My Boss Likes Fat Girls

Chapter 1 - The realization

Chapter 1- The Realization

It all started when he began bringing homemade cookies to my desk. I was at one time so thin I could run two miles on the treadmill at the gym, now I sweat and pant just walking to the snack machine. The most basic of exercises makes me sweat like crazy in places I didn't even know could sweat. “Pizza delivery for Stella?” “That would be me!” I respond and wave him down my bingo wing swaying a little too much for my comfort. He walks up to me and sets down my pizza order. “That will be $40.50 today ma'am.” I pull up my purse from beneath my desk, it resembles what I have become, a pig-shaped purse with a cute snout and a curly tail. I retrieve a pink wallet from the depths of my porcine purse. “Here you go, Charlie.” I politely tell him as I hand him the $50 bill. “Keep the change.” He nods and leaves the three large pizzas and box of bread sticks. “This smells so good,” I tell myself as I sit down at my desk and start on the pizza adjusting my boss's call times and meeting schedule. Click, and I hear my boss's door open. “Stella?” “Yes, Mr. Bridges?” I respond mouth full of pizza. “Oh you already got lunch, I was just gonna send you to lunch carry on.” He turns back around and goes into his office as I cutely sit there munching on the pizza and bread sticks. “mm This pizza is so good.” I hum to myself already a pizza and half a breadstick box down my belly already doming out from the sheer amount of food I had earlier, four sausage egg MC muffins, two large Iced Coffee, and a triple stack MC muffin. Now only four hours later I have finished two of the three large pizzas and a box of breadsticks. “oomph” I groan my hands rubbing my belly from underneath the tight clothes of my work clothes.

I lift open the third box groaning at my piggish ambition to just keep eating even though I'm painfully full. Slice after slice slipped past my plump ruby red lips as my belly groaned in protest. “shush girl just accept it, I can't let it go to waste.” I tell my quivering full belly while using my free hand to rub it in small circles looking like I had swallowed a watermelon in one gulp. The last slice passes my lips and sits heavily inside the tight ball that is my belly. “ohhh” I groan as I unbutton my pants making my belly surge forward like a flood gate releasing water pressure. “Oh, that's better.” The zipper unzips itself and my pale white skin shines under my shirt showing just how little I go outside anymore. I used to be a bronze-tanned and toned woman, but not so much anymore. More like the bronze fit girl was eaten by a fat monster known as me. What my old self would be saying if she saw me like this, whoa it would be filled with a colorful array of anger and confusion. Rubbing my extended belly I groan in bliss as the food finally starts settling down and not trying to overthrow the tyrant of a ruler I have become making it stuff itself until its close to bursting. Bubble noises are the only thing you can hear in the lobby besides my utterly turned-on moans from being such a glutton.

My boss sneaks out of his office into the lobby in time to hear a loud burp emanating from his once skinny and proper secretary. “Miss Stella?” he gently asks placing his hand upon my shoulder which sends a shiver of warmth throughout my body and ends at my womanhood. “Yes Mr, Daniels?” I respond sitting straight up only to make a loud pop from my pants as one of the three sets of buttons flew off landing defeated on my desk next to the crust of the last pizza slice I couldn't quite finish. “You can go home Miss Stella, your about to hit overtime and you've been working like crazy for me, I truly do appreciate it.” Said Mr. Daniels giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze, his fingers slowly sinking into my soft shoulder fat making me even giddier and turned on. “Yes sir.” I promptly say, my face turning redder by the second almost as red as the tomato sauce stain on my white blouse from my self-elected pizza party. He gently pats my back, “Go home and rest, I will see you bright and bushy-tailed on Monday.” I nod and stand up my pants sighing relief as does my chair as the air-compressed seat slowly rises back up from where my heavy body and compressed to the base of the seat. I gather my purse and grab the pizza boxes to throw them away. “Don't worry about them Miss Stella, I will have the cleaning crew take care of those; you just go ahead and head out and go home.” Mr. Daniels ordered and I obeyed leaving the pizza boxes there.

