A Day In The Life Of Janice

(A commission for MCS)

[Janice is your average office secretary. Oh except that she's gotten as fat as a bus]

Janice opened her eyes, reached out her incredibly obese arms, and stretched. It certainly didn't appear to be much of a stretch, given that the majority of her arms were still buried within her obese body despite being fully extended. She shifted her weight forward and stretched her legs out until her feet finally found the floor. Luckily, they were still able to reach, but if she kept this rate of gain up it wouldn't be long until they too were fully absorbed into the bus-sized blob of fat that was her body.

She relaxed her flabby arms, which were more like a collection of doughy rolls, and started to heave her incredible weight towards the front door. Behind her was slowly revealed to be a 4 x 12 grid of flattened mattresses that she used as a bed. Her massive ass and belly overflowed the "bed" in every direction, but it fitted the bulk of her body at least. In a pinch, Janice knew that her own fat body was comfortable enough as-is in a sleeping position as long as she relaxed her legs, but it was nice to at least have a little bit of cushion underneath her.  As each mattress was relieved of her weight, it slowly began to expand from a condensed block of foam less than an inch tall, to its original size. They looked like an array of lungs desperately taking in a much needed breath.

Janice had always been a big girl during her 22 years of life, but it wasn't until recently that she went from plus-sized to bus-sized. At "only" 850 pounds she started a 2 month long vacation for some much needed rest and relaxation. Unfortunately, it was probably a little bit too much. She returned from her vacation as an absolute behemoth of a woman. Her belly, which has previously hung in large apron down to her knees, now  was larger than most Hummers and sported a belly button a fully grown adult could hide inside. It jutted out several yards in front of her of like a mountain of hungry, jiggly softness. On top of her enormous belly rested a pair of breasts like a pair of car-sized beanbag chairs. They sagged heavily over her first few rolls of belly fat until finally pooling at the base of her belly. Behind her were a pair of ass cheeks that took up a similar amount of space behind her as her belly did in front of her. They were dotted with dimples and cellulite as far as the eye could see. Her arms and legs were nothing but a pile of rolls at this point. She could hardly move her legs enough to drag her titanic body across the floor. At the top of this blob, was Janice's head. She had black hair that would be considered "shoulder length" on a woman 1/100th her weight or so. She wore glasses that were far too small for her extremely fat and wide face. Below her mouth was a never-ending series of chins that eventually turned into rolls along her chest and belly.

She was wearing her everyday work attire, which composed of a white blouse, black business jacket, and a matching black skirt. Though as massive as these garments were, they covered very little of the huge woman's doughy flesh. Her blouse did little more than cover her breasts, as the poor buttons threatened to burst at any moment. The vast majority of her gut was on full display in front of her. Her skirt did even less to cover her up. Several tons of ass fat were on full view to anyone behind her as the insignificant piece of fabric merely rested near the top of her hips. Lastly, her poor jacket was ripped to shredded at the sleeves to make room for her barrel-sized arms.

Janice had gotten so large that all of the walls in her house had to be removed. Her home was now just one large single room. She made her way from the bed corner towards the sliding front door. It wasn't as much walking as it was pushing her belly along the ground in front of her and dragging her massive ass behind her. Slowly, but surely, she mad her way to the door that detected her presence and slid open like an air hanger getting ready to release a blimp for takeoff.

Janice's belly was definitely wider than the door, but if she pushed hard enough, her belly fat would redistribute to fill the vertical space too. After several minutes of pushing and shoving, her apex of her belly finally cleared the tight space and flowed outward to fill the available horizontal space beyond the door.

After repeating the same process with her flabby ass, just with pulling instead of pushing, Janice was out in the world ready to make her way to work. Luckily, her office building was only an hour by foot. That is, while using her feet. It would only take a few minutes for the average commuter to walk there from her house.

Janice had gotten so wide that her body overflowed the sidewalk on both sides. She would equally distribute her fat on both sides when the area allowed for it, but if there was a fence or other structure in the way, she was forced to shove her belly into the street. Luckily there was a bike lane next to her though, so there was little chance of a car crashing into her. But let's face it, Janice was more worried for the car's well-being than her own vehicle-sized ass cheeks when it came to a direct collision.

The stretch of sidewalk and asphalt that made up Janice's commute was certainly more beat up than any other random stretch of land nearby. While Janice's fat was spread out enough not to cause any damage to the concrete on its own, existing cracks in the pavement usually grew in size as the weight of one of her heavy footsteps pressed onto it. On the bright side, with it being the Autumn season, her ass and belly provided a community service by clearing the sidewalk of all fallen leaves.

