Devil's Delight - Act 1 (Patreon)

(WG, XWG, Stuffing, BBW, SSBBW, USSBBW, BHM, SSBHM, USSBHM, Immobility, Masturbation, Demonic magic, Mind loss, light Slob)

Prologue

Bored and morose, he surveyed the kingdom he had been burdened with. He who bore many names and even more faces. He, the seducer, the punisher, the embodiment of sin and desire, the creator of all lies and discord, the great dragon, the serpent. The incarnate one sat exhausted on his great throne of black stone with his head resting on his hand. Around him lay a vast landscape strewn with molten rock formations and ash. A long time ago, he, the rebel against the absolute rule of God, had landed here after falling through darkness and shadow for what felt like an eternity. The impact of the exile in this realm created for him by his oh-so-gracious father had deformed the barren, dark landscape in an explosion of cataclysmic proportions and made it what it had been ever since. In his opinion, the former angel and proclaimed "bringer of light" had been unjustly cast out of the eternal kingdom of heaven. To shape his life as he wanted and to free himself from the golden shackles that his father had put on him immediately after his creation had been his only and, in his eyes, justified concern. However, God's relentlessness knew no bounds, but his compassion and love, often so highly praised by mankind, did. With their golden spears, the brothers of the once most highly respected angel had pierced his body and shed blood which, according to God's plan, should never have been spilled. Afterwards, the power of his father had hurled the weakened body of the rebellious angel down through death and life, all worlds and times, to the place that would be known to mankind as hell ever since.

With devastating force, the outcast divine being had smashed into the black plain like a falling star, creating a gigantic crater and an all-scorching inferno. In unbearable agony, the pure, snow-white feathered wings of the Fallen One had been burned beyond recognition in this firestorm. His body, created to perfection by the Almighty, had also been twisted and destroyed by this divine punishment. Since then, the angel known as the devil or satan has resided in this place. Around the lowest point that had been created when he arrived, the gigantic rock walls of the impact crater rose up, formed into nine enormous stone plains that tapered down to his throne and surrounded his seat in concentric circles. These were the circles of hell, each an entire nation, a realm of its own, a world of torment, agony and despair, where sinners and the damned were tortured and tormented by satan and his legions, banished as it were from heaven, until the Last Judgement.

The Incarnate One lifted his head and looked around, feeling conscious for the first time in ages. He bore his own yoke here in hell, condemned to punish the worthless remains of the souls of deceased sinners for all eternity. But never before had he been so fulfilled as to make souls his own. This did not mean killing them, but seducing them, allowing them to fall prey to sin and enriching himself from their lives. He was also the seducer, a charming, deceitful salesman who could always offer what people desired most and were prepared to give everything for it, or even better, to lose themselves in a maelstrom of their own lives, deformed by endless debauchery and desires, and only exist to give strength to the Incarnate One. The devil wanted nothing more than to fulfill people's deepest desires in abundance and watch them lose themselves in it, leaving only the grotesque, insatiable longing for more.

Sighing, the Incarnate One rose from his dark throne and began to walk through the field of ashes. Screams and martial noises drifted down to him from the circles of hell and dim lights in red and orange provided sparse lighting in a few places. In some spots, the inferno of his arrival still blazed. The devil had lost some of his strength and power recently. Whether it was due to divine intervention or the evolving human race, wars, disease, famine and natural disasters were at an all-time low and with that, the collective character of mankind was better and more filled with love than ever before. The Incarnate One detested this state of affairs, which weakened him and mocked his entire existence. What were the poor, maltreated souls who lived here in his realm? He wanted to return to earth, do his true work, give gifts to mankind and take care of their desires. With a terrible grin full of crooked, partially broken teeth, in which there was already complete contempt for human beings, the devil raised his head and looked up at "his" sky. A seemingly endless mass of pitch-black storm clouds covered the crater of hell and lightning flashed between them. Only through a single opening, around which the entire storm circulated, did dazzlingly bright light stream down onto the domain of the Incarnate One.

Satan had made his decision and it was time to do his work on earth again. He also already had a very concrete idea of how he would proceed this time. The one sin that appealed to the deepest-rooted need in man would never be resisted by humanity, which was thriving and behaving so well. Hunger always won. Gluttony had been ingrained in every living being since they had felt the first delicious taste of their life on their tongue. The devil knew exactly what he had to offer, sell, instill and, last but not least, stuff into the comfortably spoiled population of the earth in order to lead them down his path. What's more, his plan was bigger than ever before, his ambitions greater than ever. It would be a feast, but he would not accomplish it alone.

"Coatlicue! Ghilan! Come to me!" His voice was almost a whisper, yet it rang through every corner of his realm.

A loud crash echoed across the plain from one of the higher circles of hell. Then a huge shadow flew through the air, finally landing directly in front of the Incarnate One amid deafening noise, flying rocks and billowing ash. It was a huge, grotesque, amorphous mass of insect legs as big as trees, massive eyes and dark chitinous carapaces. In the middle of the monstrosity's body sat a huge, gaping mouth with several rows of differently shaped teeth, while slippery tentacles grew out of the dark maw and moistened the biting tools with saliva. The demon, whose mere sight would have cost any living human his sanity, crouched submissively at satan's feet.

"You forget yourself. Don't come before me in this pitiful form," he demanded coldly.

The huge monster's entire body immediately began to move and seemed to shrink into itself. Finally, the demon melted into a writhing, flowing mass and formed a new, much smaller body.

Now a young-looking woman with long blonde hair and, for human standarts, seductive curves, stood completely naked before her master. Her eyes were lowered and her hands folded nervously in front of her ample chest.

"Ghilan, where is your sister?" the devil asked and the woman immediately raised her head. Her face would have been beautiful if a large hand-shaped burn had not disfigured the left side of her face. The eye was also white and cloudy on this side, where the archangel sent by God had grabbed her and hurled her down into the newly created hell.

"She is no longer here, my lord. She was summoned to earth before, by the humans," she explained apologetically.

The devil growled angrily, causing his surroundings to tremble briefly, but then he let it go. Ghilan would be enough help for him.

"We will travel to Earth. The humans have eluded my seduction for far too long. I want to feel the power of the sins they commit again. I want to finally see again the licentiousness they are oh so willing to indulge in, if only they are shown the right way."

Ghilan smiled joyfully and her remaining eye sparkled orange-red.

"That sounds wonderful my lord."

"Come."

A mighty gust of wind swept away all the ashes around the two beings and the devilish throne as the Incarnate One unfurled his blackened, scorched wings from his back. Although they were disfigured and mutilated, the mighty, meter-long wings could still carry him through all the worlds. Ghilan also sprouted her much smaller but still white-feathered wings from her back and flapped them a few times.

"We have a lot of work ahead of us. There is peace and harmony on Earth, but humanity hungers and thirsts. It always has."

With these words and a powerful flap of his huge, black wings, he launched himself into the air and shot towards the opening of light above him, Ghilan close behind him.

Chapter 1: The new vending machine

Yawning, Edward Wales, known to almost everyone in the office as Eddie, leaned back in his office chair. His gaze wandered somewhat listlessly over his little kingdom, the unadorned and dreary office cube made of gray-painted plasterboard and plastic. In here stood his desk, the chair on which he was now turning around boredly, his computer and a few filing cabinets and shelves. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortably cramped, but Eddie had long suspected that his employer was pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable for the employees. The walls around him were covered with all kinds of notes, posters and instructions on how to behave during working hours, which didn't necessarily lift the sometimes depressing mood of the cube.

