~BBW (multiple), Eating, Romance, Realistic, ~SWG - the office crew begins to sort out their agendas, including chocolate
7:00 AM Tuesday The following morning, after having initially stopped by Sally’s place “just for Pizza,” Matthew Hodgson awoke in a strange bed in a bedroom new to him.
It wasn’t the first time. As a young, good looking and wealthy bachelor he had taken advantage of his position with nubile and willing young ladies on several occasions. He had no especial religious prohibitions against such activity and it was the common practice of those in the social circles of Yorkshire.
Sleepily he looked to his left for the evening’s playmate and noticed the empty space. He then matched the empty space to the chubby, hourglass figure standing across the bedroom.
Then the memory of his latest fling with Sally Turner flooded back into his head like a passionate freight train bucking down the line straight at him.
“Oh man, what a night!” he recalled. Sally was good and fun in bed – but also different. For her he was beginning to crave more than merely having a good time as a stud with a cooperative chick. He wanted mutual respect. He bit his lip a bit apprehensively for having fallen asleep and staying over.
He’d arrived just after nine to find her on the sofa with a half eaten pizza watching some horrendous girlie show on TV. Before long they were snuggled up and Matt could remember giving her gym pained body a massage while sipping some wine and then the events of the evening became blurry. But they were all very pleasant.
He rubbed his eyes and watched. She had emerged from the bathroom and was stepping into another of her snug fitting skirt suits. That got Matt’s attention – he’d spent hours watching her wiggle round the office and had to wonder “just how does she get herself into those?”
The answer was, with difficulty. It wasn’t at all a totally graceful movement but the chubby beauty was hauling her navy blue pencil skirt up over her generous curves. He leaned back and looked at her, his thoughts fixed somewhere between admiration, lust and amusement. Fortunately she didn’t notice his observing of her efforts.
At that moment her excess poundage was wobbling and bulging as she pulled up the skirt, her expanding boobs testing her push up bra beyond the point of reasonable endurance. Without her blouse on Matt could see her cute little pot belly jiggling just slightly. Eventually she managed to wiggle her plump buttocks into the skirt and pull the zipper. Then the tight skirted chubette stepped back into the bathroom to move on to her make-up.
From previous relationships Matt knew never to get between a girl and her make-up so he stepped out of the bed and onto the soft bedroom carpet. Still half asleep he walked out into the living room and noted the carnage that littered the place. The pizza was still half eaten on the coffee table, his clothes were strewn across the room and the TV was still on. He grabbed the remote, killed the power and then stepped into his jeans and shirt before heading to the kitchen to fix some coffee.
The coffee machine gurgled into life as Matt rubbed his eyes once more and tried to get his thoughts into order. He’d never actually dated an employee before and could sense all kinds of trouble brewing round the corner…but then he just couldn’t resist Sally.
“I’ve got a feeling she’s going to be worth the trouble,” he thought happily.
He was pouring coffee as he heard feet padding across the living room and towards the kitchen. Slowly the sweet scene of perfume mixed in with soap from the shower got closer and closer.
“Hey sleepy head,” said Sally brightly as she stepped in the kitchen. “Are you fixing me breakfast?”
“So far only the coffee, but I make a pretty mean cheese and ham omelet if you’re interested?”
“Go on…all the stuff’s in the fridge.”
Matt set to work as Sally disappeared back into the living room. He watched her begin to tidy up the mess. That was a girl thing he figured.
“I’d have just left the place a complete mess for the maid,” he thought.
Noticing the look she was getting Sally shouted across.“I’m a total tidy freak Matt, and if your gonna come round here again you better not leave it in this mess.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he acknowledged
“At least she’s not adverse to my coming - that’s a good thing,” he gloated.
Eventually the living room reached a state of tidiness and the raven haired babe returned to the kitchen. She was made up to perfection and had now squeezed into a cream blouse and jacket. Without her heels Sally looked tiny to the 6ft2 Matt. He couldn’t resist patting her on the head affectionately.
