The Secretary's Spread

[conjohn]

Short story that I am doing in collaboration with  @berserker1

Artwork and story idea credit go to him.

 

 

Part 1/2

 

"Hey, Sweetheart, we need to get going in ten minutes." A man's voice shouted from the kitchen.

Sweetheart. It still felt weird to hear those words coming from her boyfriend, Finn. A man Hillary would have never in a million years imagined would ever be her boyfriend. Though he was kind and at least decent looking, he fell far short of her usual jock type.

Quite frankly, Finn was way too fat for Hillary. The man had a huge gut and beefy physique that reflected the sheer absence of athletic ability he possessed. He was also much shorter than most of the guys she usually went for. Finn was about 5ft 8in, which was still taller than Hillary, but not tall enough for her. His face was pleasant enough. Finn had a scruffy beard and soft kind eyes, but those were the only two physical qualities Hillary found anything of value in. Despite her reservations, Hillary believed she couldn't do much better. At least the way she looked now. Just two years ago, Hillary had flat out rejected and then friend-zoned Finn. She even remembered laughing with her girlfriends about how someone like him could even think he'd have a shot with her. Now, Hillary just felt lucky anyone wanted to call her their girlfriend.  It had been so shocking how quickly her dating life had evaporated.

Fidgeting with the buttons on her top, Hillary sucked in as she tried to button up blouse. Once victory was finally achieved, she relaxed, felt the shirt loosen, and heard something ping across the room.

"Oh god.. not again." Hillary sighed, utterly defeated.

This now made it the third time this month she had popped a button. It was Hillary's complete stubbornness that kept cramming her body into clothes she had no business leaving the house in. Somehow, it felt like another defeat whenever she normalized a size or two up in her wardrobe.

"Just perfect.." Hillary muttered to herself, slumping forward and waddling over to the bedroom mirror to inspect the damage.

Hillary hated having a mirror in the bedroom but understood the practicality of it. Finn needed it to dress nicely for his job as a legal assistant. Once upon a time, Hillary gave a shit about looking cute, spending hours in front of the mirror. Getting ready for work, dates, or trying out new looks. Now, not so much.

Just seeing her own body come into frame made the 27-year-old secretary shudder. Observing as her movements matching the movements of the massive blimp of a cow in the mirror still threw Hillary off. Hillary was fat. Very fat. She was pushing just south of 300 pounds last time she checked. Hillary also was reasonably short, at a petite 5ft3'. Where once her short height had been cute, now it was a curse, effortlessly showing off every single pound she gained. All of that lard sticking to her body was a reminder of the stupid choices she had made just to try to get ahead in her career, only two years ago. Stupid decisions that were barely paying off. Now, here she stood, in all of her glory. A disgusting morbidly obese version of the hot girl she had been her whole life.

Truth be told, Hillary used to be a total knockout and still had some of the hallmarks to prove it. Long silky dirty blonde hair framed her face, usually drawn up in a ponytail with a bow in her hair, a continued habit from her cheerleading days. She had creamy milky white skin with cute freckles across her face. Deep blue round almond eyes that were sharp and so full of emotion had broken plenty of hearts. Finally, her face was accented with a dainty button nose with full and pillowy lips made for kissing. Once upon a time, she represented the perfect combination of cute and sexy. Nowadays, she'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who'd give her that honor. A double chin and full cheeks now made themselves as much a part of Hillary's outward appearance as the rest of her features. It was a significant blow to the poor girl's identity and self-esteem.

Turning from side to side, Hillary inspected the borderline comical way her body was packed into her top. The remaining buttons on her white blouse were straining hard to contain the blubbery flab stuffed inside. Hillary cringed as she saw her lower belly hanging out the bottom of her top, sagging down over her crotch like an overinflated water balloon filled with cottage cheese. In frustration, she pulled the top off, popping some of the other buttons while the jiggling mess of flab all over her body shook. The sudden action left Hillary a bit winded and red-faced.

