Today Is My First Day At Work
Today is my first day at work. Uurgh, I hate first days at work. No one speaks; no one helps. It's going to be a long day!
Its now 10:30, and I have been so surprised. A lovely girl called Rosie has been so helpful; she has showed me where things are and what to do and has even asked if I want to go to the canteen with her. I agreed, of course; it would be rude not to.
I'm so rude. I've not introduced myself, have I? I'm Kim. I work as a secretary, for a big corporate firm; this new job was too good an offer to miss out on. I had moved to California from New Jersey on the basis of a telephone call. I was chatting to one of our biggest customers, when out of the blue he offered me a job, saying my manner was just what his office needed,. So here I am, four weeks later. starting my new job. Let me describe myself to you. Umm, where to begin? Well, I'm 5'3”. I have long blonde hair that is naturally curly and, I think, my best asset. I have green eyes and I'm a little on the plump side at 180lb. Luckily, I'm curvy so I have a waist and, if I may say so, a fine pair of boobies. LOL, yes, that sums me up quite well.
Anyway, introductions, over: let me continue with my story.
Rosie, I noticed, didn't seem to talk to any of the other girls. She walked about doing her job very efficiently, but without making eye contact with any of the other girls in the office – except, when she got to me, she would smile and chat a little, Rosie is a pretty girl who, with some effort, could be truly beautiful. A little taller than me at 5'5”, with long rich dark brown hair which was scraped back into a ponytail. She also had a curvy figure, if a little heavier than me, at around 200lb at a guess. The thing is she was dressed in black from head to toe. In a shapeless sack of a dress, I could see as she walked that she had a large curvy bottom and thicker legs than mine but still lovely.
I carried on, doing my work, looking forward to lunch as I was starving. What is it with first days at work? Always too nervous to eat before, then starving by mid morning - oh well, not too long left. Bang on at 12, Rosie was at my desk. “Come on, or all the good stuff will be gone, “ she laughingly said, so I grabbed my bag and followed, wondering why she hadn't got her bag with her.
When we arrived, the canteen was empty. But, wow, what a display of glorious food! Different stalls all around, all from different countries. Rosie went straight for the Chinese stall. I drooled for a few seconds and then opted for Italian pasta, only taking a little portion. I didn't want to appear like a pig in front of someone I had only just met. When I went to pay, there was no cash till; the food was free – wow, no wonder no handbag was needed!
I need not have worried about my portion size – wow, Rosie's tray held three plates, all over flowing with food. As we sat to eat, we starting chatting; it turns out we only lived one block away from each other, both supported the same football team and we both loved music and dancing.
I finished my plate and sat watching Rosie eat hers with relish. I was really enjoying seeing a girl eat like I wanted to when all off a sudden the doors of the canteen opened and in came the rest of the office. The change in Rosie was apparent from the word go; she quickly pushed her plate to my side of the table so it looked like we had both eaten two platefuls instead of me one, her three.
She put her head down and became very quiet, not the same laughing animated girl I'd been chatting with less than 20 seconds earlier. The reason for this soon became apparent. As some of the girls walked past, one kicked her chair, causing Rosie to knock her plate to the floor. The whole of the canteen seemed to stop and stare at us. Rosie slowly picked up her broken plate and sat there, beetroot red.
“Hey!” I cried. Rosie kicked me and pleaded with me with her eyes not to say anything.
The girl looked at be and replied, “What?”
“Nothing,” I murmured.
When they had passed and sat down laughing, I got up, made Rosie get up and linked her arm. And with my head at least held high, I walked out of the canteen with Rosie.
We went back to the office, and I was really cross with Rosie.
“Why did you let her get away with that? “ I demanded to know. Poor Rosie wouldn't answer.
“Ok, ok, I won't push the matter,” I said, “but you are coming for a drink with me after work!” Rosie didn't say any thing. I just noticed a small smile as she walked away as if she knew that we were friends.
After work, I saw a little wine bar across the road. “Come on, we are going in there!” Rosie froze, but I dragged her in anyway.
When we were in, I clocked a very handsome barman, tall dark fantastic body, and as he chatted to a customer I noted a lovely smile. “Umm helloooo,” I whispered to Rosie. She just blushed. As we approached the bar, the barman noticed us; the biggest smile came across his face.
