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Lumbering down the hall, you make your way toward the breakroom like you do every day, only to be surprised by an encounter with Erika; Tubby, soft, but nowhere near your immense, almost hallway filling size.
"...D-did you... want to have lunch with me?"
Lunch? Already? Your not used to being the one asked for lunch. But sure, why not.
You lumber after her as she walks to the break room with you, not noticing how close she was remaining to you, how she was looking toward your gut and doing her best to keep her hands to herself.
Once your finally in the breakroom, you move up to the converyor belt and take a seat; You can't help but thank your past self for investing in new chairs, though the one you were sitting on was more like a couch, and you filled it completely. Your gut completely buries and even hangs off your lap, feeling it touch the floor slightly.
You attempt to lean forward as the belt starts moving... but Erika stops you.
"...Let me help."
Puzzled slightly, you let yourself relax. And as food comess down the Belt, Erika grabs a few plates, and simply begins to feed you by hand. Your too gluttonous to question it. You simply let her.
Plate after plate is dumped into you; Brownies, desserts, odd jellos... she knew your favorites; Whatever was chocolate and whatever was pink. And you just keep gorging, not questioning anything or giving a thought to how much you were truly eating. And as she keeps going, she just can't keep her hands off you anymore.
One hand starts grabbing and kneading into that enormous, seemingly bottomless gut, while the other keeps feeding you. While your enjoying the food, she's enjoying You.
You don't tell her to stop. Your mind is in a haze of gluttonous bliss, too focused on enjoying the food as she simply keeps it coming. You knew your capacity for food had grown, but it truly felt like it was taking forever to get full.
Another slice of cake. Another brownie. She's even gone over to the box of seemingly endless doughnuts and started stuffing those into you. She started leaning onto you eventually, but you just didn't care. You were too far gone.
Then she does something you don't expect.
She examines the conveyor belt, looking under it. A giggle escapes from her, as she begins to adjust the conveyor belt... and aims it right at you.
The food gets delivered straight to you. Including some meals you aren't really a fan of, but at this point that wasn't what mattered. You just ate, and ate, and ate. Not having to lift a finger. Not having to move.
Not realizing you couldn't anymore. If you had tried to move at this point, tried to even lift your arm or a finger, you would have realized how enormous you had become.
Your legs were buried under you completely, despite how large your thighs were. The couch had actually broken a while ago, your rear too large to fit in any type of seat. Your belly was so massive Erika could use it as a bed, and actually was, grabbing and kneading as much of you as she could, loving your size. Your softness. Your fatness.
Your arms were thicker then trees, stuck at an angle on your immense sides, your fingers too fat to do anything with.
You had been eating for hours and hadn't even realized it. Still unaware how enormous you were. Not even feeling that your backside was beginning to reach and squish against the wall behind you, which was being followed up by the rest of you filling the break room more and more.
And then, the food finally stops. You can't help but moan and groan, wondering why the feast had ended.
Erika sighs, climbing closer to your head. "So big... so very big..." You barely hear her mutter. It slowly starts to set in just how massive you had become, as you realize how truly immobile and helpless you let her make you, not just too fat to move, but too fat to leave the room or even the building by any normal means. You blocked the doorway, made it almost impossible to access the vending machines, and it seemed your size had gotten too massive for the conveyor belt to keep working.
She grabs and sinks her hands as much as she can into your mass, giggling and enjoying how there was truly so much of you. She seems to get an idea.
She crawls over you toward one of the vending machines, reaching for the Milkshake vending machine.
Not long after, she comes right on back over to your head, and puts two tubes right into your mouth, and you taste chocolate milkshake along with strawberry filling your mouth, and get right back into that gluttonous haze, gulping and gulping, as she tenderly rubs one of your cheeks, a glint of something in her eyes as she confidently says a single word to you.
"Bigger."
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Lumbering down the hall, you make your way toward the breakroom like you do every day, only to be surprised by an encounter with Erika; Tubby, soft, but nowhere near your immense, almost hallway filling size.
