The brown-haired mass of fat that was Emily sat at her chair, half-typing, half jamming cookies into her mouth. Her workday was a blur of constant food, and anyone trying to keep track of it all would quickly give up if anyone was insane to attempt such a thing. She heard footsteps down the hall as she brushed some cookie crumbs off of her massive stomach which fought for its freedom from the constraining shirt that on nearly anyone else, even in this office, would be very loose. Soon passing her door were the forms of Jessica, Emily and Kaitlyn, all clearly more plump from their cruise vacation. Emily took a breath and spoke. "Heyy, guys!" Jessica turned around and smiled, causing her great double-chin to fold forward. "Heyyy, Em!" Emily continued typing. "How was the cruise?" Jessica took a glance at Emily. The two weeks away had seemed to only inflate Emily's gain, there being nobody else to take her precious doughnuts. She gained quickly normally by her sheer intake of food, but she had to have gained nearly thirty pounds in only two weeks. It was shocking even for Jessica. "It was good, it was good! You would have loved it, they had a full buffet and everything!" Emily moaned in ecstasy at the thought. "Ooooh, girl you know I'm on board for that."
As Jessica dissapeared from view, Emily returned to consuming food. She felt a bit betrayed that she would have no more exclusive access to the donut box. She would need some boxes of her own, or need them only as much as a woman of her sheer girth would. It was more ravenous, exponential greed that grew with the size of her stomach. Emily glanced back at her screen, she did remember sometimes that this was not an all-you-can eat buffet of donuts but in fact a workplace. Her report on quarterly earnings since their partnership with Dynamo was about done, but unsureness touched her mind as she glanced at it. If she just sent it to Lauren like this, would it be presentable? Was it the correct format? Only one way to check, go nextdoor to Kaitlyn or Jess. Probably Jess, she was the workaholic of this gluttonous part of the office. Emily prepared for the endeavour. She only did it about twice a day now but she tried to get herself out of her chair, but no results were forthcoming.
Emily was confused. Her legs and arms seemed as if they had just glitched. She tried again. Her fat-covered legs refused the second attempt, and the joke that was Emily's upper body strength wasn't so funny when she tried to use it to get up. She took a deep breath and tried again, this time leaning on the table, a difficult feat to perform, especially with her massive stomach in the equation, but by the time she'd exerted herself to simply lean, she tried to push herself up, but her arms were only about strong enough to open a door and bring food to her ever-fattening jowls, and she was huffing just from mounting her own stomach with her upper body. She leaned back and groaned. She couldn't understand the simple logic that the whale of a woman had eaten herself to the point that she couldn't even get out of a chair. She wondered why, not seeing the problem that was directly in front of her. She surrendered for a moment and went to her donuts. The report could wait, but the krollers waiting in the box couldn't, at least while her legs were being weird. She brought the spiraling circles of sweetness to her mouth, her jowls inflating as she crammed two into her waiting maw at a time. Her overfed cheeks puffed up as she munched. She felt a pang of sadness coming that she was simply coping with her gluttony by eating.
She quieted this issue by simply eating more krollers, every forward and backward lean bringing her chair closer to collapse. Her naescent woes were buried in sugary confections, soon she found the entire box to be empty. She remembered her mini-fridge was full of cokes, she reached back to retrieve one. This proved to be the last straw for her ever-abused chair, which gave a 'Crack' as she leant back. She gave a wail as she fell backwards, and the weight of a rapidly-falling 700 pound woman made the column below the chair seat crack in half, as her seat and the rolling support separated in two.
A loud 'Crash' resounded, a crash that every employee in the building heard, and an unfortunate intern on the fourth floor, directly below Emily's office felt drywall sprinkle her hair as she ran from behind the copier she was trying to retrieve a set of memoranda from. Jessica sprung up and hurried with amazing speed, making her stomach sway from side to side, to Emily's office. The bloated woman could be seen even behind her desk, flat on her back, her sheer mass visible just over the desk. She groaned as Jessica came around. "Em? Em!?" Jessica's eyes were met by the sight of Emily, her shirt ripped to pieces from a mixture of being overpressed by an overly full stomach and the sudden strain of the fall. Emily groaned in pain. Jessica shouted. "Can we get some help here? Emily just fell!" Jessica leant down and spoke. "Emily? You okay? Em?" Emily looked at Jessica, in a daze. Was she awake? Yes, yes she was. "I...Dunno.." She could barely speak, the fall had knocked the wind from her lungs, an already pressed department as every movement became more difficult with Emily's exponentially increasing size. Jessica tried to help up Emily. It was impossible for her alone. She was still fairly strong from her training with Jen, but she couldn't lift a 700 pound woman on her own. Alice came rushing in and began helping. "Emily, you okay girlie?" Jessica turned to her. "I don't know, have Kait get the medics. She might be hurt." The two fat women assisting the mass of blubber up were, thankfully for Emily, fairly strong. Jessica and Alice had to sweat like they had not done in a month or two but Emily was just on her feet. The two huffed and puffed at the exertion of getting the fat woman on her feet. Emily steadied herself.
Soon the medics came in and helped Emily to the doctor's office. As the morbidly obese woman was carted off, Jessica and Alice saw apparent a crack in the concrete floor, apparent through a tear in the fabric caused by the friction of the fat woman's fall. "Jesus almighty..." muttered Jessica. Alice turned to her. "Emily cracked the floor?" Jessica nodded. The two women didn't need to follow up the statement. The conclusion was obvious. The building had been designed with obese women in mind, and if Em was able to injure even this, then she was getting far too fat indeed. "Call maintenance too. I don't trust that crack." By the end of the week, Emily had been diagnosed with a concussion and given a permanent dispensation to work from home. Emily would not be seen at the office again, and it was general knowledge that she had become bed-bound by her gluttony.
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