Devil's Delight - Act 2 (Patreon)
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(WG, XWG, Stuffing, BBW, SSBBW, USSBBW, BHM, SSBHM, USSBHM, Immobility, Masturbation, Demonic magic, Mind loss, light Slob)
Chapter 1: A satisfied staff
As the weeks and months passed, the laziness and girth of the employees in the small branch of Praesidium increased. A multitude of new vending machines were added, each offering different fancy delicacies. Various sweets were joined by all kinds of soft drinks, salty snacks and, at some point, complete ready meals. In a large, fairly new vending machine, which had been set up in the break room, you could heat up plastic packs of pasta, gyros or chicken. There was something for everyone in the entire office space and, as if by magic, all the goods were completely replenished overnight. A vending machine with pre-packed cakes and tarts particularly appealed to some employees. Just like a kind of salad bar that had been set up by Devil's Delight. Although there were lots of vegetables, everyone in the office was always loading up on meat, cheese and fatty dressings on their greens and there were countless high-calorie toppings such as avocado and fried onions. As a result, these dishes also contributed to a steady increase in the weight of the employees, who didn't mind in the slightest.
About every week, a new dispenser of sinfully delicious treats was added, causing people in the office to stuff themselves even more unrestrainedly and overstretch their stomachs to bursting point with sweets and ready meals. The old coffee machine, which everyone regularly avoided cleaning, was replaced by a machine that created excellent coffee brews with all kinds of extras such as chocolate sprinkles, almond milk or even small marshmallows. Every day, the gaining men and women of the office queued up in front of the machine to pick up the extremely sweet and fatty drinks. On this occasion, everyone always helped themselves to the equally new display of donuts and custard bites or rummaged through the also new, huge, shiny fridge sponsored by Devil's Delight. This gently humming miracle appliance was apparently also refilled every night or when there was actually no one in the kitchen, which rarely happened, with all the goodies that the very greedy employees could imagine. The rest of the break room was also redesigned by Devil's Delight to create more space for additional equipment and vending machines. The table and chairs were removed so that the employees had to waddle to the food and then return to their increasingly cramped workstations. The fat men and women then slumped heavily onto their groaning office chairs and poured over their arms full of treats, potato chips, drinks, hot meals, rolls, sandwiches and cakes.
Leaning far back in her busy office chair, Becca held her aching stomach. Even by her standards, she had definitely overdone it on this lunch break. Countless empty wrappers were piled up on the table in front of her, evidence of the binge that had just ended and was basically a daily occurrence. The little woman's stomach protruded from her belly like an over-inflated ball and felt as hard as a rock. Panting and gasping heavily, she massaged her stretched bulge. Beneath it, her flabby hanging belly, jagged with stretch marks, pushed out lazily. The blouse she was wearing today was as tight as a second skin and two of the buttons had popped off, even though Becca had only changed her wardrobe a week ago. Heavy and decadent, her immense belly fat poured into her lap and hung towards the floor in the middle of her wide-spread legs. These legs had also swollen enormously recently and were developing more and more rolls of fat that hung down her thighs, wobbling and incredibly soft. In fact, the young woman had taken to wearing only very stretchy pants, as she was growing out of everything else far too quickly these days. Although jogging bottoms and a white blouse were not a very aesthetically pleasing combination, covered in gravy stains and crumbs to boot, she didn't care one bit, and neither did anyone else in the office.
Behind Becca, her impossibly wide ass pushed off the seat of the office chair on all sides and hung down to the floor. Stacks of cute little rolls of back fat adorned the small, fat woman's back and you could clearly see how the much too small bra cut into her soft flab. Like everyone else in the office, Rebecca had grown incredibly wide recently and had put on quite a bit of weight. Actually, that was an understatement, because every employee on the floor was now extremely overweight. However, it didn't bother Becca any more than any of her other colleagues. All that mattered was stuffing herself with an endless stream of delicious Devil's Delight products every day. It was simply an indescribable pleasure and a firework that exploded in your head with every sip and every bite and no one in the office wanted to miss it for a moment. Eating, not to say completely decadent, unrestrained and unbridled stuffing, determined everyday life in the office. Work was sometimes done more or less thoroughly, with the employees making a real effort to complete their workload in between the gorging, but Praesidium didn't seem to notice or didn't care. Filling their bellies, every day more than before, was what this floor was all about, and you could clearly see that when you looked at the men and women.
