Chapter 1

The sweet music of the alarm played as I stretched slowly in bed. When I tried to turn my large body I felt like I had sunken in the bed and got stuck in the dent of the mattress. A sensation of extreme heaviness.
I had no desire to go to work after 15 days of extreme over-indulgence on an all-inclusive cruise ship. I stretched again, with a shiver, feeling the brand new flab along my sides, lower belly and love handles quiver and shake. My groin pulsated as if in response. This was not good. I need to go on a diet... a month ago!!
But the food on the cruise was sooo good, and included in the price! All-you-can-eat! And I made sure I got my money's worth, plus some! But as much as I wanted to take the day off to relax, there was no way since I had a very important board meeting today.

As I heaved myself out of bed, I heard a strange, deep, growling noise. Wtf?!? I was still feeling so full and my belly, now resting on my thighs, was literally still sloshing and digesting my previous night's binge, and yet I'm ravenous?!? My stomach replied with another cavernous growl. Oh no, this wouldn't do!!
I have barely an hour to be seated in the board room and I can't afford to have my stomach make noises like a dinosaur struggling to give birth, in front of everyone! That'd be so embarrassing and humiliating!

Today is Monday and I'm going to start my diet. The diet I always start on Monday. Mondays. On each and every Monday.. whatever... sigh..

I got out of bed, avoiding the mirror and not even turning on the lights. Although I blocked the vision of my body, I couldn't block the feeling. The sensation. The jiggling.. I tried my best to ignore the involuntary undulations of my new rolls as I struggled to put on my bra. It was tight. Tighter than.. yesterday? Ugh.. I didn't have a larger bra. I kept re-arranging my soft melons, they felt like very soft water balloons, I'd press them down from one side and they'd start over-flowing from some other random side of the bra.

I looked at my brand new suit hanging in the wardrobe and breathed a sigh of relief. Before leaving for my cruise, I had gone shopping and bought this new suit, a whole 2 sizes larger. ''Just in case'', you know.. tee-hee!

Glancing down at the bulges of breast tissue fighting against the material of my bra, I knew there was no way I could get into my previous suit which had already been pretty tight and bursting at the seams!

I grabbed the knee-length black pencil skirt and jostled my legs inside with confidence. Uh oh. Oh.. no? Something must be wrong, my legs felt like packed sausages inside the skirt, my thighs pressed against each other and crushing together! With great effort and a final heave I managed to pull the waistband above my arse. (In a way it's good that fat's so soft and pliable, tee-hee!!)
It was only when I fastened the skirt that I was sure it was really larger. I had an inch or two loose at the waist. So I must have gained weight in my thighs and butt, I mused with half a smile. I hummed along happily, as my blouse fitted perfectly, only very slightly straining at the chest.

But reality struck and I panicked - it's getting late and I'm getting a brain-block on what to eat for a healthy low-calorie breakfast. But I had to eat or my belly will make humiliating noises! I found myself frying bacon, rashers upon rashers of juicy streaky bacon. Eggs, milk, butter... lovely scrambled egg! More butter! Must make sure stomach stays quiet! Adds another spoonful of butter for good measure.. wtf am I doing..
I wolfed everything down like a vacuum cleaner. The greasy bacon, buttery omelette, slices upon slices of heavily buttered toast with cheese and waffles dripping in honey and jam. Sitting down, I felt my belly now pressing against the waistband of my new skirt. It no longer felt that loose especially after the large mug of chocolate milkshake I washed everything down with. It was sooo delicious!

Oh dammit. Here I was, a new Monday when I was supposedly starting my diet (ehh, yea, again.. I know..) BUT this time I had already sabotaged it by eating more than 3000 calories! More than an entire day's worth of food gulped down in a short 15 minutes and it wasn't even 8am! I literally started FEELING myself getting fat, feeling the fat cells expand and my ass ballooning in real time.. go figure! Well, at least I won't be suffering the humiliation of my belly growling in front of everyone because it's well fed! Hmph!!

I ran, well, waddled as fast as I could, to my car. As fast as the tight skirt crushing my fattened thighs together allowed me, while feeling my love-handles quiver and ripple, and my lower belly slapping the tops of my thighs with each thunderous step.. trying to ignore the throbbing sensation in my groin which such helplessness of mine always seemed to inconveniently induce.



Finally seated in the board room.

I glanced at the other members. My collegues were all elegant, skinny, young men and women. I was the only one who appeared to be the size of three of them at once. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, feeling the arm rests pressing against and cutting into the sides of my enormous arse and thighs, watching the seams on my skirt strain and stretch, feeling the flab of my lower belly rest on the tops of my thighs.
As I shifted my weight, I froze, as I felt the office chair I was on suddenly lower itself slightly by half an inch.
My weight was testing the hydraulic system of the chair! I felt myself turning red with embarrassment, but it seemed that no one else noticed my tiny mishap. I felt so inconveniently aroused, being so extremely heavy and squished up in the poor chair which was battling to hold up my weight! So helpless! My groin started throbbing again and I worked on concentrating to ignore it, to ignore the excitement and arousal I get when I feel heavy and helpless, while hearing my work mates talk and propound arguments in a fuzzy background seemingly miles away...