“Yeah, yeah I’m a shorty without my heels,” said Sally “So now you know why I always wear at least three inches.”
“You look amazing to me with or without the heels,” returned Matt, “although the heels do kinda make your bum look really sexy.”
Sally perched her sexy bum on one of the breakfast bar stools and raised an eyebrow coyly.
“Is that all you can say about me Matt, I’ve got a sexy bum?”
He shrugged whilst passing her across half the omelet and a cup of coffee.
“Far from it Miss Turner, just about everything about you is simply jaw droppingly gorgeous.”
Sally laughed. “I bet you just say that to all your girls.”
Matt grimaced at that comment. Obviously Sally knew his reputation.
“Hopefully she won’t hold it against me,” he grimaced.
The two sat in silence as they ate breakfast – Sally still warm and glowing from all Matt’s compliments. He’d showered the gaining beauty with them and Sally felt her ego swell every minute she was with Matt. But she was worried. Matthew Hodgson had a reputation as a player; as much as she was enjoying his attentions part of her suspected it might not last forever.
“He’s going to move on to another girl soon…” she fretted.
“Well, I better go get changed,” said Matt eventually.
“Cool…see you at work babes,” returned Sally. “I’ve gotta drive to Doncaster so let yourself out.”
“Will do.”
With that he kissed her and couldn’t resist a pinch of her well padded bottom before heading back to the bedroom. Sally slipped into her heels and headed for the door. She had a long drive to visit a potential client. Glancing at her reflection in the living room mirror she frowned “I really have put on weight…but Matt seems to like me anyway…oh he’s so hot!...please let this work out…”.
9:30 AM Tuesday Sitting in the reception area of the Doncaster Holiday Inn, Sally and Claire pretended to listen intently as the middle aged businessman concluded the meeting. In actual fact Sally was still fretting over her relationship with Matt and Claire was deciding her upcoming holiday plans. The man was recruiting for a new team of mortgage administrators and had just been persuaded to hand the vacancies over to Hays Richmond. Sally and Claire would handle the work together.
“Well good to meet you both,” concluded the man as he rose from his chair “I’d better get moving now but look forward to hearing from you.”
They shook hands and Sally said “Great to meet you too Howard, I’ll email across some CV’s this afternoon and we can set up some interviews.”
“Matt must be seeing loads of girls just like me…he probably tells them all their gorgeous,” she thought in a random moment of distraction.
“Fantastic,” he said as he began to head for the door. Both Sally and Claire settled back in their chairs and flashed each other a satisfied smile. Much as it was far from the biggest ever recruitment contract it was a sure step towards hitting their targets. They had more mortgage administrator candidates on their books then they knew what to do with. What’s more they had a little time to kill – nobody would expect them back in the office for at least another couple of hours. After all Doncaster was a good drive from Leeds.
“Another coffee?” asked Claire.
“Yeah…I’ll have a cappuccino.”
With that Claire headed over to the coffee bar and Sally reached into her case and pulled out her Blackberry to check email. She smiled at an email Matt had sent reminding her about their weekend date. They were also slated to have Chinese food at her place on Wednesday. She then rolled her eyes at one of her candidate’s interview feedback. “I can’t believe that freak actually told them about his computer games in the interview! Well I guess that’s not going to be a placement.”
Then Claire re-appeared with their coffee. Carefully she placed them down on the table and sat opposite her colleague. Much as they shared job titles they were like chalk and cheese – Sally the gregarious outgoing party girl and Claire the more reserved thinker. In many situations that would have created conflict but Claire loved working with Sally. She was so bubbly and funny it made the day pass so much quicker…but from her expression Claire had a feeling all was not well in the world of Sally Turner.
“What’s up Sally?”
“Nothing,” replied Sally curtly as she took a sip of coffee.
“Come on Sally, I can tell…something is bugging you.”
