Fat Office Chapter 6

At lunch time, I headed to the cafeteria.  It was the usual hustle and bustle as all of the fat people here excitedly scrambled for their next big meal.  I was a tiny calf in a herd of cows, not even making it up to most of their shoulders.  A huge pair of tits behind me pushed me forward, while a massive ass in front of me kept me back.  And either side was blocked by a beefy arm to prevent my escape.  It was actually a small miracle I wasn’t trampled to death every time the lunch bell rang.

But maybe today that would have been preferred.  I was nervous about eating lunch with Melanie, especially if she really was going to ask me out.  I think I had developed feelings for her, and in any other situation, I likely would have said yes, but I was currently dating Monica, out of obligation honestly.  I’m not going to lie, there was an element of attraction there too, but I was never planning to date her long term, and after last night, I wasn’t sure Monica was the one for me.

And just as I thought that, an arm brushed up against me to the left.  I looked and it was Monica, looking down at me with the same eyes I saw last night.  The ones that violently forced me to eat her out.

“Hey cutie,” she said.

“Hey Monica,” I said, probably not sounding as enthused as she would like but she didn’t seem to notice.

“I had a lot of fun last night, how about you?”

“Yeah, it was fun,” I said, still sounding shaky.

“I loved having you between my thighs,” she said, which really through me off.  It was in a normal volume and we were around a crowd of people.  But clearly nobody noticed during the panic of people running to the cafeteria, so I wrote it off and didn’t think anything about it.  “Can’t wait to make you lick me some more.  You are so tiny and cute, I bet I can get you in all my tight spaces.”

“Tight spaces?” I asked.

“I’m gonna sit on you so hard, cutie,” she said.  The words were devilish, yet the delivery was cheeky and childish.  I knew in my heart she may be foretelling my imminent demise, but I treated it as the sexual talk it was meant to be.

“I can take it,” I said, unable to come up with anything more substantial or clever.  My mind was elsewhere, honestly.

“We’ll see, have a nice lunch,” she replied as she disappeared out of the crowd.  I sensed she was leaving with Rachel, probably off to eat a hundred hamburgers or something.

When I arrived at the cafe, I saw Melanie sitting alone at the table.  It wasn’t uncommon for women here to take up an entire bench meant for two people and have their butts extend beyond the seat, and Melanie was no exception.  She was, in fact, one of the biggest girls at the office.  I gulped hard and approached the table, knowing this would likely be a difficult conversation.

“Hey Melanie!” I said.

Her eyes lit up.  “Johnny!” she said, straightening up as if she were slouching and wasn’t supposed to be.

I sat down across from her and pulled out my lunch.  I brought a comparatively meager sandwich and chips.  I feel like she could breathe this meal.

“So,” I started.  “What did you want to ask me?”

“Well…” she looked down at the table.  Her massive breasts were resting on the table like a shelf full of pillows.  She took up half of the table, I was surprised she was able to eat anything.  I imagined she would have to hold all of her food while she ate, which seemed weird until you realized she could probably eat most of it in one bite.  “I kind of… have a crush on someone… and I’m kind of embarrassed, but I don’t think I can hold it in much longer…”

She was so sweet, and I could tell it was eating up her insides.  I felt bad for her, not just for being shy, but for the crushing I was going to have to do after.

“It’s probably best to just come out and say it, you’ll be so relieved,” I said.  Time to rip off the bandaid.

“His name is Randy, and he works down the street at a BBQ restaurant,” she said, suddenly gushing.  My heart sank.  I should have been relieved, and I was, since I no longer had to break anyone’s heart.  But at the same time, I was actually hoping she liked me, and it really seemed that way, not just to me but to a lot of other people, I surmised.  This took me by surprise, and unfairly, not a good one.

“Oh…” I said in a clearly stunned tone.

“He’s really cute and I asked him out last night, and he totally said yes!” she exclaimed, bouncing with excitement.  I heard the bench she was sitting on groan under her immense weight crashing down.  I feared the worst for the table with her giant breasts smashing into them, but it remained in place.

“That’s… um… great…” I said.  “Didn’t you need to ask me something though?”

“Yes!” she said, as if snapping out of a daydream.  “Would you be willing to come clothes shopping with me?  I’m just so nervous and I want everything to be perfect!  I want to look really cute for our first date.”

“Of course!” I said, trying to match her excitement.  I was still taken aback, but I was first and foremost her friend, and I didn’t want to ruin that being petty.  It would be disappointing helping her look good for someone else, but she wasn’t the guilty party here.  Technically, I was in the wrong for hiding my relationship to begin with.

“Thank you so much!” she said, still bouncing.  “You’re the best.  I’m free tomorrow after work, how does that sound?”

“I’ll be there,” I replied.

The rest of the day passed by uneventfully.  There was an air of disappointment in my gut, but otherwise it was a good, productive day.  Alicia and Peggy seemed pleased with me, though they still didn’t say anything to me, which was the norm.  I was simply trapped between them with nothing to do but work.  When the day ended and I was released from my prison, I reported to Debra’s office for my overtime assignment.

