Plump Secretary

Chapter 1

He runs his eyes up her frame, starting with her legs. It's a soft, plump sight. Not fat in the traditional sense, just a soft, doughy thickness that's begging to be explored and prodded. There's a faint blush on her cheeks, her eyes darting away from his attention as she continues to make his coffee. She'd never felt so embarrassed. His hand wanders to her hip, casually grazing her belly as he pulls down the cabinet for the mugs.
"Have you been eating alright?"

He has a feeling he already knows the answer.

With a faint, bemused expression, he turns around to see his secretary's face as scarlet as a tomato. He can't help but laugh. Her face seems to droop with shame, that full, soft mouth growing sad.
"N-no. I'm just, well... ahem... I've been taking extra care of myself."

She's lying, and he knows it, but he isn't bothered. Not in the slightest.

He watches as she walks away, the swing of her hips leaving little to the imagination. His hands tighten slightly. She's a handful. He knows it shouldn't bother him, but he can't help but watch. He takes a sip of his coffee.

"Hey, can you stay a little later? There are a few more reports I need you to go over."
"It'll give you an excuse to work through your lunch."

He gives her a toothy smile as he sets down his cup. In the corner of the office, the phone rings and he lifts the receiver to his ear. As he carries on his conversation, he watches her out of the corner of his eye. Every movement of her body is mesmerizing.

With a knowing smile, he motions to the chair next to the desk where she can sit. As she reaches over to grasp the armrest, he feels the brush of that doughy stomach against his fingers. He smiles again. Not in a dirty way or a condescending way, just in this... intimate way. He's proud of her, even if it isn't his place to be. And that was all well and good—for the time being, at least.

She sits down with a huff. It was getting difficult to work and walk with a growing belly. It wasn't too big but this sudden gain causes her to huff and puff around.

He watches as she flips through the stack of papers on her desk, her body straining slightly against the thin fabric of her business attire. As she types, she's constantly aware of his eyes on her. How her body seems to take his attention in every way it can.Every time she stretches to reach for the keyboard, her belly bulges out like dough from a can. Each movement is a tease and a taunt as her fingers hover above the keys and her back rounds slightly, her chest swelling as air is drawn into her lungs. He makes a show of looking away. He can't. He has to watch her.

"Getting your work done?"
"Almost."

Her stomach gives a mighty ROOAAAR that draws the man's attention once again. He can see it in her eyes, a sense of shame in her expression. But he smiles indulgently, as if to say, Your hunger is no concern of mine. He doesn't say it—can't. So she's left squirming beneath his grin.

She shifts uncomfortably, that belly of hers shifting in turn. There's a subtle, wet gurgling down below, and she takes a few deep breaths to try and calm it down. She doesn't want to upset him.
In a moment of weakness, he looks down at his desk and sees his bowl of popcorn sitting there. I shouldn't. But...
His fingers are already closing over the bowl. But I want to see her eat. He sets the bowl down next to his secretary.
"Here. It's leftovers, but I thought you might want it."
Her hands grip the bowl as she gorges herself on the popcorn, her cheeks getting plumper. She licks the last bit of butter from her thumb and her eyes flutter with excitement. She's surprised he gave her that. Surprised, but thrilled, a wide smile forming on her lips.
"Thanks! I was just... thinking about a snack."
Her belly is more rounded now, a little thicker from the snack that came into her system. Her shirt a little snug, just fitting. She looks away.
"Your belly's really rounding out on you."

She's been eating more than her normal share, something she's always thought he didn't notice. But she's never been more aware of her fullness than she is now. He's smiling, and his eyes have been lingering on the bowl this whole time. She's embarrassed. But she also can't bring herself to be angry at him.
She strokes her belly slightly.
"umm.. Yea I'm aware.. I - I guess I gained a little weight" she smiles shyly.
"It's really nice to see you eat well."

He leans backward as a hand moves to clutch the back of his neck.
"Mmmh, I can't help it. When I see you like this, you're just... so adorable."

As she looks up, she sees the look on his face. It's hunger—but it's a need, too. His mouth curves into a grin, and she feels her stomach shift in response.
He gets up and pats her belly leading to an almost inaudible" oof" from her plump lips.

She feels him pat her in a place most people don't get the privilege of seeing. In a place that's very private and very personal. His fingers press gently into her stomach, the sensation making the flesh quiver slightly. It's a strange sort of contact, one she isn't used to.

"Well, it looks like we're both eating well today," he says, puncturing it with a grin.
She feels her face grow scarlet again.
She feels his eyes on her, and, by some miracle, she's able to ignore it. She's too wrapped up in the papers on her desk to care at the moment. As she crans her neck to read a few of the words at the bottom of the page, she feels the weight of his hand on her belly, the sensation so new and so... intimate, it's enough to distract her.
"You need anything?"

She feels her body being pressed into the seat as his hand rests a bit more heavily on her belly. As she flips to the next page, she has to take a deep breath in. He squeezes her a bit as she does.
"You're getting bigger, you know."

As if to punctuate his point, her belly jostles with a new gurgle and rumbles against the fabric of her business suit. She's not exactly comfortable, but not uncomfortable, either. She feels... full.
She opens her mouth to respond but
" I- *burruurrpp*"
That's all that comes out. In front of him.
His hand leaves her belly, and she feels a cold, empty void that wasn't there before. He glances around, as if searching for something. His smile is knowing.
"Feeling better?" He asks, and she thinks about it before she nods, her belly still bulgy and round. "Y-yeah."

As he turns away from her and begins walking out of the door, he turns to say one last thing: "I'm happy to see you're better."