Facing herself in just her underwear and glasses was not a start to the morning that Hillary was seriously desiring. "Good lord.." Hillary exclaimed to herself, turning her ass around so it was in full view. It was like looking at a car crash in realtime. So terrible and horrifying, but she couldn't look away. The panties she crammed herself into were her last Victoria Secret panties that she could even pretend still fit. The rest were in a growing pile of outgrown clothes she had shoved towards the back of her closet. Something about wearing sexy panties made her feel the smallest bit of confidence in herself. Yet Hillary was the first to admit, her last pair of sexy panties had the opposite effect she intended.

Her asscheeks greedily swallowed the material, barely giving enough stitching to cover her cheeks. Unfortunately for Hillary, the exposed flesh of her doughy rear fully displayed an even fatter widening ass with more cellulite littering her skin than she remembered. About a quarter of her ass crack was exposed, giving her a quarter moon plumber's crack. The waistband of her panties dug into her hips, cutting into her circulation. The fabric was frayed and the elastic worn, but it was hard to tell since so little was exposed. In the front, Hillary would have had to lift her soft belly to reveal the small triangle of material covering her fat and underused plump pussy.

Her bra faired a little better. Admittedly, Hillary didn't mind that her tits had grown from a C cup to a Triple D cup. If there was one positive to take away from her ballooning, it was the tits. Even though they sagged a lot more, as long as she stuffed them into a push-up bra, she had an overflowing rack to put on display. The most annoying thing was that bras dug into her backfat, making the fits rather tight. The bigger problem for Hillary was that her belly stole the show, pushing out a few inches further than her boobs.

Just the sight of her reflection had been enough to put Hillary in a melancholy mood. She hated the way her body looked and felt utterly disgusting with her size. Being as big as she was made Hillary feel like a fat pig. Yet all of this.. nearly all of this weight had been intentionally gained. Hillary felt so stupid for letting things get so far out of her control. It was only supposed to be a few pounds but..

"Hey Hillary, are you almost ready?"

Finn entered the room, causing Hillary to snap out of her self pity party. Her eyes went wide, realizing that she was still in her underwear, and he could see just about everything. Yes, Finn was her boyfriend.. but Hillary still felt extremely self-conscious about her body. Letting anyone see her exposed like this was too embarrassing. In a panic, Hillary grabbed her discarded shirt from the ground, holding it in front of her body like a shield.

"Can you knock!? I'm getting changed!"

Finn politely averted his eyes. "Oh, sorry.. I.. Well, just wanted to check and see if you were ready."

Hillary knew he meant well, but still. She knew he knew this was crossing a line. When she had found out she was heavier than he was, her insecurities about her body around him had skyrocketed. Part of her was worried that someday he'd look at her body and think that even he could do better. He had said that size wasn't an issue for him, but Hillary knew the truth. Hillary knew that Finn was attracted to the idea of her, not her body. He had wanted her when he first asked her out two years ago. Now that she was finally in his league, it wouldn't be long now before Finn realized she wasn't worth it. Maybe even he would friend zone her.

It wasn't like the sex was that great. It had slowed down a lot, getting to a routine of about twice a month. On those rare occasions, Hillary would wear an oversized bed shirt to hide her belly. Finn wasn't allowed to touch her stomach during sex, either. As soon as the sex started, Hillary wanted it to stop. It just made her feel so big and fat, feeling herself jiggle, hearing her fat slap about, and getting so out of breath so quickly. It was gross and awkward, but at least Finn seemed to enjoy himself. There hadn't been a single time yet with Finn, where Hillary hadn't faked her orgasms.

It wasn't as if Finn wasn't attentive in other ways. He was an excellent companion, a shoulder to cry on, and he provided her with unique and fun conversations. They had been friends for over two years and roommates for a year of that friendship. Yet, in a moment of vulnerability, when she had let him kiss her in his car at the burger king parking lot three months ago, they became more than just friends.

"Just give me about five more minutes. I'll meet you in the car."