Becca looked around her workstation and spotted nothing sweet to eat after the sumptuous meal of meatloaf, steaks, fried potatoes and several other hearty dishes from her new favorite vending machine, Farmer's Feast, which had been set up right next to the door to the ladies' restroom. As the crowded woman thought about it, she realized how urgently she actually needed to go to the bathroom. At least she could get something sweet on the way there, from one of the many other tempting machines on the floor. She took another deep breath and then lifted her fatty little pear-shaped body out of the office chair. With a hearty belch, she held her gigantic, fattened belly for a moment. Becca stood slightly bent over because her stomach was so tight. Then she waddled out of her office cube, her huge thighs wobbling and her colossal ass cheeks bobbing up and down. She only noticed in passing how her very wide hips rubbed against the passageway. Moaning, the fat woman massaged her protruding belly, not caring at all that she was bursting at the seams and that a lot of her fat was already hanging out and wiggling around. Becca's sagging paunch slapped heavily against her cellulite-covered thighs while her large breasts were pushed aside by her almost bursting stomach. She showed the whole office her swinging fat apron and her very low belly button, which didn't seem to bother anyone.
Alternately moaning and burping, the short, fat woman swayed past her beloved Farmer's Feast vending machine. There, Carl Gates was getting several portions of turkey legs with mashed potatoes and gravy, which the machine was even heating up for the customer. There was no sign of the well-built man who used to go to the gym every day. A large accumulation of fat rolls and swollen flabby arms were the picture Carl presented from behind. His front, on the other hand, was adorned with a magnificent, protruding paunch that hung down to the middle of his knees. His shirts and tight jeans also fitted like a second skin.
Becca paid him no further attention but entered the ladies' room, unconsciously turning slightly to the side so as not to rub her bulging, wobbly hips against the door frame. Everything about the young woman sloshed and swayed lazily back and forth as she moved her stuffed, fat body around.
In the small room with the two washbasins and the three cubicles, Becca had to squeeze past her colleague Marion, who had just washed her hands, immediately after the annoyingly narrow door frame. Becca would prefer it if she could just sit comfortably on her huge ass all day and have everything done for her. Without the hassle of getting up to get more food and no annoying trips to the toilet. While the young woman opened the door to one of the toilet cubicles and groaned as she squeezed her monstrous, overflowing buttocks, her protruding paunch and her very wide hips into the small space, she wallowed in thoughts of just being able to sit or lie lazily somewhere and do nothing but stuff herself all day. She didn't really take any notice of Marion, even when her hips rubbed against her colleague's enormous breasts as she walked past.
Marion da Silva had changed a lot in the time that the Devil's Delight equipment had become more extensive and the gluttony in the office more intense. The little Latina had gained very fleshy, flabby arms and thighs but most of her mass was clearly concentrated in her midsection. While Becca's belly, for example, was a sluggishly sagging apron of fat, Marion carried a huge, tight ball in front of her. With every pound, this grotesque huge paunch grew and protruded further. It hung down to half of the woman's fat thighs, but as a single, large round ball. Marion's colossal tits were enthroned on top of it, making the stained T-shirt the Latina was wearing really tight. Like two incredible buoys, they were stranded on her seemingly inflated belly and hung down to the level of her hips, wobbling and swaying slightly back and forth. Huge amounts of the newly gained fat had been pumped from her body directly into her swelling breasts. Soft and sluggish, flabby and yet incredibly voluminous, these huge udders swayed to the left and right of her distended belly like sacks filled with medicine balls.
Panting and waddling slightly, like Becca, Marion dragged all her overflowing flesh back into the office. Her pants were tight over her comparatively small but fat ass. From the restroom, she waddled past her office cube to the other side of the room. There was a red vending machine painted with cacti and deserts and labeled: Hellfire Bowl. This machine offered a variety of Mexican and South American dishes in sealed plastic bowls. After Marion had tasted one of the products for the first time, she had been blown away. It had tasted just like her grandmother's and had not only filled her mouth and stomach, but also her heart with warmth. Since then, the Latina with the giant breasts couldn't get enough of the stuff and her huge belly continued to swell every day.
