The Elevator

Chapter 1

My first day at this company-I'm so nervous! I still can't believe they hired me at such a big company, being so young and inexperienced, but that doesn't matter. I have to make a good first impression. I'm wearing a white shirt and a simple black tie, along with my neatly pressed black trousers, all fitted to my slender figure without being too tight. Comfort is key. I also have an ID badge with my information: name, age, position, and start date. All employees are required to wear one with their respective information. The company is a large accounting firm. I know it's not exactly glamorous, but it's the only thing I'm good at.

Standing before this enormous glass and steel building, one feels tiny, and to think the office is on the 22nd floor, which isn't even the highest. The only realistic way to get there is by elevator. Luckily, one has just arrived, and I'm the first to get on. I press the button for my floor and wait. Just before the doors close, a chubby hand stops them. A man of average height but very obese enters. Although it's not hot, a layer of sweat is visible on his forehead and chin. It's clear that the shirt and pants he's wearing are at least a size too small. The buttons on his pink shirt are straining to stay on with every step, revealing glimpses of his pale skin between each buttonhole. The seams of his pants are under the same pressure, doing their best to avoid leaving him half-naked at any moment. Although that doesn't matter, since his clothes are so tight they leave nothing to the imagination. He might as well be wearing a latex suit. And there wouldn't be much difference, you can clearly distinguish his breasts, love handles, rolls and belly, I wouldn't be surprised if he told me he weighs 200 kg, the only thing you can't tell is whether he's wearing a belt or not, his stomach and love handles that fall all around him completely cover him, he doesn't look older than me and his name tag says his name is Carl, that he's 26 and that he's been with the company for 4 years.

He quickly glances at the button panel and, seeing that the 22nd floor is already pressed, gives a slight smile and he stepped aside from what I can only imagine was a small marathon for him, going from the lobby door to the elevator.
-Hello, good afternoon, I'm Noah and today is my first day
-Hi, I hope to see you around a lot, I'm Carl
After that, we both remained silent during the ride until we heard a small bell, but it wasn't our floor. The elevator stopped on the 5th floor, and two more men entered. The first to enter was a tall, tanned man with a beer belly barely concealed by his blue shirt. That part of him was so prominent it looked as if it had been pumped up, making him look almost cartoonish. Even stranger was that only his belly suffered this effect; the rest of his body seemed that of a relatively fit, middle-aged man. His ID badge said he had been with the company for seven years; he was 38 years old and his name was Henry. Behind him entered a young man whose ID badge said his name was Stephen. He was 22 years old and had been working there for a year. He was of average height with broad arms and shoulders, as well as legs. It was clear he did a lot of weight training, as evidenced by his tight-fitting clothes. However, his flabby belly stood out from the rest of his body, creating an interesting contrast. And how do I know it's flabby? With these three large men crammed into this tiny elevator, the space shrank even further, and I was squeezed in the middle. I could feel Stephen's flabby belly pushing me against Carl's love handles, while part of Henry's beer belly rested on top of me. All these sensations and textures, though new, left me wanting more all day. I could feel Carl's love handles rubbing against my body, each one softer and thicker than the last, so sweaty they left me coated in their sweat. Stephen's flabby belly just made me bounce rhythmically from side to side with each of his breaths, and Henry's belly pressed down on me with its full weight. This was more of a pleasure than anything I'd experienced so far, as if being crushed by these three masses of fat was a reward of excitement rather than an unpleasant experience. By the time we reached the 22nd floor, I was drenched in sweat, both my own and that of these three men. I could barely get out. from my stupor of excitement and hiding my erection before I could find my desk and get my first day's training.
The experience was repeated many times throughout that first year, only things couldn't be like that forever. Every day he felt more squeezed inside that elevator, something he ended up loving even more, as if every pound of fat was a prize, a very addictive one.

But this morning things changed. Someone else got to the elevator before me. Was someone trying to take my place? On closer inspection, he was just one of the new guys they hired this week: a man of average height, Latino, a little chubby, with a small belly, those small man boobs, and the beginnings of a double chin. He was 22 years old and his name was Ivan. I noticed the button for the 22nd floor was already pressed and smiled. Carl and Stephen got in behind me. Carl, as always, was sweating and panting, even with his imposing size and his usual clothes that barely covered him. Stephen, on the other hand, has let himself go this year. He hasn't completely given up the gym, but the only cardio he does now is walking from his desk to the office vending machine, and his well-built muscles seem to have inflated. He now boasts large arms and legs, although much more toned than before, which goes better with his belly, which has also grown. In the background, I can hear someone else trying unsuccessfully to get into the elevator. It's Henry, trying to push his beer belly to make room inside the elevator. When he sees that he can't fit, he decides to wait for the next one.

