chapter 1- kate, the receptionist

Sarah, making sure everything was tucked into her biggest office clothes as much as possible, took a deep breath before stepping through the automatic doors. It had been decided to stagger everyone’s arrival throughout the day so there was plenty of time to assign each employee with a new card to swipe to enter the building beyond reception. Sarah had lucked out (although she suspected Natalie may have been involved) and was to be one of the last to arrive and receive her card at reception.

The receptionist Kate was a slim, blonde, middle class girl of 20. She was very lucky to hold such a well-paying job while completing her studies, especially given that she still lived at home and paid no rent. She was one of those girls who lamented how fat she was, even though she had never been fat for even a day of her life.

At least, not until now. The excess income could be spent on extra food in addition to being provided for amply at home. It finally seemed to be starting to show with the lack of incidental exercise lately.

Kate was side on but facing slightly away from her desk. She grunted a little as Sarah held back in the doorway, as she awkwardly scooted her office chair toward a table behind her desk against the wall. It was obviously an effort for her to lean forward over her beginning porky gut, which cutely spilled over her waistband. Her generic office pants looked like they had been slipped down to relieve the pressure of her newly fattened belly pressing against where she usually wore her belt. While it rested in her lap, her beautifully plump stomach also had a perkiness to it that was shared with her breasts. Both of these focal points were stretched tightly in her light blue work shirt.

Sarah could easily picture it, the slim girl in denial about getting as fat as she was, deciding that the strain on the buttons of her shirt was probably only noticeable to her. In fact, Kate had ordered it online only a few weeks ago, and being bigger than her usual size (which she would surely de-bloat down to in no time, right?) she just had to readjust it a little on her flabby frame to make them look pretty much normal. Besides, it wasn’t like she could order a larger size; luxury brands like the ones she was accustomed to wearing didn’t stock any larger. The fine silky fabric had clearly shifted over the course of the day though, making her buttons look strained, nearly daring to expose her fat in between them.

Looking toward the table to see what Kate was reaching for, Sarah also immediately spotted the young lady’s belt that she had apparently removed. This explained the crinkled fabric cradling the bulge in her midsection. It became obvious that Kate was reaching for about a third of a glazed donut that was remaining in a pile of boxes that perhaps used to house 24 of them. Sarah had no idea how many Kate had eaten herself, but she loved the thought of Kate eating all of them one by one, telling herself that she couldn’t but giving in. Especially enhanced by the show Kate was giving now. Was she stuffing herself?

Kate breathed out heavily, as though she had eaten so much already that she was struggling just to breath. She leaned back against the back of her chair. Sarah noticed for the first time that Kate had scooted her plump behind forward in the chair, so she was lying back a little, her belly jutting forward unapologetically. She seemed to involuntarily moan as she pushed the piece of donut into her mouth and began to chew.

Adding to Sarah’s theory that Kate was indulging in a glorious stuffing, Kate seemed to struggle a little as she swallowed. She moaned as she exhaled, letting her head flop back and her eyes roll back in pleasure. She rubbed the small amount of flesh that had just poked out under her shirt, while quietly burping a little.

“Oof,” she muttered to herself, clearly in pure ecstasy as she relaxed back into her chair.

Sarah took a few more deep breathes before purposely retriggering the automatic door. She then walked in, wide strides, singing out, “hey, Kate!”

Kate jumped a little back into an upright position.

“Oh! Hey, Sarah! Good to see you!”
Kate tugged down the bottom of her shirt, trying to hide how flustered (AND a bit turned on) she was.

“Let me just find your new keycard, Sarah, darling!”

Kate bumbled over to her desk draw on the right to look for it, the shirt buttons across both her breasts and stomach threatening to burst.

“Here it is.”

As she shuffled back to the centre of the desk to hand it to Sarah, the chair beneath Kate was obviously feeling her extra weight. The blonde briefly had a slightly sweaty bang fall over her face, that she quickly pushed back behind her ear.

“Oh, wow, excuse me. I feel like I’ve forgotten everything since I got back this morning. Just, everything seems so much harder, you know?”

“I’m sure I’ll feel the same way in about 20 minutes,” Sarah reassured her.

They both laughed, and Sarah took a moment to appreciate how much she loved how much that Kate’s belly, sides and breasts seemed to wobble as she laughed. The wide-mouthed laugh Kate exhibited also revealed the beginnings of a gorgeous double. Being fat really seemed to suit Kate, in a deeply visceral way that Sarah longed to see continue. She longed to see Kate, maybe reluctantly, but slowly shoving an ungodly number of glazed doughnuts in her mouth. She wanted to see her moaning in the irresistible pleasure of the combined fat and sugar highs, and subsequently getting bigger.

Sarah shuddered at the idea of Kate expanding out sideways, getting wider. Her hips could soon join how grabbable her belly was, her double chin becoming more pronounced and lick-able. Sarah could readily imagine how alluring it would be to press that fattened, chubby receptionist up against the wall behind her, and doing whatever they wanted to pleasure each other further. The idea of their flabby bodies pressing into each other just seemed so appealing.

“Okay, well, happy first day back!”

“Same to you!” Sarah used her new key card to walk into the workplace for the first time in a long time.