"Man, I am STARVING this morning." Janice said to herself as her favorite restaurant was coming up on her right. The 24/7 drive-thru sign of "Burger Bucket" greeted her as it did every morning. She "hurried" through the parking lot and walked up to the car behind her. She was far too large to fit inside the building, but being the size of several vehicles meant she got to be treated like one as she waddled through the drive-thru lane.

While the line of cars in front of her were placing orders, she took a moment to catch her breath. She leaned back and sat on her massive ass, giving her legs a much needed breath. She sat on the cool asphalt panting, already drenched in sweat from head to toe.

When the car in front of her finally pulled forward, Janice took in a deep breath and "stood" back up. She dragged her body to the ordering speaker, not realizing her belly had completely flattened a sign advertising a new soda flavor.

"Hey Janice, what'll it be?" a familiar voice cracked and buzzed on the drive-thru speaker.

"Good morning *HUFF* Mike," Janice replied in-between labored breaths. Janice was a regular here. She ate here almost every morning after all. She was on a first name basis with almost all of the employees.

"I'll have 4 *HUFF* breakfast egg sandwiches *HUFF* 5 double bacon burgers *HUFF* 8 sides of Loaded Bucket Fries, each... with *HUFF*....with *COUGH* with..."

"Each with extra mayo?" the voice asked, giving Janice a little more time to catch her breath.

"You know me too well", Janice replied with a smile before continuing.

"Then since I'm feeling a little extra hungry, let's also do 3 chicken buckets and 5 large Dr. Pep's instead of 4" she concluded.

"You got it. Go ahead and make your way up to the pickup window... oh and... be careful with the pole, I think today might be the day it finally falls," he warned.

The pole, was of course the light pole that lit up the drive-thru lane at night. It was placed a little too close to the side of the building for Janice to fit by it. While cars were able to fit past it just fine, Janice's XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL frame overflowed the lane entirely and rubbed against it. During the last few days, the groaning of metal had been a little louder than it had in the past. It was already notably bent at this point.

Janice made her way towards it, angling as much of her belly towards the wall of the building to give the pole its best chance of survival. Her belly pressed up against the wall as she slowly tried to scoot her way past it, but her belly fat quickly began to swallow the pole.

*groannnnn* the pole shouted in protest. Janice tried to suck in her gut, but of course nothing happened.

*GROANNNNNNNNN* the metal screeched in increased in intensity as it sunk deep into the side of her belly, its base lost in an ocean of fat.

"Just a little more..." she whispered to herself.

*GROANNNNNNNNN* *SNAP!*

"Oh darn it!"

The metal pole cracked near the base and toppled towards the ground. Luckily no was nearby to get hurt. There was a loud *CRASH* as plastic shattered and glass exploded in a small pile where the lamp part had landed.

Her belly quickly lurched out to fill up the available space the pole had denied her, causing a swarm of ripples and jiggles to travel across her tummy. She gritted her teeth and waddled the rest of the way to the pickup window.

Mike was already leaning outside to see what the noise was. Before he could say anything, Janice spoke up.

"I'm so sorry!" she began.

"It's ok. Now that I think about it, you've probably given this place enough money to replace 100 light poles. I'm sure my boss will be able to  forgive you for this one." he said, in an attempt to cheer her up.

"Ok, well if you need me to help pay, just let me know," Janice added.

Mike nodded and started handing bag after bag of greasy fast-food to the mammoth of a woman. 

The endless piles of fat around her arms made them almost useless. They were pretty much only good for one thing: lifting up food into her mouth. This made the act of eating very exhausting and difficult for Janice, but rather than discourage her from eating more, all it did was increase her appetite.

The colossal woman licked her lips as the first breakfast sandwich approached her eagerly awaiting mouth. It was delicious. She started stuffing her face. Sure, she knew she should probably take things slower and cut back... but it was just so damn tasty and she was SO hungry. She continued to shove more and more greasy fast food down her throat as she pushed away the thoughts of her future weight gain and the thoughts of her past property damage behind her. All that mattered now was the present, and how delicious this food was.

Food always made the time fly by for Janice. Before she knew it, the office was finally within view. Janice turned early on her way to the entrance, talking a different route to the back of the building. As she passed the main entrance, she shared a few smiles and curtesy waves to her coworkers that were making their way inside as well.

Given her size, there was no possible way Janice could even hope of entering the building through the front entrance. Even if the tried, the front was almost all glass and she didn't want to risk accidently shattering a door or window with her belly and cutting herself on it. She was forced to walk around the side of the building and come in through the back. This wasn't all bad though, her desk was in the back of the building so the distance was practically the same either way. 