Today was one of those days when there wasn't so much to do that Eddie was stressed, but not so little that he couldn't get bored. Of course, being an insurance salesman had never been his dream job as a child, but he basically liked it. For six years now, Edward Wales had been working for Praesidium, a large insurance company with numerous branches around the country, including many call centers like the one where he spent a good eight hours a day. The job was easy to bear and the workload was manageable. Eddie couldn't complain about the pay, so he was reasonably happy with his job when the lines weren't dead as they were today.

He glanced at the clock on his desktop. After all, it was almost 12 o'clock and time for the lunch break. A little cheered up, he realized that Carl and Becca had the same shift as him and were therefore on break with him. The 13 staff employed by Praesidium and working on this rented floor of a generic office building were always split into two shifts to ensure manned telephones at all times. The exception to this was the head of the office, who usually worked the early shift. Of all his coworkers, Carl Gates and Rebecca Norton were probably the closest thing Eddie had to friends.

Even if he'd had another five minutes to stare dully at his screen or wait to see if the telephone receiver next to his keyboard came to life after all, he put the office network on pause and rose from his chair with a groan. After a brief stretch, he poked his head out of his office cube and looked left and right. None of his colleagues were to be seen.

In addition to the 12 cubicles with computers and desks set up next to each other, there were the obligatory men's and women's toilets, the elevator, the door to the stairs, the small break room and the glassed-in office of the mistress of this small empire on the 18th floor. Beyond that, the whole large room was as empty and unadorned as one could imagine. Windows without curtains, a handful of chairs and tables and a sad palm tree next to the toilet that was regularly forgotten to be watered. Eddie didn't mind, he didn't care how Praesidium designed his offices, in the cube he was deprived of any view of it or the outside through the windows anyway.

Finally, he stepped out of his workstation and walked as quickly as possible past the glass front of Esther Woodworth, his boss and department head.

"You should have had five more minutes, Wales," came coolly from the open glass door.

Eddie froze with his hands in his pockets and turned slowly towards the partitioned office with a wry grin.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but you saw that nothing was going on again. The company won't go bankrupt because of it."

He could see his boss's dark blonde hair over the edge of the screen on the desk, which, in contrast to Eddie's, was downright posh, and her ice-blue eyes underneath. She glared at him a little disapprovingly, but after a few seconds her gaze dropped again.

First he heard a low grumble and then: "But let's not make a habit of this again, shall we?"

Esther Woodworth was a tremendously pedantic and at first glance prickly woman, but at the same time a person who would let you get away with almost anything as long as you remained friendly. She was great at noticing her employees' shortcomings and mistakes, but didn't exactly run a tight ship when it came to doing something about them. Eddie in particular often had the feeling that he could get away with a lot with her. However, he never tried to push it too hard, as he knew that Esther could explode when it was unavoidable. The bottom line was that you could talk about anything and solve any problem with the 37-year-old blonde, who still looked terrific for a slightly more mature woman. Presumably because of this attitude, which was a little more employee-friendly than Praesidium liked to see, Esther had at some point got stuck on this middle rung of the career ladder. But she seemed to be reasonably happy with that.

"Thanks, I'll make you a coffee," Eddie said and continued towards the break room.

"Thank you," came from the glass office after a brief moment, but at least a little more gently.

As he had suspected, Eddie met Carl and Becca in the small room with a fridge, a few shelves and cupboards and a large wooden table. The two of them didn't have to pass Esther's office from their cubes and had been able to sneak in undisturbed after the early break. The day-to-day business was running to the satisfaction of the management, but you couldn't say that anyone here, neither the department manager nor the employees, were working themselves to the bone.

Rebecca Norton was a very small, slightly plump blonde with a cute pub nose. She waved at Eddie with a smile while she had a mouthful of the Caesar's salad she had brought with her. He actually thought she was very cute, but it had never amounted to more than friendship. Nevertheless, Eddie regularly caught himself staring at the neat curves under Becca's mostly loose and concealing clothes.

"So what's up? Nothing going on with you today?" asked Carl Gates, who at 40 years, 21 of them at Praesidium, was the longest-serving employee in the office, and opened his Tupperware with rice and chicken. Carl was a good head shorter than Eddie and his black hair was already starting to go bald, but otherwise he was in great shape and took good care of his body. He went to the gym every day after work.

Eddie shrugged his shoulders and went to the fridge.

"You know how it is. There was nothing most of the time today. I had an old lady on earlier who wanted to know if she had insurance cover when she was driving her husband's car. Maybe she would have, but it turned out her husband had been dead for three years. Completely calcified, the old woman."

Carl chuckled with mild amusement, while Becca actually laughed.

"What kind of shit is that? Where's my food?" Eddie asked the question more to himself than to his colleagues, pushing expired yoghurt pots and fruits that had apparently been left there since the time of Jesus Christ back and forth with increasing vehemence.

Then he remembered and slumped his shoulders.

"Fuck, I forgot I didn't think to bring anything this morning."

Becca immediately jumped to his side and offered, "I could give you something, Eddie."

Smiling, he shook his head.

"Oh nonsense, it's all right, I won't starve." One last look in the fridge and then he slammed the door shut again.

"Everything in there is crap or belongs to someone else. Well, tough luck."

After making a cup for himself and Esther at the decrepit coffee machine, Eddie sat down with his colleagues and started typing glumly on his smartphone.

"I've been saying for ages that if there's no canteen here, we need some kind of catering service. Some catering company that brings us something every day," said Becca, using her fork to pick at the strips of chicken drowned in dressing that she had saved for last.

"Just for cases like this."

Carl snorted contemptuously and replied: "Praesidium would never pay for something like that, not in a thousand years. That's how well I know the place by now."

Becca frowned as she chewed with sweet, full cheeks.

"Then at least they could have gotten our snack machine fixed. It's been fucked up for ages," she replied, pointing her fork full of chicken at the empty glass case with the broken sign in the corner of the room.

"Funny you should say that just now," Esther Woodworth said, entering the break room at that moment. Her blonde curls fell loosely over her shoulders in a tight-fitting black costume with a matching skirt. She had a flawless figure and quite ample breasts. Eddie liked to look at both attributes plus the firm bottom, but he would never have dared to try anything in that direction, even less than with Becca.

Esther took the coffee that had been made for her and pointed a manicured, red-lacquered finger out of the break room door she had just come through, towards the office exit. She sipped the black brew with relish.

"Praesidium doesn't forget its employees, but I just got the memo this morning," Esther added as she set the cup down again. Eddie lowered his cell phone and spun around in his chair. Curious, Becca and Carl leaned outwards in their seats to look to the left and right of their colleague.

A man in black overalls and a black cap was pulling a large, purple box up the last step to the office with a hand truck. The guy seemed to have a bit of a limp and looked very strong and well-built, but somehow also slightly stooped. He awkwardly placed the new vending machine against a wall and apparently began to search for a socket. The thing was much bigger than the broken one in the break room and probably wouldn't have fitted in here at all.

