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09-27-2006, 09:52 AM
~BBW (Multiple) Eating Romance ~XWG - the gaining competition continues and special accomodations are needed
Today Is My First Day At Work
by Anonymous
Part Three
Eight weeks, that was all I had, to organise the most spectacular dress ever seen. As I was looking in the big girls' shop, I noticed a card for a dressmaker. I picked one up and put it in my purse. I had a plan. I also had to do some serious shopping.
I rang Rosie and arranged for a half-day holiday, so that Pauline couldn't moan, and I set about shopping. First, I had to get a new skirt to wear now. I chose a sexy little number in red with back lines going around, even better for showing my fat. Once I purchased it, I put it on, making me feel even sexier.
By now, I needed to buy size 40 clothes to get them a little loose, and I knew within a month they would be tight, too. I bought five pairs of trousers in black and four pairs in bright colours, red, pink, etc. The tops were fantastic. I chose a lot of shirts, t-shirts and sleeveless ones, to show off my lovely fat arms. I noticed these were the same size as the assistant's thighs.
I kept giggling to myself at the thought of overfilling a 40. I found some jeans, skin-tight as well a loose fitting, and even managed to find a pair in a 44. A good shop, this one. They even sold extra wide shoes, which was a blessing, as my feet were beginning to get fatter, too. I also think my calves had gained a little also. I bought ten pairs of shoes, from sneakers to 5” heels for the Christmas party.
Boy, I'd need to practice in those, LOL. Skirts were next and tights to help stop my thigh from rubbing. I noticed they did thigh-length tights and shorts to wear under the short dresses and skirts, so I bought all 45 pairs. LOL, thank God for MasterCard. The skirts ranged from super short for nights at Gail's and longer ones for work, all different colours, of course. This time I chose to buy some loose dresses for work so no one could see my growth until I revealed myself at the Christmas party. This was all part of my plan; by this time, I was shattered and absolutely starving.
I hadn't eaten for a couple of hours; this was the longest since beginning my gaining, and my tummy thought my throat had been cut. It actually hurt; it was so hungry.
I knew where there was an all-you-can-eat restaurant that had recently opened, but I had not tried it yet. So with my purchases, I went and sat down, paid my money and started my feast, soup, pate and toast, fruit juice, prawns in mayonnaise on lettuce, garlic mushrooms and chive dip, fried garlic prawns and chive dip, another bowl of soup, with six rolls and butter. That was my starter. I then had a 32oz T-bone steak with fries, jacket potatoes, new potatoes with minted butter, sweet corn in butter carrots, peas, cabbage – oh, how I love cabbage - in lots of butter, then I had chilli with rice, three bowlfuls.
I fancied a vegetarian dish, so I went for cannelloni stuffed with spinach and wild mushrooms with more fries. By now the waiters were just staring; I don't think they had seen anyone eat quite so much before. I then thought about some fish, so I had Hoki with wild rice and mange tout, followed by corn on the cob with garlic butter. I had also enjoyed a bottle of wine. And was now ready for desert.
The manager came over.
“I'm sorry to trouble you, my dear, but I couldn't help notice how much you were enjoying your food, and I was wondering if you would bring your friends in on Saturday night. The owner is coming, and I need the restaurant to be seen to be working.”
Always ready to do a deal, I agreed if champagne was supplied for two hours. This he agreed to. He was a very happy man. He also explained that we would have to pay the normal meal charges, as buffets were only lunchtime. Thinking how much I'd eaten already, I agreed.
He then sent the waiters over with platefuls of desserts: four different flavoured cheesecakes, including lemon, which was my favourite; fruit salad with rich vanilla ice cream; sticky toffee pudding, again with cream; strawberry short cake. I managed five pieces of this as it was pure heaven. I was pleasantly full by this time and a little sleepy. Three hours had passed and I'd not stopped eating, bliss. The manager booked a table for five for Saturday night and then arranged a cab home for me. When I got in, I fell asleep on the sofa surrounded by my new clothes.
