Fat Office Chapter 4

Melanie and two other girls, all enormous or course, were gathered at the front.  When I arrived, Melanie got excited.  “Here he is!” she said, motioning me to come closer.  They were probably hungry, so I hurried over.

“Hey guys,” I said.

“He is cute-” one of them blurted out.

“Shut up, Stephanie!” Melanie said.  She turned back.  “Johnny, this is Stephanie, and this is Joy, and this is Ariana.”  I introduced myself to them and we made really brief small talk about how the new job was going, but it was clear they were all itching to get out of here and go get some food.  After all, lunch was only an hour and a half long.

We made it out to the parking lot, and Joy pulled out her keys.  “So, usually we can only fit two people in the back, but something tells me we can make an exception for you, Shrimpy.”  She laughed as she said that last part.  I knew I was the small man out, so I was okay with it.  The girls all piled in, except for Melanie, who held the door open for me.

“Come on in,” she said warmly.

I didn’t know if she was thinking this through all the way.  She was essentially positioning me between herself and Stephanie, who was sitting on the other side.  I wasn’t about to be disrespectful though, so I got in and sat down.  There were no seat belts in this car; clearly they weren’t needed with people of this size.  It was like a new country with its own set of laws.  Not exactly reassuring in case of an accident, but what were the odds of that?  I didn’t think much of it.

Melanie squeezed in on my right.  So here I was, a tiny guy sandwiched between two monstrous women, their own butt fat making them seem even taller sitting down than normal (and they were already taller than me).  Their giant breasts were on either side of my face, which was pressing against their thick arms.  Melanie turned her head and looked down at me with a smile.  I looked up at her, thought most of it was blocked by her giant left breast, but I could still see her eyes.

“You’re gonna love it, Johnny!” she squealed with excitement.  As the car started up, her and Stephanie’s breasts began to lightly wobble.

Stephanie chimed in.  “Melanie, he’s even shorter than you said he was.  Look!  His head doesn’t even come up past your boobs!”  Everyone in the car laughed, and I nervously joined them.  She wasn’t wrong.  I was fascinated by how some people were drawn to me, and others seemingly didn’t realize I was there.  Stephanie must have been somewhere in between… I hoped she didn’t have a crush on me.  I had taken about as much as I could handle from love at this point.

“Oh Stephanie, you’re making him blush!” said Melanie.

“And look at his scrawny little legs.  Even both of his legs pushed together aren’t even close to the size of one of yours.  I’ve never seen someone so small before.”  Stephanie was being quite brazen, but she wasn’t wrong.  I compared my legs to hers and the difference was stunning.  Her leg was easily five times thicker than mine, probably a lot more than that.  Her ass must have been-

“We’re here!” someone from the front squealed.  I was deep in thought, and I was pretty sure they were all still talking, but I noticed very little.  I could only hear so much taunting about my size, especially coming from elephants like Stephanie.  I didn’t want to say anything rude, so I just zoned out and chose not to say anything.  When the car parked, the girls got out, with Melanie motioning towards me to come out on her side.

I stepped out of the car, which seemed a bit high but nothing I couldn’t manage.  I closed the door behind me, when Melanie got close to me so nobody else could hear.  I wasn’t sure if she intended to or not (I’d wager not), but she practically pinned me to the car with her massive chest as she leaned forward.

“Johnny, I’m so sorry about Stephanie.  She gets like that, but she’s really nice.  She didn’t mean anything by all that okay?”  I nodded, trying not to get pinned to the car but also to not push against her breasts that were now dangerously close.  “Your size doesn’t make you any less of a man.  A lot of girls here would love to be with a guy like you.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“I know so,” she said confidently.  She pulled back.  “Now let’s go eat!  I’m starving, how about you?”

“I’ve worked up a bit of an appetite,” I said, and the two of us joined the group and headed to the Taco Shack.  There was a bit of a line to get in, so we all waited, most of us looking like cattle being herded, minus myself.  It was a pretty warm day, so the sweat stains were beginning to form, and everyone was starting to feel a little on edge.  Joy and Ariana began muttering loudly to each other.

“Look at the stud over there…” Joy said.

“Oh, in the yellow polo?” Ariana asked.  They looked at each other and Joy nodded, and they both giggled like school girls.  I looked at the guy in yellow, and he looked like another of the millions of fat guys that lived here.  He was probably over 700 pounds of beef, but now that I was looking at him from a perceived woman’s perspective, I did notice a hefty bulge coming from the front of his pants.  This guy was packing some serious size under his trousers, I’m thinking a foot long, maybe longer.  Come to think of it, most of these women would need a guy like that right?  How would a little guy like me even please a woman like them, sexually speaking?  I was nowhere near that guy’s length, or girth for that matter.  Not even half.  It actually made me a bit depressed knowing that biologically I was, in that way, vastly inferior to every other guy here.  If penis size was what these girls were into, I was shit out of luck, and that could be a problem.

Joy and Ariana were making size motions, pretending to measure.  They were also pretending to put it in their mouths and giggling like they were clever.  Melanie looked like she was ready to burst.  “Guys!” she said, trying to get there attention.  “Remember?  We have a guy here with us?  Johnny?  Don’t you think we should keep our conversations a little more appropriate?”  She put her beefy hand on my shoulder, putting probably more pressure on me than she intended, but still being very comforting.

“Oh right…” Ariana said.  “Sorry about that Johnny, that was pretty rude.”

“It’s okay,” I said.  “I’m not so soft that I can’t take a little locker room talk, as we call it back home.”