"I guess I'm psychic," Becca said proudly and Carl replied, "I'll come back to it later when they draw the lottery numbers."

"Huh, really funny coincidence, but fine by me," Eddie said, his stomach growling in agreement.

Finally, the delivery man approached the break room with a slight limp and pulled a small smart tablet out of one of the large pockets of his overalls. As he got closer, Eddie could make out more details of him. The cap sat pulled low on his face and underneath it appeared to be a bald patch. His face looked scruffy and rough, covered in what resembled the scars of extremely bad acne. All in all, not a very handsome guy. However, he was really quite tall and broad-shouldered. What Eddie also noticed immediately was the smell of burning when the delivery man entered the break room. Something that reminded him of grinding electrics.

With a grin of crooked teeth, the guy looked around and said, "Where can I find a Miss Woodworth, please?"

Eddie also thought his voice had a strange sound. Somehow lived-in and rough. All in all, not a very likeable appearance, but what did he care, he turned back to his cell phone.

"Here, they've found it. Sign with this?" Esther replied curtly, pointing to the tablet.

"If you would be so kind, ma'am."

The delivery man held the device out to her and she ran her index finger over the display. A soft crack could be heard, as if from a static discharge.

"Ouch!" came from Esther and she shook her right hand in annoyance. The delivery man quickly put the tablet back in his bag and, still grinning wryly, said: "Sorry, it happens sometimes. Maybe it's the carpet here on the floor."

Eddie looked up again and noticed the glowing red lettering embossed on the man's overalls. He could have sworn it hadn't been there earlier, but it must have been. Devil's Delight was written there in curved letters.

"When can we start using this thing?" he asked the delivery man.

"Hungry, eh?" he guessed, grinning incessantly. "You can theoretically use it straight away, but unfortunately there's nothing in it yet, but one of my employees will come by later to fill it, don't worry."

"Ah ha, thanks," Eddie replied a little disappointed and hoped it wouldn't take too long, he was actually quite hungry.

"Well then, have a nice day," said the Devil's Delight employee and walked out of the break room and with him, thankfully, the unpleasant smell. Eddie could have sworn that the guy was now limping a little less than before.

Chapter 2: The first goods

"Thank you very much, and have a nice day," Eddie said, letting the receiver click onto the phone on his desk. "Stupid bitch," he added afterwards. The day had continued as it had started, so not particularly spectacular. In the meantime, he had also become a little grumpy, not to say he was in a shit mood. His stomach growled and nagged at him while Eddie went through irrelevant lists and tables on his desktop.

"Hey, are you okay?" asked a female voice behind him. As he turned around, Eddie tried to put on a more tolerable face, as his hunger problem was nobody's fault but his own and his forgetfulness. Standing in the doorway to his modest office cube was a young woman in a short tartan skirt, high boots and a white blouse. She braced a hand at her side and looked at Eddie with a smile, her green eyes wide under her bright red mop of hair.

"Hey, Sara. No, everything's ok actually. I haven't had anything to eat at all today and it's just teasing me a little." Eddie stretched and yawned before adding: "Well, at least the day is almost done."

Little Sara Tubbing, only 19 years old, was the youngest member of the office staff. Eddie liked the cute little redhead and it had been a pleasant change to have her here a few months ago. She was a really pretty young woman whose bright eyes contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and redhead. As if to emphasize what he had just said, Eddie's stomach spoke up again.

"Oh, what a stupid thing to say. I went out for a quick bike ride during my lunch break. If I'd known, I would have brought you something." Sara lived in the city center, not far from the office building, and rode her bike there and back every day. Eddie wasn't quite sure, but he didn't think she even had a driver's license. Even in the worst weather and freezing cold, nothing had ever stopped her from pedaling.

Eddie waved her off and shook his head.

"Oh, it's not so bad. I was looking forward to it earlier because we got this new snack machine today of all days. But unfortunately no one has put anything in it yet."

Sara leaned back a little and looked behind the wall of the office cube in the direction of the new vending machine.

"Yes, I've noticed that thing too. Did it just come in today?"

"It was delivered by a really weird guy. The guy looked funny and kind of stank, but that's all right. Praesidium sponsored him and made him available to us. Esther signed for it but even she only got the message this morning that it was coming."

Eddie wondered how he himself could report such a trivial matter in such detail, but in an office like this, nothing out of the ordinary happened very often and you always had to find the best way to kill time with your colleagues.

"Mmh, I see," said Sara and then looked at Eddie again. "Anyway, I just wanted to ask if I could borrow your hole punch, mine's broken."

Eddie laughed and handed her the office utensil. "Well, if it's nothing else."

Sara took the hole punch and thanked him. Her skirt hem fluttering, she turned around and walked back to her own office cube which was right next to Eddie's. He watched the shapely ass in the skirt until it was out of sight. Just as he was about to turn around to do some work that was neither important nor actual work, the young woman stuck her redhead through the opening of his mini-office again.

"I think you're in luck, someone just came to do something on the vending machine."

Sarah's head retreated again and Eddie rose curiously to have a look for himself. Sure enough, a woman wearing an identical overall to the one the delivery man had been wearing was working on the new machine. Eddie saw petite shoulders, a blonde braid hanging out from under the black cap and reaching up to the woman's rump, as well as an ass underneath that looked even more appealing than the cheeks of Sarah or Becca. The temples of slim glasses were visible on her ears. Another feature he noticed, even at this distance, was that the skin on the woman's left cheek appeared to be darker than the rest. Maybe some kind of port-wine stain or something like that. Being only a man, Eddie watched the beautiful bottom and her owner work for a few more moments and then retreated back into his cube. He would wait until she had finished and then be the first to inspect the new vending machine and finally get something to bite on.

This meant that some time passed again, separating Edward Wales from his not too well-deserved but much longed-for evening off. At some point, he rolled his office chair to the opening of his small cubicle and peered out in the direction of the new vending machine. No one was to be seen there. Well, let's try our luck, thought Eddie, stood up and trotted off with his hands in his pockets.

"Welcome to Praesidium," he greeted the newest mechanical employee on this floor as he stood in front of the box. It was a beautiful and seemingly very modern device with a digital display that didn't show anything. The metal and plastic casing was a beautiful purple with red and orange elements and the large lettering: Devil's Delight.

Eddie's mood sank even further when he saw that all the levels of the vending machine were empty, not a tiny bag or a single lollipop was behind the glass. In the meantime, it didn't really matter, the end of the day was approaching and he wasn't going to starve. Perhaps they should rummage through the break room again for a stray packet of cookies or something similar. What Eddie was seriously wondering, however, was what the hell that blonde chick had been doing here earlier. Sighing with annoyance, Eddie was about to turn around again when he saw something glowing at eye level at the very back of the box. He stepped closer to the box and peered into the machine. There, at the far end of the plastic spiral that was supposed to transport the snacks to the front and drop them into the flap to be grabbed, was a lone chocolate bar. Eddie had never seen one like this before, but from the fact that it was also in a purple wrapper and had Devil's Delight written on it, he just assumed that it was the vending machine company's own brand. What did that mean again? Had the blonde woman with the pigtail just brought a damn candy bar in her pocket? Simply ridiculous. Eddie took another step back and looked up and down at the shiny, brand-new box. There were no signs anywhere with prices or descriptions of the goods and the display was still dark. Spotting a slot for coins, he pulled out his wallet but thought to himself what bullshit it was to put just one damn candy bar in the vending machine when you put it anywhere.

