Office Gain Pt8

The clattering of keys, mixed with the sound of chewing, belching, and a chair creaking echoed through the offices of the 21stfloor of GluttCo, Inc. building in New York City. It was almost 10pm and Pamela was the only person still working. She had promised Terrence that she would have the report finished by 8 am Friday morning, but things had come up and it was now Thursday and she had not finished it. So, she was stuck in the office, frantically trying to wrap up the assignment.

As she typed, she alternated between a paragraph and putting something delectable in her mouth, with the food intake outpacing the word output. She let out a loud belch and scratched her back as best she could, ignoring the tightness of her shirt, and trying to ignore the dampness. She was covered in sweat, as it was somewhat warm in the office this late at night. She groaned as she wiped her hand on her pants, noting that they were also damp.

“I don’t, chew, know, pant, why the office is so hot. You’d think with, gasp, how many big furs in here, they’d keep it cool.”

Pamela of course still considered herself “small” among the rest of the staff, even though that was clearly no longer the case. Sure, she still had a few hundred pounds to go before she caught up to her boss, or Henry, a seagull, and the actual head of East Coast Operations (and Terrance’s boss), who easily weighed half a ton, or even Chontell, a motorized scooter bound badger who was close to Henry’s weight but no where near his height, but that did not make her small.

By now, Pamela, who had once been able to bike through the entire city of Manhattan with her friends, was now more likely to be rolled through said city than bike through it. She was fat, verging on very fat. At 503 pounds, she was closing in on five times the woman she had been when she had first started at GluttCo, so long ago. She was quickly becoming one of the heavier members of the group, gaining at a faster clip than her coworkers.

As she sat in her desk chair, one that she had quipped would take 10 of her to fill out, the obese panthress felt her rear shelve out over the sides, the cushion under equipped to handle such an amount of soft ass flesh. It creaked as she shifted her bulk to type and eat, protesting at the load it was being asked to bear. Her tail was barely above the floor, the chair sinking further and further in to itself. It was holding for now, but it was dangerously apparent that it would not hold out for much longer.

She tried to ignore this as well and resumed typing, trying to put the right words on screen so to impress her boss and the company. She was glad to have this responsibility, to be such a trusted member of the team, but it was still very stressful. She had ordered from three different fast-food spots to tide her over through the night (as well as help quell her nerves), which only added to the mound of discarded boxes already cluttering her office. The cleaning person came twice a week and Pamela had already made a complete mess of everything. She stuffed another mozzarella stick past her lips and into her waiting maw, her chins jostling as she did so. She let out a content moan and then farted. She was by herself so she didn’t mind, though she was having a harder and harder time controlling that aspect when she was around others these days.

“I’m, urp, alone for now. I can, psst, unwind more while I finish this up.”

She glanced over at the clock on the desk, which was barely visible through the wrappers from the taco stand next to the building. It was now 9:57 pm and she still had about five pages to go on the report, plus two more slides. She shook her head at this and went back to work, ignoring the pressure that was building in her stomach. She shifted once more, not letting her stomach bumping into the keyboard distract her from the task at hand. She actually made it ten minutes before acknowledging she needed another snack.

She stuffed two more sticks into her mouth and let out another burp and fart combo, enjoying the relief it provided for her quickly filling gut. As let out another series of flatulence and smiled, knowing this meant she could concentrate on finishing off the report as well as the donuts next to the meal from Pizza World. As she studied the box that contained a dozen donuts, she realized it probably wouldn’t be enough since she was pulling an all nightery. So, she paused from typing and pulled out her cellphone to place another online order to Dunkin for more donuts. She did need the brain food after all.