Sandy's question hung in the air for a moment, her frosting-smeared face giving her co-worker a curious expression. Rachel shifted her mass, feeling a few kicks from her human meal.
"... Yes. Since this morning, I suppose... I won't tell if you won't?" Rachel wanted to jump off the balcony and make a run for it, but the average person on the street was more likely to be her next course than to handle it as appropriately as Sandy was right now.
"Our little secret. After all, did you really think I plumped up so much over my vacation just from buffets and lazing on the beach?" she shrugged, causing her body a slight jiggle as she pushed back the box with only the last few donuts in it. "These barely fill me anymore," she licked her fingers thoughtfully. "You know, I bet we're far from the only ones. This must have been a recent phenomenon, so maybe if we band together now..."
Rachel interrupted with a smoke-scented burp. "Er, I think I need to sneak back to my desk... seeing us both here will just look more suspicious than if I had a big breakfast. Er, and a bee sting," Rachel coughed a bit - her roommate (what was even her name again?) had already added quite a bit of hefty padding to the chubby girl's frame.
"Sure, sure. Just no more eating on the job, okay? Rick wasn't the most popular guy, but if you try to keep it on the down low, I'll use my connections," Sandy winked - she was the head of social media relations for the company, Rachel suddenly realized, and meeting other people like her would be easy.
Rachel eased her much-expanded figure into her office chair, blushing with a slight thrill as it groaned to contain her. She kicked over her metal wastebasket to act as a sort of 'belly holder', which made her think of an ergonomic foot rest - only this was for her stomach. She could only concentrate on her meaningless tasks in short bursts - she couldn't help but pause for belly rubs, glance at websites that sold super-extra-triple large dresses, and even taking a few moments to wonder who Sandy had first eaten on her vacation. No doubt it had been some well-tanned and overfed tourist. Sounded like a perfect tropical meal.
Not risking even a coffee break, it felt like an eternity. She had even forgotten to check her phone - she was usually a game addict, but even the allure of all her spaceships and wizards ready for her orders had taken a backseat to her new body and hunger.
The top notice was an anonymous invite to a meeting - 'Luncheon Club - several of us are gathered, since the donuts are gone and we've quit smoking.' was the cryptic description. It gave the address of a restaurant that wasn't too far away.
"Already, Sandy... ? Looks like I've got to smuggle all this out of here," Rachel sighed as she stood, swinging her jiggling, overstuffed middle out in front of her, defying any attempts to button her work clothes.
"Shoot, but there's a gym that just opened," she thought. Surely that would be a better place to score lunch - she herself had only signed up a few weeks before, in an attempt to avoid her weight ballooning up. She was naturally lazy and greedy, but maybe they wouldn't notice her size? She was just another fatty, they came and went from gyms all the time...
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