~SSBHM/FFA, ~MWG, Feeding, Revenge, Romance - A Philandering Boss Gets His Just Desserts
I knew we had a problem when the boss rolled into work that afternoon, late after a lunch with his wife. He was sweating and ashen-faced when he called me into his office.
"Shut the door," he said. I did as he asked and then took my usual seat opposite his desk. His scrubbed at his face with his hands before sighing heavily and looking at me with reddened eyes. "She knows I've been cheating on her."
My eyes widened. "Boss, are you okay? What's going on?"
He leaned forward, potbelly pressed against his desk, and reached out his hands. I held them in mine and waited. "She realized I had to be seeing someone. She said," he snorted, "that I was obviously too happy."
I squeezed his plump hands again in mine. "I am so sorry. I know you two have been unhappy for a while, but I didn't realize it was that bad. What are you going to do? What is she going to do? What is she going to do to your ... Girlfriend?"
He leaned further forward, his chubby face sincere. "She doesn't know who the other person is. She never will. I happen to love the lady very much, and I would protect her with my life. As for what she does to me, I don't know. She said we weren't getting a divorce until she got some revenge, and that if I wanted to get out of this with my finances intact I'd better shut up and swallow my punishment." He sighed and released my hands. "I have no idea what she'll do to me."
"Boss, I want you to know that I'll support you any way I can. Whatever you've done, I still respect you and like you as a person."
He looked up at me as I stood. "Thank you; I appreciate that more than you could ever know."
He watched me as I walked to the door, stopped me just before I opened it. "Did you hear what I said?"
I turned to look at him, his normally pink, rounded cheeks looking grey and deflated. "I heard what you said, boss. And for the record, I love you very much too."
I slipped through the door and returned to my desk, determined to ensure that no one disturbed my boss for the rest of the day. My poor sweetheart.
The next morning was tense. He and I tried to get our work done, but we were both worried about what his jealous, manipulative wife would do, especially if she found out who her husband had been seeing. I tried to cajole him; I brought him his favorite coffee with extra whip, and scored him the last red velvet cheesecake cupcake from his favorite bakery, but even that failed to raise a smile. I had to get him started on the cupcake himself, unwrapping it and holding a big piece to his mouth while I kissed the top of his head. "Boss, we both know you're a bear when your blood-sugar is low. Eat this for me and you'll feel better." He kissed my fingers as he took the cake from them, and I shivered with desire, then reluctantly returned to my work. This was not the time.
At one in the afternoon, the devil rode in. Pure mean wrapped in a layer of oh-so-cute, the boss's wife stormed through the door, then swept past me into his office, grocery bags in her hands. I was confused when she unceremoniously dumped them on his desk to reveal his favorite chocolates and other treats. He and I both looked at her, bemused.
Crumpling up the bags, she clenched them in her fists and snapped at him, "For years I looked after you. I took care of you, made sure you looked after yourself with diet and exercise, bought your clothes, everything. I made you look as good as I could, considering your fat ass, that big belly, and the fact you have to chins. Well," she said, striding around his desk towards him, "obviously I was too good at it, since you've been screwing around. But no more. You want to get away with a nice, civil divorce? Fine, I'm going to fatten you up so that whoever your whore is won't fuck you any more, and then I'm done. And I will tell everyone that I've left you because you've turned into a fat pig and that you disgust me. It's win/win - you get humiliated, and I get to leave you. So start eating, piggy. You're getting a delivery every day from now on. Finish it, and you get to sleep in the guest suite on the ground floor. Don't finish and you're on your own and get double the next day." With that she stormed out past me and slammed the door, leaving us both stunned.
The boss slowly pushed some of the candy aside, then looked at me. "Do you think she means it?" he asked.
I nodded. "I think she does. But you could tell her no, divorce her, and take your chances?"
He slowly shook his head. "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I'm actually far more wealthy than you were aware. The bad news is that she knows what I'm worth. I would make you a bet she's hoping I do just that and she gets half, or even more than half, given that I cheated on her."
We sat in silence for a moment, both digesting the news.
He spoke first, "Sweetheart?"
"Yes boss?"
"How would you feel if I gained a few pounds?"
My heart skipped a beat while between my legs grew warm. "Boss," I said, standing and walking over to him, "that would just give me more of you to love." As I spoke I unwrapped a peanut-butter cup, then held it to his lips. His arm went around my waist as he slipped the hocolate into his mouth, and then kissed my fingers again. I moaned and pulled his head to my chest for a quick hug, then stroked his fat cheek as he looked up at me.
"You know," he said, "if you feed me everything it could be fun."
His gaze was steady as he looked at me. Slowly I unwrapped another candy, held it to his mouth. As he chewed I said, "I like fun. A lot."
