Бесплатный фрагмент - Stuffing my BBW Boss: a Feederism Work Story

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Mark woke up. Today was his first day at the new job. The position was called an assistant, which was a very broad word. There was nothing suspicious in the job description; the pay was good, and it’s all that mattered. It was a standard 9–5, a comfortable place with a desk near his supposed boss’s office. Still, he didn’t know what kind of assistance this woman, Linda Mayer, needed. Anyway, he was polite and firm, Mark was sure he would do good with any tasks given.

He groomed himself thoroughly, getting ready for the day; he wanted to give an impression of the professional. He adjusted his black tie, brushed his hair once again, put the jacket on, and left his apartment.

The man got into his used car, which needed some repair a long time ago, and started it. His new workplace wasn’t too far; only one hour of commuting, compared to two hours on his past job.

He was here, a tall builiding looking condescendingly upon him. The man got in, searching for the stairs. There was an elevator, too. Two of them. Yet he couldn’t muster himself, as he had a crippling phobia of these boxes of uncertainty. You can’t really be sure if you would be stuck or not.

He looked at a fat lady getting in one; she waddled in her place impatiently. All her weight was distributed nicely, most of it in a cellulite ass and other parts in a flabby stomach. Mark stood for a second, admiring the view, and stepped on the stairs.

He was on the fifth floor, standing unsure before the door. The man knocked.

‘‘Hello, can I come in?’’ he opened the door and asked.

‘‘Mark Nelson? Sure, please, come in,’’ the man couldn’t see his boss, who were standing in the room corner, looking at the yearly reports.

He came into the room, looking around. It was a big modern room, with huge windows spreading the sunlight. Mark was shocked when he saw a fat slob, thinking for a second, am I in the right place, but quickly adjusted. Well, hard to be a boss and lazy… But so… curvy and plump is another thing.

‘‘Miss Meyer,’’ he cleared his throat, which suddenly became dry, ‘‘is there any tasks for today?’’

‘‘Oh yes, yes. Since this is your first day here, I decided to give you something easy to do. We’ve got a store here, close to our building, “Frivoulous Candies”, you know?’’ Mark nodded, “So I want you to get there and grab me some bags of chocolate cookies and one cake. Wouldn’t mind some milshakes, though… Any questions?’’ she waddled to the center of the room, her desk. Her full ass barely fit in a chair, pouring out of it like water out of a tilted fishtank.

Clearly, he had questions, a lot of them, but Mark was afraid that even hinting at what exactly interested him would get him fired. And being fired on your first day won’t look good on a resume, so he sucked it up and left the office, quietly closing the door.

He was sure that Linda was a nice boss, maybe a good person, but how big she was! It was something. The man wasn’t too shocked when seeing fat people, as they surrounded him everywhere, as some heavy cherry on top was the new normal, but seeing morbidly obese people in such a role… Okay, if the woman could read thoughts, he would be thrown out really quick. He wasn’t being mean about it though, as every moment when a big, beautiful women passed him on the street, he felt not a pang of disgust but some tingles in his pants.

Also, even though he applied for this position under his own free will and could expect some weird tasks from the woman, but grocery shopping for her? Getting sweets? It wasn’t weird, maybe appealing in some way, giving him goosebumps in some places, but still! Mark wondered why she couldn’t get them herself, but given her preference of the elevator…

The man was standing in a fancy convenience store, which sounded contradictory, but as he was in the city’s center, the place’s expensive interior and its shelf contents matched its neighbors.

He quickly got to the snacks and sweets area, looking for the brightest packages. This lady didn’t get this swollen from carrots and hummus; thus, he better get something high-fructose corn syrup overfilled and couldn’t forget flavor enhancers, too.

His thin hand grabbed three packs of family-sized chocolate chip cookies, now browsing the candies. Some extra calories classic would do, as he grabbed six small packages of multicoured goodies.

As he was a professional in his assisting field, he couldn’t forget about the milkshake request. The store had no creamy liquid sugar, so he decided to hop into a fast food store nearby.

Mark eyed the tableau menu, reading the establishment’s news. Oh, so they’ve got some new pies and ice cream; I’m sure she would like that… The man left the store with a paper bag, neatly folded and filled with three pies, two servings of chocolate ice cream, and one huge cup of vanilla milkshake.

