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The women at Gordge inc. are getting fat. With the office lifestyle pounds pile on!
This choice: Alice and Melissa aren't the only huge ones at Gordge...  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

Growing the Gander at Gordge

    by: Bobo the Hobo Author IconMail Icon
Sooner than either woman would have surely liked, a soft tone interrupted the inane radio chatter of Cass and Marni to signal that the first lunch period of the day had come to an abrupt close. Alice and Melissa let out two matching moans as both colossal women struggled to come to terms with the fact that they would have to wait another three hours before either of them could adequately recharge. Setting aside their disappointment, the two women turned their energies to rising under their own power.

It was becoming a monumental effort, considering their ever climbing weights. Both Melissa and Alice had become so completely consumed with stuffing themselves that they had hardly worked in an adequate upper body strength regimen. Both women were totally ill-fit to lift their flabby bodies under their own power without expending herculean amounts of effort on their parts—something that was becoming harder and harder to do with almost every passing day. Melissa’s mighty meaty arms quivered as she struggled to push herself up from the table, while Alice rocked on her bloated cheeks in an attempt to gain enough momentum to launch herself upwards. The break room was a duet of husky grunts and labored puffs as both super-sized sows clamored to their feet and left the break room in a single-file line of two.

Their expansion around the office was nothing short of noticeable. In an office environment where almost everyone was putting on weight, it seemed that Alice and Melissa had perfected the art form. Many considered them to be the biggest women in the office—and they weren’t that far off from the truth. The cubicle aisles shook as both women trotted down at an awkward and uneasy pace, rattling knickknacks and personal decorations on everyone within range’s desks, their pathetic gasps for air filling the floor as they struggled to get themselves back to their desks.

Melissa led the way, her big belly bobbing in front of her by a considerable amount. She had grown so belly-heavy that she was forced to lean back whenever she walked, lending her a very pregnant appearance. She swung her arms blindly as she shuffled her fat feet across the floor, hoping to keep the momentum going so that she might make it back to her tiny little cubicle and to the mini-fridge inside. Meanwhile, behind her, Alice fought against the belligerent bouncing of her bazongas as they danced in timing with the gait of her gut. Both elephantine women had their own issues to face, but it certainly didn’t help that most of the women on the floor were actively ignoring them…

Not to be mean, of course. It was just…

Well, Alice and Melissa had let themselves go. To the point where almost everything they did revolved around eating. Anyone kind or naïve enough to agree to a lunch date with the two of them would surly live to regret their decision when they left feeling three times as full as they ought to have been. Those two just… ate. And ate and ate! And they made so many runs to the snack machines and they always brought someone something back… it wasn’t like they were doing it to be mean—but it was so hard to stay trim around such enormous women!

“Hey guys!” a voice called out from them deep in the neighborhood of cubicles, “Over here! I wanted to talk to you about where we should all go for second lunch!”

The sound of the familiar tone struck a chord with both women, their heads perking up and their pitiful pace beginning to pick up slightly.

It had been the voice of their third of the groups, the only woman in the office who was willing to hang out with such toxic influences anymore. It was the voice of…
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