Finn nodded and started to leave. Meanwhile, Hillary looked around for an alternative shirt. The floor was littered with her clothes, discarded from her previous week of work. Hillary had had all weekend to clean up this mess and do the laundry, but she had been far too lazy. Sitting on her ass watching tv and eating pizza and take-out seemed much more appealing. Even if she wanted to try to wear one of her previously used shirts, she knew they all had food stains on them. To say Hillary had become a lazy slob since moving in with Finn was an understatement. His terrible habits quickly imprinted on her.

Sighing again, Hillary knew she needed to find something to put on.

"Hey, Finn..." Hillary halfheartedly yelled.

She heard him stop in the other room before reaching the front door. "Yea, babe. What's up?"

Could I borrow one of your button ups again?" Hillary bit into her knuckle lightly. She couldn't believe she had to resort to this.

"Again? Why?" She could hear a little exasperation in his voice. It wasn't unwarranted. Two weeks ago, she had borrowed one of his shirts for work and had gotten ketchup and mustard stains all over it during one of her typical post-work binges. Hillary was a much messier eater than her boyfriend, who at least knew how to eat with some semblance of civility. In Hillary's efforts to put on weight, she unintentionally gained some terrible eating manors. Just like her weight, it seemed like Hillary was powerless to get rid of these habits.

I uh.. I think the dryer has been shrinking my outfits again." Hillary said, voice shaky.

She knew it was a lie. And she was pretty sure Finn knew too. It was just too embarrassing to admit she'd outgrown nearly every work-appropriate outfit in her closet. Hillary was already dreading the inevitable return trip to Lane Bryant. A store she was still having a hard time accepting as a store she needed to go to.

"Oh." There was a long pause. It seemed as if Finn was weighing if it was worth it to have this fight over one of his shirts. He was already acutely aware of how increasingly insecure his girlfriend was over her weight. When they had first met, Hillary had been so confident and bubbly that Finn couldn't help himself from being drawn into her aura. He had to admit, her body had been banging back in her prime.. but Finn wasn't that particular about looks. He had fallen for Hillary, not her body. The only time she truly reflected her old bubbly fun personality was when the two of them spent time together on the couch, eating and watching tv. Finn did everything he could to make sure that was what their relationship revolved around.

After a noticeably long pause, Finn answered. "Yea, sure. That's fine."

Within seconds, Hillary was riffling through Finn's shirts. Finding what appeared to be the biggest one, she slid the white shirt on and started to button it up.  There was a problem right off the bat. The sleeves felt tight, and there was resistance around her chest. Her hands were trembling slightly as she buttoned, not expecting her boyfriend's shirt to give her this much trouble. By the time the bottom button was fastened, Hillary could already feel the material tightly clinging to her rolls and fat. Even though she was worried about how it looked, Hillary avoided the mirror and grabbed a red skirt from her drawer. Pulling and tugging it up her flabby legs, Hillary finally managed to get it past her thighs and around her hips. She had to lay on her back and suck in to fasten the buckle and zip it up at the front, but she managed. Ultimately, Hillary felt like a sausage crammed into this outfit. Grabbing a business jacket draped over a desk chair, Hillary slid her chunky arms into the sleeves and walked out towards the front door, knowing Finn was waiting for her in the car.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hillary saw the refrigerator and paused. All of a sudden, her stomach complained loudly. Inside of the fridge, Hillary knew there were two slices of pizza left from the three large pizzas she and her boyfriend had split the previous night. If Hilary didn't eat them now, she knew that there would be a risk that Finn would eat them when they got home from work. This risk was a justifiable enough reason for her to walk over to the fridge, open it, grab both slices, and cram them into her mouth. In 50 seconds flat, both slices disappeared.

Before moving in with Finn, Hillary had slowly been getting greedier and greedier as her weight climbed. Now, with Finn's influence, she had become extremely greedy. To be in direct competition with another fat person over food drove Hillary to think she needed and deserved food when she seriously didn't. If she didn't get exactly as much food as Finn or more, she felt like she was cheated and got cranky. Lately, she had gotten into the habit of hiding or hoarding a personal stash of snacks. Her relationship with food had gotten a little out of control.