Sally paused and re-crossed her legs. Several things were bugging her; Will was giving her a hard time about a client and her November figures were average, Julie at NatWest wasn’t doing anything with her candidates, she was worried about her relationship with Matt and she’d entered the tennis club tournament. All were issues. but Sally chose the easy option for discussion.
“I’ve just put my entry in for the tennis club tourney.”
“Ooo exciting,” exclaimed Claire. “I know you’re gonna win! Weren’t you champion or something once?”
“Yeah I was college club champion but I’m kinda out of practice,” returned Sally.
“And totally out of shape,” she thought. “I’ll be lucky if I last the match”.
“Is Matt coming to watch you?”
Sally smiled. “He is!”
“So you two are still together?”
Sally nodded. Claire was the only girl in the office she’d confided in her relationship because she was the only one she’d trusted to keep it quiet. She felt neither Regina or the new girl Steph could keep a secret if their lives depended on it. So after nervously pulling on her tight, high riding skirt Sally moved onto the other question that had been bugging her.
“Coming back from lunch yesterday I saw Tasha with some blondie from NatWest coming out of Matt’s office”
“Hmmm – what if I can assure you you’ve nothing to fear?”
“Intuition or solid info?”
“Solid. The NatWest girl is just part of a Guy Fawkes celebration committee for the building Will has Tasha assigned to. Nothing to worry about.”
Sally took a long drink of her coffee.
“Well then, that was a panic attack over nothing. Thanks, Claire.”
“Think nothing of it.”
“I’m glad I can rely on you to keep me posted.”
“No big deal. So what’s happening with NatWest?”
Sally shifted her weight in her seat and groaned.
“A big fat zero. I just can’t get on their stupid preferred suppliers list but with all their recent acquisitions and turnover they have like sooo many vacancies.”
“Stay with it.“ Claire replied confidently. She knew Sally had a track record of repeat customers because she pre-screened candidates thoroughly.
“Mmm…well she at least wants to meet me again.”
“Awesome.”
9:30 AM Tuesday Meanwhile Julie in her NatWest office was absently checking emails. She couldn’t get the image of Sally, both breasts and upper arms jiggling, chattering on about the merits of her prospects as she demolished two-thirds of the tapas the day before. Then had come the entrée, which she knew chubby Sally had thoroughly enjoyed, replete with rice and beans. She’d even dangled the greedy recruiter into packing in some ice cream for dessert. She had thought Sally’s blouse might split.
She fantasized what it would be like to have Sally at a buffet, stuffing herself silly, then letting Julie massage her bloated belly and caress her love handles. But it was all a dream fantasy. Julie knew that while she could probably lure Sally to lunches and indulge her appetite with gorging, going any further without a job order wasn’t going to happen.
Julie had sighed and began composing a memo regarding the candidates Sally was pushing. If she was going to go on having the fun she desired had to at least pretend to be paying the price of admission.
“NatWest’s inflexibility regarding supplier eligibility may be hurting us,” she wrote, “Firms terminating employees are outsourcing valuable talent to various recruiting firms, including firms NatWest personnel such as myself are barred from dealing with. Should there not be a procedure for exceptional candidates when occasion warrants?”
She went on to argue for permission to interview the two candidates Sally had described, and as well as requesting blanket permission to interview others in the future at her discretion. It was a longshot, but worth a try.
The real motive was that Julie was aware of how snugly Sally seemed to be fitting her suit – she knew that it was probably impossible to button her jacket and she’d adjusted her skirt every few minutes at lunch. With a few actual placements maybe she could entice Sally out of her tight suit and into a tight embrace.
The email had only been sent the afternoon before. So it was that on this Tuesday morning Julie was suddenly surprised in her email review when she got a response. Her director, Neil Chung, stated simply “Fine, if they are this good invite them in for an interview.”
Instantly Julie fired an email to Sally, saying she had the right to book the interview and requesting that they get together to discuss details.
“I can’t wait to see you stuffed to bursting again,” she thought.