Knock-knock.

‘‘Miss Meyer?’’ he peeked in the woman’s office.

‘‘Wow, Mark, you’re so fast, I’ve already got hungry!’’ she glanced at him with a smile, looking at the bags in his hands with happiness.

“So, I’ve got you…‘’ he started explaining, while she ravenously ripped the paper packaging, needing no introduction.

‘‘Yeah, yeah, sure… You can be free for an hour, it’s lunch already… Come in later.’’ she waived, unwrapping the candies with saliva starting to form in her mouth.

‘‘Oh, you’ve got me some milkshake and new things from the Donald’s! I wanted to try them so bad, thank you!’’ she praised him, very satisfied with the results.

‘‘No need for that, it’s just my job,’’ Mark was flattered.

‘‘Sure, have your lunch,’’ she said, taking a bite, and the man left. Deep inside, he wanted to stay, observe how greedily she would shove this all in her mouth, how quickly it would disappear in her endless pit of a belly… But he was just an hourly paid employee, so he was heading to the cafeteria.

‘‘Hey there! So you’re Mark Nelson, whale’s new assistant?’’ he was eating his lunch, which consisted of a caesar salad and a cup of tea, when someone plopped near him.

‘‘Yep,’’ he swallowed. The man wasn’t sure if he should silently let the guy call his boss a whale, but as he was unknowing of it’s politics yet, he decided to let it slide.

‘‘How’s the work going? Running grocery errands already? I’m Ed, by the way.’’ the guy smirked.

‘‘Yeah, it’s fine,’’ he sipped his tea.

‘‘This gluttonous whale can be a meek fish, if well fed, I’m telling you from experience!’’ he laughed.

‘‘Oh, she’ve got another assistant?’’ his interest peaked.

‘‘Nah, only you. I was her assistant, now I’m promoted to top manager.’’ Ed grinned. He was drinking a soda.

‘‘Wow, good for you,’’ hmmm, if he’s not lying, I can run around with food, like a waiter, and get promoted… Noted. I will spoonfeed her if it means more money.

Mark wasn’t a greedy man, but more money can never hurt, right? And a new position with more power and respect would hurt much less than buying food for your obese boss.

Lunch ended, and he’ve got a notification on his phone: “Meet me in my office. Ms Meyer.”

He walked the stairs compliantly, not trying to get up too fast, leaving her time for digestion.

Knock-knock.

‘‘Mark? Come in,’’ he heard from the closed door.

He stood still in his place.

‘‘Had your lunch?’’ she looked at him for a second, then returned to writing something in a notebook.

‘‘Yeah,’’ he sighed out.

‘‘So… Here, take it,’’ she tore a page out of a notebook and handed to him, ‘‘it’s a list of what I need to buy today. You see, I’m a busy woman, and sometimes I have to have dinner at work…‘’ she said sadly and scratched her neck.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ll get that,’’ the man said, thinking that he could give her company. It would be so hot to watch these puffy lips devour food in a second…

‘‘It’s okay, I’m fine. Thanks. You can go,’’ she started typing something on her laptop, her chubby finger fastly moving on the keyboard. Focused, she bit her lip.

Mark left the office and finally took a look at the wrinkled piece of paper. It had names of various restaurants and cafes and a full description of food needed to be bought and what specific toppings to request. Ugh, that’s a long list… No wonder she’s so tubby, who eats so much for dinner? Though I could help her down all that…

Mark shook of the lewd thoughts, he had no time to jerk off in between of being a delivery guy. But he couldn’t stop imagining the pouty smily opening wide to take his shaft in, fat fingers sliding up and down…

Fuck, work first. Mark opened a map on his phone, searching for his first destination’s whereabouts. Luckily, the woman’s slobbiness seemed to match her route; all the places seemed to be within five minutes of the building.

‘‘Cheese crust deep dish pizza, all the toppings plus mayo drizzle, six sauces. For pieces.’’ he ready the messy handwriting. Yeah, writing all that must be easier than typing it with chubby fingers. After getting the box and sauces, Mark checked the next positions.

‘‘Chocolate cake, extra moist, a six pack of eclairs, a box of six donuts, chocolate and strawberry flavors.’’ did she say dinner? Like one dinner, not multiple? Entire week worth of dinners? Anyway…