I was still here when Sian came home. She had been food shopping and started on super as soon as she got in. I heaved myself up and waddled in to my bedroom; this little walk made me pant quite a bit as I was still a little full from lunch. I put away my new clothes and removed my small ones and put them in to Sian and Paul's room. Although I knew they would be too big for her, I thought she could put them away for later - or when Rosie got her wish and became pregnant.
I then decided to have a bath. I ran a lovely deep bath and slipped in. It felt a little tighter than usual and I thought it would be my last bath, as I knew I would soon get stuck. Thank Goodness, we had a walk in shower. As I lay there wallowing in bubbles, I couldn't help get aroused at the sight of my body. It looked nothing like the one I had arrived here with; it was far far sexier. My tummy sat nicely on my thighs, covering over half of them; my arms where like nothing I had ever seen before.
I thought how glad I was that I'd kept up the swimming as I didn't think I would be able to lift them if I hadn't. I had a few red stretch marks running through out my body where my gain had been a little too fast for my body to cope with. I found this made me incredibly horny and was very turned on by the sight of them. My thighs touched all the way to my knees; it was an effort to part them, but I managed to slip my hand in so I could satisfy my lust at my own body.
The sheer size of it blew me away. I was so proud of myself for creating such a fantastic sight, and, while I was dreaming of myself, the vision I had of my boss came to me, and, as I dreamt of him playing with me, I climaxed the best ever. I lay there, panting, daydreaming about our Christmas party and what I had to do.
Once out of the bath and wrapped in my robe – I'd forgotten to buy a new one, so fat was peaking out everywhere – I sat talking to Sian. I explained about Saturday night at the restaurant, and she suggested we made a party of it and invite lots of friends, telling them why we there (i.e., to help out a nice guy.)
Paul came in from the gym, and we told him, too. He said it sounded like a cool idea. He went for a shower, and Sian dropped a hint I should get dressed. I looked down, and my tummy was on full view,
“I don't want you giving Paul ideas about feeding me!” she laughed, so I went and put my sweat pants and new t-shirt on. With my trainers, I had to shout for Sian to tie my laces, as I was far too fat to reach them. She did them up, kissed my belly and walked out. I'm so lucky to have her here with me.
I got on the phone, rang Tim and Rod and invited them to our night out. I told them to get their friends to book a table, too, but they were to sit with us. I telephoned Rosie, but she was on her way over, so I called the restaurant and changed our table to seven. The manager was so pleased, bless him.
Paul got on the phone for ½ hour, ringing his mates to come out on Saturday. By which time Rosie and Steve had arrived. She wanted to see what I had bought, so, while I was showing her, I told her about Saturday night. She was pleased and said she would invite some friends over, too; she loved my new clothes and was amazed at the size of them. She tried on a skirt and it just fell off her. True to her word, she had only gained 10lb since meeting Steve; she gazed at my tummy and gently rubbed it.
“It's taking shape, isn't it, babe?” she said.
“It sure is,” I said as I picked it up and dropped it, so she could she its true girth and how much it rippled. We giggled and then she helped me to my feet.
“Come on, big girl, dinner's ready,” she said.
Sian, as always, had outdone herself and, despite my enormous lunch, I was starving again. Before I ate, though, she gave me a shake to drink – umm, lovely: two pints of cream mixed with extra melted butter and banana weight gain shake - pure heaven. Then we got stuck in. Or, should I say, I got stuck in, LOL. The others ate; I gorged. I do like eating; I do believe it's my favourite hobby! Ummm, even better than shopping, LOL.
We talked about Saturday night and what a good night it would be. We were so going to dress up and, as the champagne was free, we would manage at least three bottles each. The others finished long before I did but, as always, stayed with me while I ate. Desserts came and went again; they were full while I was till hungry. Sian, as always, found me more to eat. At last, I felt full enough to leave the table, while the boys loaded the dishwashers (we needed two for all the pots needed to cook for me!)
