A month after Katy's awful jogging performance and you're trying to work.
Key word there is on trying.
The numbing data on the screen seems designed to make your mind slide off of it and onto the pile of cookies by your keyboard. Really you shouldn't be eating them, half the point of this whole trip was getting you back into alpha male shape so Katie can have her fat girl/fit guy contrast. Instead you've been fattening right back up, already you're over three hundred pounds of blubber again. You've been stuffed to the brim every day, so painfully full you can't even dream of working out. The snug XXL pants you'd been wearing can't even get over your feminine hips anymore, much less button about your drooping beer belly and you've been in zoom meetings visible only from the top up.
You've got to get a handle on it and diet, but you're already out of cookies. A glance shows you've cleaned the plate cleanly and your jowls flush at how piggish you are. The shock and shame sends your reduced shaft to full mast, a little over half your college length thanks to your high estrogen diet. Right on cue, Katie strut waddles into the room with another bowl of freshly frosted food.
"I think my little oinker needed some more food," your wife smiles, eyes psychotically affectionate as they settle on the small bulge under your gut, "and a BJ!"
"Katie please, I've got a meeting in two minutes...and I'm more than fat enough!" you say as your mouth starts watering and your dick gets even harder as Katie starts taking off her dress.
Your intelligent, business woman, ball busting wife made the conscious yet insane decision she wanted to be a 50s housewife. She vacuums in heels, she dusts in pearls and she'd bake in an authentic 50s style dress if there had been women who were 6 feet tall and 280lbs back in the 50s. Instead she's in a plus sized reproduction of a skin tight red dress straight out of madmen, showing off her immense boobs, the escalating bulge of her gut and the wobbling jiggle of her mommy hips Its brand new and about to give up the ghost in the face of 10lbs a week. She unzips it and starts undoing the zeppelin bra for her floppy udders, having started wearing them again due to back pain after she lost all of her perk.
"Fat enough? No no," Katie grins, "I thought that once but no, I want us both fatter. I want us both huge, I want us in matching his and hers mobility scooters. So start sucking down those cookies fat boy, I'm gonna start sucking you!"
A month ago, Katie still looked like a plus size model due to her height and shape. A month of 9K calories a day in this secluded cabin and she's popped on another 40 pounds, looking fat and sloppy. She's for sure preggo but her belly is loose and droopy, its love handles and rolls hanging over her hips, she's growing a third chin and cellulite is expanding rapidly across her once perfect ass. Once perfect boobs are swollen pendulums that sway as she walks and her cellulite covered ass is so big you can see it from the front, while she's getting a fat roll in the middle of her flabby thighs. You get a great view of her ass as she goes down on hands and knees and starts sucking you off. Her whole body gets into it, thrusting back and forth, her floppy tits swinging like metronomes and her ample ass fat jiggling.
Pure sexual pleasure shoots through you, as well as some embarassment when Katie's forehead keeps hitting the lower bulge of your paunch. Your once mighty dick might be bite size now but you've got plenty of stamina, so you set up your head phones, chow down on a cookie and start the meeting.
"Hi, um hi everyone, if you could all, um, if everyone could just look at the screen!" Assistant begins, growing increasingly flustered, "Um, hey everyone please?"
Katie's department is known as the pig pen. Its the least efficient branch in the company in terms of worker productivity and by far the fattest. Katie keeps her job because she's blown the entire board and black mailed them to keep the job, get way over paid and get regular injections of fit and eager young workers to transform into lazy, unfocused, obese slobs. You've seen a lot come in as fit thin young women staring at your piggish form, amazed your a hottie like Katie's husband only to waddle out into unemployment as immense, dull eyed cows who make you look tiny.
"Yes we need to start, so if everyone could stop eating....," Assistant asks, near tears.
You take a look at Angelina, a brown sphere of a woman who could have been a runway model ten years ago and now works autonomously because she's too fat to leave the house. She's eating cookie dough from the roll like a candy bar, she's the fattest person who's still done any form of work. Next to her is Britney, struggling to keep her kids out of frame. She was an ambitious blonde go getter 8 years ago threatening Katie's position, coming closest to unseating her. Your wife swapped her birth control out one day and Britney became a single mom to pentuplets. Her hair's gone prematurely grey from the stress and she weighs close to 500lbs, between stress eating and Katie setting her up with a feeder with an additional breeding fetish. Next to her is Barbara, a red head who'd been a sorority president coasting by on head of accounting daddy's money and her instagram model body while looking for a sugar daddy. Katie got her hooked to gambling around the same time she got her hooked to feeding, getting her too plump to turn to modeling when Katie got her dad arrested for embezzlement. Fortunately the casino mogul had a gaining fetish, as long as Barbara pays off her interest rate with ever increasing gains the lights will stay on her in her trailer.
"Please, we've got a lot of work due!" Assistant sobs.
Every year Katie gets a new assistant and every year she fattens them up faster and faster. This one is new, brand new to the point she never new Katie was skinny and when you were in the office last time her clothes hadn't started whiskering. She was placed in charge of the empty office, most of them are too fat to work from the office anonymously, Katie having preferred her fatties fatter yet as she inflated. This one still looks thin, with no Katie to feed her she looks gaunter if anything, but she's clearly past her limit trying to get any work out of this group.
Katie makes eye contact with you, sucking and sucking. Her tongue is on your shaft, working you towards eruption and her boobs and gut are hanging towards the floor. Thinking that pretty soon they'll make contact makes you come and Katie swallows it like she does everything else. She slides her lips off you and steals your cookies, shoveling them into her mouth two handed. Katie crab walks over to her dress, puffing by the time her out of shape physique gets there and struggles back into it.
Assistant is still near tears when a clothed Katie walks back over to the screen.
"Its a pleasure to see you everyone," your fattened wife grins.
She still has a wolfish smile, it puts the fear of God into her obese workers even though she's none too light herself.
"I'll be expecting those reports sent in to Emma by this evening," Katie smiles, the lardasses wobbling as they begin to work for the first time she's been gone, "and Emma, I'm relocating you. The Pregnancy is harder on me than I thought, I'll be needing your help personally..."
She ends the meeting without another word, sliding the dress back off, "Fuck me on your desk. As hard as you can fat boy."
You get up, already reinflating as she spreads her legs.
"What's your game?" you ask, bellies smacking together as you enter her.
"Game? I don't have a game," she says, "are you in yet? I think you're shrinking again fat boy."
You take the insult in stride, "Yeah and your tits almost touched the floor today, why are you bringing Emma to our little fuck cottage?"
She grins at you, "Because...because my back hurts from my tits, my thighs chafe from rubbing together and some kids laughed at how fat my ass was at the store today. I want to be a fat and vapid house wife and that means...unngggg, there you go, that means I want to turn sweet little Emma..."
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