Continued in post 2
Fix Your Business
I knew we had a problem when the boss rolled into work that afternoon, late after a lunch with his wife. He was sweating and ashen-faced when he called me into his office.
"Shut the door," he said. I did as he asked and then took my usual seat opposite his desk. His scrubbed at his face with his hands before sighing heavily and looking at me with reddened eyes. "She knows I've been cheating on her."
My eyes widened. "Boss, are you okay? What's going on?"
He leaned forward, potbelly pressed against his desk, and reached out his hands. I held them in mine and waited. "She realized I had to be seeing someone. She said," he snorted, "that I was obviously too happy."
I squeezed his plump hands again in mine. "I am so sorry. I know you two have been unhappy for a while, but I didn't realize it was that bad. What are you going to do? What is she going to do? What is she going to do to your ... Girlfriend?"
He leaned further forward, his chubby face sincere. "She doesn't know who the other person is. She never will. I happen to love the lady very much, and I would protect her with my life. As for what she does to me, I don't know. She said we weren't getting a divorce until she got some revenge, and that if I wanted to get out of this with my finances intact I'd better shut up and swallow my punishment." He sighed and released my hands. "I have no idea what she'll do to me."
"Boss, I want you to know that I'll support you any way I can. Whatever you've done, I still respect you and like you as a person."
He looked up at me as I stood. "Thank you; I appreciate that more than you could ever know."
He watched me as I walked to the door, stopped me just before I opened it. "Did you hear what I said?"
I turned to look at him, his normally pink, rounded cheeks looking grey and deflated. "I heard what you said, boss. And for the record, I love you very much too."
I slipped through the door and returned to my desk, determined to ensure that no one disturbed my boss for the rest of the day. My poor sweetheart.
The next morning was tense. He and I tried to get our work done, but we were both worried about what his jealous, manipulative wife would do, especially if she found out who her husband had been seeing. I tried to cajole him; I brought him his favorite coffee with extra whip, and scored him the last red velvet cheesecake cupcake from his favorite bakery, but even that failed to raise a smile. I had to get him started on the cupcake himself, unwrapping it and holding a big piece to his mouth while I kissed the top of his head. "Boss, we both know you're a bear when your blood-sugar is low. Eat this for me and you'll feel better." He kissed my fingers as he took the cake from them, and I shivered with desire, then reluctantly returned to my work. This was not the time.
At one in the afternoon, the devil rode in. Pure mean wrapped in a layer of oh-so-cute, the boss's wife stormed through the door, then swept past me into his office, grocery bags in her hands. I was confused when she unceremoniously dumped them on his desk to reveal his favorite chocolates and other treats. He and I both looked at her, bemused.
Crumpling up the bags, she clenched them in her fists and snapped at him, "For years I looked after you. I took care of you, made sure you looked after yourself with diet and exercise, bought your clothes, everything. I made you look as good as I could, considering your fat ass, that big belly, and the fact you have to chins. Well," she said, striding around his desk towards him, "obviously I was too good at it, since you've been screwing around. But no more. You want to get away with a nice, civil divorce? Fine, I'm going to fatten you up so that whoever your whore is won't fuck you any more, and then I'm done. And I will tell everyone that I've left you because you've turned into a fat pig and that you disgust me. It's win/win - you get humiliated, and I get to leave you. So start eating, piggy. You're getting a delivery every day from now on. Finish it, and you get to sleep in the guest suite on the ground floor. Don't finish and you're on your own and get double the next day." With that she stormed out past me and slammed the door, leaving us both stunned.
The boss slowly pushed some of the candy aside, then looked at me. "Do you think she means it?" he asked.
I nodded. "I think she does. But you could tell her no, divorce her, and take your chances?"
He slowly shook his head. "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I'm actually far more wealthy than you were aware. The bad news is that she knows what I'm worth. I would make you a bet she's hoping I do just that and she gets half, or even more than half, given that I cheated on her."
We sat in silence for a moment, both digesting the news.
He spoke first, "Sweetheart?"
"Yes boss?"
"How would you feel if I gained a few pounds?"
My heart skipped a beat while between my legs grew warm. "Boss," I said, standing and walking over to him, "that would just give me more of you to love." As I spoke I unwrapped a peanut-butter cup, then held it to his lips. His arm went around my waist as he slipped the hocolate into his mouth, and then kissed my fingers again. I moaned and pulled his head to my chest for a quick hug, then stroked his fat cheek as he looked up at me.
"You know," he said, "if you feed me everything it could be fun."
His gaze was steady as he looked at me. Slowly I unwrapped another candy, held it to his mouth. As he chewed I said, "I like fun. A lot."
Continued in post 2