We went into the study to get on the Internet. I wanted to show them some lovely underwear in ladybwear: wow, so many things to wear! I chose a new slinky robe in a size 10xl and then I found what I was looking for the Basque of my dreams, The Hussy. In red or black, I couldn't decide so I chose them both. I loved this web site as the models were super-sized and always looked fantastic. I ordered some more stuff including a new negligee. I planed to be needing this at Christmas!!!!
As Rosie and Steve were leaving, she told me, true to his word, the boss had had the toilet cubicles widened, so I wouldn't have to squeeze through any more.
“What a nice man he is,” I sighed.
Rosie giggled and agreed he was a very nice man, gave me a wink and walked out with Steve. I wonder if she knew my feelings for him.
At work the next day, there was a man waiting for me next to my desk.
“Hi, the boss sent me over to alter your desk. Can you show me what you want me to do?”
I sat down, and my chair creaked under my weight. I showed him how my belly was stopping me from reaching the keyboard properly.
“I can sort that out, miss, no problem. I will cut out a circle for your lovely tummy to go into and also raise the table a bit so you aren't leaning over so much. I can also order you a new chair that will come tomorrow. I have a new piece of worktop in my van/ I'll be back in a mo - can you clear your desk?”
As he left, my phone rang. Right on time, it was the boss.
“Is he there yet? And, more to the point, is he sorting it out for you?”
I explained what he was going to do and also told him I needed a new chair. Would this be a problem? He assured me it wasn't and then told me to take the day off while the man did all his jobs.
“I can't do that. What will the others say?”
“Tell them I've sent you on a research job; in fact, take Rosie with you. You both deserve a break; neither of you have had holidays this year.”
Wow, nothing got past him, did it? I hadn't had a holiday at all since I started all those months ago. Little did he know that part of my plan for the Christmas party was to take every afternoon off in the four weeks up to the party and go to bed and let Sian feed me. I hadn't even told Sian this yet.
I went and found Rosie, who was with Pauline, asking her to do some work for a change!
“Rosie, the boss has just called; we have some research to do out of the office today. Get your things.”
The colour of Pauline's face was a picture, green to puce, and back again.
“Huh, I think you are just getting too fat and lazy to work.”
“Yep, that could be it,” was my reply as I swung round, knocking her over with my girth. We laughed all the way out of the office.
We went down to the lobby, and Rosie went and fetched the car. It was too far for me to walk to the car park; I was just too fat for long distances, well, anything over 200 yards!
It was Rosie's turn to shop today. I found a chair to sit on and enjoyed the time she spent finding new clothes, trying them on and showing off in them to me. We did so have fun. She was svelte size 26, and the choice for her was endless. We started talking about the Christmas party and things to wear. Rosie didn't know what to wear, so I let her in to my secret of having something made. I told her I had the dressmaker's number, but I didn't want to show what I was wearing until the day. She laughed and said she would do the same. When she had purchased her many items, we went to the restaurant I had been to yesterday.
The manager was so pleased to see me; he explained that last night the bookings for Saturday night had been magnificent and he asked had I got anything to do with it. I laughed and told him we had arranged for all our friends to come. He kissed both my cheeks and then turned to Rosie and did the same; the other guests must have wondered what was happening. He then gave us the best seats in the restaurant, up on a little stage, where everyone could see you even from the windows, and then ordered the waiters to serve us everything from the menu. Rosie forgot herself and the fact that she didn't want to gain and joined me in our feast. While we were eating, she presented me with a gift, a new dressing gown in a size 44, as I'd told her how small mine was.
It's so nice to have friends.
After 3 ½ hours of eating, we were full. Even me! Rosie had outdone herself and had to undo her buttons and her zipper. Thank God, mine was elastic! She couldn't believe how tasty the food was and was really pleased we were coming back on Saturday. We were both too full to walk back to the car so Rosie rang Steve, and he came to the restaurant and got Rosie's keys and then drove the car to the front. He had to take us one at a time, Rosie first holding her arm as she waddled out of the restaurant. I could see him rubbing her enormous swollen belly lovingly, and I was so pleased they were together. I couldn't help wonder if there was that special wow person out there for me. When he came back for me, he said he had to use the bathroom. He went to ask the manager where it was and stood talking for ages; when he returned he had to ask for some help to get me out of the chair. I was so fat, I'd gotten stuck! We giggled once I was out. I paid and thanked the manager for another excellent meal. He smiled and said thanks to me for keeping him in business; we laughed and I left with Steve supporting me.
