More than one coworker had made the comment that Harper was still blimping up.
And in a desk job where most people had already given up their hopes and dreams in addition to the figures of their yesteryears, the fact that Harper Black was getting fat was enough to count as gossip should be saying something. No, it wasn’t enough that the hottest woman in the office (who just so happened to be old enough to mother a few of the younger interns) was going from sexpot to potbelly, she was b l i m p i n g.
All throughout her pregnancy, Harper had been subject to some really fucking weird cravings. Combinations of things, mostly. Like, per se, everything and everything else. Harper had been stuffing herself like crazy ever since she’d gotten pregnant, but the last trimester had really helped pile the pounds onto her meaty milf spread. Having gone from thick-hipped and big-breasted to just plain thicc in a short amount of time, no one was really complaining until she came back to work with yet another twenty pounds added to her pudding-thick body—each one of them earned in addition to the previous forty she’d gained during the pregnancy by sitting on her butt and drinking up every minute of maternity leave.
And that had been a few months ago.
Since then, Harper had cracked the big 2-double-0 with gusto. It was like her eating switch had been set to “on”, and there was no way to flip it back to “off”—day in and day out, Harper always, always seemed to be snacking on something. Donuts, candy, sandwiches, donuts, stuff from the vending machine, donuts, pizza from the office parties, and maybe just a few more donuts. The woman was insatiable! And practically inflatable, if you asked some of the other resident chair squashers.
“Oh my god, look at her butt.”
“It is so big.”
Harper had waddling through the aisle of cubicles when she’d hip-checked someone’s pile of papers from their desk and sent them flying. Popping the rest of her donut in her mouth, the husky mother of three bent over to quickly scoop up as much of them as possible, while spreading the glaze all over what looked to be very important paperwork and also giving everyone a front-row seat as to just how fat her ass had gotten.
Harper stood back up straight, arching her back and wiping the sweat accrued from the strain of bending over her own belly for so long, and let out a satisfied “phew!” as she shuffled away from the desk in question. Then, right on cue, into the break room to go for yet another snack run.
“That woman’s a hog.”
“To think I used to think she was so hot.”
“…what?”
“I mean, yeah, what a hog.”
The blimping matriarch of the Black family was quite the hot topic around the office, that much was for sure. Her tits had long gained the ire, fascination, arousal and outright delight of almost everyone on staff since she’d scored the job. But now that she was beginning to fill out proportionately (mostly proportionately—damn those things were huge) all anyone could seem to say was just how large she was getting. And so quickly too!
“She has to weigh two thirty.”
“Jeez, way to lowball Mike.”
“What do you think then?”
“Two fifty, easy.”
Harper had been busy ferreting her snacks back to her workspace when her blouse finally bit the bucket. A pearl-colored button popped right off at the strain of having to endure such tightness. But no, not around her chest—but her belly! Harper’s dark skin peerked through the diamond of space opened up, fleshy but taut at capacity.
“Come to mama.” She said lustily to a cheese Danish that she’d scored from the machine, biting into it lovingly as sweet, sweet goo filled her mouth, “Mmmm…”
Harper had never really been big on dieting. You didn’t get breasts like hers from skipping meals, after all! But as her figure only continued to expand, so too did her appetite. She was showing no signs of slowing down any time soon, that much was for sure.
The only question was… what’s her deal, huh?
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