“Rosie, at last! I haven't seen you for months,” he cried.
She just put her head down and walked away, leaving me to order the wine, as she found a seat in a dark quiet place where we wouldn't be noticed.
I chatted for a few seconds to the barman and noted his name on his badge said Steve.
As I went to leave, he asked me to say hi to Rosie for him and said he would be over in a moment,
I relayed this information back to no response.
Unfortunately as we sat drinking in the bar, I noticed the other girls from the office came in. Rosie tried to sink further in to her chair, quite hard when you are 200lb. Poor Steve was so busy he didn't have time to come over. I noted Rosie kept giving sneaky glances over, and Steve kept looking to, but they never did at the same time. After our drink we went for a meal, Tex Mex this time. It was lovely; my steak overfilled my plate, but I somehow managed it all. I had to undo the top button of my skirt by the end of the meal. Rosie laughed and told me I needed to borrow one of her dresses as you could eat as much as you wanted and wear something that was always combatable.
Umm, the idea intrigued me. We got a cab back together. I got out first and thanked Rosie for making my day so nice; it was the best first day ever. She just laughed and said, “See you tomorrow.”
When I got in, I got undressed and noted how swollen my belly was from all I had eaten and drank that night. It was the fattest I'd ever seen it, and I was amazed at how much I liked it. I couldn't stop rubbing it; I was becoming so aroused at the sight of its shape and texture that I had to have a cold shower! That night, I dreamt about Rosie, her size and becoming bigger than her; when I woke up, I felt very happy and was looking forward to my second day at work.
The rest of the week passed by quite quickly usually in the same routine, Rosie and I getting to the canteen first and her eating so much until the others arrived, then passing the plate to me. I started finishing what she left as well as my larger platefuls. LOL, I didn't need to watch what I ate in front of Rosie she always had three times as much as me.
The other girls in the office continued to ignore me and be mean to Rosie. Every time I mentioned it she would go red and change the subject.
We arranged to go out that weekend to a club; Rosie wanted to show me a club she thought I would like.
So, with my best party gear on, black trousers and a loose top as there was a slight layer of fat poking over them that hadn't been there when I last wore them. It must have been helping Rosie finish her lunches and all the wine we were having after work that helped it appear. Still, I thought I looked good as I surveyed myself in the mirror. Rosie arrived with another bottle of wine to get us in the mood before we went out. She looked stunning: her hair was flowing down her back; makeup emphasised her dark brown eyes and a fitted stretchy short red and white dress. This dress showed off every curve of her body, showing her ample bottom off beautifully and letting those thighs be on show – and, boy, were they big! I noted that my chest was a least bigger than hers, LOL. She stood there waiting for me to comment, “Wow, sex goddess,” was all I could say, then I gave her a hug and opened the wine.
She smiled and carried on chatting like good friends do.
When we had finished the wine, we were a little tipsy so decided to have a snack before going clubbing. Well, Rosie's idea of a snack is my idea of a meal, LOL: crisps, sandwiches made with five pieces of bread, followed by my cheesecake!!!! I had to undo my trousers, I was oh-so-stuffed, and my top was no longer loose.
“Watch this,” I giggled as I grabbed a handful of fat on my belly, let it go and watched it wobble “I can't go out in these now!”
“Good,” said Rosie as she grabbed my hand and took me to my room. “Let's find something that shows that belly off!” She went though my wardrobe, huffing and puffing as she did so. “Ah ha!” she cried as she pulled out my little sister's skirt that I'd packed by mistake and hadn't got round to posting it back. “This is perfect!”
“No, it's way too small!”
“That's why it's perfect!”
Thank God for Lycra! Rosie squeezed me into the little black skirt. It was very short and very very fitted; my tummy looked like a round butterball in it. I must admit I felt very sexy, watching my tummy bounce when I walked.
Now that Rosie was pleased with the way I looked we were allowed out. I wanted to go to our usual bar, as I wanted Steve to see Rosie in her full glory, but Rosie had other plans. We had to get a cab to where we were going.
We went to the other side of town to a club called Gail's.
We paid our money and went inside. The bouncer had looked me up and down, but Rosie had whispered something in his ear so he let us pass on into the room.