“What were you talking about?” I demanded, puffing as I waddled to the car.
“Business. I think we could make this restaurant into Gail's customers' local restaurant.”
Umm, I liked this idea, as the manager obviously had no qualms with fat people. He treated me with respect and kindness, while in some restaurants I was met with rudeness and contempt, which was their loss, as we never ate there again. And with the amount of money a meal cost me, it really was their loss.
“I'd want shares in the company first,” I said.
“All part of the plan. If Saturday night goes well, he will put in a word with the boss and we can have a meeting.”
By now, we were at the car. It took twice as long for me to get there as I got so short of breath walking now. I think it was a good job it was swimming that night!
Rosie was a bit cross as we had been gone so long. But once we explained about Steve's idea, she calmed down and agreed it was a good idea.
They dropped me off, and I went to bed for an hour. Sleep is so good after a meal; it allows your tummy to empty, so that when you awake there is room for more food - always good in my book.
Sian and I went swimming as usual, and Paul met us there. I needed his help to get out of the pool. I did do an extra 10 lengths though, as I wanted to build some more muscle in my calves for what I had in mind. While I was there, I told them about Steve's idea; they wanted to sample the food before Saturday, so, once dried, we went there for my second meal out of the day.
The manager couldn't believe it when I returned with other friends only four hours after I'd left. I just laughed at him and explained that we all liked the idea of becoming a fat person's restaurant. He laughed and poked my tummy gently and said it was one, anyway, then he hugged me and whispered in my ear, asking if I would go out with him on Thursday. I agreed – hey, maybe he was Mr. Wow.
Sian and Paul were also impressed with the food and looked forward to eating there again on Saturday. I had, of course, enjoyed every mouthful. I knew I was well on the way to living my dream.
On the way home, I talked to Sian about my plan to take off every afternoon four weeks before the party so I could seriously gain, that I wanted her to keep me in bed and just keep feeding me until I slept and then start again when I wake. She said she would on the condition I saw a doctor first, as she loved me and was worried about me. If I was healthy, then she would do it. So we arranged for her to make me an appointment with the nurse the next day.
Well, the next day at work I was in for a lovely surprise. The man my boss had sent to do my desk had outdone himself; while Rosie and I were out, he had made an office where my cubicle was by moving the girl to Rosie's old cubicle then knocking the two down and putting glass across to make a very large room. In it were two desks, one for me one for Rosie. He had built a toilet area so I didn't have to walk far, and, under my desk, was a small fridge for me to keep my shakes and candy in. True to his word, he had created a desk in an s- shape so that my belly fitted into the curve and I could reach the keyboard without stretching. My new chair was fantastic: it was electronic and would stand me up at the push of a button. He had even installed two machines, one with cold soda and one filled with candy. I only had to push a button and it would appear.
Rosie and I squealed with delight when we saw it. The man looked shattered; apparently, he and a group of workers had been up all night, working so it would be ready for us when we arrived this morning. We hugged him so hard he nearly stopped breathing! I think he knew how pleased we were.
Pauline's face was a picture when she arrived and wanted to know why I'd got such special treatment when all I did was get fatter.
To my surprise, Rosie stuck up for me,
“Since Kim has been here, the company has generated $4.5 million worth of new clients; whenever the boss goes to conferences, the customers compliment him on this office's efficiency and tell him that the new girl sure has made a difference. That's why she gets the special treatment.”
She also reminded Pauline that Christmas bonuses were worked out on company finance that each person generated - so to be careful or she might not have a job.
Pauline's face was a picture. I could see the other girls looking at Rosie with respect; the worm had finally turned, and it was good to see.
