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08-28-2006, 08:48 PM
~BBW (multiple) Eating ~XWG - two hefty honeys decide to have a race in the fatlane
Today Is My First Day At Work
by Anonymous
Part One
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've 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 as well, 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,o 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 compaible.
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.
Today Is My First Day At Work
by Anonymous
Part One
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've 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 as well, 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,o 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 compaible.
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.