WOW, what a sight! The club was full to bursting, as was most of its clientele. I had never seen so many large people in one room: ladies and gentlemen of all sizes, but, to be fair, most of the ladies were enormous. Fantastic fat fat women with skin-tight clothes, shaking their thang on the dance floor. Some must have been 500lb plus. These girls were so so beautiful and were surrounded by men.
I was stunned, but with pleasure. Rosie dragged me to the bar.
“Well, what do you think?”
“Wow, what a fantastic place! I never knew there were clubs like this - tell me more!”
Rosie told me this was a Fat Admirers club, and, to come in as a lady, you had to weigh 200lb+; as a man, you had to weigh the same or prove yourself to be an f/a.
“That's why the bouncer looked you up and down; he wasn't going to let you in. He said you were too skinny, but I told him you had potential!”
I laughed but was a little hurt at being called skinny.
As we stood drinking,lots of men came and asked Rosie to dance, but only one guy asked me. I had fun, though, drinking and chatting. And didn't realise it was three a.m. and time to go home. Boy, I was hungry again after dancing with Rosie and her guys.
Rosie and I found an all night diner and ordered some food and sat chatting. Due to being a little drunk, I told her how upset I was at being called skinny; her reply was to do something about it then. She then challenged me to a weight gaining compation. I was very excited by this prospect as I remembered my dream of becoming fatter than her and how sexy it had felt so I accepted the challenge there and then. The first one to gain 50lb was the winner. The loser had to pay for the winner's meal. We shook hands and finished our meal and went home in our shared taxi.
I was woken up at 13:30 by the sound of my phone ringing.
“Hello,” I whispered.
“Hi, you feeling rough, babe?” It was Rosie. “You coming over for breakfast, skinny girl?”
I remembered our challenge and arranged to meet her for brunch in an hour. I needed to have some Alka Seltzer to ease my hangover and to get showered. After this, I felt much better and went to our meeting point.
Rosie was already there and was picking at some bread. She asked tentatively if I remembered our deal and I told her I did, and ordered the special-times-two for both of us. We sat there for two hours, eating and chatting and eating some more. I managed 16 sausages, 16 rashers of bacon, 4 eggs, a tin of beans, a tin of tomatoes, 10 pieces of fried bread and 10 muffins. Boy, I couldn't move; literally, my tummy had wedged me in to the booth. My button had burst, and my zipper had come down - and no way was it going to do up ever again .I couldn't stop giggling and rubbing my tummy. Feeling incredibly turned on at how I felt and how I looked, Rosie sat with a contented smile on her face.
“At last,” she said, “a friend who understands what it is like to be fat and sexy!” She had a big smile on her face.
“How did you know I would?” I wanted to know.
She went on to explain that on our first day, when she had arrived with all the food, I didn't comment. Never once had I commented on her size; never once had I not eaten with her and on Saturday I had told her how beautiful she looked. She explained that all the other girls in the office did those mean things, told her she was fat, told her she needed to diet; and, when they had asked her out on a night out, they had made her go and get changed out of her favourite red dress into a loose black one she wore for work. She said she had never felt so humiliated in all her life; when they had got to our local wine bar the bar man Steve had told her how pretty she looked. And would she go out on a date with him? She had agreed and had told Pauline the girl in our office.
Later that night, Steve had arrived at the club they were all at and had danced with Rosie all night. But when Rosie had returned from the toilet, she had seen Steve kissing Pauline. So she had left without saying a word to anyone. At work on Monday, the girls had been horrible to her and also told her that Pauline and Steve were now an item. Ever since then, they had been horrible to her and always told her how fat and ugly she was and that no man would ever look at her.
She told me that for months and months no one had spoken to her until the day I had arrived, and I had smiled at her. So she had spoken to me and asked me to go to lunch; when I accepted, she thought she had found a friend and, when I had tried to stick up for her, she was sure she had found a friend. She explained that she liked being fat and how some men found it sexy, that Gail's was a club she had heard of but until last night had never been to. She had felt safe to go with me as I seemed so at ease with myself. Than, when I had accepted the weight gain challenge, she finally knew what it was like to have a good friend.