I loved working in that new office. I didn't have to walk more than 20 yards unless it was to the canteen and, hey, even I could manage that walk as there was food at the end of it!
Today Is My First Day At Work
by Anonymous
Part Three
Eight weeks, that was all I had, to organise the most spectacular dress ever seen. As I was looking in the big girls' shop, I noticed a card for a dressmaker. I picked one up and put it in my purse. I had a plan. I also had to do some serious shopping.
I rang Rosie and arranged for a half-day holiday, so that Pauline couldn't moan, and I set about shopping. First, I had to get a new skirt to wear now. I chose a sexy little number in red with back lines going around, even better for showing my fat. Once I purchased it, I put it on, making me feel even sexier.
By now, I needed to buy size 40 clothes to get them a little loose, and I knew within a month they would be tight, too. I bought five pairs of trousers in black and four pairs in bright colours, red, pink, etc. The tops were fantastic. I chose a lot of shirts, t-shirts and sleeveless ones, to show off my lovely fat arms. I noticed these were the same size as the assistant's thighs.
I kept giggling to myself at the thought of overfilling a 40. I found some jeans, skin-tight as well a loose fitting, and even managed to find a pair in a 44. A good shop, this one. They even sold extra wide shoes, which was a blessing, as my feet were beginning to get fatter, too. I also think my calves had gained a little also. I bought ten pairs of shoes, from sneakers to 5” heels for the Christmas party.
Boy, I'd need to practice in those, LOL. Skirts were next and tights to help stop my thigh from rubbing. I noticed they did thigh-length tights and shorts to wear under the short dresses and skirts, so I bought all 45 pairs. LOL, thank God for MasterCard. The skirts ranged from super short for nights at Gail's and longer ones for work, all different colours, of course. This time I chose to buy some loose dresses for work so no one could see my growth until I revealed myself at the Christmas party. This was all part of my plan; by this time, I was shattered and absolutely starving.
I hadn't eaten for a couple of hours; this was the longest since beginning my gaining, and my tummy thought my throat had been cut. It actually hurt; it was so hungry.
I knew where there was an all-you-can-eat restaurant that had recently opened, but I had not tried it yet. So with my purchases, I went and sat down, paid my money and started my feast, soup, pate and toast, fruit juice, prawns in mayonnaise on lettuce, garlic mushrooms and chive dip, fried garlic prawns and chive dip, another bowl of soup, with six rolls and butter. That was my starter. I then had a 32oz T-bone steak with fries, jacket potatoes, new potatoes with minted butter, sweet corn in butter carrots, peas, cabbage – oh, how I love cabbage - in lots of butter, then I had chilli with rice, three bowlfuls.
I fancied a vegetarian dish, so I went for cannelloni stuffed with spinach and wild mushrooms with more fries. By now the waiters were just staring; I don't think they had seen anyone eat quite so much before. I then thought about some fish, so I had Hoki with wild rice and mange tout, followed by corn on the cob with garlic butter. I had also enjoyed a bottle of wine. And was now ready for desert.
The manager came over.
“I'm sorry to trouble you, my dear, but I couldn't help notice how much you were enjoying your food, and I was wondering if you would bring your friends in on Saturday night. The owner is coming, and I need the restaurant to be seen to be working.”
Always ready to do a deal, I agreed if champagne was supplied for two hours. This he agreed to. He was a very happy man. He also explained that we would have to pay the normal meal charges, as buffets were only lunchtime. Thinking how much I'd eaten already, I agreed.
He then sent the waiters over with platefuls of desserts: four different flavoured cheesecakes, including lemon, which was my favourite; fruit salad with rich vanilla ice cream; sticky toffee pudding, again with cream; strawberry short cake. I managed five pieces of this as it was pure heaven. I was pleasantly full by this time and a little sleepy. Three hours had passed and I'd not stopped eating, bliss. The manager booked a table for five for Saturday night and then arranged a cab home for me. When I got in, I fell asleep on the sofa surrounded by my new clothes.