Not only was Hillary's greed out of control, but also her gluttony. There was no impulse control telling her to stop when she was full. Since Hillary had been trying to gain intentionally, she knew that she needed to push herself past her limit to pack on pounds. It had been fun to overindulge at first. Hillary had always counted calories, so being able to let loose and enjoy herself was delightful. However, as the weight became more and more noticeable, Hillary no longer saw the act as amusing. It was a means to an end. It was all about getting as much into her as possible, eating until it hurt, and then eating more. When her dating and sex life fell apart, food was the only thing there for her to make her feel good. She couldn't deny how easy it was to stuff herself full until she fell asleep. It helped her slip into bliss and not think about what she was doing to her body on a daily basis. Now that Hillary wasn't trying to gain weight, it was difficult for her to stop being the gluttonous pig she had turned herself into. She had grown her appetite to an unquenchable level.

After wiping her mouth with her sleeve, Hillary let out a burp and headed for the car. On the drive to the office, Hillary and Finn talked about the latest Netflix show they were watching, as well as some office gossip.

The latest gossip was all about Tony and Jenna. Jenna, the new intern, had been seen flirting. Finn was having a good time chatting about the 'will they won't they' dynamics of the office's two most attractive individuals. Hillary, on the other hand, was a little uncomfortable with the conversation. For one, Hillary had some history with Tony when she first came to the office. He had flirted with her hard, leading to the two of them going on three dates and even making out a few times. However, Hillary was very guarded when it came to casual sex, pulling back whenever Tony had tried to push things too far. She was very classical when it came to romance and liked the slow and steady aspect of courting. However, at a certain point in that courtship, Tony lost interest and stopped asking her out. Hillary secretly wondered if it had been because she was getting chubby. The thicker Hillary got, the more Tony ignored Hillary until he just stopped talking to her altogether. It was pretty cold, but it just made Hillary's crush on him grow even more. Sometimes, when Finn crawled on top of her and started doing his thing, Hillary closed her eyes and thought about Tony.

Another sore spot was this new intern, Jenna. Just about every guy in the office couldn't keep their eyes off of her. She was the freshest piece of ass that everyone wanted to take a run at. It reminded Hillary just how much she had lost, having witlessness the same treatment when she had first started working at the law firm. Jenna was a little minx. Tight little body, bitchy face, blonde hair, pretentious glasses, pompous attitude. Hillary hated her behind her back but was excessively kind to her face. The worst part of Jenna was the few times Hillary had caught her boyfriend gawking at her little body. Yet another thing that fed further into Hillary's body image issues. She wondered if Finn thought of Jenna when they had sex.

The gossiping couple pulled into a McDonald's drive-through for their daily breakfast as if it was par for the course. Finn ordered two breakfast sandwiches, two hash browns, and a Sprite. Hillary ordered four breakfast sandwiches (2 for the other two secretaries at work), A dozen doughnut sticks (for the office), two hash browns, a large diet coke, and a salad (for lunch later). Every little thing needed to be justified for her in both her own head and to Finn. It seemed every single week, the amount of food Hillary ordered increased, and the list of justifications and excuses for that excessive order increased. Even though Finn knew Hillary ate like a pig, it always made her self conscious to order so much more than him. He didn't question it though, and the worst Hillary got was a raised eyebrow.

As usual, the two would finish their meal in the car on the way into the office. They both worked at a legal consulting firm. Finn was a legal assistant for Driscal Barnes, and Hillary was a secretary for Adam Hess. Both of them worked on opposite corners of the office, so they said their farewells and started for their desks. Hillary was a little jealous of her boyfriend. Not only did he have the job that she wanted, but he had a much more relaxed boss. Mr. Barnes seemed to have a fun legal team, and Hillary wished she could be his secretary over Mr. Hess.

