Eventually her secretary arrived with a few bargain family troughs of porkies pies (troughs being her companies equivalent of the "bucket" offered by a certain chicken company), leaving with a slightly more pronounced waddle in her step then Samantha remembered her having a few weeks ago.
"she must be helping herself out of hours as well" She thought to herself, as she began to dig into the food in front of her
she couldn't get enough of the stuff, each bite was better then the last and made her hunger for more, she was practically inhaling the sauce drenched pies down her gullet, not noticing or caring about the last button flying off of her bloating stomach as she swallowed yet another delicious pie
half a dozen pies into her gluttonous feast she began to feel some slight discomfort in her stomach, rubbing it gently she looked down and noticed that it was significantly larger than it was several pies ago
"should digestion work like this?" she wondered aloud, before her attention was caught by a large ripping sound from behind her, her ass had grown just as much as her belly, announcing itself with a slight squeak of gas as it ripped along the seams of her skirt
she would of continued to worry about this development but it had almost been a full minute without a mouth watering pie, and she resumed her feast with avengence,
Eventually, now dressed in torn tatters of her suit, her belly significantly bloated and full, with her ass acting as a natural cushion as another bout of gas left her behind, her bra struggling to contain her now slightly bigger breasts, Samantha began to take stock of her situation
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