Her jeans strained tightly around her well-rounded hips, pulled
tightest at the zipper which had given up the top inch under a
missing button. These were her favorite jeans which explained why
she had struggled into them and pulled her oversized t-shirt over
the gap at the waist.
The job of creative consultant for a world renowned chocolatier
had enhanced more than her income and professional status, she
thought, absentmindedly stroking the packed denim that peeked out
where her shirt had rolled up. With the help of her team she
created dozens of experimental confections each day, each of
which had to be sampled several times so that data on taste,
palatability, consistency, and texture could be recorded for
further analysis. Her palate was good, but the "taste" required
to get the data carried with it enough calories to have caused
her to gain over thirty pounds since she began with the company
six months before. Happily, her work had resulted in no fewer
than four new creations to become part of the company's exclusive
line, a feat unheard of in the rarefied world of gourmet
chocolates. From the looks of her peers both at this and other
companies, weight gain was an occupational hazard.
Looking up, she saw a very rotund woman with gleaming auburn hair
watching her through the glass wall that enclosed the Suite
D'Chocolade. Her boss had worked at this very table for seven
years before being promoted. Maura had no idea at what weight the
hefty woman had started at, but surely her stately curves
measured well over 600 pounds. Maura shifted slightly, the
thought of all that rounded flesh melting the chocolate she held
to her lips. Blushing under the eyes of her bountiful supervisor,
Maura slid her latest concoction between plump lips.
The rich chocolate disintegrated and the tang of lemons laced
with creamy vanilla swirled around her cultured taste buds. Good.
But still a little sugary and dark chocolate would enhance the
contrast in flavors. She made a note on her computer and sipped
from an ever-present mug of cold water. A swish of thighs warned
her of Polly's approach.
"A good one?", her boss asked, while laying one pretty, plump
hand on Maura's shoulder and peering at the computer screen.
"Close, but needs a little more work." Maura responded, conscious
of her sloppy appearance and the tiny click as one more tooth of
her zipper let go. When she worked Saturday's she dressed
casually, maybe too casually if Polly was going to be around.
"Can you take a break? I'd like to show you some material in my
office." Polly said.
Nodding, Maura carefully slid off her stool and pulled her shirt
down over her tummy bulge. She followed Polly, trying not to
stare at the huge round rolling of her shapely fat bottom as the
larger woman waddled down the aisle. At 315 (make that 350, Maura
revised), she had a pretty big waddle herself. But Polly was
particularly endowed in the bottom and thighs, where Maura
carried a lot of her weight around her hips and middle.
"Stop it!" Maura thought to herself, as she sank happily into the
wide armless chair next to her bosses desk. Polly's desk was
littered with chocolate boxes.
Polly waved her hand at the scattering of boxes... "Been working
with marketing on some new packaging," she said, pulling a large
glossy brochure from a stack of papers on an end table.
"We can't let the competition get the best of us." she added.
"Here, take a look." Polly said handing the brochure to Maura.
The 8x11 cover was a glossy, gorgeous photograph of a beautifully
designed chocolate candy. Across the top, emblazoned in bitter
chocolate brown, it read "World Chocolatier's Conference, Geneva
Switzerland"
Paging through, Maura saw a chocolate lover's dream ...one week
of chocolate gluttony, tasting sessions, design sessions,
marketing sessions and more tasting sessions. She salivated at
some the names of the chefs participating.
"We'll be leaving the Thursday before to do some touring and
sampling before the conference." Polly said.
"Ah...we?" Maura asked, startled at Polly's inclusive tone.
"You, me and Rick from marketing. I'll want you to describe your
new introductions during an hour presentation on the 10th. Rick
will be scoping out the competition's packaging and you will
spend the rest of the time working on enhancing those taste buds
of yours." Polly smiled, her checks dimpling in a smooth round
face framed by a plump double chin.
The next month was a whirl of preparation. Maura chucked her
budget and bought a whole new wardrobe, shopping at a store that
Polly recommended and buying a selection of brightly colored
outfits that fit, yet were comfortable. She was exhausted by the
day of departure and slept on the flight while Rick and Polly
poured over the full conference schedule. She woke once when the
plane landed in London to refuel and sleepily thought she saw
Rick with his hand tucked under Polly's massive belly. Hmm, she
thought and nodded off again visions of beautiful corpulent Polly
and tall, dark, handsome Rick cavorting through her dreams.
They were staying in connecting suites at one of the best Geneva
hotels. The three bedrooms shared a common sitting room and
something the Swiss called a spa, which turned out to be a huge
hot tub with whirlpool jets. Maura sighed and hoped that she'd
have a chance to use the tub sometime during their busy two week
stay. She showered and changed into one of her new silk outfits,
cobalt blue pants with an embroidered tunic top and belt and went
to the sitting room to meet her companions. Rick met her with a
glass of sparkling water and a tray of hors d'oeuvres compliments
of the hotel. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she
noticed that the tray was nearly empty. Rick smiled rose as Polly
entered the room.
Her boss was drop dead gorgeous in an emerald sheaf dress and
black duster. Every step resulted in a rolling, swaying motion
that showed every curve under the soft fabric. Maura was vaguely
aware that Polly was having the same effect on Rick as she was on
her. With a laugh, Polly popped one of the remaining snacks into
her mouth, and they headed out.