I have to admit to being very moved and in tears by the end of all this, and as I took hold of her hand, I explained my reasons to her why she had found a friend. I told her how I had been bullied at school for being the fat girl. I was 150lb at the time, but all the others in my class were 90 to 100lb, that when I left I vowed no one would bully me or my friends again. I explained about first days being so hard as I always felt like the fat chick at school again, whereas any other day I was happy with my size, and that she had made me so welcome that that feeling vanished very quickly. I told her how sexy I had found the women at the club and that I wanted to be as big as them one day in the not too distant future and that when she had offered the challenge my thoughts had been 50lb and then some. We both started giggling at this point, and she admitted the same.
By now our tummies had gone down a little, so we decided to go shopping, as I knew I would not fit in any of my old clothes and as I intended to grow immense I definitely needed some more. Rosie already knew where the big girls' clothes shops were so she took me straight away. I felt my tummy wobbling as we walked to the mall. It was so very sensuous, and I couldn't wait for it to touch my thighs when I walked. I blushed a little at these thoughts. We had such fun trying on stuff; I managed to talk her into buying some fitted clothes for work. What was the point in becoming so sexy if no one could see it? Most of my clothes were a 16, so I bought size 20's, all short fitted suits for work and some lycra pants to go to Gail's in - although we agreed not to go for a month, so that I could gain some to see if the bouncer would let me in without questions. On underwear, I really spoiled myself with bikinis and sexy bras and panties I chose to buy slightly bigger as well as f-cups to aim for.
After spending a fortune, we were hungry again so we went back to the diner we had left earlier and really went for it again. The waiter's face when we came back was a picture, especially when we ordered all the desserts in the place. LOL, it's so nice to have a friend with the same sweet tooth. We were there for another two hours, by which time I was sleepy after all I had eaten and, truth, felt a little sick. So we went home after agreeing to go to the swimming baths the next morning. I wanted to stay fit as I got fat, as I still wanted to shake my booty on the dance floor the bigger I got.
We had such fun on Sunday, swimming in our new bikinis, getting some hot looks from a few guys. We let them buy us drinks, but we wanted to go out for a meal together to chat more.
We went to a Mexican restaurant that night and ate for the whole of Mexico. The waitress asked me when my baby was due - boy, did we laugh at her face when I explained I wasn't pregnant, just fat!
We talked about a website Rosie had found about feeders and feedees. I was very excited by this concept and said I would look it up at work the next day. We also agreed to meet at 08:30 so we could be weighed on the scales for the ladies at work before anyone else got there. I agreed to keep a chart with our weights recorded on it. That night I could hardly sleep, thinking about becoming very fat, fatter than Rosie fatter than any of the girls in the club. But eventually I did sleep.
08:30, we were both very excited. Rosie went first and was 205 lb, much as I thought. I was 190 lb. I'd gained 10 lb in a week without even trying! We were both quite pleased with ourselves.
When we got to the office I looked up “feedees” on the computer and was stunned and very excited by what I'd found. It was like a dream come true.
Before I had chance to tell Rosie, I noticed Pauline and her friends had arrived and had gotten Rosie in a corner, teasing her about her new look and pointing at her lovely fat belly and poking it.
“Oy, leave her alone!” I shouted and ran across the room. I pushed past them and took Rosie's arm and led her away. As we walked past Pauline, she grabbed my arm.
“You don't want to hang around with that fat lump, you might end up looking like twins,” she sneered.
“Then that would be my pleasure,” I said as I stood on her toes and walked away, leaving her crying in pain.
“You shouldn't have done that,” whispered Rosie.
“Why, bullies need bullying, too,” was my reply.
Pauline kept a low profile for the rest of that day and didn't even enter the canteen, which allowed Rosie to eat seven platefuls without feeling guilty. As for me I managed eight, one from each counter. My skirt fitted rather than being loose by the end of lunch. We returned to work, and, in-between invoicing, I sneaked a look at my new web pages, always feeling hungry after, so I had to make lots of trips to the candy machine, which Rosie noticed and winked at me each time I passed her.
On the way home, I called in to the shops and bought four bags worth of candy and soda to keep in my drawers.
At work the next day, I gave Rosie a bag, which she laughingly took and then came back with a bag for me; in it, were packets of high calorie shakes. We had both had the same thoughts, treat each other to help us both gain. Now we both knew our friendship was cemented as neither of us was going to cheat.