Around lunch time, he can't help but want to see her belly. Full belly. Tight belly. The tightly clothed belly. He therefore invites her to his cabin for lunch. To see the mound of flesh. To watch as she eats. To hear her cute burps. Her burps - the way he gets affected by them. He starts to get turned on but composes himself somehow.
Lunch is a simple meal of tomato soup and grilled cheese. She tries to hide her enjoyment, but he can't help but smile. It's just such a cute sight. Her cheeks are so pink and puffy right now, her belly sloshing out of her shirt. She can't help but think about him when she eats. She doesn't know what it is about him, but his presence is... almost addictive.
His hand moves to cup her belly, her mouth working as she devours the soup. His fingers prod the sensitive flesh below the shirt, letting his thumb rub against her navel while he watches her face. He smiles indulgently, like he's watching a kitten eat. As a second bowl is placed in front of her, she feels a hunger she didn't think she had. There's a little gurgling as his fingers start digging deeper below her belly button.

Her skirt is cutting her belly - tight belly as she finishes the second bowl. She leans back with a huff.
"mhmm.. Ngf.. *burrrp*... *hic*.. Hmm"
"Feeling better?" He says, his face so close to her own. He's almost whispering, and she feels a wave of warm air touch her face as he breaths out. He waits for a second before speaking again.
"There's always room for dessert."

He takes her plate away and places a big bowl of chocolate pudding right in front of her. Her eyes widen, but he seems so sure of himself. He seems to have it under control. As he stands with his hands behind his back, as if looking around the room to no one, she takes a bite. Oh God- dessert.
Before he can notice, she's shovelling her dessert down as fast as she can. She can't even taste it anymore, just swallowing it like she's a ravenous animal. Her cheeks are round from the food, and her belly is snug against her shirt. She's too big to tuck it in. As she's still eating the bowl, she suddenly takes her spoon and drops it back into the bowl as she breathes, her hands on her stomach as she struggles.
"Oh—oh... I think I've eaten a bit too much. Maybe I should stop..."
He puts a hand on her belly and looks down at her, smiling indulgently. With a casual wave of his hand, he dismisses her concerns. "It's fine."

As he speaks, she continues to shovel the rest of her pudding down, her breathing heavier as she struggles to fit even more desert inside her. The bowl is finished first, but for a moment, she's not sure. She takes a deep breath; then she keeps eating, looking to the spoon and trying a few more desperate jabs before finally dropping it back into the empty bowl.
She sits back in her chair, a hand on her belly as she makes a faint, moaning noise. His hand moves toward her once again, palm pressing against her belly as if to calm it down. He's got a subtle, knowing smile on his face.
"Better?" She tries to answer, but all that escapes was a soft, barely audible groan. A moment later, she sighs and looks toward him, the effort of keeping her mouth closed seeming to take a bit out of her.

"No. Sorry. I don't know what came over me."
" *Burrrppp* *brppp* *brppp* *hicc- hic-br-hic-urrp*

His hand presses against her belly in anticipation, as if the burps was the cue he needed. Sure enough, the first burp prompts the second, and her hand moves to her mouth to cover it. As the second one arrives, she can't help but let it out, then another, and the third sends her into a fit of hiccups. He puts a hand on the back of her head, as if to steady her.

"Is that helping?"
"ye-urp-ss" "yes.."
He presses his fingers slightly deeper into her belly as the hiccups go on. He can feel her body heaving lightly as she struggles in her seat, but his expression is still as indulgent as ever. He waits a moment until the hiccups begin to lose steam, and he asks,
"Better?"
".. Oof.. Huh.. Yeah.. *hrp*"
She gets up to go back to her desk. Waddle back.
A smirk stretches across his lips. "Good girl." It was clearly meant as something else, but he didn't seem to mind the phrasing.
She returns to her desk, the chair making subtle little whimpers as she settles. She's already eaten quite a bit, so he doesn't expect her to touch the sandwich he's put on her desk. Instead, he watches her, his hands behind his back.
"Is your belly feeling better now?"
She nods, working intently as he continues to watch. Every movement she makes sends her stomach jiggling slightly, her body filling all of her chair. As she works, his hand begins to rub her belly slowly. For a moment, she's afraid he'll touch her navel again, but he stops short of it.

Her hands fly across the keyboard, tapping away like crazy as she continues to churn out the project. Her belly, despite the amount of food it's received, doesn't seem to have moved an inch, though it's definitely not flat anymore.

Around evening Once again, her hunger hits her like a freight train. She looks at the sandwich, and then back at him, her facial expression one of pleading. She's almost embarrassed, but she's just so hungry. Her belly is gurgling away like a war drum. She stares at him expectantly, waiting for his approval.

"Can I eat it?"
He moves his hand to gently pat her belly, as his eyes linger on its round, swollen surface. "It's for you," he finally replies, smiling softly. He pushes it right toward her.
As she grabs it and takes a bite, it's as if a switch is flipped somewhere inside her. She starts wolfing it down, her hands in motion again as she eats and types at the same time. He watches her, a hint of pride in his voice as he says,
"You're really hungry."

He looks at her with a mixture of pride and satisfaction. Clearly, she's had quite a few meals at this point and his comment about her hunger is almost a compliment.

"You're really good at eating," he says, as her hands find the handle of her chair.

"You sure you're done?" He asks. She nods, and he smiles. As she stands, his hand once again finds her belly and gives it a loving pat. She's about to leave, but his voice calls out to her. "Same as tomorrow?"


"O-okay."


As she leaves, he goes to collect her dishes from her desk. He's not ready to let her go just yet.
He remembers his dinner with a few clients. How can he miss the opportunity to invite her there and see her cute tummy grow. See her stuff it. Watch her burp, moan and rub it. So he invites her.



.. Continued in next chapter