that was lovely.”

She laughs, “after 16 played I’d hope you’re done the buffet wanted us gone an hour ago! I had to pay for an extra persons fee because you ate so much big guy”

I was shocked, she settled me patted my belly and said let’s get you going, she helped me up and slowly walked alongside me as we headed for the exit.
“So… Ice cream?” She said
I nodded, blindly, I was smitten, I was stuffed, she wanted more, I wanted more,

Something in me makes me feel like our story is just beginning.

( this is my first time posting a story here so open to feedback. And I’d love to continue this story if there’s interest )