Bob’s Gaining Journey - Part 5 (Patreon)

After that disastrous feast at the buffet, the company cut my budget for my business diners. A clip of me being stuck in the buffet door went viral, and the company didn’t want to be associated with that kind of press. They knew that my eating strategy made us gain a lot of big contracts, but they were afraid that I would grow too big to continue working.

They were not wrong. Walking around became a challenge, and every movement I made had to be calculated to avoid hitting something or someone with hundreds of pounds of hard fat.

The office elevator was one of my biggest enemies. I was almost reaching the weight limit by myself, but most importantly, I was filling the entire space with no room to spare. I had to enter it butt first, slowly backing up until my back was pressing hard on the back wall.

But the door wouldn’t close. My gigantic spherical belly still had a good 12 inches in the corridor. The door would bounce on the sphere, squeezing it so much that I would let a belch out each time. To end this torture, I would suck my belly in by inhaling like the big bad wolf until those damn doors would finally close. I was so tight in this space that every breath I took would push the four walls and make them creak. You could also hear the motor of the elevator working as hard as it could to lift my enormous weight.

To be continued