This time, Iván was caught in the middle of the climb, and both Carl and Stephen were already pressing him against their own stomachs. I could only watch this scene with envy, but something else was happening. I barely noticed that Iván was also pressing himself against me, or rather, against my stomach. I have to admit that during this year I might have let myself go a little, or a lot, actually. Immersed in my work and this new obsession, I simply stopped watching my weight. I started small, snacking between meals on cookies, sweets, and fried foods. Over time, I increased the amounts of food. I started ordering meals with portions meant for two or three people just for myself. Then I started going to an ice cream shop a couple of times a week, then four days, and finally, every day. At some point, I joined other colleagues in visiting buffets and eating as much as I could. They almost always end up kicking us out for eating too much. Something inside me changed, and all I wanted was to keep eating. Practically speaking, if I wasn't working, I was eating or sleeping. And of course, my body had to keep up with my appetite. My abdomen is prominent, very soft and round, bulging above my waist and covering any belt I wear. My breasts are just as soft, like two bags full of pudding resting on my abdomen. My waist rounded and softened, giving way to my flabby, sagging buttocks. I'm not really fat; I'm obese. The fact that 2XL pants don't go past my knees is a sign of that. I still can't believe how I went from a healthy 63 kg to a decadent 168 kg, and I don't think I can stop, nor do I want to.

My bottom was now pressed against the elevator wall while Ivan pressed himself against my belly, and that's when the elevator finally gave way to all the daily strain. It stopped abruptly, the lights went out, the doors locked, and the red emergency light flashed. The jolt made Ivan fall on top of me. Trying not to fall, he clung to one of my breasts, and his face landed on my stomach, but his weight pulled me down too, and we both fell. I tried to grab onto the first thing I could, and that was Stephen's round belly. It was like dough before my firm grip. He fell too. I could feel all that weight on me, and that soft belly fell on my face, all of Stephen's weight enveloping my face. Ivan's hand was still firmly gripping my breast, and his face was buried in my belly. That feeling is heaven. I could feel every pound on my chubby body. When Ivan and Stephen finally managed to get up, I was in a daze of excitement, even though the The experience only lasted a couple of seconds, but for me it felt like hours that I wish would never end. We all recovered, but no one stood up; we were all squatting and somewhat panting. I was trying to hide my erection, not realizing that one of the advantages of all the weight I gained is that my erections are hidden by the fat on my stomach.

Carl, the only one who didn't fall on top of someone else, was sitting in the corner sweating much more than usual. The elevator lurched again, and I ended up pressed against that mass of gelatinous, sweaty fat-just one more sensation to add to my excitement. Through the fabric, I could feel the rolls of fat sliding against each other. Carl turned even redder than he already was, but no one noticed because of the red light illuminating us. This whole situation was getting out of control, and although I didn't know it at the time, I wasn't the only one with these lustful thoughts. As best I could, I squeezed myself into a small corner, though my body still pressed against the other three. It was obvious we'd barely moved in the elevator.

We tried to contact someone to get us out of trouble and although we did get a response, the help would take at least another hour, only a few minutes passed where nothing happened and Iván couldn't stand it anymore.
-Guys, I can't stand the heat very well, and with everyone crammed together, I can't take it anymore
He said, "While, and took off his shirt and shoes", an action no one criticized him for. This way, we could all get a better look at his small belly and breasts, still growing but with great potential. The next to follow his example was Stephen. I finally realized how much weight he'd gained this year; those swollen arms perfectly complemented his round, smooth belly. Then it was my turn. When my bare skin touched my classmates', I realized how fat I'd gotten. I knew I was fat, but I only just grasped my true dimensions caused by my gluttony. I couldn't control myself and started playing with my fat. At that moment, Carl also took off his shirt, and everything stopped. And I'm not just talking about him stopping playing with his fat; I'm talking about us all being stunned to see our classmate's mammoth, half-naked body, roll upon roll, with stretch marks covering him everywhere, a belly button where my whole hand could easily fit with room to spare, all lubricated and glistening from that excess of sweat. The first to break the tension was Stephen, grabbing one of Carl's rolls of fat and shaking it vigorously.
-Brother, this is fantastic!
He said it without thinking before realizing what he had said and what he was doing. I tried to let go before Carl took his other hand and placed it on another roll of fat so he would touch it too. A moan was heard; it was Ivan, who was drooling at the sight of this whole scene, and in his excitement, he buried his face in my belly. Now shirtless, I felt his entire face in my fat. I couldn't stand it anymore, and with one hand, I grabbed Stephen's belly and shook it with all my strength while my other hand buried Ivan's face even deeper in my stomach.