Arms full of still-warm bowls, she waddled back towards her office cube. All day long, the fat Latina had eaten like a pig and only marginally typed orders on her screen. Like everyone in the office, her stomach was packed to the brim, but her hunger and desire for this delicious, sinfully tasty food was simply insatiable. But like all her colleagues, Marion was overjoyed with the way everything was going in the office. She didn't worry about anything and the Latina was just as unconcerned about her colleagues' appearance or weight as she was about her own. She also didn't care that Marion's wardrobe was getting tighter and tighter and that her tits would eventually peek out from under her tops if they kept growing like this, especially as long as she could continue to feast in peace day after day as much as she could squeeze into her body. Loud moans from the entrance to the office cube she was walking past suddenly caught Marion's attention. She stopped and peered into the plastic box.
There sat Nora Paxton, one of Marion's colleagues who had the later shift. She too had become extremely out of shape recently and everything about her was sagging and flabby. Nora had been quite a good-looking, slim woman, although many would have thought she looked even better now. All the new fat had spread extremely well over her figure and a decent ass was spilling over the seat of the office chair under the much too short and tight skirt. The young woman sat facing the entrance with her back, which already had cute little folds of fat that were clearly visible in the light-colored blouse, and Marion could basically only see her wide ass and straight black hair flowing over the backrest. The rest of the workplace looked like any other employee on this floor. Messy and completely cluttered with food on one side and tons of packaging waste on the other.
"Are you all right, Nora?" Marion asked kindly, shifting her grease-covered arms slightly so as not to drop any of the bowls. The scent that rose from them and the warm feeling on her cheeks and overflowing tits were already making her mouth water.
First Nora turned her head backwards and then turned completely around with her chair. Marion's eyes widened and even if, in a strange way, she didn't particularly care how quickly and how much her colleagues and she herself were fattening up, she was amazed at the sight that now presented itself to her. The young woman's thighs had become quite bulky and new rolls of fat were beginning to hang down from them, while her knees were slowly being swallowed up by them. Nora's calves reminded Marion of sausage meat in a too-tight skin. All this was quite clear to see, along with all the pale, soft skin Nora was showing due to her far too tight skirt. A grotesquely bloated paunch pushed itself into the lap between those gloriously fat legs. Even though Marion's own belly and those of many of her colleagues were bigger or fatter, she had never seen such an overstretched stomach in all the time since Devil's Delight had taken possession of this office. All the fat Nora could muster around her midsection was stretched to breaking point and extended over a gigantic stomach that jutted out like a heavily pregnant woman with triplets. The buttons of the blouse had all burst open and the garment was gaping wide open. Large stretch marks shone in the light of the office and the overstretched ball of this belly almost seemed to glow. With a strained face, Nora very carefully massaged this insanely full belly. The employee's exposed, full chest rose and fell quickly and she breathed rather shallowly. Every movement seemed to strain her incredibly, which was no wonder, Marion thought to herself, as stuffed as the woman was.
Nora opened her mouth and burped long and hard, immediately followed by a long, drawn-out moan.
"Oh my god I'm going to explode any minute." Another burp followed before Nora continued: "All good Marion. Well...more or less. I just overdid it a bit, I think."
"You could say that," the Latina confirmed in amazement, looking at her stomach, which must have been on the verge of bursting, and Nora's face, which contorted painfully for a moment as she tried to sit more comfortably in her chair.
"This stuff is just so incredibly good, I can't get enough of it," said the black-haired woman, feeling her threateningly gurgling stomach. Then she pointed next to her desk, where there were dozens of empty plastic cups. They looked similar to the cups people got at Starbucks or anywhere else when they ordered a coffee to go. Marion was pretty sure that they came from another Devil's Delight vending machine that she hadn't tried yet. She resolved to make up for it as soon as possible.
"All right, if that's all it is, then I'll just let you digest it. I've only heard you moan so loudly."
Exhausted and with half-closed eyes, Nora waved it off. "Everything's fine, I just need a few minutes to get back to normal. Oh God, I've never been this full before, but I really want more of this stuff, it tastes indescribably good. But I won't be getting up any time soon, I hope nobody wants anything from me until my tummy is more or less ready." Nora laughed and stroked her taut skin, looking tired but apparently very happy. The fact that Marion saw so much of her skin and her juicy, fat breasts, which also hung without a bra on her pumped-up belly, didn't seem to bother the young woman in the slightest. The Latina had not failed to notice that the sweet nipples had become quite stiff when Nora had described how incredibly full she was.