Corporate Chubbies 7: Office Tensions
by Samster
[Editor's Note: a synopsis of prior chapters of this novella is located here. )
[For prior chapter click here]
by Samster
[Editor's Note: a synopsis of prior chapters of this novella is located here. )
[For prior chapter click here]
7:00 AM Tuesday The following morning, after having initially stopped by Sally’s place “just for Pizza,” Matthew Hodgson awoke in a strange bed in a bedroom new to him.
It wasn’t the first time. As a young, good looking and wealthy bachelor he had taken advantage of his position with nubile and willing young ladies on several occasions. He had no especial religious prohibitions against such activity and it was the common practice of those in the social circles of Yorkshire.
Sleepily he looked to his left for the evening’s playmate and noticed the empty space. He then matched the empty space to the chubby, hourglass figure standing across the bedroom.
Then the memory of his latest fling with Sally Turner flooded back into his head like a passionate freight train bucking down the line straight at him.
“Oh man, what a night!” he recalled. Sally was good and fun in bed – but also different. For her he was beginning to crave more than merely having a good time as a stud with a cooperative chick. He wanted mutual respect. He bit his lip a bit apprehensively for having fallen asleep and staying over.
He’d arrived just after nine to find her on the sofa with a half eaten pizza watching some horrendous girlie show on TV. Before long they were snuggled up and Matt could remember giving her gym pained body a massage while sipping some wine and then the events of the evening became blurry. But they were all very pleasant.
He rubbed his eyes and watched. She had emerged from the bathroom and was stepping into another of her snug fitting skirt suits. That got Matt’s attention – he’d spent hours watching her wiggle round the office and had to wonder “just how does she get herself into those?”
The answer was, with difficulty. It wasn’t at all a totally graceful movement but the chubby beauty was hauling her navy blue pencil skirt up over her generous curves. He leaned back and looked at her, his thoughts fixed somewhere between admiration, lust and amusement. Fortunately she didn’t notice his observing of her efforts.
At that moment her excess poundage was wobbling and bulging as she pulled up the skirt, her expanding boobs testing her push up bra beyond the point of reasonable endurance. Without her blouse on Matt could see her cute little pot belly jiggling just slightly. Eventually she managed to wiggle her plump buttocks into the skirt and pull the zipper. Then the tight skirted chubette stepped back into the bathroom to move on to her make-up.
From previous relationships Matt knew never to get between a girl and her make-up so he stepped out of the bed and onto the soft bedroom carpet. Still half asleep he walked out into the living room and noted the carnage that littered the place. The pizza was still half eaten on the coffee table, his clothes were strewn across the room and the TV was still on. He grabbed the remote, killed the power and then stepped into his jeans and shirt before heading to the kitchen to fix some coffee.
The coffee machine gurgled into life as Matt rubbed his eyes once more and tried to get his thoughts into order. He’d never actually dated an employee before and could sense all kinds of trouble brewing round the corner…but then he just couldn’t resist Sally.
“I’ve got a feeling she’s going to be worth the trouble,” he thought happily.
He was pouring coffee as he heard feet padding across the living room and towards the kitchen. Slowly the sweet scene of perfume mixed in with soap from the shower got closer and closer.
“Hey sleepy head,” said Sally brightly as she stepped in the kitchen. “Are you fixing me breakfast?”
“So far only the coffee, but I make a pretty mean cheese and ham omelet if you’re interested?”
“Go on…all the stuff’s in the fridge.”
Matt set to work as Sally disappeared back into the living room. He watched her begin to tidy up the mess. That was a girl thing he figured.
“I’d have just left the place a complete mess for the maid,” he thought.
Noticing the look she was getting Sally shouted across.“I’m a total tidy freak Matt, and if your gonna come round here again you better not leave it in this mess.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he acknowledged
“At least she’s not adverse to my coming - that’s a good thing,” he gloated.
Eventually the living room reached a state of tidiness and the raven haired babe returned to the kitchen. She was made up to perfection and had now squeezed into a cream blouse and jacket. Without her heels Sally looked tiny to the 6ft2 Matt. He couldn’t resist patting her on the head affectionately.
