Chapter 1

You’ve notice him for a while now sitting at his desk in the wide open planned office, *are my eyes playing tricks on me or does he look a little fatter than last week, he’s shirt definitely seems to be hugging his body more closely* you think to yourself.

As you eyes drink in his appearance Bob, an averaged height guy with a not so average sized belly, sitting staring at his computer monitor his light brown bushy beard covering what must be a double chin at least. His thick arms resting lazily on the desk which has a collection of sweet confectionary that he snacks on throughout the day, *not that you’ve been watching him that closely you pretend to deny to yourself*… Bob’s belly bulges between the armrest of his office chair which creaks as he leans back letting out a crack as he jolts back upright looking worried that the chair might have broken.

You shift your gaze as to avoid eye contact incase he catches you staring at him, you blush at the thought of being caught in the act, knowing he’s a taken man you clocked that the moment he moved into the office a solid gold wedding band on his finger looking like it couldn’t be taken off him even if he wanted too. It was clear that he’s gained weight since his ring fitting as his podgy fat finger bulges up around up the side of the ring, firmly wedging it in place.

That’s it, Bob is going to be mine and I know what to do, seems like his other half likes to keep him well fed and he’s clearly not wanting to go on a diet or anything like that, two can play at that game, grinning at nothing impartial. “Cathy, Earth to Cathy!” You jump startled out of your daydream by Jean from accounts, she’s a complete a hole but you smile and try to pretend you weren’t just brought rudely out of a great daydream.

“You really shouldn’t stare he might see you, I know he’s let himself go so much it’s a shame he’s so fat now, I’m not sure how his poor wife puts up with it, I’d have divorced his ass a few meal ago if it were me” Jean rolled off her tongue with a hint of discust in her voice “but still doesn’t mean you should state what if he sees you? Anyway have you got the finance data I need that by close of business today” with that the stick like figure of Jean turned in her high heels and crimson silk dress *way too fancy for the office, but we all know she’s after the manager* you think to yourself.

You let out an audible sigh, realising it was louder than you intended you glance round mostly to check that Bob hasn’t noticed everything that’s just happened between Jean and yourself… and well I wasn’t too obvious staring at him was I? Oh Fu** I hope not. As the hands on the clock slowly tick their way to the end of the day you plot out how to get what you want, operation F.F.I.F (Feed, Fatten, Infatuate and Fuck) was about to be unleashed on Bob.

On your way home your thinking how the plan is going to work, the easy way as you see it is to go for his weak spot, his belly, and well now that has two advantages doesn’t it a big grin spreads across your face again as you start to daydream about Bobs fat belly getting even fatter with your help *Beeeeep!, tires screech as you swerve to avoid a side on collision with a truck* Heart now racing a hundred miles a minute, damn Cathy ok save the day dreaming for when your not driving that’s the last time I’m going to accidently run a red light you think to yourself.

Back at your apartment you slip off your work clothes and put on your comfort pjs, grab one of the fancy big red wine glasses you have and fill it up to the top with a Chardonnay nearly draining half a bottle in the process.

Taking a few small sips to ensure the overflowing glass does not spill until it’s safe to sit down, well sit, I mean curl up and get comfy on the lounger, a small voice inside your head repeats “but his married”, another few swigs of wine from your glass changes the voice to “how are we going to make him ours?”.

You’ve been watching him haven’t you, “oh god that makes me sound like a stalker” ok no no, you’ve just picked up some casual observations so what do we know? Welll let’s see ok ok he has a sweet tooth for sure, you think to yourself excitedly. Well that’s a good start but specifics? Mmm you rake your brain, well ok there’s always chocolate at his desk, oh he has some home cooked treats I’m sure of it like baking, yes I’m sure of it you can smell it when he enters the office. But what is it, donuts, scones, cookies? Your eyebrows furrow concentrating on decifering those delicious smells.

Oh damn I just don’t know, I think best start play it safe and have a mix of everything yes a mix of everything. But fresh yes fresh we really need to make Bob’s mouth water and tempt him.Ok let’s see I’m not too bad at baking I think but really I don’t have time tonight, I’ll just have to get up early tomorrow and get to the bakery. Then I can pass them off as my own, I’ll say they are for the office to enjoy but hmm let me think there’s a spare desk near to Bob yes I’ll place them there and hopefully being so close he’ll take the bait.