''Cal, Callie?''
The soft female voice calling my name unblurred my vision and brought me back to stark reality. Oh no! It was my workmate Elle, signalling my turn to get up to speak! As the petite lady handed me the papers, I couldn't help noticing how light and weightless she seemed as she walked, barely touching the ground like a fragile butterfly, long thin legs seemingly dancing on high stiletto heels. And how she sat down gracefully, without the chair not even moving or creaking the slightest, her tiny butt barely taking up a third of her seat.

I took the papers in one hand, and grabbed at the table to lever myself to get up with the other hand.
Too late I realised I needed a third (and perhaps a fourth?) hand to un-wedge the fat rolls of my hips and arse now solidly held prisoners by the arm-rests.
I had gotten a third of the way up, when I felt my hips somewhat even heavier than usual.
It was the weight of the chair dragging my hips down! I was mortified to realise that I was holding the chair up in the air, just with my arse-fat.
My shock was short-lived however, and blasted by another shock of bigger proportions as the watery-soft consistency of my arse-fat jiggled and the chair dropped down on the floor, with a chlang.

Now red as a beetroot and feeling breathless with humiliation and embarrassment, I tried to compose myself, rearranged my waistband and my jacket. My thighs still felt very uncomfortable, they were now sticky with sweat from my exertion, and the fat on them felt bunched up in the wrong places. But there was no way I could make myself more comfortable because the skirt was so tight I could barely walk/waddle let alone open my thighs to separate the sticking flabby flesh.

I prepared to start my speech, and casually lifted my arm to flick away a strand of hair.
Bad move! Bad!

For as I held my arm up high, and made the sudden flicking movement with my wrist I felt like a plop and all of a sudden something felt wonderfully less restrained in my chest area.
My eyes widened, as I felt a substantial part of my left breast break free from the restraining bra fabric, and 'plop' out! I glanced down at my chest in panic, but thankfully my blouse and jacket were doing a good job of covering up my little wardrobe mishap.

But same as before, though the vision was blocked, the feeling, the sensation, the jiggling, was not.
I looked at the faces of my collegues, they were smiling politely, waiting for me to start, sitting down patiently, in their skinny, graceful bodies. As if nothing had happened. As if having an office chair hovering in the air inadvertently held up by an enormous lumpy arse with its fat rolls stuck between the arms, which office chair then drops when the fat rolls reposition themselves, was your usual day-to-day occurrence. Hmph! They had absolutely no clue of the current battles going on in my body and in my brain. I gulped as I felt tears of frustration welling up.

As I straightened myself and opened my mouth to speak, my left nipple dragged itself erratically inside my blouse, brushing the material. I felt it harden, half-sticking against the fabric as it dragged slowly, sending electric shocks and shivers down my spine. As I shivered, I felt the fat of my lower belly quiver against my upper thighs. I wasn't sure if any sound came out of my mouth at all.. I tried to compose myself again and tugged down at my blouse which was now riding up my belly. But on doing so, I heavily dragged my hard erect nipple against the material again, and again, and again. I had no idea what I was doing but I kept doing it. I felt very aroused and completely humiliated, with each movement I was brushing my nipple and arousing myself even more, shivering all over and feeling the very soft fat on my love handles, lower belly and thighs literally shake and quiver side to side! My mouth was open, my groin was throbbing like crazy, the soft fat of my breast tissue was also jiggling involuntarily, and constantly stimulating my nipple against the fabric of my blouse and sending more electrical shocks down to my throbbing groin and desperate clit inside my now soaking wet panties. I felt my thighs and legs go soft(er), my knees were shaking, the fat on my thighs rippling uncontrollably underneath my tight pencil skirt.

''I... I'm sorry, I don't feel well'', I croaked, pressing my thighs hard against each other, trying not to cum.
I needed an excuse, and a quick one.

I eyed the large tray of chocolate-chip cookies on the centre of the board table... Sigh.. even more calories.. but there was nothing else I could think of?

''I think my blood sugar dropped, I'm feeling faint'', I lied, faking a gasp. In one hefty move I grab the cookie tray with one hand, while holding my weight on the table with my other hand in order not to lose my balance.

But unfortunately all the sudden movement wrecked havoc inside my blouse, as my fleshy right breast now also broke loose! Now I had to deal not with one but TWO hardened erect nipples quivering on the rippling loose flesh of my breasts and constantly brushing on the material of my blouse sending electrical waves to my poor throbbing clit.