"How much money am I supposed to put in that thing anyway? Or is it even on?" At least the light inside the machine was on.

He threw a 25 cent piece into the slot as a test and, to his surprise, the machine buzzed to life and the spiral with the only available snack moved. Slowly the chocolate bar slid forward, finally tipped forward and fell down. Eddie stuck his hand into the flap of the vending machine and pulled out the purple wrapped candy.

"Wow, how lucky I am not to be starving. Waiting for this rich treat made the shitty day worthwhile," he said sarcastically to himself as he examined the bar. Earlier, when the candy had still been in its prison of plastic and glass, he had thought that the thing had somehow glowed or shimmered, but of course he had been mistaken. Shaking his head, he tore open the packet and took a bite. His eyes widened and as Eddie chewed, he gazed appreciatively at the bar in his hands. This thing was amazingly tasty, not to mention delicious. The chocolate had an excellent melting texture that you would never have expected from such an industrial product. It was also filled with a soft, white, very creamy custard and a kind of cherry-flavored fruit jelly. It was one hundred percent to the employee's taste.

He greedily shoved the rest of the Devil's Delight bar into his mouth and chewed contentedly. Of course, it wasn't something that really satisfied his hunger, but Eddie was surprised at how good it had tasted and how relieved he now felt. The packaging landed neatly in the garbage can next to the exit and after a final check in each compartment of the vending machine to see if there was anything else hidden inside, Eddie returned to his office cubicle. The surprise at the wonderful taste of this actually so simple candy never left him as he sat back in his chair and moved numbers from one file and spreadsheet to another.

So his day ended and, like everyone else on the earlier shift, Eddie hurried out of the building and to his car, which was already waiting for its owner in the parking lot. Before leaving the office, he took the opportunity to take another look at the vending machine, which unfortunately was still empty. Eddie subconsciously licked his lips as he did so. After saying goodbye to Becca and Carl in the parking lot, he drove to his small single apartment, which was only a few kilometers away. Undressing, showering, finally eating something proper and Eddie was damn hungry, followed by an after-work beer and a bit of staring at the TV before going to bed.

The next day began for Eddie like every other day of the working week, except that today he prepared himself a particularly sumptuous breakfast. Bacon and scrambled eggs, plenty of toast and then two muffins. He felt really quite hungry but thought nothing more of it. Eddie also managed, which he acknowledged with an exaggerated, Ha Ha, not today, to actually take something for lunch that day. A large tupperware bowl of pasta, to be precise. However, inside he was already hoping that the Devil's Delight vending machine had finally been refilled. This chocolate bar, which he had never seen anywhere other than yesterday, was really outrageously delicious.

Eddie turned into the parking lot of the office building in his car just as Becca and Marion da Silva got out of their own cars. The latter was a rather plump, friendly Latina in her early 30s and the last of the early shift in the office. She was wearing a knitted sweater and tight leggings, which showed off her protruding bottom nicely. When it came to her bust, however, nature had meant even better with Marion's southern genes and two huge breasts bulged out her top quite a bit. After a brief greeting, all three of them went inside. They took one of the elevators. Eddie probably wouldn't have minded the stairs, although the 18th floor was quite a challenge even for him, but it would have been completely unthinkable for his two plumper companions to manage all those steps.

Having finally arrived at his workplace, Eddie went straight to the brand new vending machine without giving it much thought. He was pleased to see that this time several of the chocolate bars filled the rows of the machine. The display was now also active. Apparently you could choose which snacks you liked there. Basically quite logical, but Eddie didn't quite understand why it had been off yesterday and on today, even though only one type of candy had been available in both cases. In the end, it was completely irrelevant and he pulled his wallet out of his pocket.

"Tomorrow. You don't need that anymore," mumbled a woman's voice with a full mouth behind Eddie and he turned around. Behind him stood Sara Tubbing, the little trainee at the Praesidium branch. Just like the day before, she was wearing a blouse and skirt, only this time in different colors. She was holding a bitten Devil's Delight chocolate bar in her hand and chewing with very full cheeks. Sara's cute mouth was slightly smeared with chocolate, which Eddie thought was pretty cute.

"Morning yourself. Why don't I need money to get something?" he asked, a little confused but also amused. "Do they give away their sweets?"

Sarah shook her head and shoved the rest of the bar into her mouth, which was still almost full. Eddie noticed how she closed her eyes in pleasure. The young woman then chewed for a while before answering: "I read about it in our internal e-mails this morning. The vending machine company has signed an agreement with Praesidium. All employees have free access to it and can use it freely."

Eddie frowned and looked at the vending machine again. "Wow, they could have told us that straight away. It was only a few cents yesterday, but then I'm probably the only idiot who put any money in that thing."

"You'll survive, big guy," was Sara's reply, with mock sadness. Before the young woman went back to her workstation, Eddie thought he saw that the trainee's light blue blouse was quite tight around her stomach. He dismissed it as his imagination and didn't give it a second thought. Much more important was the vending machine in front of him with its delicious treasures inside. Eddie tapped something on the display and five chocolate bars gradually fell into the dispensing flap. His mouth was already watering at the thought of the full-bodied chocolate. This day was going to be fantastic, or at least better than the last one, and these little calorie bombs would make it even sweeter.

Eddie ate one of the bars as he walked, while he deposited the rest on the desk in his office cubicle. He then entered the break room in a good mood and made himself a coffee. When he had finished the sweet, he threw the plastic wrapper into the garbage can and was surprised to see that there were already quite a few of them in there. Everyone in the office seemed to really like this stuff, but that was no surprise given how they tasted and they were practically free. In a good mood and with a steaming cup of coffee, Eddie made his way back to his desk. Before he turned into his cubicle, he saw Becca and Carl standing in front of the vending machine and making preparations to take chocolate bars as well.

The four remaining chocolate bars, which Eddie had planned to eat throughout the day, had already been consumed within the first hour of his working day. So while Eddie took his first calls and typed on his PC, his stomach began to growl again. After his hearty breakfast and five chocolate bars, this should have surprised him, but the employee didn't give it a second thought. Instead, he took the packet of pasta out of his rucksack and began to shovel it in while staring at the screen. Basically, eating was not allowed in the cabins and even snacks like the Devil's Delight bars were a gray area at best, but at that moment Eddie didn't care more, he was just hungry.

Satisfied and quite full, with one hand on his bulging belly, Eddie went about his business after the pack had been emptied. As he did so, he glimpsed Sara leaving and returning to her cubicle right next to his several times. She was usually unnoticed throughout the day unless she had a question about a particular process she didn't quite understand or something similar. Eddie remembered that the young woman still had his punch from yesterday. With a sigh of relief, he got up from his chair and left his little realm of plastic and pressboard. Completely subconsciously, the employee's gaze first wandered to the new vending machine. Chad Harklay and Kyle Robinson, two of his colleagues in the office who were assigned to the later shift, were standing in front of the machine and one of them put his hand in the dispensing flap. They were approached by Marion, with her massive, heaving breasts and curly black hair. The Latina with the disproportionate bells was eating one of the sandwiches she liked to bring for her lunch break. Did she also want to get a snack from the vending machine? Too bad, there won't be anything left soon, Eddie thought to himself and went to the entrance of Sara's office cube.

