Fat Office Chapter 7

I entered their apartment, which was the same shape and size as mine, but looked far dirtier and messier.  They had children running around throwing stuff on the floor, eating food and not finishing it, and a faint odor that wasn’t terrible, but wasn’t particularly great either.  And indeed, there in the corner of the living room, Dan was struggling with the TV, which had been mounted to the wall.  He was trying his best to fit his beefy hand behind the TV, but it was no use.  This is why they called me over.

“Can I help you with this, Dan?” I asked.

He looked up at me.  “Oh hey John!  Yes please!  I was just saying we could use a guy like you right now.”

He stood up and moved to the side.  I moved forward to look at what he was working on.  Just as I did this, another blonde girl, maybe only a big bigger than Shelley, walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.  She was wearing booty shorts and a tank top, revealing her ample cleavage, and her hair was in a bun.  She looked at me for a moment with a stunned look on her face, then approached Shelley.

“Oh,” Shelley said.  “John, this is my sister, Shirley.”

“Hi Shirley,” I said, waving at her.  She waved back frantically.  After a moment, she whispered to her sister.  I couldn’t hear everything she was saying, but I definitely heard something about me being so cute.  I was used to being either the most attractive person in the room or the ugliest at this point, so I was relatively unphased.

“So what are we trying to do back here?” I asked John.

“Ugh, novice mistake,” he said.  “We installed the wall mount, but forgot to plug the darn thing in.  It’s impossible for folk of our size to reach back there.  We were hoping you might be able to slip in there and give us some power?”

“You got it!” I said, maneuvering behind the TV for him.  “I can also plug in your HDMI’s while I’m back here if you’d like.”

“Good thinking!” Dan said as he ran to his other room to get some devices.  Meanwhile, I messed around with the power cable, first plugging it into the wall, then plugging it into the back of the TV.  As I was finishing up this part, I felt a huge presence in front of the TV, and I lowered myself and moved forward.  It was Shirley, in all of her girth, her giant breasts bulging out of her white tank top.

“Care for some lemonade, John?” she asked, offering me a glass of delicious looking lemonade.  She eagerly held it forward, and though I wasn’t exactly in the mood for it, with my back hurting and all, I didn’t want to be rude.

“Yes, thank you,” I said, taking the glass and taking a sip.  Boy, they sure did like sugar in this town.

“It’s so impressive you can go all the way back there and fit into such a tight space,” she said.  Her cheeks were turning bright red.

“Just ask him out!” Shelley whispered loudly from behind.

“Shhh!” Shirley said to her sister, turning away for a moment.  She looked back at me.  “You know, I have a TV at home that I need to hook up.  Mind if I get your phone number so you can come to my place and… plug it in?”  I could tell she was using this as a joke meaning something else, especially with Shelley snickering behind her.  I was starting to get overwhelmed by the amount of female attention (and sometimes, somehow, lack thereof) in this city, but again, I didn’t want to be rude.

“Sure,” I said, and I gave her my phone number.

She giggled and Dan returned with some game consoles.  I returned to my task of plugging things in, and when I finished, I headed out, but was stopped by Shirley.

“Where are you going?” she asked.  “Don’t you want to watch a movie with us on our new setup you helped us build?”  She put her thick arm around my waist and pulled me close, her smile beaming down on me.  As she did it my back spasmed from the pain it had gone through earlier in the day.

“Ow!” I winced in pain.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, letting me go.

“Oh it’s nothing,” I said.  “Just an injury from earlier today.  I’ll be fine, I just need to rest up so I’ll-”

As I said that, she whisked me off my feet and held me like a little baby, my face mere inches from her bulging bosom, right where her nipple barely hid under the cloth of her tank top.  Her strength was impressive, but not entirely surprising given the size difference.  I was like a small child in her arms.

“Let me carry you to your bed.  It’s the least I can do,” she said to me.

There didn’t appear to be any getting out of this.  “Okay… thanks…”

“I’ll be right back,” she said to Shelley and Dan behind her, out of view from me.  She opened the front door and walked out.  “Where is your apartment, Cutie?” she asked.

I motioned just in front of us.

“Oh right,” she giggled.  “Shelley did say you lived close by.  Is your door locked?  Open it for me and I’ll take you in.”

I pulled out my key and opened the door, letting it swing open.  I felt like such a baby.  I could easily do all this myself, my back wasn’t that badly hurt.  I really needed to learn to stand up for myself.

“Oh my, it’s so empty in this apartment!” she gasped.

“Yeah, I just moved in… and honestly I really don’t have much in the way of personal belongings.  I was kind of just starting out.”

She reached my bedroom and gently placed me on my bed.  “I already texted you, so you have my number, okay Cutie?”

“Thank you,” I replied.

