chapter 1 - watching thier weight

Sarah always had a bit of a thing for Christine. Well, ‘Chrissy’, as she let Sarah call her since their relationship had grown.
Chrissy wasn’t traditionally attractive by any stretch of the imagination. But the passionate gleam in her eyes when she spoke and the confidence with which she conducted herself burned on with anyone long after their interactions with her. Sarah had felt uplifted by Chrissy’s apparent faith in her abilities, but also tried not to admit that she had reached out to Chrissy a few times and hadn’t got much in return. But Sarah couldn’t know what she was grappling with, and seemed doomed to still admire her all the same.

Chrissy had joined the workplace the year after Tamara had, and over the short time that they had known each other, Sarah realised retrospectively that she had also seen Chrissy fill out in that time. Chrissy had discreetly but increasingly changed out her usual attire with fewer pants and more flowy items. She started wearing more patterned skirts that she was oblivious to emphasising her growing hips and ass. She wore more plain coloured tops that showed off the fat bulging around where she wore her increasingly tight bras. Sarah had noticed these things at the time but hadn’t realised that she had found them attractive then, or why.
Unlike Tamara, Chrissy had responded to the challenges of the workplace by fighting back harder. And while this was admirable, the toll of the stress hormones that Sarah read about had had an effect, causing her chins to multiply and frame the face that became chubbier every day.

“Mmmmmm,” thought Sarah. “Please don’t have filled out as stunningly as I think you might have.”
Sarah knocked.
“Come in,” came a voice that sounded like it was quickly forcing down the last swallow of a large meal.
Sarah took a deep breath and pushed open the door.
Nothing could have prepared herself for the arousing sight before her though. Side on behind her desk, Chrissy sat obviously bloated and unimaginably huge. A sliver of her soft flab hung below the line of her white tshirt, her belly resting in her lap longing to touch her knees.
From the top of her head, her body seemed to form a pyramid. Her chubby, reddened cheeks were eclipsed by her collection of progressively larger chins. While her breasts had swelled, threatening to spill out of her bra that had obviously still not replaced, her rolls formed a sensual gradient from below her breasts to her amazingly fattened hips and ass. She stifled a hearty belch.
“Oh, excuse me! I would offer you some lunch, but, um…”
Chrissy gestured toward several huge, empty take out containers.
“Haha, no need,” reassured Sarah, “I am trying to watch my weight.”
“Oh, I’m watching mine…as it goes up, and up, and up!” Chrissy gave her tummy a good, tender pat.
As Chrissy launched into some monologue about some volunteer work that she had managed while she had been in lockdown, an award she had won for it, and how she didn’t need anyone else’s validation anyway, Sarah got lost in the thought of how hot it would be to fondle every one of those rolls. She now knew how good it felt to have her flesh be grabbed and pressed and moved around. Especially when it was accompanied by exploration of her fattened pubic mound, that worked its way lower…

“But, real talk, how do you feel about your obvious weight gain?” Chrissy asked abruptly, snapping Sarah from her sensual reverie.

Her glance pierced into Sarah. Was she serious? This indescribably huge mountain of a woman was telling her that her new status as a fatty was obvious for all to see? Sarah hesitated.

“Um…honestly, I don’t know…”

Chrissy nodded, knowingly. She swung herself up out of her chair with some obvious effort. She looked oh so heavy, but damn was Sarah there for it. She kept her eyes lowered as Chrissy circled her.
“I have to admit, you do wear all of that well.”

Sarah could feel Chrissy standing and breathing quite heavily behind her. Was she that fat, that her superior had felt it necessary to step in?

“Anyway, I will see you at the meeting later? I just wanted to check in. I have SO much to do now, you wouldn’t even believe!”

While feeling a little pushed aside, Sarah felt relieved to be dismissed. It was definitely time for a private bathroom break. She certainly needed to….ease some tension from her fat body. Especially before the meeting, where she knew there would be so many newly gloriously fattened adults squeezed, hot and sweaty, into that small meeting room.

She loved feeling the warm softness of her now definitely fat gut, grabbing her new rolls that seemed to multiply every day…she tried to keep her lustful moaning to herself, but didn’t know how successful she was.