“I’m here for my next assignment,” I said to her as I entered her office.  She looked up at me from her laptop, which looked like a cell phone against her massive frame.  I appeared to have startled her somewhat.

“Oh great,” she said.  “Just getting a text from my husband.”  She let out a deep sigh, as if to signal something was bothering her.

“Everything alright?” I asked.

“Oh… nothing…” she said.  “Anyways, I think today I’ll have you clean the various couches around the building.  They have so many crumbs stuck between the cushions, and you know, with our stubby fingers, we just have a hard time reaching them.  So would you be a dear and give the couches a cleaning?”

“Absolutely!” I said.  “I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

I didn’t realize how many couches there were in this office.  There had to be at least ten a room, and I was surprised by how many weren’t completely sagging in the middle.  Each of these couches were big enough to seat three people comfortably, so I had to assume they were used as single chairs by most of the people in this office.  It was easy for me to get deep in the cushions since I was so tiny; I could see how a big person like Debra would have a hard time cleaning them.  I found it easiest to get on the seat and reach far into the crevices.  In this manner, I was cleaning a new couch every five minutes or so.  There were so many crumbs in each couch, I was filling up several garbage bags per room!

It was the last room, and I had just about finished up.  I had probably a few more couches left to go and I would be done.  It was so empty in the building, it made the job so much easier.  I also felt like I could get a better rhythm when nobody was watching me.  Unfortunately, being so small and hard to notice led to a big issue on this day.  As I was deep in the cushions, I realized a shadow falling over me.

“Well you need to do something about it!” yelled a familiar voice.  It must have been Debra, and she must have been talking on the phone.

But before I could turn my head, her massive body crashed down on top of me.  She must have not noticed me on the couch.  Her ass was so wide, it covered from the back of my neck all the way to my butt.  My legs and arms flailed helplessly, and the wind was sucked out of my body.  I likely wouldn’t have been able to scream anyways, as my face was mashed into the cushion.  I was completely trapped, and she didn’t even notice.  She was clearly wrapped up in her phone call and couldn’t tell that she was literally crushing another human being, albeit a tiny one that was more insect than man.

“Put her on the phone!” I heard her growl.

Oh god please no, just end the conversation.  I tried wiggling, but I was nowhere near strong enough to push her off of me.  I could feel her big ass pushing me down so hard I would make an imprint on this couch.

“I said put her on the fucking phone!” she yelled.  She bounced up and down in a rage, slamming my body harder and harder.  I heard a brutal pop in my spine, and pain shot up my entire body.  I still couldn’t yell, since due to her weight I was eating a cushion.  All of the strength in my arms and legs evaporated and I lay lifeless on the couch, at the total mercy of my obese boss who was clearly enraged by someone on the phone.  She kept bouncing away on top of me, yelling at the poor person on the other end, who I could tell was likely only slightly less terrified than me.

“Pack your shit!” she yelled.  “Get your shit out of my fucking house.  We are done!  You hear me?”

With that outburst, she hopped off the couch (and me) and got back to her feet.  Her poor knees.  Still on the phone and still yelling, she stomped out of the room and disappeared down the hallway.  I remained on the couch gasping for air and holding my back, which hurt pretty bad.  I could barely move, though the limited feeling I had in all of my extremities and my back itself told me nothing was broken.  I was certainly battered and bruised though, my ego as well.  It was a staunch reminder that while most people seemed friendly, I was still a bug to be stepped on in this world of behemoths.

I had barely crawled to a sitting position, still holding my back, when Debra appeared back in the doorway.  She was red faced, but she was clearly trying to hide just how flustered she was inside, from whatever that explosive conversation she just had was.  Her breath was still labored, but she composed herself nicely.

“Taking a break?” she asked.

I finished up my work for the day despite my back issues.  I wasn’t walking very well, but I knew I would recover.  I said bye to Debra when I was done and headed to the car.  The drive home was tough, seeing as I was hunched over for most of it, but I managed alright all the same.  The pain would leave.

Upon arrival at my apartment, I stood in front of my door as I fumbled with my keys.  I was too slow, however, as I was once again smashed into the door face first by Shelley’s ass.  She was backing up, and I heard her say “I’ll go see if he can help us!”  She turned around, slingshotting me to the ground.  My back screamed in pain, which crippled me as I writhed on the floor.  She noticed that she had knocked me down.  “Oops.  You are just so small aren’t you?” she asked, before gripping my shoulders like a baby and helping me to my feet.  “You know, you’re just who I was looking for!”

“Oh yeah…” I said, rubbing my back.

“You look like a boy who knows his way around technology.”

“I’m a man but yes-”

“Perfect!” she said, clasping her hands together.  “We are having a little celebration, and my sister is over, and she got us this big smart TV.  It’s beautiful!  Problem is… we don’t know how to set it up.  And my husband, god bless him… I’m afraid if he even gets the tiniest bit frustrated, he might rip the darn thing in half on accident.”

I was a good person, beyond anything else.  My back was hurting and I was emotionally unstable, but I just couldn’t turn down someone in need of help.  “Yeah, I’ll do it,” I muttered, holding my back.