C.E.O Piggy

⇠Clothing Malfunction⇢

I got into the building before the sun came up the next morning. I ran into the office, unlocked the door, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and grabbed the abandoned container on the top shelf. As I slammed the fridge door shut, a little tray of brownies caught my eye, and I let out a low groan while licking my lips. As my stomach grumbled, I looked down at the container, then back toward the dish. I grabbed the tiny tray as well and dashed for my office in one rapid sweep. After locking the door behind me, I placed the dishes on my desk, closed the blinds, and sat carefully.

I rubbed my hands together, wetting my lips, and peeled the lid off the container, showing three cupcakes with chocolate icing globed on top. I ripped the wrapper off one of the cakes and drank up the frosting, licking the rest from the corner of my tongue. My stomach rumbled gleefully as I continued eating, and my hand moved down to my stomach, where I began self-consciously massaging it. Time seemed to fly by, and suddenly the three cakes were gone, leaving only a few small lumps of frosting within the lid. As I snatched the last of the chocolate with my finger, I let out a tiny groan as the creamy chocolate coated my tongue.

I yanked on the waistline of my jeans, which bit my plump sides as I shifted in my seat. I drew the dish of brownies closer, pushing the empty container behind my computer, before cramming them into my lips. A low creaking filled the room, shrugging off the ruckus, I continued eating carelessly, shoveling the velvety chocolate with a hint of almond extract into my lips. I let out a weak breath a few minutes later as I popped another piece into my lips. I groaned and wrapped my arm across my big belly, softly whimpering. My thoughts turned to Christopher, and I leaned back in my seat, slightly arching my back.

My mind began to picture Christopher in front of me, massaging my stomach. I leaned back, whimpering somewhat louder, as phantom Christopher kissed my taut stomach. While I was immersed in my thoughts, I didn't see that I had finished the tray of brownies, or that the metal button on my slacks had ripped from the cloth and vanished behind the couch, leaving my stomach on my lap. Or that my button-up rode up slightly, revealing my navel. A harsh knocking broke me from my spell, sitting up quickly I glanced down at my stomach blushing deeply. I pulled down my shirt only for it to snap back into position. "Fucking hell," I muttered as the door handle jiggled and then opened.

"A-Are you all right, sir? Your door was locked." Christopher said as he entered the room, carrying a large coffee and a brown bag.

"Yeah, I was looking for some peace," I mumbled, scooting my chair in quickly.

"Oh, you mentioned you weren't feeling well yesterday, so I got you some doughnuts to cheer you up," Christopher said as he held up a tiny brown bag. My stomach grumbled violently, groaning softly. "If you don't want them, sir, I can put them in the communal refrigerator," Christopher said.

"No!" I shouted, "I mean, no. Thank you, Christopher." I stated.

"Your welcome sir, you have a meeting with Japan today after lunch." Christopher reminded me.

"Excellent; make sure the notes are on my desk after lunch," I demanded, and Christopher nodded, his eyes scouring the desk for a few moments before leaving silently. I swiftly pushed my chair out, elevating the small mound of flesh, then dropping it softly. Pleasure ripped through my body, and the sensation of cramming myself to the point where my stomach popped a button sent shivers down my spine. I wanted more, so I immediately grabbed the tiny bag and pulled one of the doughnuts out, ignoring my swollen tummy for a few more minutes. Cinnamon filled my nose, causing me to whine. "This is the most idiotic thing I've ever done." I thought as I immediately bit into the doughnut.

I cupped my stomach, lifted my stomach, and tucked the shredded waistband beneath my stomach, moaning gently. A knock came from the door as I pawed at my stomach. I wanted to yell at whoever was behind the door, but all I got was a sigh. "I see you've enjoyed my baking, sir," Christopher smirked as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed across his chest.

I looked down at my stomach, blushing intensely. "Please keep this a secret." I pleaded.

"Don't tell the others you've been binging on sweets. Or the fact that the mere prospect of turning into a pig turns you on?" Christopher inquired, moving deeper into the room and locking the door behind him.

"Y-Y-Yes." I burped and stammered.

"I don't know, I don't know, this is a juicy secret, C.E.O hardass gorging himself on sweets. I don't know anyone who wouldn't be interested in knowing this." He teased, walked around the desk, and poked my stomach. Christopher's soft touch caused me to covertly gasp, quickly biting my lower lip. "Or maybe I should take advantage of you, feeding you with sweets till you're so big you can't operate your own business." Christopher proposed.

"Y- You seem to be enjoying it more than I am." I panted.

"Maybe I am, it's not every day someone like me can take advantage of their boss." He whispered.

"W-What do you want?" I asked.

Christopher sat on the desk, trailing his finger up and down my exposed stomach. Sending more chills and pleasure throughout my body. "I'm not sure yet, maybe I want to soak in this moment of weakness the Prince of Greed is having, or maybe I'll stuff you some more and make you wear your ruined clothes all day, or maybe I want you." He whispered, straddling my lap.

"This has to be a dream, there is no way this is happening." I thought, squeezing my eyes shut. Meanwhile, Christopher gently dug out the torn fabric flaps, examining them for a few minutes before smiling.

"Perhaps you could be known as Prince Piggy, sir, because you ate so much that you popped a button." Standing, he teased. My lip quivered, silently moaning from the lack of touch.

"Y-Y-You would like that too much, me depending on you to feed me, making me grow." I teased back. "Me being so fat you'd have to use your big strong arms to lift me." I continued.

"Careful sir, this is a rabbit hole I don't think you want to fall into." Christopher strained.

"I think I can manage myself, especially when I have you to take care of me," I smirked while sitting up.

Christopher's eyes were locked on my stomach, as it bounced softly. His eyes softened as he smiled, "Your secret is safe with me sir; besides, you look hot with the extra weight." He whispered.

"T-Thank you...Will you bring me new clothes?" I questioned.

"Awe, I wanted to stare at your belly more." He pouted.

"You'll have to work for it, pet." I shot back.

"Pet? It looks like you're the pet, not me." Christopher snickered, unlocking the door, then left the room. I entered the bathroom, taking the scale out from beneath the sink. Slipping off my shoes, I stood on them gently, watching the numbers roll up and up till they landed. The scale read 110, and I burst out laughing.

"Ten pounds in a matter of weeks," I said quietly, resting a palm on the curve of my slightly bloated stomach. As I returned to my office, I took off my clothes and replaced them with the ones Christopher had left on my desk at some point.

Christopher sat at his desk, his head in his hands, and sighed softly. "The strategy is working; he'll soon be putty in my hands... Even if Blake is attractive, I must keep to the plan, or this will not end well." He muttered something. Christopher groaned, shaking his head; he had to fall in love with his dick of a boss, devise a scheme to fatten him up, and make him even sexier! How is that even conceivable? Christopher knew he had a thing for fattening people up, and he even knew he preferred bigger people, but adoring your boss!?

He also teased him! Any other time, the person who tried to flirt with Blake Morningstar would be dead in less than a second, but Christopher had the brilliant idea of flirting with his boss, and when Blake Morningstar flirted back, what the fuck was he going to do now!?

Christopher refused to acknowledge he enjoyed watching them engage in this flirty war, or that he transformed his employer into a house cat asking for treats. Scratch that, He hasn't yet transformed his boss into a house cat, but half of him wishes he could. Half of Christopher wished to transform Blake Morningstar into a chubby housecat, yearning to be fed and touched like the whore he knew.

All Christopher had to do was keep to the plan, ignore the sensations he was having about his now-chubby boss, and take control of V-tech. Simple right?