Walking across the lobby with a stuffed belly proved to be a bit of a challenge as the food kept shifting from one side to the other. “Oomph” I groan as my belly sways from side to side due to my waddling and my food shifting with every heavy step. I finally make it to the elevator and press the bottom floor button, I look up in time to see my boss's tent pitched right before the doors closed. “Was he? No, he couldn't have been. That's not like Mr. Daniels.” I mutter to myself feeling the elevator started to go down from the eleventh-floor lobby, by the time I had reached the bottom floor my belly was already gurgling and trying to digest the onslaught of food I piggishly devoured without remorse for my comfort. Blub blub could be audibly heard outside of my belly and everyone in the main floor lobby turned and stared at me. “Oh god,” I whisper to myself embarrassed face turning red as the stain on my blouse again. Everyone here's gonna think I am a … pig. Maybe that is what I am, I mean I have been getting turned on more and more by the fact I cant stop eating. Maybe I should stop fighting these social norms of being skinny and paper thin. I step out of that elevator with the most confidence I have ever felt, I strut in my 4-inch high heels proud of who I am and what I am. I am Stella The Pig and from this point forward I will be a pig and make all the men drool over me. As I strut across the floor I can hear snickering and people pointing out the stains on my blouse calling me a pig and a fat bitch. This has never turned me on more than it has today. “Yea your right I am a pig. What of it?” I snarkily respond giving them the meanest glare I could muster while being ecstatic and horny.

They turn their heads away murmuring under the breath of something to the effect of “Nothing you fat bitch.” I cared not as I strode my way out of the corporate office and into the parking lot, Jesus it is hot today, so hot I started sweating the moment I got out of the air conditioning. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead down to my chin and onto my exposed size, DDD cleavage as I made my way to my Chevrolet Trail Blazer with a pink piggy steering wheel and leopard print seat covers so I don't burn as easily when I get into my car. I start my drive home making a detour towards the nearest McDonald's as I pull into the drive through I am pleased with myself, my belly already hanging out of my tight office pants, and my self-love is distracted by “Welcome back to McDonald's how what can I get for you today?” said the depressed tone of probably some high school teenager barely getting paid enough to survive. “Yes I will take four McDoubles and two large chocolate shakes with extra whip cream and three McChickens,” I order with the best customer service voice I could muster. “That will be $25.40 at the next window” I pull away from the box slowly, “Okay now belly you are going to eat all this and you will enjoy it,” I demand my stomach pulling up to the first window and holding out my money. I have never been so aware of how flabby my bingo arms have become, I swear if there was a breeze they would be flapping in the wind like most pathetic fatties like me.

I pay the woman who just stares at me like she just saw a whale in a car. She wouldn't be wrong at this rate, I pull forward to get my order and I get the same look from some skinny-ass people giving me the “This fat cow doesn't need all this food.” I take the order and I pull around and park in a designated parking spot. “There this should do it.” I pull out each McDouble and start devouring them one by one they pass my lips and each one heavily rests in my already tight belly. POP POP two buttons flew off my blouse and onto the dash of my car. “welp there goes this blouse and skirt, time to go get new ones.” I tell myself shoving the last of the McDoubles into my greedy mouth and swallowing hard. “Ohh I think I over-ordered.” I groan as I mindlessly start putting McChickens to my lips and devouring them like a greedy pig. Before I realized it I had finished all the McDoubles and McChickens. “Oops guess there goes the idea of me over ordering food.” I giggle to myself and start sucking down the chocolate shakes one by one until POP POP another two buttons fly off my pants making my pants useless to wear now. “ohhh” I groan loudly while also moaning about how full my belly is. I grab my sides and slowly rub my gigantic ball of a gut in circles making me belch and groan in pleasure. “That's the stuff” I moan to myself as I squeeze my rolls and get even more turned on by my growing gluttony. “That's how to make a girl feel good.” I moan out loud before I start up my car and head to my home. Home is the place where I keep all my piggy plushies and memorabilia. Maybe, just maybe I knew I was a pig, to begin with, and just didn't know it yet.