We didn't visit our bar that week. Since Rosie had told me about Steve and Pauline, I didn't want to push her there, but I couldn't help remembering how Steve had looked when he saw her. We found another bar near my place, then we would take it in turns to cook for each other. We had decided to save eating out for the weekends. Rosie was a fantastic cook and tried new recipes every night all with rich sauces and fantastic puddings; when it was my turn I made us go swimming first, nothing strenuous but enough to take the weight off our legs and build up muscle in our arms, too. Then I would make traditional dinners and lots and lots of ice cream.
We totally enjoyed each other's company and learnt more about each other, I found out Rosie's parents had died when she was young, and her brother was a businessman. I told her how my parents were also dead killed in a car crash, leaving me to go from foster home to foster home, hence my fear of first days. It began to feel like we were sisters as well as friends. We lounged around in sweat pants and t-shirts so as to have lots of room to eat. They were cool days.
The weekend came, and we partied like before, wearing our sexy clothes that showed our voluptuous curves to the whole of California. The girls gave us funny looks; so did some of the guys, but we also got chatted up and had a fair few dances and drinks, ending up in late night restaurants, eating again.
By Monday morning, I was very excited at getting on the scales. We had agreed to wear the same clothes so as not to risk false gain! Again, Rosie went first: 217, an excellent gain of 12lb. She had a shy grin on her face while standing there.
“Wow, I've never been this heavy before,” she whispered, blushing a little as she looked at her curves, not that you could really tell the gain - maybe a little in her face, which had a slightly larger chin than usual. She gently rubbed her hands over her body and looked at me; I was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“You look fantastic. Now get off; it's my turn!” Laughing, she did so.
I lightly stood on and watched as the point swung 'round: 180 gone, 190 gone, 200 gone, 205 gently rocked into place. Oh, my god, I'd gained another 15lb! This excited me so much I swear if Rosie hadn't been there I would have orgasmed on the spot. Now, when I looked down, you could just see my tummy; it was level with my chest. As I also ran my hands over my body, I noticed my waist was disappearing under a layer of wonderful flab. We both stood, grinning at each other, and then squealed with delight and hugged - our dream was on its way!
All day, we kept looking at each other and laughing; we could see the others looking, which made it even funnier. That lunch time, as we sat eating and eating, neither of us cared now that people watched. We were friends; it didn't matter what other people thought. We were discussing how to keep this gain going, as surely our bodies would become accustomed and slow down. LOL, how naive we were. We said no more tea or coffee - if we were thirsty, it had to be shakes. Our last thing before we went to bed had to be shakes made with cream not milk. And, of course, we'd do as little as possible, except swim days, so as not to burn cal's.
This we did, week after week, until our month was up. It was time to go to Gail's again. During this time, I had gone to 235 and only had 5lbs to go before hitting the 50lb mark. I had caught up and overtaken Rosie. She was only a couple of pounds lighter at 232 and had managed to gain 23lb. She put her slow gain down to the fact it was harder for her to eat more as she had always overeaten and - not to worry - she would soon catch up.
We arranged to do the same as last time: a bottle or two as we were more use to drinking now and it took more to get drunk! Then a snack and then Gail's to party. I knew what to wear this time: a halter neck dress I had gotten on our first shopping trip. It was a lovely clean crisp white and, due to the 45lb gain, sat very snug on my new rolls. Boy, did I look hot! And, boy, didn't I know it! The low cut at the back showed the gentle roll that had appeared. This excited me even more. I hadn't thought about a fat back before! Just rolls and rolls of glorious fat on my tummy.
We outdid ourselves before going out: two bottles of wine each and a Chinese meal for six. We opted for Chinese, as we were always hungry an hour after finishing it no matter how much we ate. We had arranged for a taxi to collect us at 10 p.m. and take us to Gail's; the taxi driver was very impressed with us we could tell. Rosie looked resplendent in a purple fitted dress, which accentuated each curve and showed her fantastic fat ass off to everyone.
