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Warning: Weight gain, immobility

Typing, typing.

Your pants feel a little tighter than usual. Must be the double cheeseburger, large fries and extra large soda you had for lunch. Maybe you over did it a little. Your pants really do feel tight.

Your hand drifts down to your waist - it’s not visible under your shirt but you can feel a roll of fat beginning to droop over the edge of your pants where they’re digging into your waist. You really have been letting yourself go lately. It’s alright - nothing your clothes can’t hide, you convince yourself.

But your pants seem to be growing tighter by the second, squeezing your waist. You can feel a roll of fat beginning to roll over the edges. You glance around the office. Everyone is at their desk, glued to their computers. No one is going to notice if you undo a button or two.

You reach down to stealthily unbutton one, two buttons. To your surprise, your zipper has already rolled down by itself, pudge stubbornly bulging out in its place. Just how much did you eat? You feel a little embarrassed, but finish undoing your buttons to be rewarded with a few seconds of relief.

But wait... now that your fat is no longer constrained, it oozes over the top of your pants and onto your lap, taking up far more room than it should. What’s going on...? You definitely weren’t this chubby this morning.

You cautiously glance around you. No one seems to have noticed a thing. You look back down. Your once relatively flat stomach has been replaced with a ball of pudge. Is it your imagination or does your belly seem to be expanding by the second? No... Impossible...

You feel something pinch your upper arms and chest and realize this shirt feels a lot tighter than it did a few minutes ago. Not to mention your pants feel a lot tighter around your thighs, and the seat of your ass.

What is going on? Panic stabs at you as you realize the impossible.

You’re growing fatter by the second.

You take a few deep breathes and try to calm down. You focus on your computer screen. You have a new email from a colleague.

‘Putting on a little weight recently?’

Have people noticed?! You glance around. Everyone seems to be averting their eyes, but you catch a few smirks here and there. They know. They know...

Is this a prank? Is someone messing with you on purpose? Suddenly your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of something tightly pressing into your sides. Your attention turns back to your lower body and to your horror your stomach has gotten even bigger, pooling onto your lap in a droop of swollen pudge. Your hips are so wide the sides of the chair is digging into them, and your shirt is painfully tight against your upper arms and chest.

You’re frozen in horror as you watch your continually growing belly begin to stretch your shirt to its limits, buttons beginning to strain more and more tightly until you hear a creak - your buttons are beginning to pop off by themselves.

You instantly attempt to stand up, but this chair is digging into your hips, jamming you in place, and it takes you several attempts to escape. Standing, you immediately notice how heavy and bloated you feel. Your belly hangs down to your thighs and only continues to expand. As button number two and three pop off you attempt to waddle out over the room, big thighs brushing against each other with a thwish thwish.

Your coworkers are staring at you. Most of them seem... amused? Is it funny to watch you spontaneously blow up like a balloon?

You stand there frozen for a few moments, unsure what to do. As seconds tick by, your clothes grow even tighter until your belly is practically bursting out of your shirt, the last of your buttons finally popping off. Your big, wobbly belly and fat hamlike arms are now on display for the entire office to see.

No one laughs but you can see them smirking, despite your anxiety. Suddenly, one coworker stands up and gestures for you to stay still and wait.

Wait? Wait for what?

You stumble over your words, unsure how to explain this. The longer you stand there paralyzed the fatter you grow. You can feel the seams on your pants beginning to split as they grow skin tight to accommodate your ballooning thighs and calves. You’re so fat that your clothes are going to completely burst off any second! You rush to waddle towards the door, but two more coworkers hold you back.

Why? What’s going on?

They’re watching you grow fatter.

With a snap, your pants burst off your legs. By some miracle, only your underwear continues to grow to accommodate your massive bulk. At this point your hips are wider than your desk and your big belly is hanging almost to your thighs. Your arms are as soft and wide as pillows and your double chin is pressing against your collarbone. You stumble forward, trying to pull away from your coworkers, but they hold on to you.

Why? Why are you being treated like some kind of freak show? How big are you going to get? You panic, continuing to grow fatter and fatter.

You notice as one by one your colleagues begin to leave the room, though they hang around outside, watching you from the doorway. You glance back to the two holding on to you.

