Jessica slowly waddled through the office. she struggled to squeeze her full gut between the desks. Her shirt had started to ride up on her protruding middle, as her well fed belly tried to escape the confines of the shirt. Jessica pulled down on her shirt, trying to cover her exposed blubber, until POP! The bottom button popped off and fell to the floor. Her fat middle surged forward even more. She waddled over to the escaped button and tried to pick it up. Slowly she bent down. Her round butt stuck straight into the air. As she bent down farther her pants ripped right along her long crack, as her thick cheeks pushed outward. “crap.” She said, but she didn’t stand up again as she was nearing closer to the button. She was only a few feet away when suddenly a force prevented her from bending any farther. Her stacked belly rolls were simply too big and fat for her to reach the lost button. Sweat started to drip down her forehead as she tried as hard as she could to grab it but her effort was pointless.
She looked up at her nearest coworker, Jenna, who was sitting at her desk.
“Hey Jen, a little help?”
“Ugh yeah, no problem.” Jen said. She swiveled 90 degrees in her office chair. Jenna had been working at the office for a few years now and was always pretty friendly to Jessica. She stuffed the rest of her twinkie in her mouth and made an attempt at the button. She still stayed in her chair as she reached downward, because she was much to fat and lazy to stand up. Jenna had at least 50 pounds on Jessica so her reach wasn’t any better. Her even fatter gut significantly constricted her reach.
“*Err* sorry I can’t get it either. Guess its lost forever.”
“Damn, this is the only shirt that fits me.” Groaned Jessica as she struggled to stand up straight. “Did my pants rip too?” She asked as she shifted around to show Jen her backside. Her pants had a large rip down the middle, revealing her large panties, which were starting to disappear in between her two big mounds of butt flesh.
“Yeah, pretty badly. But don’t worry, same thing happens to me all the time. Actually there’s a great tailor that specializes with girls like us that can get you into something that really fits.”
“Really? That’s great, what’s his number?” Jessica asked.
“You know we should just go together, I’ll introduce him to you. I actually need to see him too.” Jenna said. She had clearly outgrown her shirt. Her bottom spare tire was completely exposed as the remaining two buttons on her shirt held on for dear life. Her endless amount of cleavage was on display as her jiggling breasts were about to burst free from the shirt.
“That sounds great! How about Saturday?” said Jessica.
“Saturday’s perfect, it’s in the mall so we can get lunch after we’re done.”
“Cool,” replied Jessica. She waddled her way back to her desk.
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