The young woman was sitting there, leaning back on her office chair and holding her stomach. It was large and bloated. It was a large ball pressed against the young woman's poor top. There were numerous packets of chocolate bars on Sara's desk, some from Devil's Delight but also many from other popular brands. There were also several bags of chips, empty cans and an empty box of donuts. Sarah's garbage can was also overflowing with packaging, mainly bars from the new vending machine. Eddie stared at the young trainee, but as funny as this image of the overstuffed stomach, which was visibly straining her blouse, should have been, he didn't really care. At first he was a little surprised, but this feeling quickly disappeared from his mind. Sara was just really hungry today, why not?

"Hey, I just wanted to get my hole punch back. Did you go to the cellar to get a new one?"

Sara seemed to have been in some kind of overeating-induced trance and jumped up. She immediately sat up straight again and her small hands flew from her stomach back to the cluttered desk. The sudden clenching of her overstretched stomach caused her to let out a suppressed burp. Her cheeks flushed a little as she tried to make some order out of the remains of her gorging. Eddie didn't know what she had suddenly.

"Yeah...uh...go ahead. I forgot yesterday. What was in the cellar?" she said, slightly confused.

"I wonder if you've already taken a new hole punch of your own from our office supply store in the basement," Eddie repeated slowly and calmly as he looked at the bulging belly that was almost bursting the first button on her blouse.

Sara looked at him and although her face was slightly red, she seemed to have regained her composure. Seemingly subconsciously, she began to massage her full belly with one hand and reached with her other for the last few potato chips that were still in one of the bags.

"No, I haven't done that yet. I'll do it sometime today."

"All right," Eddie said simply and went back after grabbing his hole punch. With the office supplies still in his hand, he trotted towards the Devil's Delight vending machine, from which three other of his coworkers were just walking away, their hands full of purple wrapped candy. As he stood in front of the vending machine, he was surprised to see that, contrary to his suspicions, the machine had not been looted by the employees, but that, unless he was very much mistaken, it contained even more bars than earlier that morning. Eddie also briefly thought he recognized the purple glow from the day before. He shook his head and assumed that some supplier, perhaps the hot wearer of the blond pigtail again, had refilled the vending machine. That would have been strangely speedy, especially considering that there had only been one of the damn tasty things yesterday, but who cared. Still in a good mood, Eddie tapped on the display and then watched expectantly and with a watery mouth as the plastic spiral of the vending machine turned and seven of the purple-wrapped delicacies fell down one after the other. Without realizing it, he rubbed his still very full and slightly protruding stomach. Behind him, two other employees were already coming out of their cubes to line up behind their colleague at the new, deliciously dispensing miracle machine.

Chapter 3: Supply and demand

Groaning, Rebecca Norton rubbed her hands over her taut belly. The young blonde had unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing today and her actually soft bacon belly bulged forward as a large, hard ball. Her skin was pale but adorned with a few red stretch marks and Becca's small hands gently massaged her overstuffed belly. Leaning back and completely overeaten, the young employee sat on the office chair in her cubicle with her eyes closed. Moaning and occasionally emitting small burps, she stroked her stuffed midriff. The desk in front of her was littered with dirty plates, bottles and empty wrappers, the latter mainly of sweets from the Devil's Delight vending machine.

Rebecca had always been a rather plump woman who had tried numerous diets in her life. She had never been able to make any kind of diet plan work for her in the long term, she simply loved eating unhealthy and sweet foods far too much. The last resolutions to lose weight that Becca had made at the beginning of the month were quickly ruined by the newly installed vending machine. Every day, she indulged in several of the delicious bars, as did basically every one of her coworkers. However, the young woman had realized that she didn't care one bit and neither did anyone else in the office. Everyone seemed to be stuffing their faces with these things and no one was surprised by this behavior. Becca was just fine with it and unlike before, when she had often felt remorse when she had indulged in too many sweets, she now simply enjoyed everything that landed in her sweet little mouth without a care in the world.

The vending machine had been in the Praesidium office for almost two weeks now and had already become a permanent fixture in the daily routine of all the employees there. Without a break, the men and women in the office went back to their office cubes with arms full of chocolate bars to shove the calorie bombs into their mouths unabashedly. The consumption of any other food, regardless of the time of day, had also increased enormously. Employees were bringing more and more soft drinks or fast food to work, or huge portions of home-cooked food or leftovers from the previous day. Almost every day, people would drive to restaurants, supermarkets or fast food chains during their lunch break and place huge orders for the entire workforce. The hunger of everyone in the office seemed to grow and grow, but no one seemed to really notice, or rather everyone noticed, but no one cared.

Today was Kyle Robinson's birthday and he had brought four complete cakes for himself and his colleagues. They were ready-made products, but from a good brand and pretty tasty. Becca alone had stuffed almost three quarters of a cake into her growling stomach, but nobody seemed to be surprised. So now she sat in front of her desk and massaged the taut flab in her stomach. Before arriving at the office, she had enjoyed a hearty breakfast at home and then squeezed into her rather tight blouse and skimpy jeans. The young woman had briefly wondered why it didn't bother her at all to eat like that and to have obviously put on weight again, but then she had discarded even that thought and treated herself to another Devil's Delight chocolate bar that she had brought home from work. When Becca had arrived at the office, she had immediately eaten the sandwiches she had brought from the bakery and then half a dozen chocolate bars before finishing off with a huge amount of creamy cake.

Becca now looked lazily at her screen and sighed when she saw that there was more work waiting for her. How she would have loved to take a nap now and just digest, but it was no use. Groaning, she got up from her office chair and placed her soft little hands on the sides of her protruding belly. She let her fingers glide tenderly over the taut but soft skin as she looked down at the large ball from above. Large, juicy breasts, squeezed into a black bra that had become too tight, took away most of Becca's view of her belly. She now weighed in at 115 kg, which was 7 kilos more since this strange machine had been installed. A pretty blatant achievement, Rebecca thought, but it didn't bother her at all. The young woman's hands wandered from her stomach over her wide hips to her protruding bottom. She clearly noticed that her bottom had taken on some of the new kilos and was clearly straining her poor jeans. The cushion of her office chair was already covered quite extensively. Becca knew that she looked like a sausage in too small a skin and that rolls and dents were showing everywhere, but the fat woman didn't care one bit. With a groan, she tried to fasten the button on the jeans she had had to undo during her gluttony, but to no avail. Instead, she simply fastened the buttons of her blouse over her overflowing boobs and bloated belly, which was already a minor miracle, and then used the top to conceal the gaping pants. Slightly annoyed, Becca noticed that chocolate was still stuck to her fingers and she now had a few stains on her blouse, but there was nothing she could do about that now. She grabbed the large plastic bottle of cola on her desk and emptied it completely. With each pumping, gurgling gulp, Becca felt her overstretched belly expand even further and she loved the feeling. Carelessly, she dropped the empty bottle to the floor while she rubbed her bulging belly, breathing heavily. The fat blonde was completely overeaten and looked like she was five months pregnant.

"Ahhh...that felt good." Exhausted and with a considerable burp, the more than just plump blonde plopped back down on her chair.

