chapter 1: meet mallory

Mallory Martino was not a woman to be taken very lightly, in several ways. First of all, she wasn’t what any of her colleagues would classify as “light” as far as mass was concerned. Mallory had arrived at Sullivan and Roy, the premiere kitchen appliance mega corporation of the east and west coast, as an already big twenty-one year old, having freshly graduated from one of the top business and finance schools in the state at the top of her class. Anyone who cared to look into her past to compare what she’d looked like at her high school graduation compared to her college one would be surprised to see a completely different person: a mousy, skinny, even waifish natural brunette salutatorian proudly accepting her high school diploma before being whisked away across the country on a full scholarship to Bieleford with nothing but a suitcase, the clothes on her back and a bottle of blonde hair dye she planned on using to “reinvent” herself in her new environment. And reinvent herself Mallory certainly had. Quiet, studious “Minnie Mal”, as she had been called by her high school friends, had blossomed into an outspoken, overachieving buxom blonde bombshell who put her snooty sorority sisters to shame not only in academics but, curiously enough, in appetite.

Indeed, Mallory hadn’t just gained an impressive education at college, she’d gained at least about three hundred pounds. It was just the side-effect of being such a hard worker, Mallory had always surmised. It was always easier to relax and focus on an upcoming exam when there was chocolate at hand, and there was no better way to reward oneself for a perfect GPA than with a celebratory raid of the campus dining hall. Full twenty-four hour access to all of the student cafeterias had been included in her full ride, after all, and as far as Mallory had been concerned in those days, her flawless academic record had been proof that she had not only earned that access, but needed it more than the “underachievers” she’d been forced to be surrounded by. Comfort food and stress snacking were just necessary evils when one was extra ambitious and goal driven, and in the ten years she had spent at Sullivan and Roy since graduating, little had changed about Mallory’s policy on pigging out. A lot had changed about her size, though.

It was hard to say what had seen the bigger increase during Mallory’s meteoric decade at S and R, her waistline or her salary. At first, it was cause for surprise and even ridicule amongst her coworkers. Sure, there were other big women at the office when she’d arrived, but they were a bit older and had been with the company long enough to fall subject to the classic “office spread”, that uncanny phenomenon where years of sitting at a desk and sipping on high calorie caffeinated beverages ended up leading to wider waists and bulkier bottoms. But Mallory had shown up for her first day at the company as an admittedly pretty and curvaceous brown-eyed blonde weighing at least somewhere in the low four hundreds, fatter than any one of them despite how much younger she was. And she certainly hadn’t slimmed down since taking the job.

No, with Mallory, it had been just the opposite.

Mallory spent so much time snacking during office hours that many people had at first assumed that the bloated bottle blonde never actually got any work done. She quickly quelled those rumors, however, with the impressive reports and fat bonuses she accrued at the end of each fiscal year. Mallory was soon wowing both her colleagues and her superiors with not just the quantity of how much she ate, but the quantity and finesse of the work that she turned in each quarter, quickly separating herself from the rest of the rabble in just her first year in the world of corporate finance.

In fact, the only thing more impressive than Mallory’s bottom line was, well, her actual bottom.

Mallory had always been a pear-shape, with plenty of heft up top but bottom-heavy to an even greater extreme and only increasingly so as she continued to pack on the pounds. By the time she’d received her first promotion to assistant manager after just a couple of years, Mallory had already added another hundred pounds to her frame and then some, the majority of it making its way onto her barrel-thick thighs, surging saddlebags and overblown ass.

Fortunately for the ballooning, bottom-heavy blonde, with power came perks. She had succeeded in sequestering an extra-wide armless swivel chair for her desk once she’d outgrown the standard ones, and that chair had stayed faithful to her for the next three or so years before finally succumbing to her ever-increasing bulk and snapping under her weight once she had passed the six hundred fifty pound mark. It had been embarrassing when it happened, sure, but, at the time Mallory had been able to distract herself with her next big promotion to look forward to, having recently been selected as the new manager to take over in the wake of the previous boss’s retirement.

Her first big move as manager had been to requisition even wider, sturdier chairs not just for her new office but for every conference room and break room on her floor, a necessary accommodation for her hefty hips and billowing backside. These ones came with a recommended weight limit of up to eight hundred pounds, a girth that the growing twenty-something never anticipated she’d actually reach. However, with more power naturally also came more responsibility, and Mallory found herself resorting to previously cemented habits in order to cope with the stress of her work load.