Request by @PainterzRulez1269. Michael's boss on top / side.
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Michael walked into the tall glass building, going up to the front desk. "Michael right?" The women smiled before the skunk haired boy could even open his mouth, "Follow me." She smiled and took Michael down a long hallway, stopping infront of two wide doors. "Good luck with her." She mumbled before the doors opened. Good luck? What did she mean? Michael walked in and saw a thin woman who looked a few years older than him sitting at a desk, she was wearing a pantsuit and her blonde hair hung past her shoulders. She looked up and smiled, "Hello Michael, you know me as Ms.Green right?" She grinned as she walked infront of her desk. "Y-yes." Michael smiled, he looked around and saw pictures hung up of obese men and women in suits and dresses. Ms.Green walked closer to Michael and pinched his tummy, "What is this?" She asked, "My fat tummy." He blushed and she let go. "You call that fat?!" She snapped and he jumped at her tone, "W-well, yeah." He stammered. "If you wanna work as a model in my company, then you will have to learn what fat really looks like." Ms.Green smirked, "H-how?" He gulped. "What is your diet as of now Michael?" She asked as she sat down on her desk, "I cook for myself, I don't go out much." He mumbled, "How often do you excersize?" She asked, "Never." He chuckled and she smiled wide at that. "I want you to make your diet consisting of fast food and desserts, still don't excersize that just slows you down." She instructed and went into her desk drawer, pulling out a tape measure. "I want you here once a month unless I call you so we can see how much you've gained and how much you're waistline has expanded." She grinned before wrapping a tape measure around his waist, "Only 20?!" She exclaimed and Michael blushed, she wrote down the number on paper and then made him step on a scale. "170." She sighed and wrote it down, "The first thing you do when you get home is eat and eat a lot okay?" She demanded and he rapidly nodded before leaving the building. He drove home and he sat on the couch, his tummy growling and hunger cramps making him grab his phone and he ordered pizza, almost getting 3 mediums but got 3 larges instead, knowing he needed to gain weight. Now, he was sat on the couch with 3 large pepperoni pizzas and a 2 liter Mountain Dew to wash it all down. He turned on the TV, unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, then opened the first box, he devoured the whole pizza and he was feeling full, his tummy pushing out a bit. Should I stop? He thought about it, but he knew he wouldn't get the job if he stopped, so he huffed and continued cramming food down his throat, stuffing himself. He swallowed the last slice of pizza and then chugged the whole bottle of Mountain Dew, leaning back into the couch and groaning, rubbing his beach ball belly in large slow circles to ease the bellyache he had received. He laid down on the couch and pulled a blanket over his body, his belly slightly peeking out from underneath the fluffy comforter as he fell asleep. Michael was eating that way for a month, Ms.Green not allowing him to weigh or measure himself without her. He had his first "checkup" today and he was a little nervous, what if he gained too much? Too little? Most of the weight he had gained went to his belly, it now looked like half a beach ball if he stood up straight, his love handles were squishy. He walked into Ms.Green's office and she smiled wide at him as she noticed his weight gain, "You look so great." She grinned and stood up, walking over to him and her heels click-clacking on the floor. "But, it's not enough is it?" He smirked and she shook her head, "How much have you been eating?" She asked. "Until my tummy is the size of a beach ball." He blushed, "Do you think you can go further?" She smiled and sat down on her desk, pulling out the tape measure. "M-maybe, I've only been able to go that far." Michael mumbled as she wrapped the tape around his wider waist, "40." She stated and wrote it down, Michael stepped onto the scale and blushed when he couldn't see the number. "185." Ms.Green grinned and Michael smiled, "You still have a long way to go Michael." She stated as he got off, "How much?" He asked. "Well, until you fit into this." Ms.Green smiled and held up an XXL suit, Michael's eyes widened as he took the suit, holding it up to his front and seeing how it basically wrapped around him. "Holy crap." Michael laughed, "You willing to fit into that?" Ms.Green asked and Michael nodded, he was gonna say yes to almost anything, he needed this job. "You need to be 200 pounds at least next month alright?" Ms.Green smiled and Michael nodded, handing her the suit and saying goodbye, then heading out. Michael had stocked his fridge and pantries with junk food and desserts, donuts, muffins, cookies, chocolates, cakes, cupcakes, ice cream, pies, cookies, sodas, pizzas, beers, and more. When he got home, he went into the pantries and took out 2 dozen donuts, 2 dozen cupcakes, and 2 dozen cookies, immediately stuffing his face with it all and drinking from a gallon of milk, cramming it in his belly. He got a cherry pie from the fridge and was about to grab a fork, but instead shoved his face in it, gobbling it up and getting filling all over his face. When he was done, his belly was twice the size of a beach ball as it was filled with all the pastries and milk, he sat on the kitchen floor and rubbed his bulging belly softly, knowing he had went past his limit, his shirt riding up above his belly. He let out a loud burp and groaned, closing his eyes and rubbing his bloated belly as he fell asleep. A month went by and Michael knew he was at least 200 pounds, his belly was a huge, his thighs were thicker, he had a double chin peeking out, and his butt was rounder. He walked into Ms.Green's office and she smiled wide at him, "Look at you!" She exclaimed and walked over to Michael, poking his belly and it a inking it's an few unhealthy inches. She took the tape measure and wrapped it around his waist, "60, we're making progress." She smiled and had Michael step on the scale. "240." She grinned and Michael smiled proudly at the number, "Can I try on the suit Ms.Green?" He asked and she handed him the suit, leaving the room so he could change and he pouted when it was loose, "Dammit!" He cursed and Ms.Green smirked at his determination to fit into the suit. "Next time I'm here, this will fit." Michael huffed as he handed her the suit after changing, "Michael?" She called just before he left, "Call me Rachel." She grinned and he nodded, "Bye Rachel." He smiled and left. A month later, Ms.Green, or should I say Rachel, was sitting at her desk as she waited for Michael. She heard thuds and she looked up, seeing the one of the doors open and Michael stood there, but he looked a lot diffrent. He had a bulging gut, thick thighs, double chin, bubble butt, chubby hands, saggy arms, and he had to open both doors to fit through, Ms.Green stood up and smiled widely at Michael's figure. "Did I overdo it?" He asked in worry and she rapidly shook her head, "No.no.no.no.no.no. You didn't overdo it, you look amazing." She grinned and Michael smiled, she handed him the suit and left the room, he tried it on and he had a little trouble closing the buttons, but he got it on. "Rachel?" He called and she walked back in, practically squealing at his appearance. "You look stunning Michael." She smiled and he blushed, "Is there an weight limit on the scale?" He asked and she shook her head as he stepped on, the numbers stopping at 400 pounds. "Michael, are you ready for modeling?" She asked and and he rapidly nodded, "Let's go." Ms.Green smiled and they walked, well Michael waddled, to the photography room and started Michael's first photo shoot.
