C.E.O Piggy

⇠Close Call⇢

Getting up in the morning was harder than normal, I slipped into the bathroom jumping into the shower. Once finished I anxiously stood on the scale watching the red numbers spin for a few minutes before landing. 130, twenty pounds in one week. Pulling on my shirt, I noticed it hid much of my stomach, only showing a small sliver of flesh if I moved right. The room was filled with grunting and panting as I struggled to put my jeans on. A week had passed since that day at the mall, and no matter how hard I tried to push it to the back of my mind, it seemed to wriggle back into my consciousness. Not only did my small pot belly appear to be a few inches away from laying on my lap, but I was noticing the petty things now. When I sat down, I saw my stomach rounding out, which was both annoying and strangely hot.

My jeans snagged on my lower belly and love handles, leaving hard red lines against my fair skin. I sighed and took a handful of fat, lightly shaking it; my belly had become noticeably larger, and I had love handles, which were new to me. In addition, my hips were softening and pushing on the tightening jeans. When I lifted my tummy, I saw the faintest traces of stretch marks slithering around it. I threw my backpack into the passenger seat and drove slowly to work this morning, stopping for breakfast along the way. My stomach grumbled loudly as I ate, and when I got to work, I sat in my chair, watching how my stomach shook. Like clockwork, a knock came on my door, glancing up I found Christopher standing in the doorway with my usual morning snack.

"Good morning, sir. I brought you coffee and a light breakfast." He smiled and set the coffee cup down.

I let out a tiny grumble as I stared at the coffee and muffins. "I've already had breakfast, thank you." Clearing my throat, I said.

"OK. I'll just chuck this away." Christopher pouted; his gaze fixed on the semi-tight dress shirt that clung to my figure.

As Christopher turned around, I nibbled on my lower lip as he picked up the plate. I opened my mouth, ignoring the ache spreading through my gut. "I suppose I can have some more." I found myself saying something that made Christopher laugh. I dashed back to my desk and set the meal down.

"You're not wearing the clothes we bought you?" He asked.

"I still can fit in my other clothes, shut up," I growled.

"Isn't your belly tired of being squished? If you are still worried about what people will think, sir, I can help with the company." Christopher reminded me.

"I don't need help Christopher; I just need to hit the gym more..." I trailed off.

"I still say you look hotter," Christopher muttered, the tight buttons straining over the dress shirt desperately fighting to keep together caught his attention. Heat crept up on Christopher's cheeks as he swallowed thickly, and his dick twitched hard.

"What are you still doing here? Don't you have work?" I snapped harsher than I intended.

"Of course, sir, I will return with lunch." As he hurried out of the office, Christopher stammered, his attention focused on his feet. Christopher sagged back in his chair, taking a few long breaths, and attempting to focus on something other than the images in his thoughts. The more he thought about it the harder he became, running his fingers through his hair he exhaled loudly, stood, and left the building quickly. Christopher had no idea where he was heading; all he knew was that he needed to get away from his employer before he was dismissed for jumping him.

Christopher wandered around the city for what seemed like an hour before arriving downtown. Christopher sighed as he checked his watch; he only had half an hour before he was meant to bring Blake lunch, and he was also going to attempt to conjure up the courage to ask him for a week off for Christmas. Christopher rushed toward the only pizza place that appeared to be open in the vicinity, ordered quickly, then sprinted back to the office. Sweat ran down both sides of his face as he placed the pizza on his desk. As he looked around the small office, he noticed that everyone was focused on their feet or their laptops. Were they aware of what he was up to?

If everyone found out about his plans, he'd be in big trouble. If they didn't laugh at him first, any of these people would take his job in a heartbeat and whip the boss back to his old self. Christopher strolled past the kitchen, placing one box on the table to mask his true intentions, then continued toward Blake's office. "S-S-Sir, I brought lunch," Christopher called slowly entering the office.

"I called you..." I spoke.

"S-s-Sorry, sir, none of the places around here had anything you were looking for." As a result, I had to travel all the way downtown." He stated.

"Do you think lying to me will get you out of trouble?" I asked darkly. "Do you think I don't know what you were planning?"

"Oh, Blake figured it out, and it's no surprise with his waistline expanding every time we're together." Christopher pondered, "N-No! I swear to you I did not ignore you." Christopher finally said.

"Close the door and take a seat." I inquired. Swallowing Christopher did as instructed, placing the package on the fridge next to the door.

"How long have you been here, Christopher?" I asked, standing with my hands behind my back and facing the window. I inquired.

"E-Eight years sir..." He answered.

"In all, that time have I ever kept people with excesses?" I quizzed spinning on my heels then sat on the edge of my desk.

"N-No...." Christopher spoke in hushed tones, trying to divert his attention away from my stomach.

"Then give me the truth, Christopher, or I'll fire you. That would be a pity." I murmured this while cupping my palm beneath his chin.

Christopher's throat bobbed as he exhaled a shuddering breath. "I-I wanted to buy you something unusual for lunch, sir, but I didn't think it would take so long." He lied.

"See how simple it was? Now it's time to produce a suitable punishment." Standing, I said again.

Exhaling slowly, Christopher put a hand on his chest, "I can work an extra week sir." Christopher offered.

"You'll work Christmas, stay here and help out around the workplace and at my house." I reprimanded him.

"C-Christmas, sir, but I needed to see my family." Christopher objected.

"It appears you'll be phoning them and informing them otherwise." "I remarked, arching my brow."

"T-That's not right, sir! I give you a lot, and you can allow me to see my family." Christopher exploded.

"I could always fire you instead, it's your choice Christopher," I said calmly.

Christopher made a fist and clenched his teeth so tightly that he believed they would crack.

"This fucking man." He mused as he gently hissed. Christopher looked down at my body, and whatever he was feeling before appeared to be gone, replaced by fury and hatred. He wanted nothing more than to make Blake Morningstar's life a miserable misery, and if that meant fattening him up and turning him into a slob so that he could have his company and fire this fucker, he would do it.

Even if half of him still feels terrible, even if half of him still loves the guy in front of him, even if the fact that the fucker in front of him could snap his fingers and make Christopher do whatever he wanted slightly made his heart beat faster. He still wanted to fatten Blake Morningstar.