They all laughed.  Joy put her hand on my other shoulder.  Pretty sure they were now trying to shove me to the other side of the planet now.  “See, Melanie?  He’s tough!”  With her other hand she pinched my not there bicep.  “Speaking of locker room talk, Johnny, you’re new here.  Got a girlfriend yet?”

“No, I’m still getting settled in.”  I didn’t want to discuss the date I had just had.  I wanted to keep my business life and my private life separate.  A woman in a very revealing tanktop appeared in front of us.  She was one of the employees, and was wearing the orange and black colors the restaurant used as a theme.  She was holding a tray with some water bottles.

“Hey guys, want some water?” she asked.

“Yes please,” the girls said.

After handing them some water, the girl looked down at me, then leaned forward, displaying a huge amount of cleavage in what was already a very revealing uniform.  “Hey honey, are you thirsty?”  It was everything I could do to not bury my face in the overabundance of cleavage being shoved right in front of my face.  They were positively enormous, around the same size as Melanie’s, who up to this point had the biggest pair I’d seen.  I mean, everyone here was huge, several time bigger than my head, but this woman’s were gigantic.  I could tell my face was already turning red, and I wanted to die.  I had to remember that this was just how things were here.

“Um, yes please,” I said.  She handed me a bottle and giggled.  “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, honey,” she said, and moved on down the line.

The girls all giggled at me.  “Well, we can tell you’re a breast man!” Joy said.  “Look how red his face got!”

“I bet he likes Melanie, she’s got the biggest boobs in the office probably,” joked Stephanie.

“What about Felicia in accounting?  She’s positively huge!  I bet Johnny would go after her before anyone else!” added Ariana.

“Guys…” Melanie tried to interrupt, but was getting overpowered.  She was so timid, it was hard for her to get in.

“Could you imagine Felicia and Johnny on a date?” joked Ariana more.  “She would hug him and half of his body would disappear in her big tits.  You’d just see his little legs sticking out, kicking and-”

“Guys!” shouted Melanie.  They all stopped.  “You’re making Johnny uncomfortable.  Look how red he’s getting.”  I didn’t realize it, but I guess I was turning bright red from embarrassment.  There was the slight urge to crawl into a hole and never come out again, but I was sad to see it wearing so dominantly on my face.

“You’re right, sorry Johnny,” Stephanie said.

The line kept moving and we eventually got our tacos.  They were fantastic, but the portions were far too great for me, I could only eat a little bit.  Melanie finished what I couldn’t, and she sat next to me the whole time, closer than what I was used to.  After defending me, I feel like she took on a role of protector for me, which I both appreciated and also felt disappointed in myself that I needed it.  Still, it was nice having a body to protect me from the other monsters.  And her chest wasn’t tough to look at either.

The ride back to work was uneventful, or at least, as uneventful as a ride with 4 600 pound women could be.  I was still getting used to everyone being gargantuan in size and feeling fear every time someone decided to take a seat.  It was only a matter of time before I was sat on, and when that day came, who knew if I could survive.  Luckily, this group was very kind, outside of the incident earlier, but I chalked that up to some innocent teasing.  They were clearly not used to having a male in the group, especially one of my size, so I chose to forgive them for that.

I worked the rest of the day as normal, and remembered my boss, Debra, had offered me some overtime after work.  When I was complete with my shift, I didn’t turn off my computer, as I assumed I would be using it later.  Everyone else was headed for the door, and normally, I would get caught up in the herd of traffic and have to be very careful.  But this time I was going to opposite way and avoided all of the end of the day hustle and bustle.

I knocked on her door.  “Come in,” I heard Debra say.

Entering the room, Debra was behind her desk, typing away at something.  She didn’t acknowledge me or even look up.  “Hi…” I stammered.  “I’m here now about the over time… stuff…?”

She nodded, though never stopped typing or looking up.  “Excellent Johnny.  Let me just send this real quick and, there we go.”  She looked somewhat flustered, but took a deep breath and looked up at me with a big smile.  “Hi Johnny, thank you so much for joining me after work.  Could you close the door please?”

I wasn’t sure why I needed to close the door, but I did as I was told.  It was now just the two of us, completely alone (though it was the end of the day, so most people were gone anyways, so who cared?).  “So what can I help you with, Ms.-”

“Just Debra, please,” she said.  I nodded.  “So, I have a special task for someone as uniquely qualified as yourself, Johnny.”  She stood up and approached me, walking around her desk.  She was my boss, so she already had power over me, but now, with her right up in front of me, the power seemed both physical and overwhelming.  Her large hands grabbed me by my waist, and she was almost able to completely surround my torso with just her two hands.  Her giant breasts were now right in my face as she looked down at me.  Her voice got low and quiet.  “Are you ready to help me?” she asked.

I swallowed hard and looked around, but remembered I was trapped in this room with her.  What was she about to do to me?  Realizing I had no other choice, I nodded and closed my eyes in fear of what was coming next.  Without hesitation, she lifted me in the air.  I felt the sensation of flying, and when I opened my eyes, I was eye level with her ceiling fan.

“I need you to help me clean some things around the office.  There are little places nobody here, including the janitors, can reach.  You, on the other hand, have those tiny little arms, so you’d be perfect for the job!”  Now that I looked more closely, there were lines of dust and who knows what on the fan, which looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years.  She brought me back down.  “Think you can help?” she asked.

“Of course!” I said.  Better than what I thought was going to happen.  She pulled out some cleaning supplies.

“Let’s get to it then!” she said.