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Brand new story: The Office Pig

Check out the illustration that Ro-za did to accompany my new story, The Office Pig! You can find more of Ro-za’s work over on FA.

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The Office Pig By Douglas Benjamin

Phil blushed in embarrassment as he walked into the office building elevator that Monday morning — the same elevator he’d taken up to work every day for the last six months, but never before with the receptionist staring so blatantly at his ass. Then again, until that weekend, his ass had never been so large.

He felt the eyes of the receptionist tracking him as he waddled through the lobby of the building, and also felt his butt cheeks rubbing together as he walked. He still wasn’t used to the feeling of his new, thick butt cheeks, or to the feeling of the fabric pulled taught around his wide new hips. He could feel the fat jiggle as he walked, and he blushed knowing that the man behind the desk was staring straight at him as he waited for the elevator to arrive.

Once inside, Phil breathed a sigh of relief as the doors began to shut — he was in no mood to ride up with anyone else. He was wearing his usual outfit that day: a dress shirt and bow tie with a vest, dress pants, thick-rimmed glasses, with hair slicked back and meticulously combed. He’d been trying to make a good impression at the law office where he had been hired as an assistant just out of school.

Phil was thin, or at least most of him was. His hips and butt curved out from him body, improbably large and soft, straining at the seat of his pants. They were the loosest pair of pants that he had, and he discovered that morning that he could barely fit into them. He wondered what would happen if they split while he was at work.

Just as the doors were nearly shut, a hand slipped between them, pausing the closing of the crack. Oh no, Phil thought, not Blake.

Blake was the other assistant hired around the same time, a cocky know-it-all who seemed to think he was everyone’s friend. He loved commenting on other people’s appearances, and if anyone was going to notice that Phil’s ass was thicker than it had been on Friday, it would be Blake. But maybe it wasn’t so bad, Phil thought, maybe it wasn’t so noticeable. Maybe Blake wouldn’t say anything.

“Hey dude,” Blake grinned, pushing the doors apart. Behind him, Phil could see the receptionist craning his neck to get another glimpse. “What happened to your butt?”