Lust consumed us, our overfed and sweaty bodies rubbed against each other, the elevator creaked with every movement, my hands roamed from body to body, touching every roll of fat, every breast, those flabby buttocks through the fabric. Even with all this lust, none of us took off our pants. I like to think it was a silent agreement between the four of us, but after all that exertion, the reality is that none of us had the strength to lift our bellies and unbutton those suffocating pants. All of this seemed like a dream, and just as you wake from a dream, this was about to end. The red light that illuminated us flickered, and that annoying white light shone down on us. Panic overwhelmed us. We all stood up so fast you wouldn't believe how fat we are. It was madness. Everyone was trying to put on their shoes and shirts as fast as they could. Stephen and I could barely get dressed, but Carl didn't have the strength to button the tent he used as a shirt, much less tie his shoes. I still don't understand how he does it every morning if he lives alone. Time wasn't on our side, so Ivan started tying his shoes while I straightened his shirt. We barely finished before the elevator doors opened. When we finally got out, no one seemed to find it strange that four fat guys were drenched in sweat and panting from the heat. No one asked any questions, and we didn't say a word.

Whatever happened that day in the elevator, we'd go out to eat and have fun, if you know what I mean. So, between days of laziness, big binges, and excesses, time passed, and of course, a life like that changed us. The least affected was Carl; after all, he was already the fattest of the group. Besides growing a beard and a much-needed new, bigger wardrobe, he hardly gained any weight, something we regretted. On the other hand, Ivan was as if he were following my old eating routine. His little belly expanded to the size of a beach ball, although much firmer and harder. His arms and legs thickened, and somehow a thick layer of hair grew all over his body, which made him look more masculine. But the ones who changed the most were Stephen and me. We pushed each other almost like an unhealthy competition to see who was the fattest, and boy, did all that food show. Stephen lost all the muscle definition he was once proud of, although his arms were still incredibly thick. However, his fat was overflowing everywhere: neck, legs, stomach, even his fingers were much thicker. He currently weighs 323 kg and it shows. This is his worst physical condition; he's unable to walk more than a couple of meters without getting winded, and he hasn't been able to find clothes that cover him completely. My case isn't any better, believe it or not. I'm the fattest of them all. At 352 kg, standing up is a miracle. I live on a scooter, which doesn't help my butt, which is still as flat as ever. The only things that keep growing are my stomach and my breasts. I'm more of a sphere that just keeps getting softer and mushier every day, and although it might not seem like it, for me this is a dream.

Today is a new day, and a dozen donuts are waiting for me on my desk, just for me. Unfortunately, the scooter broke down right before I got into the elevator. The mere effort of standing up leaves me breathless. My shirt, which doesn't cover me completely, rides up to my navel, and there's nothing I can do about it. By the time I reach the bottom of the elevator, I'm drenched in sweat, pooling under my breasts, forming dark streaks under my armpits, and dripping down my back. I can feel the beads of sweat falling onto my rear, which isn't fully covered by my elastic pants either. I hear someone enter. When I turn around, I see a young man with golden curls, his head bowed. He's slightly flushed, and a phrase escapes his lips.
-Hello, good morning, I'm Marvin, today is my first day
I took a breath to calm myself from the exertion and replied
-Hello, it's a pleasure, I'm Noah
I couldn't say anything more when Stephen came in carrying a greasy bag with a dozen churros; like me, he was also sweating profusely and had his mouth full of sugar.
-Another day, another dollar, and who are you?
Stephen said, referring to Marvin, while
He offered him a churro; the presentation was quick, and of course, Marvin took one. When the elevator doors finally closed, poor Marvin was trapped between our sweaty stomachs, his head perfectly positioned on our belly buttons. We were deliberately shifting our weight, and at some point, I saw Stephen stuffing his mouth with churros and putting one in Noah's mouth. By the time we reached the 22nd floor, Marvin was covered in sugar and drenched in our sweat. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a huge erection on that little blond guy. It gives me hope of having a new member in our group, but for now, I only have my head in the clouds for those donuts I crave so much.