Exhausted but happy, Becca then typed numbers into the tables on her screen with one hand while she continued to rub her bloated belly with the other. A neat muffin top slipped over the waistband of her pants, while a good section of her panties was visible on her fat bottom. Becca "worked" in this way for a good half hour until her stomach slowly relaxed and, to her own amazement, began to growl again. Groaning once again and holding her belly, which was longing for more but was still quite full, the fat blonde got up from her seat and left her cubicle.

Marion da Silva sat in front of her computer with a belly just as full as Becca's and typed away on the keyboard with even more dedication than her colleague. The plump Latina's belly was also filled with cake, but also with several portions of cereal, pancakes, donuts, four sandwiches and half a liter of the chili she had brought from home. Marion quickly finished the last sentence in the report she had been working on and then, like Becca before her, leaned back in her office cube and stretched. Heavy and decadent, the little Latina's bulging belly pushed forward under the sweatshirt she was wearing. Marion's pride and joy was enthroned on her paunch, her colossal udders swaying lazily back and forth. These tits had grown quite a bit in the last few weeks and, when they were freed from the bra, hung over the navel of the little woman's fat, round belly. Huge, pumped up with fat, riddled with veins and with widely stretched areolas. Of course, Marion knew that none of this was a coincidence. All of her clothes were damn tight and her monster tits wanted to escape from all of them in every conceivable direction. Even now, the Latina's udders were piling up in her cleavage and spilling out of the garment like overflowing pudding. As she had done several times that day, Marion tugged at her pinching bra straps, which cut unpleasantly into her new fat pads. It was annoying, but the Latina didn't mind the weight gain. She loved her breasts and liked feeling them grow, while the new curves on the rest of her body didn't bother her either.

While Marion read through what she had written again, she popped potato potato chips into her mouth with one hand and put a can of Coke to her lips with the other. Just like Becca, she felt her already well-stretched belly filling up even more and the big-breasted Latina really liked it. Lately, she had simply been terribly hungry all the time and every filling of her stomach gave her great pleasure. With a little burp, Marion threw the empty can into her waste basket, which was overflowing with packaging waste. With a sigh, the short, fat woman stretched out on her office chair. She was startled when an audible tear cut through the air. Instantly, Marion felt a great weight fall from her full belly as her monstrous udders pushed out to the sides. Her large, custom-made bra had ripped at the front between both cups. The fat-enhanced strain must have simply become too much as the Latina had stretched and stretched extensively. At first, the woman panicked and thought feverishly about what she should do now. What would her colleagues think when they saw her like this, she couldn't walk around with such huge, free-swinging bells. But while these thoughts were still running through Marion's mind, she realized that it actually felt much more comfortable this way and it also meant that her poor, full belly wasn't so badly strained. Slowly, Marion's hands wandered to her sprawling tits and she pushed up her top, which had become quite tight in recent weeks. Completely shameless and ignoring the fact that any of her colleagues could be sticking their heads into her office cube at that moment, the Latina massaged her cow-sized breasts. Actually much better this way, Marion thought to herself as her fingers sank into the overflowing, caramel-colored fat of her breasts. Finally, the fat woman took off her top completely, the fat of her fleshy arms wobbling neatly, and removed her ruined bra. When Marion then pulled the sweatshirt back over her huge udders, which were swinging left and right, she felt much better. Who would have thought that, the fat Latina asked herself in her mind and shoved potato chips into her mouth again while she patted the belly rising between her soft mountains of tits. Marion was actually feeling really hungry again now, and not just hungry. Now that her stomach had been relieved of the burden of her massive bosom, she searched her full desk for something to eat, ideally something salty. Finally, she spotted a bag of mini pretzels that she had brought with her a few days ago but had probably overlooked until now. She greedily stuffed the crispy contents into her mouth, chewing and swallowing, which only satisfied her stomach for a short time. In a good mood and with her breasts now swinging freely, Marion got up from her office chair and moved her fat pads, squeezed into too-tight clothes, out of her office cube.

While Marion da Silva's pitiful and completely overstretched bra was doing its job in front of her well-grown bacon tits, Sara Tubbing sat in her cubicle and held her very own binge. With her head back so that her beautiful red hair hung down her back, she drank greedily from a shaker she had brought from home. Like all her colleagues, the young trainee's hunger had increased almost immeasurably over the last few days. Sara had developed an almost obsessive urge to fill her stomach, which was begging to be filled. She was constantly stuffing food into her mouth from every source available to her and was now chewing non-stop. The young woman's ex-boyfriend had been a real fitness freak and had left quite a few protein powders and weight gain shakes behind when they broke up. This had also been an absolutely welcome filling for Sarah to calm her stomach, which was constantly craving more.

Breathing heavily and with a smeared mouth, Sarah lowered the empty cup; it had been her third for the day, but it was all she had been able to bring to work in her bag. A few drops had run down the corners of her mouth and stained her light-colored blouse, but she didn't really care. She lasciviously licked her tongue over her full, beautiful lips and stroked her overstuffed belly with one hand. Of course, Sarah had also eaten a lot of the cake and everything else she had eaten that day. Her stuffed belly bulged menacingly over the tight waistband of her denim skirt, which cut painfully into her still quite new love handles. Becca was a good deal fatter than Sara, but the blonde's overstuffed paunch was still dwarfed by the trainee's belly, which was stretched to bursting point. The middle button of the poor, now stained top that the redhead had squeezed herself into this morning had capitulated and popped off.

Burping and moaning, the young woman held her large, rock-hard belly. Through the opening in her blouse, where the button had once held the fabric, you could see her cute belly button, which was under a lot of tension.

"Oh my God, I'm going to explode," the redhead moaned in agony and tried to sit down a little more comfortably. Her stomach was extremely tight and tense, but that was exactly what she loved. Sara loved gorging herself like this and if she had been given more food, she would have continued to eat without hesitation. Exhausted, she looked around her desk, which was littered with boxes, and grabbed a Devil's Delight bar that was still wrapped up.

As she savored the chocolate, Sara thought about what had been going on with her over the last few days and why she constantly felt like she was starving if she didn't fill her stomach to bursting point. The young woman would never have dreamed that at some point she would let herself go and gorge herself like this and lose her slim, firm figure as a result. Sara had discovered small, growing fat deposits all over her flawless body, which were slowly enlarging into cute rolls and wrinkles. Just a few days ago, it would have been unthinkable for her to eat all her ex-boyfriend's fitness stuff, without any intention of working out at the gym. The young employee just wanted to be full and satisfied, by any means necessary.

The bar was quickly consumed and Sara held her overfull fattening stomach with an exhausted look and a mouth smeared with chocolate. She was full to the brim but somewhere in her mind was a small thought urging her to stuff and pump herself even more. There was nothing left to eat in her cabin and so the fattened woman struggled up from her chair for the umpteenth time that day.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with me?" she asked herself as she stood hunched over, holding her heavy, aching, pressing belly. Sara knew she looked like a pregnant woman, with a stained, burst blouse to boot. With a little burp of relief, she pushed the waistband of her denim skirt down a little further. At least there was a little less pressure on her poor, overstretched stomach. The young woman staggered out of her cubicle, groaning with difficulty.

