Office of the Obese (WIP Preview) (Patreon)

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Female Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting)

   A sunny morning and a cup of warm coffee in her hands was all Telyn needed to have her in high spirits for her new position. She was certainly dressed for the part with her grey business suit and a pair of black high heels to give her the professional look she was hoping for. Taking a sip of her coffee, she paused before the door to check her reflection with a compact mirror. Putting on her brightest smile and ensuring her ponytail of blonde hair was properly in place, she stepped inside.

   “Good morning,” Telyn said, greeting the front receptionist with a wide smile. “I’m Telyn Jenson. I just got transferred to the Hog Eye Snacks Accounting Department.”

   The receptionist lifted up her head and drifted her gaze across Telyn’s body. “Are you sure you’re in the right place? You don’t exactly ‘fit in’ with the usual employees at that office.”

   “I assure you, I am right where I need to be,” Telyn replied. “Corporate noticed that this place was a little slow on efficiency, so I’m here to assist where I can.”

   The receptionist shook her head. “Well, best of luck to you. You’ll find the office on the fifth floor. Bit of advice, try to avoid the elevator.”

   Waving goodbye to the receptionist, Telyn continued on her way. Reaching the elevator in question, she momentarily glanced over at the door leading to the staircase. At the risk of arriving at her first day on the job sweaty and tired, she neglected the receptionist’s advice and called for the elevator. As the doors opened up, Telyn’s smile momentarily faltered as she caught a whiff of something foul. More concerned with being on time than the rancid odor, she quickly stepped inside and pressed the button. As she rode up to the desired floor, she took note to ask the cleaning crew to go over the elevator. However, that thought was quickly lost as the doors opened up to reveal her new office.

   The lingering odor of the elevator was overpowered by a much stronger scent wafting in from the office. Wincing at the awful smell, Telyn continued on only to be stopped as she bumped into something big and soft. Stopping herself from falling to the floor, she looked back to see an enormous woman dressed in a heavily stained, pink floral dress. The fabric had been tucked inside of the woman’s various fat rolls, showing off her bulging belly and sagging breasts. As she continued to stare, Telyn was forced to turn her head away as a loud BRRRAAAAAPPPPPPP permeated from the woman’s chunky rear. Working through her coughing fit, she looked past the woman’s locks of long, greasy black hair to see a smile upon her chubby cheeks.

   “Hello BWOOOOOORRRPPP there,” the woman greeted, letting her belch wash over Telyn’s face. “You’re Telyn Jenson?”

   “Y-*cough*-yes,” she replied.

   What little fresh air left inside of Telyn’s body was forced out as the woman picked her up and gave her a tight hug. The way she was being held made it clear it wasn’t an act of aggression. That didn’t make it any easier to deal with the woman’s horrific body odor or the sweat being layered onto Telyn’s suit. Released from the hug with a variety of stains clinging to her clothes, Telyn struggled to keep a professional appearance as she regained her balance.

   “So nice to meet you dear,” the woman said. “My name is Melva. I’m the head of the department and act as the UUURRRRP mother of the office. I’ll make sure to take care of you too.”

   “Er, much appreciated,” Telyn said, not daring to bring up her new boss’s various body issues. “Would you please show me to my desk? I would like to get started as soon as possible.”

   Melva let out a hearty chuckle, bringing with it another rumbling fart from her backside. “A real go getter, aren’t you? Very well, right this way.”

   Telyn followed after her boss, trying to remain silent as she was forced to walk through one of Melva’s lingering fart clouds. As she continued to walk, she kept glancing around the room to take a look at her coworkers. Each of the desks were covered in a scrambled mess of papers and empty food wrappers. The piles of trash were added onto as the women inhabiting the office stuffed their faces to please their flabby bellies as they worked. Each one Telyn passed either greeted her with a mix of a hello and a belch or was too busy scarfing down unhealthy food to pay her any mind.

   “Pretty sweet, isn’t it?” Melva asked, getting Telyn out of her stupor. “The company provides us with all the free samples we can eat. Not to mention the BWOOOOOORRRPP soda dispenser in the break room. Feel free to help yourself to anything you want. No need to wait for your break time. After all, you need UUURRRP energy throughout the day. Ah, we’ve arrived.”

   Upon reaching the center of the office, Telyn was dismayed to find her desk covered in the leftover food containers of its previous owner. Putting her pudgy limbs to good use, Melva brushed the mess onto the floor in an effort to make room for the new employee. Trying her best to mimic Melva’s wide smile, Telyn sat down and started to try and get things organized.

   “I’ll leave you to settle in,” Melva said. “Let me or any of your coworkers know if you need any help.”

   “Thank you. I’ll get to work right-“

   Telyn was drowned out by Melva leaving behind a parting blast of flatulence before taking her leave. Waiting for the air to clear before pulling her jacket away from her nose, Telyn got to work trying to make sense of her working area. Bundling up the trash was easy enough, less so working through the absolute terror that was her computer system. The first thing to go was a variety of programs intended only for distractions, mostly games and links to social media. With most of the garbage out of the way, she had hoped to get to work on something productive.

   No sooner did Telyn open up the first document were her ears assaulted by various rude noises. A cacophony of eating, burping, and farting were a constant in the office, making it near impossible to concentrate. Even worse was the miasma of noxious fumes that drifted through the air, ensuring that her lungs were filled with the rancid odor of her coworkers. Determined to try and do something productive in these less than ideal conditions, she was caught completely off guard as someone dropped a snack cake onto her keyboard.

   “Hope you like it,” Melva said, stuffing a similar cake into her waiting maw as she held out a soda can. “I saw how hard you were working and I thought you could use a little snack.”

   Putting the can by her keyboard, Telyn reached out to poke the cake. Sinking her finger into the spongy confection released a surge of cream onto her desk. Wracking her brain over the sheer calories contained in a single bite, she turned back to Melva with a forced smile.

   “Thank you, but I’m not really hungry.”

   Melva shook her head. “Oh my dear, that won’t BWOOOOORRRPP do. You’re so skinny, it looks like you’re about to faint from starvation. Please eat. You need to keep your energy up.”

   Unable to say no to Melva’s cherubic face, Telyn grasped the cake between her fingers. Giving the sweet the smallest of bites was enough to flood her throat with the thick cream. The taste was cheap and unhealthy, but if was hard for her to deny that it tasted good. Scarfing down the rest of the cake before she had time to linger on the side effects, she washed it down with a small sip of her soda.

   “Thank you, that was UUUURRRPP!”

   Telyn placed her hand over her mouth as her face turned red. “Excuse me.”

   “Oh, no need to be sorry,” Melva said. “That just means you enjoyed your snack. I’ll go ahead and grab you a few more to get you through the morning. Just make sure you save room for lunch. We already made an order for every pizza on the menu from the restaurant around the corner.”

   Watching Melva waddle her way between the desks, Telyn let out a sigh. Covering her mouth with one hand to prevent any more burps, she set her mind on the task at hand. She could tell she had a lot of work to do trying to whip this office in to tip top shape.