Chapter 1 - My predictions

Tomorrow I am going to walk into work, and look shockingly different. Over the five months I spent healing from my injury, I managed to pack on weight at a surprising rate. I accumulated several extra inches of soft pudge around my waist, and the new fat finally began to form into a plump round belly. My ass grew soft, heavy, and round, and my thighs beneath it just exploded. My thighs became thick and bouncy, their constant contact with each other forcing me to walk with a slightly different gait. My boobs expanded into the DDD range (forcing me to purchase a nursing bra, as it was the only bra in the entire store that could contain them.

As exciting as my newly pudge frame can feel sometimes, I am still deathly afraid of how everyone is going to react. This is my prediction, the scenarios going through my head right now.. a mix of anxiety and just a bit of excitement? I will keep adding chapters to let you know how it plays out!

I can imagine the concerned looks on the faces of my older colleagues, whispering in hushed voices after I leave the room. They will try to be polite and avert their gaze from my potbelly when I am standing in front of them, but as I walk away, the whole room will be staring at the burgeoning love handles peeking out about my waistband. With sorrowful expressions and soft shakes of their head, they will guise their criticisms in pity, but will be unable to refrain from commenting.

"Oh that is such a shame," they will remark. "She has put on so much weight, poor thing. She used to be so pretty!" The elderly receptionist will certainly agree, and likely add that, "it's so sad, bless her heart, but she's never going to find a man carrying around all of that fat!" The senior executives in the room will not comment aloud, of course, but will all be trying to visualize my newly pudgy body crammed into a business suit. The picture of my swollen tits bursting out of my blazer may give them a guilty twinge of arousal, but the thought of my chunky belly bursting from beneath it is instantly embarrassing. I would've made a good fit for that promotion, but they could never present such a humiliating sight in public. They exchange looks of annoyance and exhaustion. Now, they will have to start all over seeking a new candidate, all because this girl couldn't stop cramming food in her face.

The other girls have a far different reaction, and barely bother to veil their gleeful criticism. The moment I turn my back, they will be exchanging wide-eyed glances of amusement, delighting in the destruction of my once perfect body.

They will touch their own bodies in the areas I have grown girthy- mimicking shaking a big belly or wide ass. They will be mouthing things like, "OH MY GOD!" Or "She's HUGE!" To one another, then staring shamelessly at this mortifying display, wondering how anyone could allow themselves to keep eating when they already have fat bursting out in every direction.

To my face, they will plaster on sugary sweet smiles. They will remark how great it is to have me back, and how, "I look like you enjoyed your time off!" "Awww, did you use the time to teach yourself how to cook? Or explore a lot of new restaurants? You look great you know, really well rested!" Jennifer will undoubtedly give me an unsolicited hug, lingering her hands too long on the chubby rolls on my sides.

If Kelly is there- God help me- I know she will corner me in the bathroom and give me an obvious sales pitch for her personal training services. I was there when she tracked down Amanda from accounting and placed her hands right on her belly, before Amanda could even register her presence. Kelly gave the slight softness on Amanda's abdomen a dramatic jiggle, and lowered her voice to a faux whisper (I could still hear her, even when I turned on the hair dryer to spare Amanda's feelings).

"Mandy, babe, I don't want you to feel so embarrassed about how we can all see your belly button through your top! You're still beautiful! But if you want my help, I bet we could tummy padding off you in just a few sessions!"

Amanda was, obviously, both horrified and furious. What scares me, though, is that Amanda had maybe put on ten measly pounds? Also it turned out she was pregnant.. and you Best believe Kelly was equally inappropriate when she returned with 40 pounds of very excusable baby weight.

What in the hell will she say to me, with not just one little roll of pudge, but fat forming rolls all over my body? Will she go for my belly and be horrified that it doesn't fit in her hands? Will she grip onto a lovehandle, only to have her hand disappear beneath the weight of a roll of back fat? Wherever she grabs, my whole body is going to jiggle anyway. I can feel my face turning red right now, just anticipating the embarrassment.

But when I'm not in earshot, the talk amongst the ladies- especially when our male coworkers are near by- will be extremely harsh.

"Oh my God, tell me you've seen Stevie today! She must not have gotten off the couch once in those five months, she is seriously massive! At first I thought she was really pregnant, but then I saw all the cellulite on her arms and how much her whole body wobbles.."

"Of course I saw her! How could I miss her? She takes up half the hallway now.. and did you notice how she's actually starting to waddle? It's probably because she can't walk normal without her belly and thighs clapping together like a round of applause!"

"Did you see how her disgusting gut plopped right out of her jeans when we sat down for that meeting? I saw her trying to stuff it back into her pants, but every time she got her gut back in, fat would be pouring out of some other place, until she just gave up and let it lay there, trying to hide it with her jacket! It was so fucking gross."

They will share stories and observations about every humiliating thing they see my fat body do. Or try to do. I won't be the largest woman there, but I will be the most shocking. The office will have a new fatty, and my name will become synonymous with all things overfed and gluttonous, too big or too jiggly or just plain pathetic.

...and then there are my male coworkers, who actually make up the majority of our team. They will do a very poor job of hiding their shock when I clumsily make my way to my locker, or their disappointment when I reach up to hang my jacket, and a big plump belly is exposed beneath my shirt. I anticipate that they will avoid eye contact with me at first, uncomfortable with the elephant in the room. I know they will keep sneaking dirty glances of me, even the men who find fatness repulsive. Their eyes will still linger where my breasts swell against the fabric of my tops, or the soft sway of my fattened ass. Some of them may even imagine how it would feel to be between my juicy thighs, feel the jiggle of my ample butt, or even squeeze onto the supple chubby belly that keeps escaping my struggling dress shirts. Those guys will never tell their friends that they want to feel what it's like to undress the office fat girl.. but I sure wish they would tell me.

I will keep you posted on how it plays out tomorrow!