When we got to the club, it was the same bouncer. He let us past, no problem this time, but did whisper in my ear what a good job I was doing - which set me up for a fantastic night. Rosie and I didn't stop; we were asked to dance all night. I don't think we were allowed to buy a drink, although we kept offering. Two guys especially were with us for most of the night, Tim and Rod, and at three a.m., when it was closing time, we offered to take them for a meal. Again, we went to our local diner; most of the waiters/ waitress knew us by now. We were very very hungry now due to all the dancing and the fact that the Chinese was long gone. Rosie and I ate and ate for two hours while chatting to Tim and Rod; they were very sweet guys, but there was no special WOW there. They were gentleman and wanted to pay for our meal, but there was no way anyone was paying that amount, so Rosie and I split the bill between us. Then, after giving the boys a quick kiss goodnight, we went home together, leaving the boys behind.
When we got back to my place we were in for a big surprise, because there, asleep curled up, was my sister. Although not blood related, she had become my sister at the last foster home I'd been at and it was her skirt I had squeezed in to a few weeks ago.
Rosie kindly left us, as she could see we were in for some chatting!!!!!
Sian had come to stay with me - simple in her eyes, not so in mine. She had fibbed to her mom and said I'd invited her. I had but not for then, LOL. We chatted for a while, by which time it was seven a.m., and I needed sleep, so we went to bed. I awoke at two p.m. to the smell of bacon and girls chatting. Rosie had come over, and her and Sian were making me breakfast in bed, so I would let Sian stay. As she was 22, there was no law stopping her, LOL. Again, we sat chatting, then out of the blue she asked why I'd gotten so fat.
Rosie and I just burst out laughing at her bluntness, and I thought, “Nothing like the truth!” If she didn't like it, she could leave. So I told her about how fat was sexy, how I'd always enjoyed being plump and now I wanted to get very very fat. She listened to what I was saying, asked good questions and then declared.
“Good job I arrived then! I can help you! I can cook, and I can clean so you don't have to. So, therefore, I can help you achieve your dream even quicker.”
After a huge hug from us both, this was agreed. She could stay; my wage was enough for us both to live off and for me to gain on!!! Especially, as meals were free at work. It helped that she really was a damn fine cook.
Monday came, and it was time for the weigh-in. I was so excited I'd stayed up until three a.m. eating so I would have reached to 50lb mark. I need not have worried. As always, Rosie got on first. She had had a growing spurt and had gone from 233 to 247. A whole 14lb in a week - that was some eating. I knew she had been trying, too, as I'd been with her for most of it. Now, it was my turn.
210 gone, 220 gone, 230 gone, 240 gone, 250 gone, 257lb – bingo! I was the winner by a long shot. In just a few weeks, I had managed to grow from 190 to 257, a 67lb gain. As we stood there, grinning at each other, I looked in the full-length mirror - what a glorious sight to be seen. Nearly all of the fat was on my belly. It was a vast circle around me. I no longer had a waist; my fantastic F cups sat like peaches on this truly glorious thing, which was mine. It had rolls where my panties dug in; as I turned around, I could see fat poking above and below my bra. My butt was spreading across rather than out and looked like a mattress you wanted to lay on. My legs hadn't altered much; I still had slim shapely calves, but my thighs were beginning to look like dough. I was so incredibly turned on - I truly was a stunning beauty encased in a fantastic layer of fat.
“Rosie, I look amazing,” I whispered.
“Yes you do, you really are a big beautiful woman now!”
“Rosie, I don't want to stop,” again, I whispered.
“Look at me,” she demanded, so I looked away from the mirror and at Rosie.
“Who said you had to?” she smiled at me.
“ No, you don't understand! I don't ever want to stop; I want to eat and eat until I can't walk!”
“This, I also know,” she said. “I have seen you on the Internet you are always drawn to the immobile site; you can out eat me. And with mine and Sian's help, you can live your dream.”
We hugged and I thanked her for being my true friend and for introducing me to this fantastic world, Rosie just laughed and said I would have found it, anyway. I think she was right.
Over the next four weeks, we decided not to weigh, just concentrate on a monthly gain. Again, we would wait to go to Gail's and I still wanted to swim. But first I needed new clothes!!!
Shopping was fun. As I tried on 24's (too small), 26's (a bit snug), 32's (room for some food!) My bras were now a lovely 48f. No wonder there was a layer of fat poking over. I'd been squeezing into 42f! I brought some 52's, as well as I hated tight bra's. Tight clothes I could deal with; bras, noooo. Most of what we bought was Lycra, so that I would be combatable especially after eating. But for our nights out I chose fitted short sexy clothes.
This was fun.