As Jessica stood in the elevator, she began to catch her breath. She fanned herself with one hand and dug into her laptop bag for something to help quiet her hungry, doughy belly. Her gut began to grumble more and more as she ascended the tall office building. "It must be the stairs making me this hungry. I suppose... Maybe it wouldn't hurt to reward myself for doing such a good job. It was at that moment that Jessica's eyes lit up; a smile appearing on her face as she had finally found the snack from her laptop bag. Upon reaching the top floor, the gentle ring of the elevator sounded as the doors to the carriage slid open.
Anybody looking in this direction would see Jessica, no longer fanning herself, instead busied her left hand with holding a wrapped king sized Butterfinger which she had picked up on the way to work; the other hand returning to a bag of full sized snickers that she brought from home (just in case she got peckish later in the day) which was cradled softly between her quivering upper arm fat and elephantine belly. At least one wrapper could be seen peeking out from the pocket of her strained slacks, chocolate smears faintly gilding the black fabric as it bounced and wobbled to the rhythm of her gait. Continuing on the path to her desk, she peeled the gold-yellow and blue wrapper away from the candy bar, and heaved a sigh. The discomfort of her walk was the primary reason for the exhale, but the feeling of satisfaction that came with a well-earned reward as delicious as this seemed to add a huff of contentment to the end of the sigh.
As the hefty office employee trundled nearer to her desk, Emily, one of her co-workers, greeted her in between finishing the butterfinger and reaching for her next treat, catching her with her mouth empty.
"Hey there Jess!" Emily waved a fat-swaddled arm to her heavier co-worker as she brought a chocolate-filled glazed eclair to her delicate, smiling mouth. Jess responded, "Hi..*huff*..Holly" she paused, leaning heavily on the desk of her co-worker to tear apart the wrapper of the fourth chocolate confection she'd rewarded herself this morning. As she leaned on the desk, her lowermost belly roll drooped heavily within the confines of her somewhat ill-fitting pants. moving further up her rolling torso the top roll of flab strained and overwhelmed her creaking waistband. Her breasts and arm fat billowed onto the flat hard surface of the desk, jiggling as she worked the wrapper down the candy confection. "Mmmmm, I love snickers bars." Emily said through a mouthful of eclair; taking time to swipe the gob of chocolate frosting from her lip, and promptly returning it to her mouth. She continued "Ooh! and I haven't been able to put down these doughnuts either! I think there's something in the water here, or maybe it's the vitamins I've been taking, or the altitude or whatever, but I have been so hungry lately."
With an air of experience, Jess interjected, "You should try their cinnamon rolls, they're divine!" She hummed happily and began to rub the side of her now hungry belly; a glazed look returning to her eye as she brought the snickers to her mouth again and resumed her chewing. The memory of "Porky's Three Pound Pan" Cinnamon Rolls combined with the chocolate melting on her tongue and the waft of the fried pastries sitting on Emily's desk seemed to distract the grazing corpulent corporate worker. Her full mouth restricted her further correspondence to grunts of approval and agreement. Jessica would catch snippets of what Emily was saying. She would go on for a while about this restaurant or that, and how rarely she'd have opportunity to eat out at a restaurant before she moved here to the city and the corporate offices; about how nice the option of delivery was, and how she was just thrilled about her new corporate card.
"Well, I suppose I won't keep talking your ear off, Jess, have a good day." Emily finished. "I'll see you around." Jessica responded as she turned to finish the journey to her desk. After a short pause, Emily called out "Want to get lunch with me sometime? I mean, I feel a little silly knowing more restaurants than I do people to go to them with, and I just thought..."
Turning to face Emily caused the ocean of flab around Jess's middle to slosh, only coming to a rest when she began to say...
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