Smiling, Marion left the cube and left Nora to her overflowing bowels and the digestion of this apparently quite addictive drink. With her new waddling stride, which didn't worry her any more, Marion went back to her own workstation and heaved her fat masses onto the poor office chair. She immediately pulled the foil off the first large plastic bowl from the Hellfire Bowl machine. Aromatic steam rose towards the woman as she wiggled a little on the chair and spread her thick thighs to give her big, round belly as much room as possible. Then she began to greedily shovel spoon after spoon of chili con carne, which tasted exactly like the one her grandmother had cooked in Tijuana, into her mouth. She could feel the warm, delicious food stretching her stomach a little further and giving her pleasure and joy she had never known until a few months ago. With her eyes closed and her cheeks full, Marion pulled up her dingy T-shirt with her left hand and stroked her large, round belly. She also touched her heavy, sluggish udder breasts and felt a tingling sensation on her nipples. She would never have thought it possible that food could be so arousing.
While his sausage fingers, dimpled at the fat joints, tapped happily into the keys, Eddie shoved a new bar of Devil's Delight into his incessantly chewing mouth every few minutes. Underneath, his double chin grew quite a bit with every movement. Even though Edward Wales still found the first product that had appeared in this office the most delicious, he was quite taken with the other varieties that had been added over time. He suspected that the sexy delivery girl with the blonde pigtail and the great tits was always refilling the vending machines and putting in new varieties, but he hadn't seen her doing this since that one day a few months ago.
"So now I've earned myself a tasty treat," Eddie announced in his untidy office cubicle as he finished the latest damage report. He didn't even count all the various chocolate bars, cookies and cream cakes from the first vending machine set up by Devil's Delight, which he had eaten in the last hour alone, as real food. He shoved another bar, this time with a banana and vanilla filling, into his mouth with relish and rolled away from the desk in his chair. He then took another big swig from the plastic bottle next to his keyboard. With pumping gulps, Eddie pumped almost a whole liter into his distended stomach.
"Ahhhh... damn that tastes good," he said, glancing at the label on the bottle. It was a kind of iced tea with a melon flavor. Incredibly sweet but also incredibly tasty. The product and the accompanying machine were called Nectar of Eden and were printed with images of a lush garden in which angels were offering juicy fruit to praying people.
Eddie thought about it for a moment and then downed the rest of the contents and threw the empty bottle into the corner of his cube. Then the fat man rose heavily from his chair. His sagging belly, only inadequately covered by his tight shirt, immediately sank down and spilled over Eddie's crotch. A large, slightly hairy apron of fat that jiggled like jelly with every movement. Eddie's arms and legs had also become quite bulky with large, flabby folds of fat. The office worker considered getting his jeans over his bottom that morning to be quite an achievement on his part. Eddie's chest had also put on a lot of weight, which, with his big boobs, was putting a lot of strain on his shirt today, but every single button on every single person in the office was at the limit and nobody cared.
Puffing slightly, Eddie got moving and let his paunch wobble out of the bottom of his shirt without thinking about it. While he thought about what he should get for his main meal during his lunch break, as the choice was now quite extensive, his path led him first and foremost towards the toilets, as several liters of iced tea were eager to leave his body again. On the way, he passed James Lauders. He had always been quite fat and was now by far the fattest in the office. With difficulty and heavy panting, the fat man waddled past him with what Eddie estimated was already over 200 kg on his ribs. James' pendulous belly bulged heavily and sluggishly under his dirty and too small shirt and sagged almost over his entire thighs. With his thick fingers, he shoved a lavishly topped baguette sandwich into his mouth as he walked, chewing with his flabby cheeks.
Just as he was about to open the door to the men's room, Rebecca Norton stepped out of the ladies' room next door. Eddie took the time to admire the puffy beauty and how her soft bacon belly lay in sweet rolls over her monstrous thighs and how far her overstuffed stomach protruded from her abdominal wall. He then watched the flabby spectacle of Becca's titanic ass cheeks as they bobbed up and down with each of her small steps. Finally, the fat pear disappeared into her cubicle and Eddie couldn't help noticing that her hips had already become too fat to pass through. He himself had already noticed how much all his new weight was constricting and hindering him, but rear-heavy ladies like Becca always suffered the most when they got fatter and felt how few things in this world were meant for such wonderfully proportioned women.