I was still here when Sian came home. She had been food shopping and started on super as soon as she got in. I heaved myself up and waddled in to my bedroom; this little walk made me pant quite a bit as I was still a little full from lunch. I put away my new clothes and removed my small ones and put them in to Sian and Paul's room. Although I knew they would be too big for her, I thought she could put them away for later - or when Rosie got her wish and became pregnant.
I then decided to have a bath. I ran a lovely deep bath and slipped in. It felt a little tighter than usual and I thought it would be my last bath, as I knew I would soon get stuck. Thank Goodness, we had a walk in shower. As I lay there wallowing in bubbles, I couldn't help get aroused at the sight of my body. It looked nothing like the one I had arrived here with; it was far far sexier. My tummy sat nicely on my thighs, covering over half of them; my arms where like nothing I had ever seen before.
I thought how glad I was that I'd kept up the swimming as I didn't think I would be able to lift them if I hadn't. I had a few red stretch marks running through out my body where my gain had been a little too fast for my body to cope with. I found this made me incredibly horny and was very turned on by the sight of them. My thighs touched all the way to my knees; it was an effort to part them, but I managed to slip my hand in so I could satisfy my lust at my own body.
The sheer size of it blew me away. I was so proud of myself for creating such a fantastic sight, and, while I was dreaming of myself, the vision I had of my boss came to me, and, as I dreamt of him playing with me, I climaxed the best ever. I lay there, panting, daydreaming about our Christmas party and what I had to do.
Once out of the bath and wrapped in my robe – I'd forgotten to buy a new one, so fat was peaking out everywhere – I sat talking to Sian. I explained about Saturday night at the restaurant, and she suggested we made a party of it and invite lots of friends, telling them why we there (i.e., to help out a nice guy.)
Paul came in from the gym, and we told him, too. He said it sounded like a cool idea. He went for a shower, and Sian dropped a hint I should get dressed. I looked down, and my tummy was on full view,
“I don't want you giving Paul ideas about feeding me!” she laughed, so I went and put my sweat pants and new t-shirt on. With my trainers, I had to shout for Sian to tie my laces, as I was far too fat to reach them. She did them up, kissed my belly and walked out. I'm so lucky to have her here with me.
I got on the phone, rang Tim and Rod and invited them to our night out. I told them to get their friends to book a table, too, but they were to sit with us. I telephoned Rosie, but she was on her way over, so I called the restaurant and changed our table to seven. The manager was so pleased, bless him.
Paul got on the phone for ½ hour, ringing his mates to come out on Saturday. By which time Rosie and Steve had arrived. She wanted to see what I had bought, so, while I was showing her, I told her about Saturday night. She was pleased and said she would invite some friends over, too; she loved my new clothes and was amazed at the size of them. She tried on a skirt and it just fell off her. True to her word, she had only gained 10lb since meeting Steve; she gazed at my tummy and gently rubbed it.
“It's taking shape, isn't it, babe?” she said.
“It sure is,” I said as I picked it up and dropped it, so she could she its true girth and how much it rippled. We giggled and then she helped me to my feet.
“Come on, big girl, dinner's ready,” she said.
Sian, as always, had outdone herself and, despite my enormous lunch, I was starving again. Before I ate, though, she gave me a shake to drink – umm, lovely: two pints of cream mixed with extra melted butter and banana weight gain shake - pure heaven. Then we got stuck in. Or, should I say, I got stuck in, LOL. The others ate; I gorged. I do like eating; I do believe it's my favourite hobby! Ummm, even better than shopping, LOL.
We talked about Saturday night and what a good night it would be. We were so going to dress up and, as the champagne was free, we would manage at least three bottles each. The others finished long before I did but, as always, stayed with me while I ate. Desserts came and went again; they were full while I was till hungry. Sian, as always, found me more to eat. At last, I felt full enough to leave the table, while the boys loaded the dishwashers (we needed two for all the pots needed to cook for me!)
We went into the study to get on the Internet. I wanted to show them some lovely underwear in ladybwear: wow, so many things to wear! I chose a new slinky robe in a size 10xl and then I found what I was looking for the Basque of my dreams, The Hussy. In red or black, I couldn't decide so I chose them both. I loved this web site as the models were super-sized and always looked fantastic. I ordered some more stuff including a new negligee. I planed to be needing this at Christmas!!!!
