Office Gain Pt7

Hey all. Here is the next part in the sequence. To all who celebrate, Happy Thanksgiving. 

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Sweat poured from her body, her heartbeat fast in her chest, and she was completely out of breath. Pamela had to lean up against the door frame to even stay upright. Needless to say, she was not happy.

“This, gasp, fucker, pant, better have gotten the order, whew, right this time. I’m, pant, not coming back out here again!”

She cursed the delivery boy from Sammy’s Burger Hut, annoyed that she had to walk from her office back to the entrance because they had messed her order up. She had ordered a double bacon burger with extra ranch and cheddar cheese, not a double bacon burger with extra bacon and mayo. She had called in a huff and the person on the other end, realizing it was from GluttCo, immediately apologized and told her that they’d have a new one up, and that she could keep the other meal too.

Never one to turn down free food, Pamela accepted, even though she was not the biggest fan of mayonnaise. Even as her appetite soared to new heights and she was constantly hungry, the idea of something covered in that white substance almost made her gag. Her mind went from feelings of reluctant acceptance to dismay when she realized she would have to get off her rear once more to get said food. She had tried to get one of the file clerks to do it, but all were in the middle of projects and could not assist her.

With that, the 400-pound woman was forced to lug her jiggling mass of flesh the short distance from her office to the main entrance, her clothes creaking from the strain of trying to contain her rolls. More tears were appearing on the sides of the slacks, letting furry flab ooze out like sausage in their casings. Sweat caked the hair, making it all clump together and adding to the overall disheveled look that she was now sporting on a consistent basis. The neat and preppy woman was long gone, replaced by an obese woman who did not care if clothes fit, so long as they went on enough to be acceptable in the office. Rips were common for most of the furs that worked in her unit, so she did not care if there was a tear or a button would not close on her pants. So long as she wasn’t naked, things were ok.

“This, pant, motherfucker, gasp, better get here soon”, she bellowed, feeling her stomach gurgle more. “I, burp, have more, whew, work to do”, she said as she belched once more, the disgusting taste of mayo returning from the depths of her sagging stomach.