Winston had been thrilled when he received a raise at work. It was over a double increase in salary and a new title, despite needing to perform the same job. The only catch was he was expected to have more work, forced into 12 hour days. It had seemed worth it at the time, but he hadn't expected the change to hit him so hard. Now he spent all day in the office stuck in his chair, a significant portion of his free-time gone.
He had little time left to himself during the week, but luckily the raise allowed him to afford better meals ordering delivery from restaurants every day. It was one of the few things he had left to enjoy during his time in the office, but even then he was still stuck in his chair. With any room for physical exercise gone, his body quickly changed.
He had filled out his chair in no time, his stationary body packing on fat. His stomach expanded onto his lap, a soft plush pillow spilling out of his slacks. His arms grew round and soft, looking more and more like legs of ham sitting against his thickened body. His work shirts could no longer fit him, wrapped tightly around his torso struggling to contain his girth. Soon the bottom of his stomach became visible all the time, with no chance of hiding it under the failing fabric.
He would have to wait over two months for a new shirt to arrive in his larger size, but even then, he wasn't sure if he hadn't outgrown it already. He considered leaving the position, but he had grown so used to spending all day reclined now he wasn't sure what he'd do even if he got his time back, a victim to his own habits. He resolved himself to his fate, a growing prisoner to the office, continuing to get fatter and fatter never wanting to leave.