Hindsight is 20/20. When Hillary first pressured her temp agency to get her into a legal firm, she had done plenty of research as to who the best of the best were in the area. Low and behold, Adam Hess topped the list as the most skilled and most renowned legal practitioner in the state. Hillary was fresh out of college with a criminal justice degree and a lot to prove. However, the job market was competitive, and Hillary hadn't made the connections she needed during college to get her what she wanted. Hillary had spent a lot of time focusing on her cheerleading team, her sorority, and her boyfriends (Captain of the basketball team freshman year through her sophomore year &  a top-scoring wide receiver her junior and senior year). Hillary had had the quintessential college experience, but unfortunately, she squeaked by with grades that made even the most entry-level law school flinch. She had spent four years of her life after college being underemployed while looking for work. Not finding anything close to her career aspirations while getting thoroughly distracted with a few short-term boyfriends. Hillary knew the longer she futzed around, doing nothing with her degree, the less valuable she'd be.

Quite frankly, Hillary just needed some on the job experience before making a run at law school, and on paper, Adam Hess seemed like the best man to give her that experience she craved. Even though she wouldn't have a job contributing directly to the legal work, she'd be right near the action, observing and soaking it all in. It seemed like a significant step in the right direction. Hillary just didn't realize how wrong she had been. Her boss, Adam Hess, had turned her life upside down.

Hillary plunked down at her desk and booted up her computer. The armrests of her chair had been digging into her sides lately. Though Hillary knew she should ask her boss for a more spacious chair, she knew it would just be more trouble than it was worth. She wouldn't let her boss hold something like that over her.

"Good Morning, Hillary."

"Hey, Maria. Good Morning."

Maria was one of the other two secretaries that worked in the office. She was a year younger than Hillary and one of the sweetest people in the office. Of the three secretaries, Maria was the smallest, though that hadn't always been the case. Maria was short, like Hillary, yet relatively bottom heavy. Despite her being the smallest of the three secretaries, she was still quite plump, carrying a lot of the weight in her hips and ass.

"So, I was thinking.. Rachael, you and I could go out for lunch today. We haven't had like just a secretary thing in like, forever. What da ya think? Noon? The Red Sizzler?"

Despite the fact that Hillary had just had a sizeable breakfast, her mouth watered. "I'm sorry, I brought in a salad for lunch. Trying to stick to my diet." Hillary proceeded to slowly kick her bag under her desk that still had the rest of her McDonald's food in it, sticking out the top.

Maria's face turned sober, "Oh. Right, yea. Sorry, I forgot you were still on a diet."

"Whos on a diet?" A loud, bratty sounding voice said, coming up to the two of them. Hillary groaned. It was Jenna, the new little office floozy.

There was a long pause as neither of the girls knew exactly how to respond. "Me. I've just been cutting back a bit lately," Hillary said, finding a bit of confidence and wanting to clear the awkwardness.

"Hmmm," Was the only response Jenna gave, giving Hillary a very indiscreet look over. Of course, Hillary was very uncomfortable having such a beautiful and fit young girl scrutinize her body. She gripped her jacket, trying to pull it closed in front of her while she sucked in. "So Tony finally asked me out!" Jenna said, turning to Maria as if Hillary wasn't there. Hillary felt her gut wrench at that news, but it wasn't unsurprising. Ever the people pleaser, Maria jumped in excitement, hugging Jenna, while Hillary tried to feign a smile.

Jenna and Maria prattled on for so long that Hillary's annoyance reached untenable levels. She needed to deal with this stress the only way she knew how. Politely excusing herself, Hillary headed for the bathroom with her bag. As she neared the restroom, Tony came into view, walking and talking with someone she hadn't seen before. Reflexively, Hillary adjusted her posture, sticking out her chest and sucking in her belly as much as she could. She wrestled with if she should say something or not until something squeaked out her meekly.

"Hi, Tony."

He barely looked up. "Hi.. Rac..oh, I mean, Hillary." Nonchalantly walking by.

