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Office Gain Pt9
🕑 Added 2021-12-10 19:37:02 +0000 UTCHey all. Here is the next part to the comic. Still working away at getting all these prompts taken care of as well as finishing up my next story. Thanks for your patience.
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There are moments in a person’s life that they never forget, like getting married, birth of a first child, getting their driver’s license, etc. For Pamela, this moment was the day she broke the couch in her apartment.
It had been a very boring Saturday for her; waking up around 8 am to quell the hunger in her belly. She rolled out of bed, her obese body quivering and jostling while she did so, struggling to get to an upright position before finally creating enough momentum to get to her feet, her stomach slapping heavily against her thighs. She groaned as she shuffled her feet slowly forward, feeling her thighs press together and rub incessantly as she did so. By the time she had made it to the kitchen, she was covered in sweat and so exhausted that had she not been hungry, she probably would have taken a nap to recover. Instead, she just pulled out her phone and went about ordering breakfast.
As she carried the goodies to the couch and deposited the items on her coffee table, swiping the empty cartons from the previous day’s binge to the ground. Those cartons fell to the floor, joining the weeks cartons from all the meals she had stuffed herself with.
“Ugh, I probably should clean these up later. I’ll do it after breakfast.”
As she lowered her bulk down, Pamela heard a creak coming from somewhere close to her, but dismissed it as perhaps something from a neighbor’s apartment, or from the TV itself. Certainly, she thought to herself, it was not from the couch.
So, she proceeded to go about eating the food from the four places she had ordered from, wolfing down two large stacks of pancakes, three omelets, French toast, homefries, waffles, and a plethora of other breakfast delicacies, all of which were intended to keep her satisfied until her mid-morning snack. Still, as she munched away, her collosal belly demanded more, gurgling each time she wasn’t in the process of putting something in her mouth. As she had completely given in to it’s wants, Pamela just shoved more food in her mouth to keep it happy.
By the time 10:30 had rolled around, Pamela was down to just her order from McDonalds. This contained a few sausage egg and cheese sandwiches, some bacon egg and cheese McGriddles, four sausage burritos, some hash browns, and one order of their hot cakes (she knew they weren’t as good as the diners, but she could never resist getting just one order). She poured the rest of her syrup on the hot cakes and essentially titled the plate forward and just poured the syrup and dough into her mouth, bits of syrup running down her chins and top as she chewed happily. It tasted so delicious that she let out a soft moan, feeling her nipples firm up slightly.
“Mhm, I love how sweet these taste. I need to pour more on my sandwiches.”
She picked up one of the bags to pull out more of their syrup, but found that there was none of the condiment. Searches of the other bags produced the same result, leaving her with a conundrum; should she make the effort to waddle to the fridge to get more syrup, or should she just say screw it and fill her belly? Licking her lips, and tasting more of the succulent, sugary liquid, she knew what she had to do.
“Ugh, fuck it.”
With that, Pamela rocked her mammoth tush from side to side on the couch, eliciting more creaks and groans as she got herself off the couch, her body seemingly rebelling as she got to her feet. She paused for a second, placing her hands on her titanic hips to steady herself, and then took a deep breath before taking a few steps forward. She had only gotten a foot away from the couch when her stomach grumbled again.
“I’ll, whew, just take some sandwiches with me. It’ll keep me upright.”
She bent down slightly, feeling her sweat shorts stretch tightly against her hips, becoming virtually see thru and revealing that she was not wearing any underwear. Her sweaty cheeks wobbled together as she strained further down, finally stopping by the time she got her pudgy hands on two Egg and Cheese McGriddles, only to begin wobbling again when she turned around to waddle into the kitchen.
A walk that used to take her only a minute ended up taking almost ten, as she struggled and had to pause after a few steps to recover her strength (and also take a bit or two of her sandwiches), before she finally made it to the fridge. She opened the door to find her prize, an unopened bottle of Log Cabin Syrup. The fat fur took off the top and greedily slathered the one whole sandwich and what was left of the other, before shoving said leftover sandwich into her maw. She paused for a moment and then smiled devilishly before sucking syrup straight from the bottle, washing down whatever bits of food were still in her mouth. She placed her sandwich holding hand under her great belly, feeling the heat rise from her nethers from this action. She slurped faster, knowing exactly what she would be doing when breakfast was finished.
Satisfied, at least for the moment, she took another deep breath and waddled back to the couch with a little more effort this time, wanting to finish everything off so she could pleasure herself and nap before her next snack. Instead of ten minutes, the return trip only took 7, though it made her even sweatier than before. She wiped off her forehead with the syrup holding hand, getting bits of the sticky substance on her forehead. She knew that it might just be smart to take care of her urges in the shower afterwards instead.
Deciding to think about that later, she bent down once more slowly, placing the bottle down. However, she mistimed just how far she really was from the couch and dropped the full weight of her body down on the couch, hard and fast. It was enough that this time there was no mistaking where the creak was coming from as she felt her entire body move as the wood and steel in the piece of furniture finally gave wave and flew apart, causing her to fall to the floor, her stomach rising up to smack her breasts and have them smack her in the face, sending her glasses, and worse, the sandwich, flying.
Pamela just sat there for a moment, rubbing her eyes as she checked to see if the glasses had broken and relieved to find that that had not happened. She squinted and looked to her left side, seeing that the glasses had fallen onto the couch cusion and thankfully close enough for her to reach. She put them back on and looked at what had just happened. A couch she had purchased years ago had given way to her bulk, something she did not think would even be possible. She wondered what to do next as she was now at a possible cross road. Did she dare continue down this path of gluttony, breaking more couches, chairs, hell, maybe even her bed? Or, as she looked and saw her old bike that she used to ride religiously, did she take back her mobility and get in some semblance of shape? Did she have the will power to do so?
As she thought about it for a second, her stomach and snatch both burned with desire. She shrugged her shoulders and just sighed.
“The, whew, couch was old anyway, this just means I have to get a new one faster than I had anticipated she rationalized as she grabbed the bottle of syrup and looked for the fallen sandwich. It had slipped on the floor but she just leaned down further, tearing a bit of her t-shirt, and put it back together before putting more syrup on it.
It was a sin to waste food, after all.
Comments
Sam Allen
Either they are supporting her, or indifferent. Glutco. has obese employees
She sure is trying her best to move around her house, now I can imagine what people are thinking about her in the office
Sam Allen
Great job on this, wonder how she gets to work now at this size.
Jake
Glad you enjoyed It
Mighty Halberd
Favorite part so far, good stuff :D