As Rosie and Steve were leaving, she told me, true to his word, the boss had had the toilet cubicles widened, so I wouldn't have to squeeze through any more.
“What a nice man he is,” I sighed.
Rosie giggled and agreed he was a very nice man, gave me a wink and walked out with Steve. I wonder if she knew my feelings for him.
At work the next day, there was a man waiting for me next to my desk.
“Hi, the boss sent me over to alter your desk. Can you show me what you want me to do?”
I sat down, and my chair creaked under my weight. I showed him how my belly was stopping me from reaching the keyboard properly.
“I can sort that out, miss, no problem. I will cut out a circle for your lovely tummy to go into and also raise the table a bit so you aren't leaning over so much. I can also order you a new chair that will come tomorrow. I have a new piece of worktop in my van/ I'll be back in a mo - can you clear your desk?”
As he left, my phone rang. Right on time, it was the boss.
“Is he there yet? And, more to the point, is he sorting it out for you?”
I explained what he was going to do and also told him I needed a new chair. Would this be a problem? He assured me it wasn't and then told me to take the day off while the man did all his jobs.
“I can't do that. What will the others say?”
“Tell them I've sent you on a research job; in fact, take Rosie with you. You both deserve a break; neither of you have had holidays this year.”
Wow, nothing got past him, did it? I hadn't had a holiday at all since I started all those months ago. Little did he know that part of my plan for the Christmas party was to take every afternoon off in the four weeks up to the party and go to bed and let Sian feed me. I hadn't even told Sian this yet.
I went and found Rosie, who was with Pauline, asking her to do some work for a change!
“Rosie, the boss has just called; we have some research to do out of the office today. Get your things.”
The colour of Pauline's face was a picture, green to puce, and back again.
“Huh, I think you are just getting too fat and lazy to work.”
“Yep, that could be it,” was my reply as I swung round, knocking her over with my girth. We laughed all the way out of the office.
We went down to the lobby, and Rosie went and fetched the car. It was too far for me to walk to the car park; I was just too fat for long distances, well, anything over 200 yards!
It was Rosie's turn to shop today. I found a chair to sit on and enjoyed the time she spent finding new clothes, trying them on and showing off in them to me. We did so have fun. She was svelte size 26, and the choice for her was endless. We started talking about the Christmas party and things to wear. Rosie didn't know what to wear, so I let her in to my secret of having something made. I told her I had the dressmaker's number, but I didn't want to show what I was wearing until the day. She laughed and said she would do the same. When she had purchased her many items, we went to the restaurant I had been to yesterday.
The manager was so pleased to see me; he explained that last night the bookings for Saturday night had been magnificent and he asked had I got anything to do with it. I laughed and told him we had arranged for all our friends to come. He kissed both my cheeks and then turned to Rosie and did the same; the other guests must have wondered what was happening. He then gave us the best seats in the restaurant, up on a little stage, where everyone could see you even from the windows, and then ordered the waiters to serve us everything from the menu. Rosie forgot herself and the fact that she didn't want to gain and joined me in our feast. While we were eating, she presented me with a gift, a new dressing gown in a size 44, as I'd told her how small mine was.
It's so nice to have friends.
After 3 ½ hours of eating, we were full. Even me! Rosie had outdone herself and had to undo her buttons and her zipper. Thank God, mine was elastic! She couldn't believe how tasty the food was and was really pleased we were coming back on Saturday. We were both too full to walk back to the car so Rosie rang Steve, and he came to the restaurant and got Rosie's keys and then drove the car to the front. He had to take us one at a time, Rosie first holding her arm as she waddled out of the restaurant. I could see him rubbing her enormous swollen belly lovingly, and I was so pleased they were together. I couldn't help wonder if there was that special wow person out there for me. When he came back for me, he said he had to use the bathroom. He went to ask the manager where it was and stood talking for ages; when he returned he had to ask for some help to get me out of the chair. I was so fat, I'd gotten stuck! We giggled once I was out. I paid and thanked the manager for another excellent meal. He smiled and said thanks to me for keeping him in business; we laughed and I left with Steve supporting me.
