some of them succumb earlier than the others and still feel enough to pride to be embarrassed; their boss is exceptionally kind to the girls who gain the fastest. they all pretend not to notice this fact.

these newer femme fatties begin to show up to the office in baggier clothes, soft cardigans they can hold over their ballooning stomachs. it doesn't take long before the overeating during the work day begins to bleed into their home lives. on the way out of the office, the boss tells them to take it easy over the weekend, maybe treat themselves. it plants the seed in the right women's minds and they stop by the drive thru on the way home, telling themselves they'll skip dinner since they're buying so much now. they begin to end the night uncomfortably, overly full, cradling their sensitive upset guts. then, they begin to tell themselves they'll stop. then, it becomes a "weekend only" affair.

the entire office of femmes blow up at a steadily rapid rate with the help of their doting boss. he gives them privacy more and more as they jiggle around the communal spaces. it becomes difficult to restrain himself around them as they grow increasingly fatter. the soundtrack of the office becomes a chorus of heavy breathing, panting, wheezing, sighing, chewing, eating. crumbs litter the femmes' desks and they idly wipe their chubby faces, many of their lips puffing out with the amount of lard in their cheeks. their posture suffers and the boss watches their slim jawlines melt into a collar of fat that wiggles every time they chew. their guts always steal the show. they strain against their old skirts and pants, some of them rolling over the waistband in two thick rolls.

the biggest femmes heave themselves from their desks when they grow hungry, which is often, and their apron bellies slap into their bloated thighs. some of their guts hang well toward their knees and provide a difficult obstacle when waddling slowly around the kitchenette.

it's a tight space, especially when all of your coworkers have swollen with fat, and as they navigate the small kitchenette, breakroom, and office spaces, their skin tight blouses ride up, their buttons strain against their massive tits, articles of clothing ride up to expose jagged stretchmarks. many of the femmes start to go to the nearest clear table to set their bellies down on, just to give their backs a break.