Chapter 1

“You-you wanted to see me boss?” Melody walked into her boss’s office hesitantly, eyes down and closing the door behind her. Well, not walked, waddled would be a more accurate description. When you’re 453 pounds of pure fat, you really have to heave your body forward to move an inch.

“Yes Ms. Ramos, why don’t you take a seat. I have much to discuss with you.” Ms. Paiva replied. She was seated behind her intimidating wooden desk, fingers steepled and pointing up towards her nose. She looked down, seemingly deep in thought. “Why do you suppose I needed to have this disciplinary meeting with you today?”.

“Shit!” Melody thought to herself, “How much does she know?” She looked down to avoid her gaze, but was greeted by the sight of her own massive, gluttonous belly filling her lap and threatening to pop the buttons of the too-tight shirt she had chosen that morning. Her tits weren’t much help either, pushing against her bra just as much and just overspilling with fat to a shameful degree. Her belly was so full and bloated, even more than usual.

The cause being the likely reason she had been called in here today, she had developed a habit of eating one of (or 2 to 4) of her coworker’s lunches. Nobody said anything out of fear they would be ostracizing the fat girl in the office, so she just kept doing it. She’d bring her own sizeable meal, usually filled with lil debbie’s snack cakes and 2 cans of coke (just the appetizer, of course). This would then be followed by her meal, usually a stouffer’s microwave meal and whatever else she had lying around the house. Almost without question she would rise above 1,500 calories just in this single meal, usually above that by a great deal. So what do you do when ingesting that much calories? You keep eating of course! She would take one look into the company fridge and just eat her coworkers lunches whole, so quickly she couldn’t stop to think about the consequences of her actions. But that was the thing about Melody, the thing that spurred her on to keep gaining and gaining more than anything else. Any consequences she might have experienced, all the shame and mockery and scorn she received for absolutely ruining her body and giving into gluttony? That had become the sexual drive that controlled every decision she made in her life.
As she looked down at her belly while her boss stared her down and made her blush and sweat, all she could think about was how close she was to cumming right there and then. Was he about to actually interrogate her for her own gluttony? As she continued to steal people’s lunches and hear them complain she would secretly slide one hand down her leggings in her cubicle, which had become quite the task to get past her massive belly. She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to, everything just became fuel for her own gluttony.
This meeting with her boss was a prime example of that, as she sat desperately hoping her boss would get angry at her for how fat she was. She had become so depraved and desperate. Oh god, the thought was almost too much and she had to bite her lip. She thought to herself, “God, what does she think of me right now?”
“So, Melody. Here’s the thing,” He looked up and dropped his hands to the top of his desk, “In the past 6 months since you’ve been working here, I have received complaints about you on an almost weekly basis, did you know that?”
Melody’s eyes widened and looked harder down at her belly fat poking through her much-too tight button up shirt. “No, sir, I didn’t know that. What.. what were the complaints about?” As she said this, a button popped at the bottom of her shirt. Her face turned beet-red.
“Well, I’m happy you asked.” She said, still not making eye contact. “I’d like to read you a list, are you listening? Good. In order: you have stolen your coworker’s lunches on a daily basis since you began here. Every day, you look like you’re about to burst out of your clothes because of how quickly your body is growing, you eat constantly and loudly in your office with your coworkers saying they even heard you moaning? On numerous occasions you have been caught rubbing and kneading your disgustingly fat belly.” As she spoke, she listed them off faster and faster, standing up and maintaining eye contact while moving towards her, “You smell wonderful, which is frankly a miracle with how enormous you’ve become and how you constantly have a fattening food of some kind in your hand. That’s not a complaint, just an interesting point I’ve noticed. But back to it, on top of everything else, you were caught eating food out of the trash? Are you fucking kidding me, what is wrong with you?”
Melody was, sincerely, actively cumming as she said these words and had to try so hard to hide her violent shudders of pleasure from her boss. She seemed to have been effective, but was still more wet and turned on than she’d ever been in her life. Then, her boss said something that gave her an idea.
“It’s like you can’t even help yourself piggy, maybe this is what you're made for.”
Those words lit a white hot fire inside of her, and let her know her boss may be as in on this as she was the entire time. She took a shot in the dark.
“I could be your piggy.” She looked up at her with pleading eyes, her hands cradling her massive belly.