"I swear they're shrinking their portions," Harper complained as she spotted off the last of her breakfast in the office parking lot. Despite having consumed a little over 2700 calories with only her first meal of the day, she already felt a little hungry. "Maybe I should just start ordering more..."
Harper shook her head, ending that dangerous train of thought before it could push her even further down the path of gluttony. "You see Harper? This is why you're so fucking fat."
Still, her spoiled stomach growled, demanding yet more calories to continue expanding its domain. "After all," it seemed to reason, "You're already so fat. You might as well get to feel full, right? No one would notice a few more pounds, especially compared to the two whales your daughters have turned themselves into..."
Harper gave a quick sigh as she slurped down the last of her milk shake, throwing the empty cup into the bag with the rest of her garbage. "Quite the family we are. A 400 pound Mama, and six and seven hundred pound kids. 1700+ pounds between us, and none of us are even trying to slow down."
Harper's stomach growled again, and she looked down at it in annoyance. However, she could worry about her and her girls' out of control weights later, as she really needed to get to work. Heaving herself out of her car, Harper tried to ignore the creaks and groans as her old Buick was finally free from the monumental burden that was her own ass. Turning like a ship in a storm, she slowly began to waddle towards the elevator, taking a moment to toss her trash in a nearby can.
Letting out a decidedly unladylike belch in the elevator, she pushed the button for the fifth floor. As the elevator slowly climbed up, Ms. Black checked herself out in a nearby mirror, and wasn't exactly flattered by what she saw.
She was dressed in her favourite blouse, a black number with simple silver and gold embellishments. Formerly quite loose on her, it was now skin tight, and she could see small patches of olive coloured skin peeking out from little triangles of space between her suffering buttons. Her pants, meanwhile, looked painted on. As she'd gotten older, more of her rising weight seemed to settle in her ass, hips, and thighs. These pants being only a couple months old and already this tight, along with her shrinking blouse, confirmed for the massive matriarch what she already knew; namely, that she'd gotten fatter once again.
Her mental musings were interrupted as the elevator dinged, indicating that she'd reached her floor. Once the doors slid open, Harper waddled gut-first into the sales office of Lemon Technologies, a company specializing in importing and supplying drums and totes of bulk fragrance concentrate. Now, Harper wasn't the only fat employee in the company. Even looking around the room, she could see a number of men and women who ran the gamut from chubby to obese. However, she was far and away the biggest of the paunchy pack, a fact that Harper wasn't too enamored with if she was being honest.
"Good morning, Miss Black," came the voice of Jacquelyn, one of the secretaries. "We left the last of the day olds from the breakroom on your desk, as well as the last bit of cake from Jerry's birthday luncheon last week. Boss says we got to finish them off or toss them, so you got this, right?"
The fact that her coworkers seemed intent on turning her into the office food disposal also didn't sit right with her weighty woes, but between her bottomless appetite and pitiful willpower, Harper couldn't exactly refuse. "That's fine, I'll take care of it. I missed breakfast anyway," she lied as she licked the last of her milkshake from her lips.
Harper squeezed through the door to her office, feeling the door frame snag briefly on her wide hips. With a quick wiggle, she popped through like a cork, seeing the sugary treats that had been piled on her desk. Some of the staff were really on a weight loss kick, and more doughnuts then ever were making their way into her office, and from there to her growing waist.
And while Harper may not have liked being fat or getting fatter, she hated not eating even more.
Before she even sat down, Harper had popped the top off one of the boxes. Grabbing a large bear claw, she bit into it with a borderline sensual coo. Piper was notorious for eating all the pastries before Harper even had a chance at them, so having a box or two she didn't have to fight over with her doughy daughters was the height of luxury.
Finishing the first in a few messy bites, Harper grabbed a second before waddling around her desk, aiming for her double-wide office chair. Now, this chair was designed with larger people in mind, but not someone quite at Harper's size. Also, she'd needed to have the arm rests removed as her hips continued their steady growth, further hampering its structural integrity.
And this was finally one pound too far.
With a loud crack and a scream, Harper fell to the floor in an avalanche of blubber. Her proud and overfed gut sloshed like waves in a buttery ocean, and several of her buttons popped off and flew to the far corners of the room. She felt a wicked twinge in her back as her ass struck the floor, her spine hardly meant to absorb the impact of near-400 pounds of woman losing the fight against gravity. She was left panting on the floor as the first of her coworkers came in, and an unbidden belch slipped past her lips as she tried to collect herself.
"Well, so much for what was left of my dignity..."
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