Hillary almost burst into tears as she quickly waddled to the bathroom. Did he almost mistake her for Rachel? They didn't even look alike. Rachel had red hair, was taller than her, and was the fattest girl in the office. It was so ridiculous. It hadn't even been 18 months ago that they had gone on a date. Was she that meaningless to him? Was she now so fat that she looked like that cow, Rachel?

Nearly storming into the woman's bathroom, Hillary shoved her way into the handicap stall and sat down. From her bag, she grabbed the two extra McDonald's breakfast sandwiches and started double-fisting them into her face. In no way was Hillary that hungry, but it had become a habit to eat like this. Ever since her appetite for eating had reached embarrassing levels, she often would sneak off and eat out of sight from anyone else. Hillary even did this at home sometimes with Finn, digging into her secret stash of sweets while he wasn't around. Sometimes she would even get up in the middle of the night and sneak to the fridge. Food had become an addiction, and Hillary was too afraid to admit it was a problem, too weak to do anything about it.

As much as stuffing her face calmed her down, a small voice in her head would always battle her. It was a voice telling her to stop, slow down, and eat something less fattening. Hillary heard the voice, agreed with it, but totally ignored it. Every bite, Hillary tried not to think about how she was only making herself fatter. Whenever she laid there overstuffed and bloated from a severe stuffing, she told herself she would take her diet seriously and renew her gym membership. It never happened.

A few months ago, when Hillary stopped gaining on purpose, she tried her best to slim down. The diet was a disaster right out of the gate. About a day into her counting calories and cutting snacks and sweets, she started to cheat. It was a little bit here and a little bit there. By the end of that first week, she was fully back to her old habits. To everyone else but Finn, she still reported that she was sticking to her diet. It was a little bit uncomfortable since they had been so supportive of her desire to lose weight when she had told some of her co-workers.

At that same time, Hillary had tried to start working out again. Having not worked out for nearly two whole years had made Hillary quite weak. She thought about renewing the expired gym membership in her purse but was too afraid to go back. She had old gym friends who probably still worked out there and was hesitant to show off what a blob she had become. Hillary also was too self-conscious to go jogging in her neighborhood. Virtually anywhere where people could see her struggle was off-limits, so Hillary resorted to home workouts. It was torture. Her body just wasn't equipped to be pushed anymore. Her jumping jacks were pathetic, her push-ups weak, and her sit-ups were laughable. All the while, Hillary's body had become so cumbersome and awkward to move that it wore down her confidence rather quickly. After just three days, Hillary took a break from working out. That break had lasted nearly three months. Sometimes she would occasionally lie to Finn on the weekends, getting dressed in her work out gear and leaving the house. Instead, she'd end up at a fast-food drive-in. She wanted to give the appearance that she was trying, but she wasn't sure who was buying it anymore. She certainly wasn't.

While Hillary continued to eat her feelings, she heard a pair of people enter the bathroom.

"And it was just so out of the blue too. We were both working late, Tony was flirting with me, I was flirting with him.. and then.. he just put his hand on my leg. My heart was racing, of course.. until he just flat out asked me if I wanted to go get dinner this weekend." Hillary could make out the voice as Jenna's.

"So, what did you say?" Another voice said. Hillary couldn't make out who it was.

"I told him.. 'What took you so long,' haha." Jenna giggled.

"Shut. Up. You did not! awwww I'm so happy for you, Jenna. Tony is just so hot. So, where is he taking you?"

"We're going to Trada. I'm so excited. I really want this to go well. I definitely caught some feelings for him. It's just.. oh.. nevermind."

"What?"

"Well.. I'm pretty new to this office.. does Tony have any history with anyone here? Anyone I should be worried about."

"Hmm, no I think.. oh wait.." The other girl started giggling.

"What!?" Jenna sounded both eager and nervous about her friend's answer.

"He kind of dated.. Hillary for a bit."

"Wait. What!? Hillary!? like the secretary Hillary?!" Jenna seemed as if she was unable to process this news. Meanwhile, Hillary crammed a doughnut stick in her mouth, wishing she was anywhere else but in this bathroom, listening in.

"Yea.. but I don't think it was too serious."