"...D-did you... want to have lunch with me?"
Lunch? Already? Your not used to being the one asked for lunch. But sure, why not.
You lumber after her as she walks to the break room with you, not noticing how close she was remaining to you, how she was looking toward your gut and doing her best to keep her hands to herself.
Once your finally in the breakroom, you move up to the converyor belt and take a seat; You can't help but thank your past self for investing in new chairs, though the one you were sitting on was more like a couch, and you filled it completely. Your gut completely buries and even hangs off your lap, feeling it touch the floor slightly.
You attempt to lean forward as the belt starts moving... but Erika stops you.
"...Let me help."
Puzzled slightly, you let yourself relax. And as food comess down the Belt, Erika grabs a few plates, and simply begins to feed you by hand. Your too gluttonous to question it. You simply let her.
Plate after plate is dumped into you; Brownies, desserts, odd jellos... she knew your favorites; Whatever was chocolate and whatever was pink. And you just keep gorging, not questioning anything or giving a thought to how much you were truly eating. And as she keeps going, she just can't keep her hands off you anymore.
One hand starts grabbing and kneading into that enormous, seemingly bottomless gut, while the other keeps feeding you. While your enjoying the food, she's enjoying You.
You don't tell her to stop. Your mind is in a haze of gluttonous bliss, too focused on enjoying the food as she simply keeps it coming. You knew your capacity for food had grown, but it truly felt like it was taking forever to get full.
Another slice of cake. Another brownie. She's even gone over to the box of seemingly endless doughnuts and started stuffing those into you. She started leaning onto you eventually, but you just didn't care. You were too far gone.
Then she does something you don't expect.
She examines the conveyor belt, looking under it. A giggle escapes from her, as she begins to adjust the conveyor belt... and aims it right at you.
The food gets delivered straight to you. Including some meals you aren't really a fan of, but at this point that wasn't what mattered. You just ate, and ate, and ate. Not having to lift a finger. Not having to move.
Not realizing you couldn't anymore. If you had tried to move at this point, tried to even lift your arm or a finger, you would have realized how enormous you had become.
Your legs were buried under you completely, despite how large your thighs were. The couch had actually broken a while ago, your rear too large to fit in any type of seat. Your belly was so massive Erika could use it as a bed, and actually was, grabbing and kneading as much of you as she could, loving your size. Your softness. Your fatness.
Your arms were thicker then trees, stuck at an angle on your immense sides, your fingers too fat to do anything with.
You had been eating for hours and hadn't even realized it. Still unaware how enormous you were. Not even feeling that your backside was beginning to reach and squish against the wall behind you, which was being followed up by the rest of you filling the break room more and more.
And then, the food finally stops. You can't help but moan and groan, wondering why the feast had ended.
Erika sighs, climbing closer to your head. "So big... so very big..." You barely hear her mutter. It slowly starts to set in just how massive you had become, as you realize how truly immobile and helpless you let her make you, not just too fat to move, but too fat to leave the room or even the building by any normal means. You blocked the doorway, made it almost impossible to access the vending machines, and it seemed your size had gotten too massive for the conveyor belt to keep working.
She grabs and sinks her hands as much as she can into your mass, giggling and enjoying how there was truly so much of you. She seems to get an idea.
She crawls over you toward one of the vending machines, reaching for the Milkshake vending machine.
Not long after, she comes right on back over to your head, and puts two tubes right into your mouth, and you taste chocolate milkshake along with strawberry filling your mouth, and get right back into that gluttonous haze, gulping and gulping, as she tenderly rubs one of your cheeks, a glint of something in her eyes as she confidently says a single word to you.
"Bigger."
A shortish story based on Super Fatty Office Assistant Simulator, a game made by weirdmidnight, involving the character Erika.
Get the game here! --> https://weirdmidnight.itch.io/sfoas
Get the game here! --> https://weirdmidnight.itch.io/sfoas
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 50 x 50px
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