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Office Gain Pt6
🕑 Added 2021-11-11 21:29:07 +0000 UTCHey all. Just wanted to remind you all there will be no comic next week, I have some catching up to do in life and also in the weight gain fiction department.
Expect something right around Thanksgiving.
Thanks.
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Pamela stood nervously in front of her boss’ desk, waiting for him to finish the calzone in front of him. He had called her into his office to go over the TMI reports she had put together for his meeting that morning, and she was hoping things went well.
She appeared anxious as she waited for him to finish part of his snack, rubbing her hands together before adjusting her glasses. She had only gotten them two months ago, having been told that she had developed a stigmatism from staring at a computer monitor for so many hours. He suggested either contacts or surgery, but she had a thing with touching her eyes and elected instead to get glasses. They were probably too small though as with her increasingly fattened cheeks, they did not rest properly on her face.
Terrence let out a small burp and took a swig of soda before turning his attention back to Pamela, a smile on his oval face.
“Pamela, the reports went over well with the board. Thank you again for rushing through this. Couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Not a problem, boss”, she said while adjusting her glasses.
Terrence munched away on a breadstick, his pendulous gut sagging towards the floor. His poor button down shirt was opened intentionally at the top, exposing his hairy chest, but also unintentionally at the bottom as well, exposing his hairy belly button that covered his privates and most of his thighs. He had gained a good amount of weight since Pamela had started working for him, though he did not seem to mind.
“Why don’t you have a seat? I just had delivery brought up. Have some.”
He motioned to the food on his desk and his worktable, which caused Pamela to nervously shift her feet together. She felt her thighs brush together as she did, causing her to stop moving.
“Er, I don’t know sir. Maybe I should just head back to my office. I, um, well. My clothes aren’t exactly fitting too well today.”
Terrence paused his gluttony for a moment and looked at his assistant. Pamela was dressed in blouse and slacks, both of which hadn’t fit properly for a few dozen pounds. Her slacks were unbuttoned and the zipper was pulled down, displaying a bit of her black panties. Her top had buttons undone at the bottom as well and the top looked like it was about to burst open and expose her breasts to the world. She had regretted wearing this outfit to work and had hoped to just stay in her office all day. She didn’t mind wearing tight clothes (especially in an office full of furs who were constantly outgrowing their outfits), but she also did not want to expose her breasts to everyone. Thus, she was going to do her best to get through this and finish out the day.
“Are you sure? I got the dipping sticks you love from Alfredo’s, not to mention the grandma vodka pie with the rigatoni on it. You don’t one want slice?”
Pamela’s mouth instinctively watered as her boss mentioned what he had ordered. She felt the familiar rumbling in her stomach and the hunger pangs begin, all of which were happening more and more frequently. She tried to will it away again, but this task only seemed to make it worse. She licked her lips unconsciously, her mind thinking of nothing but the food.
“Well, maybe, maybe one slice wouldn’t hurt.”
She waddled over to the work station and opened the box, smelling the delicious pizza. She wiped a bit of drool from her mouth and reached to grab a slice. As she did though, she felt something pull at her back and immediately straightened up, fearful that she had ripped her blouse. The sudden motion caused the top two buttons to pop right off, exposing her ample bosom to her boss. The lowest button harmlessly fell to the floor, but the higher one landed right on one of the slices of pizza. She felt so ashamed as she blushed; she wanted to crawl into the biggest hole that would fit her and hide forever.
Her boss, however, just smiled.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, Pamela. Happens to me all the time. Just means I’m enjoying good food and even better company. Know what I’m saying?”
She knew this was a stupid excuse, something that she should have said was dumb and made no sense. She knew she was getting very portly and was starting to have issues with furniture as well as clothing. Still, there was just something in his smooth voice, the way he seemed to reassure her that popping buttons on an outfit that had once been a size too big was completely normal; that he too did not care about how tight his outfit was, that she almost forgot about what had just happened. She nodded at him and went back to the pizza and grabbed the slice that had been the resting spot for the button. She smiled and took it off and took a bite of the food, savoring each flavor.
“See? Isn’t that good?”
“Mhm” she moaned around her first bite before eagerly taking a second.
Terrence smiled again and sat up in his chair, letting his legs splay out so his gut could get more comfortable.
“I told you. Now, why don’t you have a seat and we can talk more about the next set of reports over the rest of that pie?”
Pamela agreed and carried the box over to her boss’ desk and took her seat in one of the large chairs in front of him, letting her growing shelf of a rear get comfortable as she finished off the first slice and went for another. She didn’t even bat an eye when a third button popped off, she just kept eating. She didn’t want the food to get cold, after all.
Comments
Sam Allen
Glad to see the series come along. Hope we get to see more of Pamela
Jake
He is the best
Jake
Probably in that range, yes
Super excited for this series to continue! Volken art does some great references for the story
Sam Allen
How much does Pam weigh here? 400 pounds?