They were meeting three renowned European chefs to discuss
incorporating the company's chocolate into gourmet desserts. As
Maura was to learn, little talk occurred when dining out with
experts, rather concentration on the stunning meals set before
them were the first order of business. Rick sat beside her at the
table with Polly at the head. He endeared himself to her by
knowledgeably explaining each dish and serving her more of those
she found most tasty. By the time coffee was served the waistband
of her formerly comfortable pants was uncomfortably tight around
her overstuffed belly. She sat back and listened to her vibrant
boss who had eaten half again as much as she and remained
animatedly discussing the merits of their products. Rick was
listening carefully to the chefs' comments, but Maura noticed
that his eyes kept straying to her middle. She glanced down at
the spherical bulge, but noted no stain marring the blue fabric,
only two rolls of fat almost touching around the now buried belt.
Kindly, Rick helped her to her feet when the discussions ended.
His hand snug around her waist guided her as she waddled somewhat
stiffly out to the waiting limo. When she sat, the belt bit into
her tender flesh and Rick looked at her quizzically as she ooffed
in pain. Noting the reason for her discomfort, he leaned over
her, ostensibly to look get a magazine from the rack at her side,
but his hand slipped between the bulges and opened the belt,
freeing her. Somehow, he slipped the belt off as he sat back and
tucked it into his pocket. Freed, her belly settled happily
across her thighs, a smooth, rotund bulge of fat flesh.
"Thanks," Maura said, patting her swollen tummy "I really needed
that!"
Rick blushed and smiled his eyes lingering on her biggest curves.
"Hmmm," Maura thought to herself.
They dropped off the chefs (whom Polly had been flirting
outrageously with all during her belt interlude) and returned to
the hotel. It wasn't long before she heard the whir of the jets
in the spa and Polly's unmistakable giggle. A bit dazed from
overeating, Maura collapsed into bed. She thought she heard a
tapping at the door adjoining the spa, but was too sleepy to
investigate.
A week later, they were half way through the conference and Maura
was once again lying on her bed after consuming an enormous, but
delicious meal. Her stuffed belly rose in a mountainous curve,
falling into smaller, gentle bulges at her sides and spreading
downward into the extensive rolls of her hips. She felt as if
every inch of her body had stretched and rounded, each bite of
rich chocolate or fattening sauce adding pounds to her plump
figure. She languidly stroked her paunch, enjoying the feel of
the new padding she found there, and the bouncy softness of her
chubby arms against the folds of fat that lined her sides.
The dressing gown that had fit so well just a week ago was
straining the buttons that ran down the front. Rolling into a
sitting position she groaned a bit as she looked at what had to
be at least two pounds of chocolate sitting on a tray next to the
bed. Her homework. Slowly she kneaded her full tummy, figuring
that it would be at least an hour before she'd be able to eat
another bite.
A tap distracted her and she rose and waddled slowly to the door
to answer it. Rick was in the candle-lit spa room, wearing a
black velvet robe.
"Maura, come in and join us for a soak." he said, his eyes
sliding down to the two buttons that battled to hold her dressing
gown around her.
"I'll get the chocolate and you can finish it up in the tub." he
added, rubbing against her as he went for the tray.
She stepped into the room and saw that Polly was already in the
tub, her head leaning back against the pillowed ledge, and the
tops of her generous breasts bobbing gently in the spray.
"Come on in Maura, the water's perfect!" Polly purred without
looking up.
The invitation and Rick's imminent return convinced her. The
buttons on her gown gave way quickly and she tossed it aside and
slipped naked into the tub as Rick entered. He set the overloaded
tray next to her and closed the door. It was her turn to watch
with appreciation as he disrobed and climbed into the tub. For a
few minutes they sat quietly enjoying the heat. Then Rick slid
over next to her. His hands massaged her stuffed belly, kneading
gently downward and arousing interesting sensations. She felt a
foot on her thigh and saw Polly dimple as her toes crept under
the fold of her fattened paunch.
"Close your eyes and lie back." Polly murmured and Maura complied
as the big woman floated closer joining Rick in stroking,
jiggling and patting her chubby rolls of flesh. Hands moved over
her hips, her thighs, her breasts, all the while at least one
hand remained massaging her tummy until heat and desire filled
the whole bulging expanse.
Something cool pressed her lips and she took it into her mouth,
the flavor spreading quickly and filling her with the sensual
flavor of chocolate. As she swallowed, Polly asked her to
describe the taste and Maura complied, knowing that Rick's
eidetic memory was taking careful notes, even as his hands and
mind were occupied with more luxurious pleasures. The strange
lovemaking went on and on until the last bonbon slipped over her
lips. Her arms were wrapped around Polly's tremendous curves and
she felt Rick's wrapped around hers. She floated in the tub
stuffed, stroked, and smothered in sensation and climaxed as both
Polly and Rick stroked and hefted every inch of her singing body.
Afterward, Polly told her that they had originally planned only
to improve her value to the company by both expanding her palate
and stretching her stomach so her increased capacity would allow
for more taste tests at work. But the process of feeding her and
watching her enjoy all the new foods and flavors had captured the
fancy of both of them. They were a couple and occasionally
indulged in a threesome, but usually preferred the company of
much fatter women.
Maura laughed, her bulging belly creating waves in the tub. Both
Polly and Rick's hands dived in to feel the undulating flesh.
"I've always loved to eat," she said, "but more than that, I've
dreamed of getting fatter. Somehow the feel of my rounded flesh,
the taste of more and more delicious food, the thought of each
bite causing my curves to swell and billow has always been
exciting to me. I'm not turned on by force..." she added and both
Rick and Polly nodded in agreement. "I just love to eat great
food, especially chocolate. It's one of the reasons I got into
this business. That, and it's a great way to meet fat women!"
Rick pouted a bit.
Maura smiled and patted his flat belly. "Don't worry, sweetie, I
do like my men thin!"