You could say that Janice had her "own entrance." The back used to have a pair of metal double-doors with pushbars that opened them. This was ideal for Janice given that her belly would reach the doors several yards before her arms could. But opening the doors wasn't the problem, it was squeezing in between them. Of course today, the doors weren't there anymore. Their absence was daily reminder to Janice of what happened.

She thought back to the first time she tried to squeeze her belly through the double doors. She shoved her body forward, causing her belly to squish against the bottom of the doors. She kept pushing, which led to her belly pooling itself higher and higher against the door until it overtook the pushbars. She felt the push bars sink in with a satisfactory *click*, and the door swung open a few feet. However, even with the doors open, her belly was just too massive to fit between them. She continued to push with all her strength until the entire doorframe was filled with several tons of soft belly fat. She just couldn't fit. Not wanting to give up, she pressed on. 

Cracks started to form in the concrete around the doorframe, the metal frame itself started to groan in protest as both took on forces far beyond what they were designed to handle. The metal frame screeched as it was bent out of the wall. Pieces of concrete and brick crumbled to the ground.

Janice readjusted her stance and shoved once more, causing the entire building to shake on its very foundation. Every single person in the building paused what they were doing and turned their heads towards the noise.

She gave it one last shove when suddenly...

*SCREACHHHHHHHHHHH*

*BOOM*

*CRASSHHHHHHHHHH*

*BAM!*

The entire doorway was ripped from the wall. A small avalanche of concrete and bricks fell from onto the floor. The metal doors themselves lay among the rubble in a twisted heap of scrap. She had made it inside.

The memory was still vivid in Janice's mind. As she approached the "doorway" now, it was merely just a hole in the wall covered by a large pair of curtains. The hole was much larger than it was on that first day she had made it. Every day, a little more of the wall was destroyed by her girth as she attempted to make her way inside. She figured today wouldn't be any different given how much she stuffed herself on the way here.

She shoved her belly in between the curtains, feeling the familiar sensation of brick on her tummy as she forced her way inside. As expected, another chunk of wall fell to the ground on either side of her.

*CRASH-CRASH*

Janice gritted her teeth and paused, waiting to see if there would be any more damage. With no more sounds of destruction echoing throughout the building, she decided to continue. After the apex of her belly passed through the wall, she knew she was in the clear. Her belly was the widest part of her after all. She quickened her pace and found herself completely inside as she felt the curtain brush across her ass behind her.

After the excitement of the morning was over, Janice realized just how exhausted she was. Carrying her massive weight around just by standing up was an ordeal on its own, let alone dragging it all the way to work and destroying a wall with it. She was absolutely soaked in sweat. She could feel like the liquid pooling around her body, sinking into her rolls and collecting into the carpet underneath her. She was panting and taking in deep raspy breaths. Worst of all, it felt like she hadn't eaten anything at all today. Her stomach let out a large upset growl.

"No, not yet. I only JUST got to work," she thought to herself, then approached her desk.

Janice's massive belly combined with her incredibly obese arms meant that using a keyboard and mouse was far from possible. Because of this, Janice was forced to wear a headset and speak commands to her computer to accomplish her daily tasks. She placed the headset over her head with one exhausted heavy arm, and then let it flop back to her side once it was on. She felt so drained of energy.

"Computer, *HUFF* exit sleep mode," she said into the mic on her headset. The PC came to life, showing an image of her desktop along with various files and folders. Janice took in a few deep breaths, still exhausted from the commute, then spoke again.

"Computer, open my email,"

The email application opened. She squinted to read the amount of unread messages she had. Her giant belly kept her eyes extremely far away from the monitor, making it very difficult to read small text.

"Is that a 5? Or maybe an 8?" she asked herself.

*GROWLLLLLLLLL* went her stomach.

"Ugh I can't focus like this," she whispered to herself.

She decided a quick snack break wouldn't be too big a deal. So she once again "stood up" and made her way past her desk towards the hallway vending machine. Her body took up the entire hallway as she waddled down it. She noticed for the first time that there was a slight discoloration in the paint where her sweaty belly had dragged along each wall. She gulped hoping no one would ever realize it was her doing.

As the vending machine drew closer, Janice started to shove her belly harder into the opposite wall. This way, her belly would hopefully swarm around the vending machine instead of shoving it further down the hall away from her like it did a few weeks ago when she first came back. She pushed and pushed, hoping the office wall wouldn't suffer the same fate as her entrance wall. Her belly climbed higher and higher and against it, but then finally gave it as it wrapped around the vending machine and flooded beyond it out into the hallway.

