Kinktober 2022 #9: Button-Popping/Outgrowing Clothes

I have a longer story idea with this dynamic in mind saved in the notes app on my phone. Figured I'd play around a little and see if it's worth doing a longer version of this once I've wrapped up at least one other series. I feel like the answer is "yes" but as always, would love to hear what y'all think.

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“Mr. Carter?” Susannah asked gently as she knocked on the door to her boss’ office. “You have a meeting in ten minutes. Do you want me to clear your desk before that?”

She heard faint grumbling on the other side of the door. Adrian been testy all day today, snapping at everyone left and right, including her. A good, heavy lunch usually set him to rights for at least a couple hours. “Sir?” she knocked again and cracked the door a bit.

“Come in, but close the damn door before anybody sees.”

Susannah was confused by that, pretty brow wrinkling as she stepped inside and closed the door carefully behind her. “What seems to be the pro–” She stopped in her tracks and took in the scene, carefully schooling her face into inexpressiveness, even as her heart thumped hard in her chest. “...ah.”

Her boss was sitting in his desk chair. His suit jacket had been discarded – Susannah would need to find it before his meeting – and his shirt was open, exposing his stomach. It took every ounce of Susannah’s self-control not to blush. “I don’t know where the buttons went,” he said, clearly frustrated. He covered his mouth and belched a little. Fuck, he looked so much bigger like this, sat back so his belly stacked heavily atop his thick thighs.

The buttons…? Again, it took a moment for Susannah to catch up. Then she realized: one big lunch too many had blown the buttons right off his shirt. She worried at her lower lip with her teeth and started clearing the empty plates and containers from her boss’ desk, keeping her head down.

“Probably need a new shirt. You have spares here at the office, right?”

She nodded. “Yes. I’ll just take these and then I can try and fix that.” She waited for him to say more, to address what was happening, make some comment about his size or stress or eating too much, but that never came. Instead, he rested a hand on his belly, massaging it a little as he tried to lean back even further, like this was as normal as her bringing him coffee in the morning.

His casualness flustered her even further. She felt her ears getting hot as she left the office with the detritus from Adrian’s lunch, trying to remember where in his office she stashed his extra shirts. Plus, an important related question: would any of them even fit? He’d already burst out of one, after all. She tried to rotate them out so the sizes stayed current, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d done that. A month ago? Two?

As she headed back to his office as fast as she could without actually running, she wondered if this was her fault. Adrian was already a bigger man when he hired her, but now he was big big, appetite so overgrown he was eating himself out of his clothes at work.

Susannah admitted to herself that she’d started using food as a way to keep her boss more calm and less stressed (and, conveniently, less likely to shout at anyone who was unfortunate enough to pass by at the wrong moment). She had stashes of his favorite snacks in her desk and in strategic locations in his expansive corner office, always ready to be quietly dropped onto his desk. He had lunch orders ready some days, but most of the time he relied on her to know his tastes and what he wanted. Knowing that he was more likely to want something that tasted good and filled him up rather than whatever was “healthiest,” Susannah tended toward hearty, comforting foods: steaks topped with fat pats of butter and sides of mashed potatoes; chowder in bread bowls; sandwiches theoretically too large for a single person to eat in one sitting. Adrian mellowing as soon as his belly was full was a nice side benefit.

Had she gone too far? Maybe she should’ve ordered him more salads, even if she knew it would piss him off. But then, she hadn’t forced him to eat it all, had she? That was all him. He ate it all, knowing what a workaholic he was, knowing he wasn’t the type to sweat things out at the gym.

Still, the guilt nagged at her as she walked back into his office, averting her eyes with a soft blush as she went to the sleek wood cabinet where she kept some extra clothes on hand for him. She pulled out a shirt and checked the label, giving a sigh of relief as she realized she’d had enough foresight to stash one shirt in a larger size. She handed it to him. “There isn’t enough time before your next meeting for me to iron it, but –”

He waved a hand at her. “Least of my worries right now.” He started undoing his remaining buttons and Susannah’s eyes went wide. A part of her she refused to acknowledge wanted to stay and stare, but she promptly excused herself and went to order him a new set of shirts. She had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time he popped a few buttons.