“Yeah, yeah I’m a shorty without my heels,” said Sally “So now you know why I always wear at least three inches.”
“You look amazing to me with or without the heels,” returned Matt, “although the heels do kinda make your bum look really sexy.”
Sally perched her sexy bum on one of the breakfast bar stools and raised an eyebrow coyly.
“Is that all you can say about me Matt, I’ve got a sexy bum?”
He shrugged whilst passing her across half the omelet and a cup of coffee.
“Far from it Miss Turner, just about everything about you is simply jaw droppingly gorgeous.”
Sally laughed. “I bet you just say that to all your girls.”
Matt grimaced at that comment. Obviously Sally knew his reputation.
“Hopefully she won’t hold it against me,” he grimaced.
The two sat in silence as they ate breakfast – Sally still warm and glowing from all Matt’s compliments. He’d showered the gaining beauty with them and Sally felt her ego swell every minute she was with Matt. But she was worried. Matthew Hodgson had a reputation as a player; as much as she was enjoying his attentions part of her suspected it might not last forever.
“He’s going to move on to another girl soon…” she fretted.
“Well, I better go get changed,” said Matt eventually.
“Cool…see you at work babes,” returned Sally. “I’ve gotta drive to Doncaster so let yourself out.”
“Will do.”
With that he kissed her and couldn’t resist a pinch of her well padded bottom before heading back to the bedroom. Sally slipped into her heels and headed for the door. She had a long drive to visit a potential client. Glancing at her reflection in the living room mirror she frowned “I really have put on weight…but Matt seems to like me anyway…oh he’s so hot!...please let this work out…”.
9:30 AM Tuesday Sitting in the reception area of the Doncaster Holiday Inn, Sally and Claire pretended to listen intently as the middle aged businessman concluded the meeting. In actual fact Sally was still fretting over her relationship with Matt and Claire was deciding her upcoming holiday plans. The man was recruiting for a new team of mortgage administrators and had just been persuaded to hand the vacancies over to Hays Richmond. Sally and Claire would handle the work together.
“Well good to meet you both,” concluded the man as he rose from his chair “I’d better get moving now but look forward to hearing from you.”
They shook hands and Sally said “Great to meet you too Howard, I’ll email across some CV’s this afternoon and we can set up some interviews.”
“Matt must be seeing loads of girls just like me…he probably tells them all their gorgeous,” she thought in a random moment of distraction.
“Fantastic,” he said as he began to head for the door. Both Sally and Claire settled back in their chairs and flashed each other a satisfied smile. Much as it was far from the biggest ever recruitment contract it was a sure step towards hitting their targets. They had more mortgage administrator candidates on their books then they knew what to do with. What’s more they had a little time to kill – nobody would expect them back in the office for at least another couple of hours. After all Doncaster was a good drive from Leeds.
“Another coffee?” asked Claire.
“Yeah…I’ll have a cappuccino.”
With that Claire headed over to the coffee bar and Sally reached into her case and pulled out her Blackberry to check email. She smiled at an email Matt had sent reminding her about their weekend date. They were also slated to have Chinese food at her place on Wednesday. She then rolled her eyes at one of her candidate’s interview feedback. “I can’t believe that freak actually told them about his computer games in the interview! Well I guess that’s not going to be a placement.”
Then Claire re-appeared with their coffee. Carefully she placed them down on the table and sat opposite her colleague. Much as they shared job titles they were like chalk and cheese – Sally the gregarious outgoing party girl and Claire the more reserved thinker. In many situations that would have created conflict but Claire loved working with Sally. She was so bubbly and funny it made the day pass so much quicker…but from her expression Claire had a feeling all was not well in the world of Sally Turner.
“What’s up Sally?”
“Nothing,” replied Sally curtly as she took a sip of coffee.
“Come on Sally, I can tell…something is bugging you.”
