Office Gain Pt11

Hey all. Here is the next part. I'm going to try my best to get the last page out before Christmas. Thanks. 

Pamela celebrated her 3-year anniversary of joining GluttCo., Inc., in a way that she never could have ever guessed before, and in a way that would be more memorable than any other work anniversary possible.

She had labored into the office after exiting her Uber, struggling to move a blubbery thigh past the other, making it to the elevators before going to her floor. The second she exited and opened the double glass doors, her boss was there to greet her, a big smile on his face.

“Happy Anniversary Pam! Did you think I’d forget?”

Pamela smiled as she greeted her boss, ignoring the burning in her legs for having stood so long. She wheezed a bit before grasping on to the side of one of the waiting rooms chairs, using it as support before waddling forward a bit more.

Her boss, who was probably either the same size or slightly larger, moved with much more elegance and ease. It was no wonder as he had almost two feet on her and was also a former body builder. Still, even he lumbered around as he followed her to her office, pausing whenever she had to, allowing himself to catch his own breath as his mammoth underling tried to get to her desk.

As she did, she saw that he had once again gone all out for her; there were balloons on her monitor, and an assortment of cookies from her favorite bakery. Not to mention, he had purchased the big ten-pound box of Godiva chocolates for her that she loved. It was just a small token of his appreciation for the work she did. Even though she was exhausted, she still was able to give him a big smile, her four chins sagging down to almost touch her breasts.

“Thank you, Ter. You really don’t have to go all out for me though.”

“Nah, you’re the best assistant I’ve ever had, bar none. I’ve even talked to the higher ups about maybe getting someone to assist you. Could perhaps even promote ya to head assistant in the department.”

He placed a paw on her blubbery shoulder, feeling it sink in as he did so. He then lowered his glasses with his other paw, letting them rest on his snout.

“I mean that, Pam. You are a godsend for this firm. It’s the least I can do.”

She thanked him again as he turned to head back to his office. He stopped short though, his great gut jostling to the side and whacking into the door frame.

“Oh yeah. We’re going to Antonio’s at lunch. Reserved a nice table for us. My treat. See ya then.”

Pam could hardly contain her excitement at the sound of that. She loved the cozy Italian restaurant, especially since the servings were family sized, meaning she and Terrence could get a good selection of things to try, without the need to order seconds. Or more than likely, thirds. So enthralled by the possibility of this great lunch, that when she sat down she ignored the sound of what appeared to be a bolt or two falling out of her desk chair, as well as the front of her slacks tearing just slightly by the zipper. She was too busy thinking about what she would be eating later (as well as enjoying some of the cookies in front of her), to be bothered by anything else. Thus, she just munched and typed away for the next few hours, before going with her boss to lunch.

*

Getting back from lunch took a bit longer than going to it, as both Terrance and Pamela had glutted themselves for almost two hours. It was an incredible showing, as they probably consumed more cheese in two hours than a farm could produce in a year. If an item was lacking cheese, they added it. If an item already had cheese on it, they supplemented it. It was just a continuous display of gluttony, one that wracked up a bill of almost 800 dollars, for just two people.

Arriving back in the office, Pamela was belching and passing gas at every moment, all the while clutching her bloated abdomen, trying to keep all the food she ate in there. Her outfit was ready to burst, having gone form skintight to obscene after the meal; you could make out every bulge, every hair, every spot of cellulite on her corpulent frame as she maneuvered her hips around each cubicle. She found she had to apologize to one or two co-workers as her gelatinous mass of flesh that was her ass bounced into a countertop, knocking something over. She would just sheepishly smile and say “sorry”, hoping no one got too annoyed.

By the time she was back in her own office, having barely squeezed her gut through, Pamela was caked in perspiration, her jowls dripping sweat down to her cavernous bosom. She wiped her brow with a forearm, not hearing that doing so caused her shirt sleeve to tear, exposing a fleshy, furry arm. She simply just clutched the door frame for another moment before taking a deep breath and making the journey to her chair, which, for some reason, looked like it was a little bent at the bottom. She figured it was just a trick of the eyes, happening because she had eaten so much, that she ignored it and grabbed the desk for balance and proceeded to lower her monumental tush down onto the chair.

At that exact moment, the chair, which had for months valiantly tried to hold up her weight, even as she climbed past 700 pounds, then 800, and now 900 pounds, gave up and threw in the towel. The steel pole which connected the chair to it’s base and wheels, bent in completely and forced the seat down. Her weight fully connected with the base of the chair, sending steel, plastic and wheels everywhere. It was so hard and effective that it actually shook the room and cracked the floor slightly.

As bad as that was though, that was actually not the worst part. For as she was falling to the ground, the sudden jerkiness caused her body to move in ways that her clothes could no longer handle. Like the chair, bits of cloth and buttons flew across the room, leaving poor Pamela in nothing but a pair of panties that were wedged between her two planet sized cheeks. She felt the cold air hit her breasts and stomach, causing her nipples to stand at attention, even though she was at work.

She did not quite comprehend what had happened at first, thinking she had just sat wrong. One look down though, seeing that her breasts, which had been covered (not adequately, but covered nonetheless), were now completely bare. She craned her neck forward as best she could, looking past her blimped out tits to see that her stomach was also exposed, and, from what of her legs wasn’t covered by her gut, that her legs were too bare. She ran a hand slowly down her back as best as she could, straining until she reached where she thought her pants would be, only to see that there was nothing but fur.

The 914 pound woman sat there in silence. She had once felt like three of her could fit on this chair, maybe even five. That had been when she first started. Now, three years later, not only could she overflow the chair, but the chair was not equipped to handle her girth. This should have scared her. This should have terrified her. This should have had her crying. Instead, something she never would have predicted happened. She slowly dragged her ass and what was left of the chair over a bit so she could reach the phone.

“Terrence? Uh, I think I may need to spend the rest of the day working from home. I, uh, well, seem to have broken my desk chair AND my outfit.”

Laughter rang out on the other end of the phone as Terrence told her not to worry about it. Before too long, Pamela found herself laughing too, even as her stomach brushed the cold tile floor and she sat there on the floor essentially.

“Oh, and Terrance? Do you think you can come in here, too? I don’t know if I can get up.”