Your feet are starting to hurt with carrying all of this extra weight. Your chest juts out in front of you, each breasts a comically swollen mound. They’re so big they sag down against your stomach. Your stomach... You can feel it fold over on itself and your lower belly hangs down over your fat knees. You can feel the fat of your underbelly touching against your thighs uncomfortably. When you attempt to shuffle forward your belly bounces against your thighs, jiggling at the movement.

Lifting your big legs feels like lead, weighed down even more by the mountain off ass behind you. That’s it, you need to get out of here! To your surprise, your coworkers finally let go of you and watch silently as you huff and puff your way over to the door. Is it just you or the doorway looks a lot smaller than it used to be?

You jam your hips through the doorway, and stop to catch your breath. Carrying this immense bulk around is exhausting... You rest a fat, hammy arm against the doorway. Your upper arms are so heavy and bulky you’re struggling to lift them. Alright, time to go.

You brave yourself and go to lift your big, bulky thighs but you feel almost to big and bloated to do so. Finally, you manage to shuffle forward and inch but something is digging into your sides and preventing you from wobbling forward any more. You glance down and you can just barely see over your massive chest and stomach what’s going on. The doorframe is digging into your hips.

No...

You push yourself forward but it’s no good. You’re simply too wide to fit through. You shuffle backwards and this time attempt to go sideways but that’s even worse. Your ass is so big it simply hits the wall uncomfortably and your belly is hanging so wide and low...

You shuffle back again, this time attempt to gather your mountainous, gelatinous belly on your fat arms and lift it out of your way to fit through the door, but even that doesn’t work. You sigh, gasping for breath at all the effort, and let your belly fall. Your whole body feels overwhelmingly heavy.

You go to shuffle back into the room - maybe you can try the door at the other side, but to your horror you can’t.

You pull back, but you remain firmly wedged into the door. You’re completely stuck, trapped in place by all of your fat.

You mumble for help, voice muffled by the fat of your cheeks. Even your face has been submerged in a layer of plump fat. Your double chin is hanging almost to your chest, your cheeks puffy and plump.

The last two coworkers who were in the room with you appear now in front of you, seemingly having escaped from the back door.

You plead for help, but everyone continues to watch you with a smirk. You, the mountain of blobby fat. The sides of the doorway are now digging uncomfortably into your sides, as your fat continues to pool over the edges on either side. It hurts, and you desperately try to unwedge yourself, but it’s no good.

You plead again for help, and to your relief several coworkers step forward and presses their hands against your mountain of belly. At this point your belly is hanging just above your feet, beginning to brush against the ground.

They continue to push, and you also force yourself back into the office behind you. It takes several minutes of hard work, but finally you collapse back into the office, your fall cushioned by your extremely vast rear.

Your relief barely lasts for a second before it hits you that there’s no way you can pull your massive body back up again. You try to ask for help once again, but nobody offers. To your horror, your body merely continues to grow fatter.

Your ass is so big it works as a support keeping you upright as your massive mountain of belly continues to spread out in front of you. You can feel your ass cheeks spreading out behind you too - though you can’t see a thing due to your enormous breasts obstructing most of your vision.

Your upper arms are enveloped in so much fat that it’s impossible to do anything but let them flop helplessly to your sides - but your sides are so fat that your arms can’t fall all the way down, so they remained semi-propped up as you continue to grow.

At this rate you must be the size of a fairly large car. And you don’t seem to be slowing down any time soon. You can feel your ass beginning to press against a desk, and in front of you your belly is meeting the wall and doorframe.

You gasp for breath, the simple act of sitting now exhausting you. How can sitting here be this tiring? You desperately want a break but it’s taking all of your energy just to keep your big body functioning. You want to lie down and collapse onto the floor, but you’re literally TOO FAT to even do so.

You’ve lost completely control over your body. You’re far too heavy and helpless to do anything but feel your body continue to grow. It’s not long before you feel your ass crushing a row of desks, your belly pressing uncomfortably into the wall in front of you. Your face has almost completely sunken into your neck in a blob of fat. That’s all you are now... A mountainous blob of fat, who is only going to keep growing bigger and bigger until you take up this whole room...