When he finally stood in front of the urinal, he realized, as he had every time he had urinated recently, that his large, flabby paunch blocked his view downwards. He could see neither his feet nor his cock and he was certainly not a poorly endowed man. When he was able to feel everything, he realized how fat and padded his crotch had become. A thick, fluffy cushion of fat encased his big cock and his fingers were already disappearing into the luscious fat. However, this was another thing that Eddie noticed but that didn't really bother him. What was so bad about getting fatter and fatter? The main thing was that you could eat as much of what you wanted as you could fit in your stomach.
Chapter 2: The expansion
As the staff of the small Praesidium office grew fatter and fatter in a stream of ever more sumptuous and sinfully delicious Devil's Delight products, none of them worried much about his or her very rapid weight gain. What the increasingly heavier men and women did notice as they heaved themselves out of bed and made the exhausting, annoying journey to work, however, were the vending machines they were now discovering more and more frequently in the city center or public buildings. Of course, it had become quite rare for the office workers to do anything other than gorge themselves at home until they almost burst and then repeat the process at their workplace. However, they noticed the colorful and tempting machines more and more often when they couldn't avoid going out among people.
What the employees noticed less, even though it should have become more obvious with each passing day, was the weight of some people. Where the tendency had been to get fatter and fatter in the past, fat people waddled through the streets more and more often, almost always with something to eat in their hands. Snack and candy vending machines sprang up on every street corner, while fast food restaurants were crowded at all hours. Delivery services of all kinds were booming, with the increasingly fatter delivery men having to control themselves more and more every day not to eat the goods they were carrying. Huge hips in ever-tighter leggings sloshed and swayed through the pedestrian zones, while men unabashedly flaunted their ever-growing sagging waists and went straight to the nearest hot dog stand or chip shop for the next greasy stomach filling. Gigantic, soft udder breasts bounced off ever-swelling women peeling out of their ever-tighter cars, while collectively the clothing of the entire population seemed to shrink. There had always been thin people as well as extremely fat people, but slowly and encouraged by their surroundings as never before, the severely overweight slowly let themselves go even further, while the slim felt a timid desire to be able to enjoy themselves just as much.
Of course, most of this was still relatively discreet if you think about it. Of course, you noticed more very fat people if you paid close attention to them on the street, but for most people it actually manifested itself in small rolls of fat peeking out from under their tops, fuller breasts for the ladies and pinching pants for the men. In addition to the vending machines themselves, more and more advertising for Devil's Delight or similar companies could be seen. On building facades, billboards or in the form of flyers that you could see everywhere. Eddie Wales alone now had five posters and two large, illuminated billboards advertising Devil's Delight products on his way to work. He had only really noticed this a few days ago.
But no one seemed to take much notice of these changes or even be bothered by them. The office workers at Praesidium felt their bodies getting fatter and more immobile, but all that mattered was eating more. Not a single other person saw the consequence of people's increasingly excessive gluttony and increasingly carefree and shameless behavior as anything bad or worrying either. Dirty, far too tight clothes as far as the eye could see. Buttocks that no longer fit over jeans, buttons that popped off and bras that capitulated under the swelling melons inside.
No one was bothered by this and everyone was only focused on their next meal and always anxious to keep their bellies full. Some even seemed to like their new pounds. In many relationships, completely new pleasures were discovered while eating and then making love with stretched, bulging bellies. Women masturbated on their beds while stuffing and massaging their potbellies, which were divided into several rolls, the nipples of their swollen breasts rock hard. Men jerked off while they felt how the fat had grown on them and how stretched the fat layer of their belly was from the last gluttony. And it all got more intense every day as the lines of impatient, hungry men and women grew longer and longer in front of the shiny, sparkling Devil's Delight machines. Time passed and gluttony in its most beautiful form slowly but increasingly began to take hold. Having fat pads and not doing anything about losing them gradually became part of everyday life. In addition to this, Eddie had also noticed an increased amount of advertising for all kinds of food on television and the Internet. Various media seemed to be slowly turning to this topic, although no one put it into words, but both the consumption of food and the acceptance of plus-size models and fat people in general increased. In addition to habits, people's mentality began to change, at first barely noticeably but slowly. Fat women slowly began to receive more and more appreciative or admiring looks rather than looks of disgust. Fuller people were increasingly being asked for seconds or second starters in restaurants without the waiters even knowing why they were doing this. While children sat in front of screens flickering with the next Devil's Delight breakfast cereal ad tailored just for them, snacking on sweets, their parents, without even realizing it, were constantly preparing slightly larger portions at mealtimes. But still, all these changes were particularly strong in a small office of the insurance company Praesidium.