“If you need anything,” she said, and then knelt down very close.  Her breast was threatening to crush my tiny head and her fat fingers were stroking my hair.  “And I mean anything… just text me and I’ll be here.”

“Will do,” I said.

“And I still need help with my TV,” she replied.

-

Another day at the office, another day of being sandwiched between Alicia and Peggy.  You would think at this point, they would find a better place to put me.  I wouldn’t even have minded sitting in the corner, away from a window, in a storage room.  Anything.  Instead here I was, constantly being jostled around between these two fat women.  Any time they scratched their butts, fixed their hair, anything with their arms, My whole body was upheaved.  God forbid they actually had to get up for any reason, it may as well have been an earthquake for me.  Maybe I would bring it up with Debra.

An IM popped up on my screen.

MONICA:  Meet me near the bathrooms at 10am

Her status changed to away as soon as she typed it, leaving no opportunity for me to respond.  At 9:58, I squeezed out from my position between the fat ladies (getting a facefull of breast from each on the way) and headed towards the bathroom.  It was completely empty on the way over; the lunch bell hadn’t yet sounded, and everyone was still working on their computers.  I looked every which way until I heard a door swing open and a big hand grip me by my collar.  In one fast motion, I was yanked into a dark closet, the door shutting violently behind me.  I could tell by the scent just who it was in here.

“Get to work,” Monica said in a stern voice.

I turned my head to see a huge vagina, dripping wet.  Monica had her skirt lifted, adn was either not wearing underwear today or had already removed it.  Her legs were wide apart, and I had been forced to my knees, kneeling before the wet monster before me.  I didn’t have long to take in the sights, as her hand gripped my head and shoved me into it.  It was violent and scary, but not as painful as it could have been considering the amount of flab.  Her wet juices smothered my face.

“You like eating my pussy little bitch?” she asked, in her aggressive voice.  It only came out when she got super horny.  It was a scary side of her that I didn’t really like, but she was much stronger than I was, so I didn’t have much of a choice but to play along.  I licked her up and down as much as my little tongue could.

“Yes,” I said in between licks.

She moved forward, getting her fat legs over my shoulders.  My face was now completely trapped by her pussy.  My tongue had no options to lick anywhere but deep within the crevice.  I felt her two hands grab mine from behind her back, and she pulled them as hard as she could, driving my face even deeper into her.  She was essentially lifting my whole body as she yanked me towards her, and my back arched in a painful way (especially considering what I had been through yesterday).  I tried to scream, but it was like shouting into the void, the void of her hot, wet, fat pussy.

“Please me, bitch,” she muttered, trying to keep her voice down.  “Almost… there…”  I could feel her legs getting more and more wobbly.  Eventually, with a slight whimper, she released me, and I fell backwards, my shoulders lightly resting against the door of the janitor’s closet.  My eyes were starting to adjust, and I could faintly make out Monica, who was panting a foot away from me.

After catching her breath, she motioned towards the door, and I scrambled out, making my way to the bathrooms to wash my face.  Luckily, it was still dead in the hallway, and I was really one of the few men who worked here, so my shame would be kept just to myself.  I felt like I really needed to end my relationship with Monica.  The whole thing was just getting so far out of hand it was interfering with my life.  I finished washing up and headed out, thinking of things to say, when I was stopped by Debra.

“There you are!” Debra said in front of me, her hands on her fat hips.  She didn’t appear to be angry, which was a good thing.

“Hey there!” I said in a way to try to be positive and upbeat despite being raped just a few moments ago.

“Look…Johnny…” she said nervously.  I could tell there was something on her mind.  “A couple things…”

“What is it?”

“About last night… about what you may or may not have heard me saying on the phone…”

“Don’t worry,” I assured.  “It’s in the lockbox.  It’s not my business, nor is it anyone else’s.  I don’t even know the specifics of it anyways, so there’s not much to tell.  But as far as what I heard, that’s between you and me… and… whoever that was…”

I could sense a deep sadness in her.  “Thank you… I… I’m going through some things at home, so I appreciate the support.”  She gave me a big hug, squeezing my now inflamed back and smothering me with her gigantic breasts.  My face was once again trapped, but I could tell she needed it so I didn’t resist.  After a minute or so, she finally let me go.  “I may need your help with some things around the house… if you don’t mind.  I can’t really pay you, since it would be off the clock…”

“I’m down for whatever!” I said.

“Thank you,” she smiled.  “I’ll find some way to make it up to you.”  She started to walk away, but paused.  “Oh wait, there is one more thing.  Judging by your work, I’m going to guess you’re fairly proficient with spreadsheets, is that correct?”

“I know my way around them, yes.”

“Okay, well Felicia from accounting told me she is having some trouble with some equations, and could really use your help.  Mind if I set up some time with you two to help her out?”

“For sure,” I said.  Where had I heard that name before?