Fat Office Chapter 8

After work, Melanie and I went to the store to get a dress for her big date.  It must have looked weird for people to see us walking together.  A giant woman with giant breasts and a giant ass in a white flower dress (or I guess, a normal looking woman in this town) walking side by side with a tiny guy in a white collar shirt and khaki pants.  I probably looked like her child, I was so small.

We fumbled around in the women’s section for a bit.  She was sifting through dresses on a rack, and I was standing awkwardly behind her, not really sure what I should be doing.  I didn’t fully understand why she wanted me to be here with her while she was trying to look good for another guy.  Surely she understood the connection we had; there was romantic tension between us from the beginning.  So picking a sexy dress seemed odd, particularly because it was meant for someone else.

“What color do you think,” she asked.  “White or pink?”

“Pink?” I suggested.

“Very feminine, good pick!” she said, perusing through the dresses.  “I could have said black because it’s thinning… but I think we both know that ship has sailed.”  She chuckled after she said that, and I found it very funny that everyone here knew they were obese and had come to terms with it.

“So what are you guys going to be doing?” I asked, trying to seem interested in her bitter betrayal.

“We are going to the baseball game, go Donuts!” she exclaimed.  I wasn’t from around here, and I didn’t follow sports, but I assumed the baseball team for this city was called the Donuts.  Fitting.

“Do you really think a dress is the way to go?  Wouldn’t you want something a little more… casual, for a baseball game?  You’re gonna be sitting in uncomfortable chairs and having to move around a lot right?”

“You’re not wrong,” she replied.  “But I really want to wow him.  I feel like if I dressed casually, it would make him think I’m not serious.  I want him to see me and be blown away, like in one of those romantic movies.”

“Can’t argue with that…” I said.

“Ooh, I think this is perfect!” she squealed.  She held up a dress that looked like a bedsheet, but I knew everyone here was massive and this was probably normal.  It was pink, full bodied, and looked like it showed off a lot of cleavage.  Every woman here was super well endowed, it was a blessing and curse.  But Melanie was particularly large, one of the largest breasted girls I had seen.  She clearly was aware of it, and wanted to make a statement on her big date.  Being totally honest, I was curious how she would look in it, and not just from a friend’s standpoint.  Her giant breasts were going to be on full display in this dress, and I was sure she was going to look great.

“I think we have a winner,” I said, trying to sound like a friend and not someone that wanted to see her looking sexy.

“I have to try it on first, silly,” she said, grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the dressing rooms in the back.

“Wait, Melanie… I-”

But she, like most women here, was much stronger than me.  As we got closer to the dressing rooms, the lady watching over it wasn’t really doing much watching, and was just scrolling on her phone.  There’s no way she noticed Melanie taking what could be her child into a dressing room with her.  Melanie found a suitable room, opened the door, let me inside (I had to go first of course), and closed the door behind her.  Even in the bigger than usual fitting rooms, having the two of us in the same one was a tight squeeze.  There was a bench behind me, and Melanie gently guided me to sit down.

“I can’t be in here!” I whispered as urgently as I could.  I didn’t want to make enough noise that someone could hear me.

“Don’t be silly,” she said.  “I need your opinion on this, and I don’t want to keep walking in and out to get it.  Okay, close your eyes, I’m taking off my clothes.”

I closed my eyes.  “So… you want me to sit in the dressing room with you…” I said.  “But you want me to close my eyes when you’re undressing… doesn’t really make sense, does it?”  I was trying to be friendly and not sound snarky, but I was sure I was failing.

She giggled.  “Complaining?  Are you trying to sneak a peak at me without a shirt on?” she asked.

“No… I… um…” I wasn’t sure how to answer that.  Now that we were both dating other people, it changed the dynamic of how we could flirt with each other.  At least it did for me, she clearly had less boundaries, but she had just started dating, so maybe it was more okay.  I didn’t want it to seem like I wasn’t attracted to her, though.  I know she was currently off limits, for multiple reasons, but Melanie was a door I wanted to stay permanently open.

“Almost…done…” I heard her saying while struggling to get the dress on.  I was sure trying to fit into anything at her size was a colossal task.  I felt a giant mass of something press against my face.  I felt the cloth of her dress, and it immediately shoved me into the wall.  It didn’t hurt, but it was going to prevent me from moving anywhere.

“Um… Melanie,” I muttered.

“Oops, sorry,” she said, pulling back.  I readjusted, now fearful of what she may do to me on accident in this tiny fitting room.  Lucky for me, she was done putting it on.  “And, finished.  You can open your eyes now.”