Eddie Wales struggled to get out of his car and, once he had done so, held on to the driver's door for a moment, panting. He had been getting out of breath faster and faster recently and every step was gradually becoming a strain on his body. This was hardly surprising, as when Eddie had weighed himself this morning before breakfast in just his boxer shorts, the display had already read 181 kg. He had only been able to read it by leaning forward, the flabby, sagging fat mass of his paunch had blocked his view. Added to this was the incredible speed at which the young man was moving apart and the lack of any movement that could somehow be avoided.
Eddie adjusted his tight jeans a little, locked his car and began to walk lazily towards the entrance to his workplace. The jacket he was wearing today hadn't been fastened for a long time and the fairly new shirt underneath was stretched like the skin of a drum. One of the buttons had already come undone and hairy flab was squeezing through the gap. As he walked, Eddie shoved a Devil's Delight chocolate bar with peanut butter filling into his mouth and chewed with relish. It was one of the varieties that had first been added to the range after the original candy bar, and Eddie still loved all the delicious sweets from the original vending machine that had first been installed.
While the fat office worker chewed with flabby cheeks and walked across the parking lot with an equally flabby, large and sagging belly, he passed a car he hadn't seen here for a while, or maybe he just hadn't noticed it. It was the car of Sara Tubbing, the young trainee in her office. She also got out of the car at that very moment, groaning rather loudly. Between all the food and the little bit of work in his office cube, Eddie was far less aware of his colleagues than he had been the day before the Devil's Delight machines had arrived on the floor. Even though he had of course noticed the general weight gain of his colleagues, he was now surprised at how much Sara had put on. Standing in front of him was a huge, fat woman and there was no sign of the petite young lady she had been a relatively short time ago. Sara's fiery red hair was tied back in a cute ponytail and her green eyes still sparkled in her bright face. However, her face had developed rather round cheeks and a decent double chin. She smiled kindly at Eddie, who returned the smile but let his gaze wander downwards. Sara was wearing a laughably tight white blouse. The fabric was stretched to breaking point and only a single button just below her breasts held the garment closed. Large as watermelons, the young woman's soft, light-skinned and veined breasts spilled out of the top of her neckline like pudding. A huge, wide apron of fat stretched out directly under the only head that was still closed and performing superhumanly. This mass was divided into a large cushion over her stomach and a stretched, wobbling lower abdomen. Stretch marks like Eddie had never seen shone all over the paunch and Sara's belly button was a stretched, deep swirl of fat. This hanging paunch sagged over three quarters of her thighs, which had become quite enormous. The huge, flabby ass decorated with dents and the young woman's wide, roll-covered hips were a perfect match. She had squeezed herself into a pair of shamelessly tight leggings. So now the trainee stood smiling in front of Eddie and showed everyone who saw her everything she had to offer with her uncovered hanging belly, the protruding tits and the almost translucent pants.
"Morning Sara, how are you? Don't you actually come to work by bike?" Eddie finally asked when he had had his fill of the overflowing forms of his sexy counterpart. Sara didn't seem to mind and in turn looked at his bloated, fat-covered figure. Eddie had also put on weight, mainly around his belly, and was now carrying a decent barrel in front of him, even if he had still found clothes to cover his midsection with difficulty.
"Hi, Eddie, everything's fine with me. Yeah, I always wanted to, but I've been coming by car for a few weeks now. It's just become too much of a hassle for me to hoist all this to work on this tiny, uncomfortable saddle." She slapped her ass cheek demonstratively, which made her butt and then the rest of her fattened body wobble. Eddie also noticed the huge fat pads on Sara's upper arms, which had become quite voluptuous. "A car is a lot better, especially because you can keep eating so comfortably while driving," she continued, stroking her chubby little hand over the vast ocean of fat that was her stomach.
Eddie laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Come on let's go inside."