She shoved a $20 in and reached out a pudgy finger to press the button. 'E5', for her favorite bag of nacho cheese chips. She extended her arm as far as it would go, but it couldn't reach. She scooted against the machine a little more, causing the machine to groan against a surge of her hip and leg fat. She shoved herself a little closer. She stretched her arm again, but it fell just short. Holding out her arm like that quickly became tiring, so she let it fall to her side, causing her fat body to jiggle.

She leaned in just a little bit more...  

*CRASH*

The front of the vending machine was flooded with a wave of hip fat, causing the plastic panel to break itself loose from the metal frame. Janice's doughy cheeks reddened as she looked around. There was no one in sight. She hurriedly grabbed the broken panel and removed it from the machine. She hurriedly reached inside and scooped out as many snacks as she could carry, and started to head back to her desk. She was far too fat to be able to turn around, so she scooted backwards as quickly as she could, being careful not to trip over her own ass fat.

Once back in the safety of her office, she started to shove nearly an entire vending machine's worth of candy and chips into her mouth. In-between mouthfuls, she noticed there was a paper on her desk.

"Ugh, what's this?" she said to herself. "I thought these people knew better than to send me physical copies of things!"

She had to maneuver her body like a semi-truck to get to the side of her desk in order to grab it. She had to be careful not to flatten the copy machine that was behind her and to the right of her desk with her bulldozer of an ass. She squeezed by without issue, and grabbed the document.

Her eyes scanned the document back and forth, thenher heart sank. It was a notice about the scratches and streaks her belly had caused to the wall paint in the hallway. Looks like they already knew it was her after all. First the sidewalk, then the light pole, then the hallway, and now the vending machine. Janice was dealing out quite a lot of property damage today.

Janice found herself full of sorrow at the destruction her incredibly obese body was causing, but knew she had to get back to work in order to pay for the damages. Luckily they agreed not to charge her for the back entrance repair and decided to just leave it as is.

At least she still had a large pile of snacks she could enjoy to cheer her up. Janice started to back up and maneuver her body back to her desk when suddenly

*SMASHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

Her ass had completely steamrolled the copy machine behind her, flattening it against the wall and leaving a pile of destroyed metal and plastic mixed with paper and ink all over the floor.

"Damn it!" she screamed. 

Her mind was so distracted by the bill, snacks, and hunger, that she completely forgot to be careful where she was backing up her fat ass.

"Guess that's coming out of my paycheck too," she muttered to herself.

Reluctantly, she made her way back to her desk and started munching away at more of her vending machine snacks.

"Computer, open up first email," she commanded.

The screen displayed the first message which wrote, "Good morning Janice, we need to assign someone to generate our income report for the third quarter. Henry is out of town on a business trip this week. Do you know who a suitable replacement could be? From Robert."

Janice bit her lip (then bit into a cookie) and thought for a moment. She remembered a few years back, Jessica had taken over some of Henry's finance duties last time he was out of town.

"Computer, compose a re-*BURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*" she sputtered out. She had meant to say "reply".

"I do not understand," the computer spoke back through her headset. "I cannot compose a reverb.

"Ugh, not 'reverb'" she said. "Compose a reply."

That time the computer understood, a blank reply was created and the cursor flashed on the screen awaiting the message.

"Good morning Robert, I recall that a few years ago, Jessica *BURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP* had taken accounting duties from Henry before. You should reach out to him about it."

Janice watched as her voice was converted to text. She noticed an issue where she had burped. It thought she had said "Jessica Brett!" with an exclamation point.

"Dang it. Computer, delete the word "Brett" please"

The computer did as it was told. After a few more failed commands and accidental "BELCH" text entries, Janice had answered all of her emails for the morning.

It was coming up on lunch time though, so brought up an internet browser with her headset and placed a food delivery order. About a half our later, a very surprised delivery man walked through the curtains only to be greeted by several tons worth of ass fat. Janice turned her head around, but couldn't see him.

"Are you the food person?" she asked.

"Ye-yes ma'am." he stammered, still trying to process the sheer size of the massively fat woman in front of him.

"Awesome, I'm starving!" she exclaimed. "You can go ahead and hand those bags to me."

The delivery man made his way around the huge woman. Once in view, Janice saw how he was struggling to carry what had to be at least a dozen bags of food. Relieved of his burden, the man rested his arms and started to make his way back to the hole in the wall.