As Becca, Marion and Sara stepped out of their cubicles and shuffled leisurely towards the Devil's Delight vending machine, the latter unabashedly rubbing her rather bloated belly under her stained blouse, Eddie and James Lauders were already standing at the vending machine. Both were munching on the bars that the entire staff of the Praesidium office had become addicted to in no time at all, watching the delivery girl with the blond pigtail load new goods into the machine. Eddie wondered if the company had changed anything about the machine in the last few days, because it seemed to glow much more intensely and every display and light on the thing was a lot brighter than it had been at the beginning. At least that's what Eddie thought and shoved the rest of his chocolate bar into his mouth. Like all his colleagues, he too had put on a disproportionate amount of weight in the last two weeks. He was, of course, fully aware of the reason for this as, like everyone else, he was constantly stuffing himself with the new sweets and everything else he could get his hands on. By now, Eddie's pants were pinching quite a bit and a small potbelly was beginning to bulge over the waistband. His cheeks and chin had also become noticeably rounder and his man boobs seemed to have grown too. The young man's shirt was quite tight and every button was under tension, while his belly, which was now bulging at all times, strained the fabric.

Chewing his fat cheeks, Eddie watched as the hot blonde in the black overall took colorfully wrapped sweets from cardboard boxes and filled them into the still empty rows of shelves in the vending machine. An expansive, big butt, perfect for packing, filled the dark outfit with matching rather chunky thighs. Yet there was nothing at all hanging off the Devil's Delight employee. She was juicy, fleshy and voluptuous but still firm and crisp at the same time. Her long braid swung cheekily from side to side as she went about her business. Both Eddie and James were mesmerized by the hair and the beautiful bottom and didn't really take any notice of what the woman was actually putting into the machine. However, the sight didn't stop them from shoving one chocolate bar after another into their mouths.

It would have been cheeky to see these two munching, out-of-touch guys staring so openly at the ass of a bending woman, but the lady in question didn't seem to mind, nor did anyone else in the office.

"So, gentleman, that's that," said the Devil's Delight employee, closing the vending machine and turning to face the two men. Eddie in his shirt, which had become too tight, looked up quickly and James, who had always been a bit chubby and whose huge beer belly was now clearly spilling over his belt and doing the same to his colleague.

For the first time, Eddie could now make out an embroidered name on the blonde woman's overalls, or at least he thought it must be her name. It was written in red letters on her ample bust: Ghilan. Was that really a woman's name? Eddie didn't really care. He put on a charming smile and said: "Thank you very much, we really like all your products here. It's great that they've put this thing here."

Ghilan's mouth formed into a very wide grin and she looked Eddie over from head to toe while putting her hands on her wide hips.

"I'd love to, sweetheart. We're here to give them everything they need. It's taken a while, but we've finally got some great new things for you." It was only now that Eddie noticed the brand, or whatever it was, on the left side of her face. The large glasses Ghilan was wearing were a good distraction and she had also skillfully concealed it with make-up. He admired what a stunningly beautiful woman she was, even with this blemish.

Her gaze wandered past Eddie and the grin widened a little as she licked the tip of her tongue briefly over her full lips.

"Hello, ladies. Feeling a little peckish? You're just in time to sample our latest selection."

Edward and James turned around briefly and saw the three slightly disheveled and obviously quite full women walking towards them. Their gazes lingered a little longer on Marion's lasciviously swaying breasts, which sagged to at least the height of her navel when she was standing and looked like soft basketballs under her top. The Latina didn't seem to mind the stares at all and all three of them showed off their full bosoms and didn't care about any stares. Finally, all five stood in front of Ghilan and either held their bellies, breasts or shoved new snacks into their greedy mouths. Smiling happily, the blonde woman in the overalls looked at the people in front of her, who ranged from plump to fat but were all full to the brim and were only going to get even fatter in the near future.

Then the elevator next to the vending machine and the door to the stairwell opened and someone entered the office floor. Ghilan's gaze immediately dropped and her grin disappeared.

"Take a good look at everything. We have something for everyone," she said quickly and then walked over to the tall man who had just entered the room.

Chapter 4: A new contract

Esther Woodworth looked out through the glass walls of her separate office into the large room with the numerous office cubes of her employees. She, too, had had a very good time in the time since the Devil's Delight machine had been installed. Her hunger, not to say her greed for food, had gotten completely out of control. As a result, Esther's office was also surrounded by a hodgepodge of garbage and tons of packaging waste. The boss just shoved another of the delicious chocolate bars into her smeared mouth and chewed with relish while she stroked her bloated belly with her manicured and painted fingers. Esther had become particularly addicted to overeating, without anyone in the office being bothered by it, and had fattened herself up non-stop after work. Every night she fell asleep at home with her stomach painfully distended, like a balloon about to burst. Moaning and burping, she had then always held and massaged her stomach and as soon as she woke up the next morning, she had continued to stuff herself without restraint.

While the middle-aged woman, who had been the captain of this little cutter called an insurance office for several years, chewed her cud, she saw her 1 p.m. appointment step out of the elevator. Esther had just received an e-mail from the Praesidium head office telling her to be ready for an important visit. All the details about the upcoming deal had already been clarified and she was only supposed to sign the contract as branch manager. The boss had even been a little pleased about the news, although two weeks ago she would never have believed that such a small, sweet calorie bomb could have such an impact on her life. The sweets from Devil's Delight were already basically running her life, not just her working day. Esther, however, welcomed the growing hunger in her and the insatiable craving for food, which went so far that she fattened her stomach to the absolute limit every day.

The visit Esther Woodworth was now expecting came from Devil's Delight headquarters and brought with it a new contract to install a few more vending machines in the office. Esther had initially wondered how much money Praesidium had forked out for its lowest-level employees, but she didn't really care. However, the boss's mouth was already watering, her stomach was growling like crazy and everything in her head was revolving around the thought of having more of this company's incredibly tasty products in the office.

The tall man from Devil's Delight approached Esther's office with long, straight strides. As luck would have it, or maybe it wasn't, another employee of the confectionery company had come in today to refill the vending machine and apparently put new calorie bombs on the shelves. Esther couldn't wait to get started and shove all the sweet fattening treats into her greedy mouth.

She ran her fingers through her hair to tidy up her mane, tried to pull her somewhat stained top taut, which didn't really work due to her swollen, bloated belly, and sat up a little straighter behind her desk. The glass door to the separate office opened and the tall, broad-shouldered man in black jeans and a dark jacket walked in, followed by his blonde coworker. Esther had the impression that she had seen the handsome face in front of her before, and his stature also looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't think of where. She stood up awkwardly and thought that this had all been much easier a short time ago. Her overstuffed belly pressed uncomfortably against her overstretched top and a bulge of pale flesh peeked out from underneath and spilled over the waistband of her boss's pants. With a broad grin, the man scrutinized her from head to toe, which made Esther, who had become quite plump in such a short time and was also completely overeaten, blush a little. She was aware of how she herself looked, how grubby and far too tight her clothes were and what her office looked like, but strangely enough, the otherwise so orderly and disciplined woman immediately pushed these thoughts aside.

They shook hands, a strange feeling of discomfort creeping up the back of Esther's neck and making her briefly forget her oppressive, aching stomach. Meanwhile, the man with gelled blond hair looked at her penetratingly. Apart from what Esther thought were acne scars or something similar, his face was pretty to look at and quite charming. When the handshake came off, the uneasy feeling was immediately gone.