“What were you talking about?” I demanded, puffing as I waddled to the car.
“Business. I think we could make this restaurant into Gail's customers' local restaurant.”
Umm, I liked this idea, as the manager obviously had no qualms with fat people. He treated me with respect and kindness, while in some restaurants I was met with rudeness and contempt, which was their loss, as we never ate there again. And with the amount of money a meal cost me, it really was their loss.
“I'd want shares in the company first,” I said.
“All part of the plan. If Saturday night goes well, he will put in a word with the boss and we can have a meeting.”
By now, we were at the car. It took twice as long for me to get there as I got so short of breath walking now. I think it was a good job it was swimming that night!
Rosie was a bit cross as we had been gone so long. But once we explained about Steve's idea, she calmed down and agreed it was a good idea.
They dropped me off, and I went to bed for an hour. Sleep is so good after a meal; it allows your tummy to empty, so that when you awake there is room for more food - always good in my book.
Sian and I went swimming as usual, and Paul met us there. I needed his help to get out of the pool. I did do an extra 10 lengths though, as I wanted to build some more muscle in my calves for what I had in mind. While I was there, I told them about Steve's idea; they wanted to sample the food before Saturday, so, once dried, we went there for my second meal out of the day.
The manager couldn't believe it when I returned with other friends only four hours after I'd left. I just laughed at him and explained that we all liked the idea of becoming a fat person's restaurant. He laughed and poked my tummy gently and said it was one, anyway, then he hugged me and whispered in my ear, asking if I would go out with him on Thursday. I agreed – hey, maybe he was Mr. Wow.
Sian and Paul were also impressed with the food and looked forward to eating there again on Saturday. I had, of course, enjoyed every mouthful. I knew I was well on the way to living my dream.
On the way home, I talked to Sian about my plan to take off every afternoon four weeks before the party so I could seriously gain, that I wanted her to keep me in bed and just keep feeding me until I slept and then start again when I wake. She said she would on the condition I saw a doctor first, as she loved me and was worried about me. If I was healthy, then she would do it. So we arranged for her to make me an appointment with the nurse the next day.
Well, the next day at work I was in for a lovely surprise. The man my boss had sent to do my desk had outdone himself; while Rosie and I were out, he had made an office where my cubicle was by moving the girl to Rosie's old cubicle then knocking the two down and putting glass across to make a very large room. In it were two desks, one for me one for Rosie. He had built a toilet area so I didn't have to walk far, and, under my desk, was a small fridge for me to keep my shakes and candy in. True to his word, he had created a desk in an s- shape so that my belly fitted into the curve and I could reach the keyboard without stretching. My new chair was fantastic: it was electronic and would stand me up at the push of a button. He had even installed two machines, one with cold soda and one filled with candy. I only had to push a button and it would appear.
Rosie and I squealed with delight when we saw it. The man looked shattered; apparently, he and a group of workers had been up all night, working so it would be ready for us when we arrived this morning. We hugged him so hard he nearly stopped breathing! I think he knew how pleased we were.
Pauline's face was a picture when she arrived and wanted to know why I'd got such special treatment when all I did was get fatter.
To my surprise, Rosie stuck up for me,
“Since Kim has been here, the company has generated $4.5 million worth of new clients; whenever the boss goes to conferences, the customers compliment him on this office's efficiency and tell him that the new girl sure has made a difference. That's why she gets the special treatment.”
She also reminded Pauline that Christmas bonuses were worked out on company finance that each person generated - so to be careful or she might not have a job.
Pauline's face was a picture. I could see the other girls looking at Rosie with respect; the worm had finally turned, and it was good to see.
I loved working in that new office. I didn't have to walk more than 20 yards unless it was to the canteen and, hey, even I could manage that walk as there was food at the end of it!