Sally paused and re-crossed her legs. Several things were bugging her; Will was giving her a hard time about a client and her November figures were average, Julie at NatWest wasn’t doing anything with her candidates, she was worried about her relationship with Matt and she’d entered the tennis club tournament. All were issues. but Sally chose the easy option for discussion.
“I’ve just put my entry in for the tennis club tourney.”
“Ooo exciting,” exclaimed Claire. “I know you’re gonna win! Weren’t you champion or something once?”
“Yeah I was college club champion but I’m kinda out of practice,” returned Sally.
“And totally out of shape,” she thought. “I’ll be lucky if I last the match”.
“Is Matt coming to watch you?”
Sally smiled. “He is!”
“So you two are still together?”
Sally nodded. Claire was the only girl in the office she’d confided in her relationship because she was the only one she’d trusted to keep it quiet. She felt neither Regina or the new girl Steph could keep a secret if their lives depended on it. So after nervously pulling on her tight, high riding skirt Sally moved onto the other question that had been bugging her.
“Coming back from lunch yesterday I saw Tasha with some blondie from NatWest coming out of Matt’s office”
“Hmmm – what if I can assure you you’ve nothing to fear?”
“Intuition or solid info?”
“Solid. The NatWest girl is just part of a Guy Fawkes celebration committee for the building Will has Tasha assigned to. Nothing to worry about.”
Sally took a long drink of her coffee.
“Well then, that was a panic attack over nothing. Thanks, Claire.”
“Think nothing of it.”
“I’m glad I can rely on you to keep me posted.”
“No big deal. So what’s happening with NatWest?”
Sally shifted her weight in her seat and groaned.
“A big fat zero. I just can’t get on their stupid preferred suppliers list but with all their recent acquisitions and turnover they have like sooo many vacancies.”
“Stay with it.“ Claire replied confidently. She knew Sally had a track record of repeat customers because she pre-screened candidates thoroughly.
“Mmm…well she at least wants to meet me again.”
“Awesome.”
9:30 AM Tuesday Meanwhile Julie in her NatWest office was absently checking emails. She couldn’t get the image of Sally, both breasts and upper arms jiggling, chattering on about the merits of her prospects as she demolished two-thirds of the tapas the day before. Then had come the entrée, which she knew chubby Sally had thoroughly enjoyed, replete with rice and beans. She’d even dangled the greedy recruiter into packing in some ice cream for dessert. She had thought Sally’s blouse might split.
She fantasized what it would be like to have Sally at a buffet, stuffing herself silly, then letting Julie massage her bloated belly and caress her love handles. But it was all a dream fantasy. Julie knew that while she could probably lure Sally to lunches and indulge her appetite with gorging, going any further without a job order wasn’t going to happen.
Julie had sighed and began composing a memo regarding the candidates Sally was pushing. If she was going to go on having the fun she desired had to at least pretend to be paying the price of admission.
“NatWest’s inflexibility regarding supplier eligibility may be hurting us,” she wrote, “Firms terminating employees are outsourcing valuable talent to various recruiting firms, including firms NatWest personnel such as myself are barred from dealing with. Should there not be a procedure for exceptional candidates when occasion warrants?”
She went on to argue for permission to interview the two candidates Sally had described, and as well as requesting blanket permission to interview others in the future at her discretion. It was a longshot, but worth a try.
The real motive was that Julie was aware of how snugly Sally seemed to be fitting her suit – she knew that it was probably impossible to button her jacket and she’d adjusted her skirt every few minutes at lunch. With a few actual placements maybe she could entice Sally out of her tight suit and into a tight embrace.
The email had only been sent the afternoon before. So it was that on this Tuesday morning Julie was suddenly surprised in her email review when she got a response. Her director, Neil Chung, stated simply “Fine, if they are this good invite them in for an interview.”
Instantly Julie fired an email to Sally, saying she had the right to book the interview and requesting that they get together to discuss details.
“I can’t wait to see you stuffed to bursting again,” she thought.