I opened my eyes to a giant pair of breasts right in my face.  Literally inches, maybe an inch, maybe less than an inch.  Her huge boobs pushed up in a pink dress looked primed for attention, like I was meant to put my face in them and take a nap.  Her creamy breast flesh was so inviting, I had to remind myself that we were officially just friends, and any action I took at this point would reflect on myself, being in a relationship, and I was the type of guy who didn’t want to be bad.

She was clearly bent forward in front of me, giving me an incredible view of the unimaginable amount of cleavage in front of her.  Her breasts looked like they each weighed at least twenty pounds, and were ready to burst forth from their pink entrapments, something I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing.  I looked up after my few seconds of ogling to see her smiling face beaming down on me, waiting for my opinion.  Oh, right, I was supposed to tell her how her dress looked wasn’t I?

“So… how does it look?” she asked me eventually, likely nervous that I hadn’t said anything.  I hoped she hadn’t mistaken my awed silence for disappointment, because that was certainly not the case.

“It’s… it’s amazing,” I said.

“You think so?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think this dress looks great on you.  Pink is truly your color,” I said, with sincerity in my voice, because I truly meant it.  She did look great.  The dress hugged her curves perfectly, and there was a lot to hug.

“Thank you!  I love it!” she squealed.  She leaned in and grabbed me around my shoulders with her burly arms.  I felt like she was about to squeeze, but held back.  Her massive breasts were pressed hard against my chest, so much so that I could feel her flesh spilling out of the dress and pressing up against my chin.  We paused in silence for a few moments, both not sure of what to make of the situation.

“I feel like hugging you right now…” she said.

“Yeah, I mean… what’s a hug between friends?” I asked, somewhat nonchalantly.  She moved in for a hug, her giant breasts now pressed against my face.  My hands tried to wrap around her back the way hers did mine, but it simply wasn’t possible.  Most of the length of my arms were devoted to maneuvering around her giant bosom, adding a slight squeezing effect.  As she slowly pulled in, I sank further and further into her tits, until my face had mostly disappeared between them.

“This feels… good,” she whispered.  I could tell from the timbre in her voice that she wasn’t treating this like a traditional friendship hug.  “I mean… better than I expected it would.  Almost… right?”

I couldn’t respond with words, since my mouth was completely covered up, but I reciprocated by squeezing my arms together more than I was already, pushing her tits out and burying my face deeper into her cleavage.  I heard her give off the softest of moans, and her left knee quietly drifted over the bench I was sitting on and relaxed next to my body.  The knee was so big and thick it could have easily crushed me if it was only a foot to her right, but I didn’t feel scared.  I felt safe.

Our pelvic regions were now touching, and there would be nothing to hide the fact that I was fully erect from her.  There was certainly a bulge in my pants, though to someone as big as her, I would be surprised if she could even notice.  And yet, somehow, I felt her react, ever so subtly, as she lowered her crotch onto it.  At this point, I was completely smothered by this enormous woman.  I wouldn’t be able to run away, not that I wanted to.  Being imprisoned in the breasts and legs of Melanie was like a slice of Heaven I didn’t want to run away from, even if it was so inherently wrong.

She removed one of her arms from her hug, but didn’t let go at all.  Her hand grabbed my hair and pulled me out of her cleavage.  It felt nice to breathe again, but overall, I would have loved to stay in there longer.  But she tilted my head up so my face was close to hers.  At this point I was reading her lips.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, biting her big lip.

“...yeah…” I said.

“What if we-”

A knock on the door snapped us out.  She didn’t let me go, and if anything, she held me closer to her breasts.

“Everything okay in there?  I heard something bang against the wall,” came a voice from the other side of the door.  It must have been her knee.  In the heat of passion, it seemed like nothing, but maybe it rammed against the wall and sounded like a bulldozer.  I certainly didn’t hear it, but I was in another world at the time.

“Um… yes… I’m fine.  Just lost my balance…”

The faint sound of footsteps trailed away, leaving us alone in the fitting room again, our breathing heavy, one of the many things we were just now piecing together.  It was like sobering up from a long night of partying; we were left to face up to the acts we had just committed, or considered committing, if it made any difference.  We stared into each other’s eyes, and realization hit us like a train; what we were doing was wrong.  The other realization was that we were not bad people, but we had moments of weakness, and we could right them, or at least make them as right as possible.  It was like our eyes nodded, while our heads remained motionless.

She got up from her position over me, and I stood up as well.  I patted down my clothes, and she picked hers up off the floor.  Closing my mouth, I nodded to her and opened the door, shutting it behind me.

I rested my back against the door and rummaged through my brain.  I knew I had just done wrong.  But how could it feel so right?  I pushed off the door, and rounded the corner out of the dressing room.

“I knew it!” shouted the woman working the counter.