"Levi D. Staan, head of the sales department at Devil's Delight. How do you do, my dear," he greeted Esther in a buttery voice. She had to smile, involuntarily flattered. Either he didn't seem to notice, which was basically impossible, or he wasn't bothered by her grotesquely bloated paunch, which bulged out between the buttons of her blouse and peeked out at the bottom. Nor did Staan seem to notice the stains or Esther's chocolate-smeared mouth in the slightest.

"Esther Woodworth, pleased to meet you too." She glanced at the blonde standing somewhat shyly behind Staan, looking slightly absently down at her large breasts.

"And they are?"

Staan's mouth twisted briefly and he made a dismissive gesture with his hand.

"That's not important." His charming expression returned almost immediately and he added: "Why don't you sit down first, my dear?" The blonde had neither reacted to Esther addressing her nor to Staan's unfriendly reply. Instead, she just stood there and played with her long, blonde braid as if she was just decoration and had nothing to contribute to the conversation that followed. Esther had a firm policy of treating low-level employees in the same way as any top manager. Normally, she would have immediately vented her displeasure at such treatment of subordinates. Without knowing exactly why, however, she refrained from doing so at that moment and before she knew it, she slumped languidly back onto her office chair, causing all the new fat pads on her to shake. Esther almost felt as if Staan's words had actually made her sit down with gentle pressure, because she couldn't remember giving her body the command to do so.

Staan took a seat opposite the office manager and crossed his muscular legs, still smiling warmly. Esther had wanted to say something, but she couldn't think of what as she looked briefly into the penetrating eyes of the man in front of her desk. The blonde continued to stand there absently, but Esther had already stopped paying attention to her. All her attention was taken up by Staan who now began to speak: "As you already know, the company I represent has reached a new agreement with your employer." He made a sweeping gesture with his arms. "You can all consider yourselves overjoyed to be the first chosen ones to enjoy our latest creations."

Esther nodded and said: "All my employees have taken to their product pretty well. The vending machine doesn't stand still for a minute." Staan laughed and showed strong, pointed teeth.

"Yes, I'll take your word for it. You can see it quite clearly, my dear. Everyone here is of the chubbier variety and their clothes are also a bit...figure-hugging." He pointed to Esther's bulging belly, which she had subconsciously rubbed with one hand. The blush immediately rose to the face of the otherwise so self-confident and tough woman. I can't believe how brazenly this guy said something like that. Funnily enough, Esther felt the words hit her, but she didn't feel the need to say anything back, nor did it stop her from continuing to stroke the stretched and stretched layer of fat on her protruding belly. Staan laughed again and his predatory grin grew even wider.

"Don't be embarrassed at all, my dear. Eating is one of the greatest pleasures in a person's life. My company is dedicated to the pleasures and desires of people. We have become quite good at fulfilling these requirements over time. I can tell you my dear, our latest products will hit you and your people like a bomb. We have big plans for you and it won't be long before you see our vending machines and products everywhere, on every street corner, in every public building and every business." Staan leaned back and smoothed out his black jacket. Esther had listened to him almost spellbound and continued to massage her full belly. Staan's voice was strong and soft at the same time, melodious and you were almost invited to sink dreamily into your thoughts while listening to him. The only thing that disturbed her a little and throbbed in the back of her mind like a bad premonition was the smell she detected. Staan seemed to be using a fairly strong aftershave, but underneath that strong scent, the area manager detected something burnt, even slightly sulphurous.

"Basically, I just came here to get their permission to set up the new equipment as quickly as possible. As before, Praesidium will cover all the food costs as a bonus for the employees. From now on, we will be offering a much wider range of products here." With these words, Staan pulled a single printed sheet of paper from the inside of his jacket. Although he must have kept it there the whole time, it was completely crease and wrinkle-free.

"You're welcome to read through everything again at your leisure, but everything should be clear, shouldn't it, my dear?"

"Everything should be clear," Esther repeated, strangely toneless, and took the document. As she reached for a pen, Staan smiled and handed her one of his own, which he had pulled out of his jacket.

"Thank you, that's nice of you."

Without going through the text on the document again, something that would never have happened to the Esther of a few weeks ago, she signed on the line provided. If possible, Staan's somehow charming but also somewhat intimidating grin widened and he quickly took the contract back.

"Excellent! You'll soon notice some serious changes, but I can promise you that you'll just love it." Before Esther could reply, a loud grumble filled the small, glass room. Embarrassed, she clutched her growling stomach with both hands. It was impossible that she could be hungry again. How was it even possible for a stomach to be so full and at the same time growling for more food? Esther didn't understand it, but what she felt was an almost animalistic desire to rush to the Devil's Delight vending machine she could see through her office windows and devour everything it had to offer.

Staan leaned over to her conspiratorially and said with poorly suppressed mirth: "What's that I hear, my dear? I think someone wants some more of our little happiness makers, don't you? After all, we've been talking here for a whole two, maybe even three minutes. Someone with an appetite as blessed as yours shouldn't have to hold back for so long. As luck would have it, we've brought you something from our new range." Staan snapped his fingers gruffly and the blonde with a pigtail stepped forward. She placed a cardboard box in front of Esther on the cluttered, untidy desk, which the office manager hadn't noticed before. Where had it come from, Esther asked herself and could have sworn that the woman had been fiddling with her braid the whole time without holding anything in her hands or having brought anything into the office. However, in the next moment, a delicious smell hit Esther's nose, sweeping away all thoughts and considerations about things that made sense or not.

"Is this for me?" she asked immediately, as she hurriedly tore open the box.

Staan spread his arms patronizingly, grinning broadly.

"But of course it's for you. Who else would it be for? I'm only here to look after you and all your employees. Enjoy it."

Esther looked from Staan to the box in front of her, which now contained a large quantity of cakes in plastic trays. There were all sorts of different varieties, from cheesecake to cream cake, apple pie to Danube wave. All were packaged in black bowls with transparent lids. Every single piece looked heavenly and some even seemed to be still warm. Esther didn't waste a thought on how this could be, but ripped open the lid of the first package and shoved the first calorie bomb into her mouth with her hand. The first piece was devoured in three huge bites. Esther puffed her cheeks full and tried to swallow, but didn't quite succeed. She greedily reached for the half-full coffee cup on her table and washed it down. Panting and gasping, she grabbed the next piece of cake and shoved it into her eagerly open mouth. A warm wave of satisfaction flowed through her as she felt her stomach finally being filled further. She immediately stuffed the third piece into her mouth, moaning and panting. It tasted delicious. Buttercream, cream, icing and fruit, all delicious without equal. Staan and his companion were already only marginally aware of her. There was only one thing that mattered to Esther now, and that was to satisfy her monstrous hunger.

"I think we're done here. Come on," Staan said with satisfaction and stood up. He watched for a moment as the woman behind the desk shoved her fifth piece of cake into her mouth and wiped her completely smudged fingers on her already stained top. With her next breath, one of the buttons burst from her taut blouse and a load of overstuffed, fattened belly fat pushed forward. A groan and a loud belch escaped the head of the office, but she immediately grabbed the next piece of cake from the cardboard box. Very satisfied with his work here so far, Staan turned to the door and left the office with his subordinate in tow.