Sara nodded, leaned into her car to pull out her purse and then closed the door. As they left, Eddie pulled another candy bar out of his pocket. Sara, for her part, took a foil-wrapped candy apple on a stick from her bag. Eddie's gaze traveled from the gorgeous redhead's swaying belly and her swaying hips up to the candy in her hands as he chewed.
"Wow, does Devil's Delight have anything like this? I'm really into this stuff. They really do have everything. Sara nodded and took a hearty bite of the unwrapped, shiny red apple. She swallowed the bite with one hand on her wide, flabby belly and replied: "Yes, there's a new candy machine right on the street where I live. I haven't seen anything like that in our office, at least not yet. That's a shame. I think it's called Snake's Sin or something like that. The names are really funny, aren't they? I can't believe how quickly these things are popping up everywhere now. I never knew this company before. I also saw an advertisement for their ready meals on TV for the first time the other day. " She happily took another bite out of the sugar-coated, pumped-up apple.
"That's right," Eddie replied, but his attention was already taken up by something else in front of him. In fact, he had long since noticed that after the first few vending machines in the office, the Devil's Delight brand was now everywhere under his nose, in whatever form. However, he didn't really care at the moment. Rebecca Norton had clumsily got out of her car a few meters ahead of them. She had been lucky to get a seat almost directly in front of the entrance to the building. While Eddie and Sara were already wobbling around and slowly developing a waddling gait due to their weight, the sight that Becca now offered them was something else.
A gigantic bottom that merged into hips that already seemed too wide for many doors wobbled merrily in front of them with every tiny, straining step Becca took. The thighs in the strained jeans, which already revealed burst seams in some places, touched down to the knees and had the actual circumferences of tree trunks while countless folds of fat and rolls pushed through the gaps in the fabric. Basically, Becca's mode of locomotion could no longer even be described as waddling. The young woman alternately swung one of her massive legs past the other, trying to squeeze the fat of her thighs past each other. A wonderful spectacle, Eddie thought. But he also felt a little sorry for the way the fat was spread over Becca's figure. Her stomach, arms, back fat and tits were getting a good portion of mass, but her lower half was simply getting wider every day, making it more and more difficult for the young woman to walk. Sighing, Eddie looked at the beautiful, long blonde hair that fell gently over the small rolls of flab on Becca's back.
Sara and he quickly caught up with the panting Becca, who greeted them with beads of sweat on her forehead and red cheeks. Together they made their way to the elevator and rode up to the office. Each of the three thanked the elevator wholeheartedly for its existence as they pressed their fatty bodies together in the cramped cabin, which they all strangely enjoyed. Eddie, of course, only knew his own weight but suspected that the trio was already enough to push the machine to its 600kg limit.
Once on their floor, each of them immediately went to their favorite vending machines to stock up on food and drink before getting to work.
Chapter 3: Observations
While the changes in and around the city were happening slowly, but everyone was either oblivious to it, didn't mind it or even enjoyed it, the situation in Praesidium's office was completely different. Eddie sat in his chair, spilling over the seat on all sides as his sausage fingers typed on the keyboard in front of him. He alternated between taking a sip from a bottle of Nectar of Eden iced tea, shoving some roasted almonds he'd brought from home into his mouth or grabbing one of the doughnuts on a plate next to the screen. So he did what little work he could, occasionally taking a call, smearing the grubby receiver with icing and grease and happily stuffing himself. Slowly he noticed, just like all his colleagues, that it seemed to be getting more and more cramped in their office cubes. Every movement, every bend and every reach for documents or folders from the shelves around their desks became torture. People's bellies pressed harder and harder against their desks, demanding more distance from them so that they could spread out more comfortably. James Lauders and Becca had the hardest time by far. While the former could only squeeze into his cube with great difficulty, almost tearing the wall of the booth with his protruding fat apron every time, the young woman was absolutely unable to step through the entrance head-on. Her immense hips protruded far to either side and it was also quite an act for her from the side as her monstrous ass with its many dents protruded so far back that it was almost impossible to get through this way. In addition, Becca complained more and more about how annoying it was to get up and walk and how much she just wanted to sit behind her desk and bring the food to her desk. A tempting idea, as everyone in the office found, and each of them basically wished for the same thing when they heaved themselves off their chairs with a groan to get more calorie bombs from one of the many vending machines.