Still on my feet, I kept to my plan to distract myself by eating the cookies 'on account of my low blood sugar' ahem..
I stuffed a cookie in my mouth trying to savour it. And another. And another. 10 gone. 15 gone. I kept eating, and stuffing cookies in my face, focusing on the sweet gooey taste, the little chocolate bits, swallowing and trying to ignore the explosive feeling of sexual arousal. But the more I shoved, the more I involuntarily shook and quivered, and the more my nipples undulated on the fabric till I could hardly bear it any more! The fact that I knew the cookies were also making me even fatter made my arousal go into overdrive, even though ironically I originally tried to drown the arousal by focusing on the eating!! 20 cookies gone.. 25

I grabbed the tray with both hands, and with my body now unsupported, gravity pulled my large arse heavily back down on the office chair. I fell on the chair with a violent thud.
I felt myself getting ''corked'' as soon as my fat arse wedged its rolls once again between the arm-rests, but that was not all. I kept... dropping.. ?
The poor chair's hydraulics had given up, and heavily but somewhat slowly, I ended up still seated but only a couple of inches above the floor. Legs in the air, in humiliating horror I heard the sound of fabric tearing as my arse felt suddenly a lot more comfortable, but I also felt even more stuck now. I felt a 3 inch gap where the seams had given way. I was still holding onto my cookie tray for dear life, mouth full of cookies and cookie ready in my other hand... only to realise with disappointment that the tray was now empty because I had eaten them all. 30 cookies. 2250 calories. I felt so full. They were so delicious!

Elle came running in holding a large pitcher of peach juice.
''It's good for your low blood sugar'', she said as I thirstily guzzled the sickly-sweet nectar straight from the pitcher. 600 more calories...


The rest of the meeting went by uneventfully, while I stayed in the corner, very uncomfortably full but relaxed and even sucking on more juice, and trying not to move so as not to.. erm.. accidentally stimulate myself again, in my very very low (broken) chair.


Finally the meeting was over and everyone started leaving.
I gave one big heave to get up and leave.
But... nothing.
Not only was I corked.. my fat arse solidly spread and wedged in the arm-rests, but now I was positioned much too low for any effort to get up to be meaningful! All I succeeded was helplessly shaking my fattened arms and legs, while my overfed form remained firmly stuck and the fat of my breasts and belly undulated in sloshing ocean waves for like forever.
Panic set in! Oh no, the stimulating movement again! Nipples! Throbbing... Gasp.. concentrate!

And who would float in quickly to my aid but tiny lithe Elle again (sigh..)
Tears started running down my fat cheeks as she earnestly pulled at my one hand in a very stupid but naively genuine effort to heave me up. How did I let myself go like this? I must be at least 3 times Elle's size. My swollen nipples accidentally brushed against Elle's bony hand and I pressed my fleshy thighs together once more.. ''think of something else, Cal, quickly, think of something else!''

So I thought about how I had started this week. This Monday. This diet Monday. I had eaten more than 6000 calories. 3 whole days of a normal person's worth of food. But I'm not a normal person because I weigh as much as 3 normal people. And I had barely been awake for 4 hours, it wasn't even lunch-time yet.
I felt so full, even the waistband of my skirt was now cutting in my belly-fat rolls. Yet I know I won't be skipping any lunch.. I never managed to. Sigh..

At that moment Elle floats in, accompanied by 4 muscular guards.
2 of them grab me by the arms and started pulling up, while another 2 held the chair down and squeezed my flabby arse rolls around and around till they finally uncorked me from the arm-rests and hoisted me up by pushing my arse from behind.

I couldn't hold it any more.

4 fit guys jostling my helpless undulating fat body. The fat body I had made myself, by eating for 3 people, by lacking the control to stop, by being the glutton I am.
I wished there was a method to stop my flab from involuntarily quivering and jiggling while they manhandled me, but it's impossible and the mere thought made me feel even more helpless... I came violently with a gasp, eyes shut tight, clutching at my chest (actually sneakily pinching my nipples) and trying to disguise everything as a coughing fit. At which a worried Elle floated in again holding yet another pitcher of peach nectar 'for my throat' which I gulped down greedily.

As I stood I straightened myself up and without intending to, I shivered, my flab shaking all over, feeling so helpless. Feeling so heavy. Thinking of those 7000+ calories I downed in less than 4 hours.
The big breakfast of bacon, scrambled egg, toast, all that butter and cheese, honey and jam waffles, then 30 enormous chocolate chip cookies, 2+ pitchers of peach juice and it's barely 11am. Oh well, sigh. This week's diet is ruined, so might as well... I muse as I plod down to my car and head towards the nearest drive through.

''3 Big Macs with extra cheese please, 2 large fries, 20 nuggets, one large regular coke and a McFlurry!'' I chirped happily, rubbing and patting my belly in eager anticipation.

I'll start my diet next Monday.