C.E.O Piggy

⇠Whispers of Temptation⇢

The following morning Christopher decided to push the events of yesterday to the back of his head. He wouldn't bring up the fact he walked in on his boss stuffing himself to the point his jeans burst. Which made his dick twitch with arousal, but also frustrated him that he found his douchebag of a boss hot now. Staring at the small pink box in his hands, Christopher inhaled and then exhaled deeply. Balancing the two coffees on top of the box before pushing the door open, of course, Blake had to go and wear a plaid shirt that showed off his muffin top perfectly. Swallowing thickly, Christopher placed the box onto the desk, not trusting the next thing that would come out of his mouth.

"What's this?" I questioned not looking up from the paperwork.

"Coffee and I thought I would bring you breakfast." He answered.

"Already ate, thank you though," I responded.

"What did you have?" Christopher huffed, deciding to evaluate how much he could push his boss.

"Granola Bar, don't you have work to do Mr. Whitemore?" I questioned, finally looking up.

"Granola Bar isn't going last you; you need food, sir." He urged.

"Decided to cut back on the sweets, can't run this place fat," I grunted.

Of course, he'll dismiss what happened last night as well; Christopher was probably naive to believe that last night chipped away at part of Blake's stonewall. Getting close to Blake Morningstar was like attempting to steal food from a grizzly. Inhaling sharply, "Don't you think it's time to think about yourself?" He told.

"I'm thinking about myself, Mr. Whitemore; this business is me," I stated.

"God, you're impossible!" Christopher shouted, with a huff spinning on his heels, and left the office.

"Get back here and take this shit out of my office!" I shouted, growling when Christopher didn't answer. Grabbing the box, my stomach let out a growl. Putting a hand on my stomach,

I bit my lower lip and then shook my head. Eating sweets got me in this situation, even if it's been the most relaxed, I have ever been since taking over the company, letting out a sigh I grabbed a chocolate-sprinkled doughnut, and took a large bite. Setting the box down next to me, I flipped the lid open and then sipped my coffee.

My stomach grumbled happily, as I shoved another doughnut into my mouth. Soon three turned to four then four turned to five. Pushing the half-empty box away from me, I groaned burping softly as I dug my fingers into my stomach. Grabbing either side of the slightly bloated stomach and kneading it, for a few minutes until the pain subsided. Pulling my shirt down I focused back on my work.

Like clockwork, Christopher knocked on the door at two, and slowly entered the room. A faint smile formed on his face, noting the half-eaten box and discarded coffee cups. "I brought your lunch sir, a ham, and cheese sandwich with a few cupcakes with dessert," he said, setting the plate down.

"What did I tell you about the sweets?" I snapped harsher than I wanted.

"It looks like you already broke that rule, sir." Christopher countered.

My cheeks darkened, "I called for you to take the box away." I growled.

"Forgive me, sir, if you're still worried about the company why don't you let me help you?" Christopher suggested.

I barked out a laugh, "My family hasn't needed help since the company was born. Why do you think I would let you help?" I snickered.

"If you had me to help manage your meetings and other things sir, all you have to do is sit back and eat to your heart's content." Christopher offered unphased.

"My father's father built this company from the ground up, then he passed it to me. I will not let anything jeopardize that." I said, even if it did sound like the best deal ever.

Christopher drew closer, turning the box toward me. "Don't you think it's time to think about yourself sir, you've been working yourself to the bone trying to keep this company afloat." He said, picking up the treat and holding it up to my lips.

I tried to fight the urge to bite down, but my body moved on its own. Taking a large bite of the sugary dough. "I guess so, but that's part of the job is to make sure the company is the best it can be," I argued with a mouthful of food.

"The company is at its peak, sir; take a look around; you're the largest company in the world." He spoke. "What sounds better to you, sir, mindlessly typing at a computer while being miserable? Or do you want me to remove the strain off your shoulders and provide you with as much food as you want?" he argued while watching me eat the doughnut.

"It does sound nice," I said, glancing down at my stomach.

"Why don't you eat your lunch and think about it sir, it's only a few more doughnuts you can eat more." Christopher encouraged.

Swallowing heavily, my gaze shifted from the lunch next to me to the doughnuts. "I-I-I don't know, I'm pretty full," I spoke.

"I'm sure you can fit more into that gut sir." Christopher urged. Picking up another holding it to my lips, and squeezing my eyes shut I finally gave in and finished the rest of the box. My thighs pressed against my tight jeans, while my belly looked like a half-inflated beach ball. Letting out a loud whine. The buttons looked stretched across my stomach, while my jeans dug into my chubby hips.

"We'll need to get you more clothes soon sir." He commented watching me move on to the sandwich and cupcakes.

"I haven't gained that much." I panted.

"I don't know sir, you've already outgrown two of your outfits, what is this the third?" He teased me. "Have you ever weighed yourself yet?" He asked.

"I did a few days ago, I was 110," I muttered. "But I've been going to the gym." I protested.

"Sure, you have, so if I went to get you the old jeans you used to wear, you'd fit in them?" He snickered.

"T-They might be a little tight," I spoke.

"Why don't you come with me and get some clothes?" Christopher asked.

"I can't go out in public like this," I argued.

"We'll bring a hoodie and sweats." He said with a shrug.

"I guess it would be nice to get out of the office for a while," I muttered.

"Great! I'll send a car in the morning, and we can spend the day together!" Christopher chirped, grabbed the trash, and exited the room. "That was much easier than I expected,"

Christopher muttered to himself walking over toward the trash and throwing it away, then walking over toward his desk. Grabbing a handful of files he paused for a minute, his mind wandering back to my stomach. Christopher felt his cheeks heat up, putting a hand on his cheek Christopher shook his head. "Stick to the plan...even if the boss looked so fucking cute stuffed." He thought about biting his lip.