When his official lunch break began, Eddie rose ponderously and trotted leisurely to the restroom to get rid of all the soda, heavily sweetened coffee and gallons of iced tea first. Business big and small became increasingly strenuous for Eddie and, in fact, for all his colleagues. Buttocks and hips hung further and further over the porcelain bowls, making it difficult to reach the necessary places. Although Eddie was still relatively agile, the speed at which they were all gaining weight in the office was causing their bodies serious difficulties. No one had time to get used to new weight or a constantly growing girth. Eddie and his colleagues were surprised every time they rolled out of their beds, pushed themselves up from chairs or walked around to see how much mass was now wobbling and hanging off them, sometimes throwing them off balance. Bellies were getting in the way of bending over more and more every day, while women like Becca had to cope with their heavenly, oversized proportions. Eddie had also noticed how Marion da Silva had blossomed. The little Latina had literally exploded and was now dragging a colossal pumping belly in front of her with excessive panting. This huge belly was almost perfectly round and stuck out so much that Marion could almost not reach her table when sitting down. She had to spread her fat thighs as wide as she could so that the huge, heavy ball of her paunch could sag between her legs so that she at least had some room. Even more impressive than the Latina's belly, however, were her breasts, which had swollen to a completely absurd excess. Like jiggling, inflated sacks, each containing several watermelons, these beautiful, sexy udders swayed to the left and right of her majestic belly. A wonderful sight, Eddie thought, and as he sat on the loo he felt his cock, buried in fat, getting hard. Grinning, he thought even more intensely about Marion's gigantic, billowing bells, which had long been bursting out of every conceivable item of clothing. The poor thing really had to carry an incredible weight on her short, fat legs. Eddie estimated her at almost 250 kg, which was simply an insane and completely sick weight gain in such a short time. However, Marion had already started out quite plump with proper airbags. When would he reach that weight himself, he wondered, as he touched himself in the toilet cubicle and his heavy, full hanging paunch slumped over his hard cock and into his lap. By now he had to slide his hand properly under his hairy paunch and then between the soft flab of his steadily fattening crotch
A few minutes later, Eddie stepped out of the men's room with his shirt on and his pants barely closed, his belly spilling over them like raw cake batter over the edge of a table. Kyle Robinson and Chad Harkley waddled past, bellies heaving, moobs wobbling and double chins wobbling as they chewed, arms full of sweets and packaged cake. Eddie scrutinized both men and was impressed by the fat pads both had developed. Both were quite paunchy, with Chad's rather hairy belly bulging out between the torn seams of his shirt and Kyle's fair-skinned, hairless paunch bulging out like a cascade of pudding from under his far-too-tight sweatshirt and already swinging almost to his knees.
As Eddie's gaze continued to wander around the office, he actually saw Sara squeezing through the entrance to her office cube head-on, cursing in annoyance as one of the chocolate bars she was carrying in her arms fell down. Those arms were also a feast for the eyes, Eddie thought. Huge puffy cushions of fat with overlapping rolls and an elbow that could only be recognized by its folds. Sara laboriously turned her voluminous, swollen body in the cubicle and groaned as she bent down to the sweet treat. With a small "bang", the last remaining button popped off her blouse and flew away. The pressure that had been exerted on the poor top with its last remaining fighter in this bent posture had simply become too great. Both sides of the blouse immediately gaped apart and a gush of wonderful white breast flesh spilled forward unhindered. Surprised, Sara straightened up again and felt the large globes of fat that were now finally free and swinging down onto her stuffed belly. They were so plump and stretched with fat with large, wide areolas and hard nipples. No comparison to Marion's girls but beautiful nonetheless. Slowly and completely without shame, Sara reached into her overflowing bells and kneaded the tender fat in which her chubby fingers completely sank. She didn't seem to mind at all standing there completely exposed and being gawked at by some of her colleagues. Eddie watched, his cock hard in his pants again, as Sara turned around as if nothing had happened, grabbed an ice bucket that had been waiting for her on her desk and began to spoon it up in her office chair.
Shaking his head but also grinning like a cheeky schoolboy, Eddie went back to his cube and now realized how narrow the passageway had become, even for his fatter figure. He thought about all the things that had changed in this office in such a short space of time, without questioning the reasons why. He simply loved it and only wanted one thing. More of it!