"He dated her??! Red flag. Serious red flag. That's so gross.. I didn't know Tony was into bigger girls. Is he one of those chubby chasers? I think that's the term, right? "

"Oh. Oh oh.. no, it's not like that at all.. It was like two years ago or something. Hillary wasn't fat back then. She dated him before the secretary spread hit her hard."

"Huh.. oh.. okay.." Jenna seemed to be processing all of this in real time. "Hillary? I just assumed she was always a fatty."

"No, seriously. Believe it or not, Hillary was actually super hot. Check out her Instagram." There was a long pause as the other girl showed Jenna her phone.

"Woah.. That was Hillary? Holy shit, she was super cute. And she was a cheerleader?! And was in Kappa Kappa Gamma! Oh wow! someone ballooned. Thank god too. If she was walking around looking like this, I'd have some serious competition."

"Tell me about it. Someone told me that Tony pretty much ghosted her as soon as he saw that her office ass was growing out of control."

"Yuck. Yea, I would literally rather die than end up looking like her. Every time I see her or that other secretary Rachel waddling around, I just want to run straight to the gym. Did you see what Hillary was wearing today?"

"No, haven't seen her yet."

"Oh my god.. it's awful. No self-awareness from that one, I'm telling you. This whole weight gain thing is clicking now that you've told me. It looks like she stuffed herself in the smallest clothes that would fit her. "

"Yea, I figured that was the case. It's been like that for a while. I don't think she really knows how to dress for her size. She should probably get some tips for Rachel. At least she dresses more modestly."

Jenna giggled again. "Yea, I guess you're right. Hillary has got to know that no one wants to see that disaster zone of a body."

Hillary heard footsteps walk across the floor to leave the bathroom before the other girl spoke. "Well, almost everyone. Have you heard the rumor about..." And then they were gone.

Eyes red and gentle tears starting to go down her cheeks, Hillary did her best to recollect herself. She shoved the last doughnut stick into her mouth, feeling now more than ever how tight her clothes were on her body. Instead of scolding herself for eating so much, Hillary blamed her bloated appearance on the fact that she hadn't put on her Shapewear this morning. It had just become such a chore to get on, that it added 10 minutes to her morning routine. Ten minutes she would preferably use for sleeping.

It was strange for Hillary to be the target of bullying. Being on the receiving end of it was new for her. Sure she had encountered catty jealous girls that she had to compete with over men. This intimidation was radically different. It was one-sided and hard for Hillary to defend against. It wasn't like Hillary wasn't a stranger to bullying. Her cheer squad wasn't the most body-positive group of girls, and her sorority had an unwritten rule of no fat pledges. Hillary herself had voted down a pledge since she was 15 pounds overweight.

As Hillary stood up uneasily, she crumpled up her fast-food bag. Hillary gave her belly a rub and let out a satisfied belch. As her hand ran over her stomach, she winced at how packed full she felt. Looking down, Hillary softly swore. Not only had she just rubbed doughnut glaze and sugar on her shirt, but there was a grease stain from her breakfast sandwich on her chest.

Leaving the stall, Hillary realized she had overdone it with breakfast again. She breathed out, cradling her packed stomach. The comments Jenna had made on Hillary's outfit piqued Hillary's morbid curiosity. Usually, she wouldn't look at herself in the mirror twice in one day. Hillary regretted looking. Everything that Jenna had said moments ago was accurate.

[Batman76]

Damn, this is a brutally good story

[Guest high]

This is really good. I like the way you tease the history of her gaining weight on purpose. I'm eagerly awaiting more!

[conjohn]

On 3/13/2020 at 8:07 PM, Batman76 said:

Damn, this is a brutally good story

Thanks! I appreciate you taking the time to read it

On 3/14/2020 at 1:17 PM, high said:

This is really good. I like the way you tease the history of her gaining weight on purpose. I'm eagerly awaiting more!

Thanks so much! Yea, happy I didn't make the reason easy to guess in this first half. That will definitely be revealed in the second part.