"There you go ma- ma'am. You uh... have a good day." he said, still shaken.

"Thank you! You too!" Janice replied with a friendly smile and a quick wave of her other hand.

Janice quickly got to work stuffing her face once again. Her incredibly obese body took on more and more calories.

*BURRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*, roared throughout the building when she finally finished a big enough meal to feed a family for several days.

Janice continued her daily work of answering emails and editing documents. She had reached one particularly complex spreadsheet and couldn't quite make out the details of one row.

"I think that says $15,857... no it's $18,857... no I think.. ugh."

She leaned forward to try and get a better look. It was no good. She shoved her body against the desk, her belly starting to overflow around and on top of it as she did so.

"Ah it does say $18,857! so that means with last years output, we can conclude that-"

*CRASH*

Her belly smothered the desk beyond what it could carry as it fell apart into a pile of wood chips underneath her belly's great weight.

"Noooooooo! Come on!" she screamed.

She tried to look down at the damage. The desk was completely destroyed, but it looked like her pc tower and monitor survived, landing on her soft belly. She could feel the warmth of the monitor on her skin, giving her some more hope that it was ok.

"Uhhh, computer? Can you call Mr. Evans?"

She heard the *ding* and a voice say "Calling Mr. Evans" in her headset. That meant that the computer was still working!

She breathed a quick sigh of relief. At least that was one thing she didn't have to pay for today. A few minutes later, an older man walked into her office. Mr. Evans, the building's handyman walked up to Janice and asked, "Do you know what happened to the vending machine out in the hallway?"

"Yeah... that was me. I'm so sorry, I'll gladly pay for it!" she said, sheepishly.

"That won't be necessary. The front panel just popped out of place, I was able to fix it just now." he said.

"Oh good!" she said, the relief obvious in her voice.

"Now I assume you called me in today because of this?" he said gesturing at the flattened pile of splinters and sawdust underneath Janice's room-filling belly that used to be a desk.

"That's right, I'm so sorry about that!" Janice said without hesitation.

Mr. Evans picked up some pieces of debris and moved the monitor and tower off of her belly and placed them on the ground a few feet away from her ever-expanding gut. They both seemed to still be in working order, which was another weight off Janice's shoulders.

"And I suppose the copy machine behind you was your doing too?" he asked.

"Oh, I totally forgot about that!" Janice said, the blood rushing to her cheeks. "Yeah, I kinda... squished it," she admitted.

"Well I hate to say it, but your boss is probably going to want that to come out of your paycheck too" he said with a hint of pity and regret.

"I know," Janie replied, looking down. While doing so, she noticed an untouched bag of chips laying next to her. She grabbed it and lifted a chip up to her mouth while Mr. Evans continued to clean up the damage.

Just when the chip was about to contact her lips, she felt a strange resistance in her arm. She looked to her side only to see that her arm rolls had grown so massive that she could no longer reach her mouth while bending them. Did she really eat THAT much today? It was only midafternoon! She put her arm down and watched the handyman clear away the rest of the debris from the flattened desk.

*GROWLLLLLLLLLLL* went her stomach.

Mr. Evans jumped a little, but pretended not to hear it.

Finally, the mess was completely cleaned up. The computer monitor was setup on the floor in front of her. Not ideal, but it would have to do until a replacement desk could be set up.

"Alright, you're all set. If you have any other...err... accidents, let me know," Mr. Evans explained.

"Thank you so much! Again, I'm really sorry," she said.

*GROWLLLLLLLLLLLLLL* Janice's stomach added.

Mr. Evans nodded and turned to exit the office.

"Um, Mr. Evans!" Janice called out.

He stopped and turned around.

"Could you do me oneeeeee more little favor before you go?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Can you um... feed me the rest of that bag of chips?" she said pointing to the chip bag she couldn't lift to her mouth.

"Janice, you are something else" he said, shaking his head and laughing to himself.

Janice started to feel the color rush to her cheeks again. She knew it was a very embarrassing thing to ask of someone. But she was just SO hungry!

The handyman made his way over to the massive woman and held out chip after chip in front of her. After the bag was empty, he said goodbye again and headed down the hallway. Janice's stomach was still rumbling. 

She hated the feeling of being hungry. Her inability to resist putting more food in her mouth was what caused all of these problems in the first place. And to make matters worse, her hunger only compounded the bigger she got.

She then wondered if the vending machine had been restocked while it was being fixed. It wouldn't hurt to find out. Janice once again backed up her huge ass and made her way towards the hallway. She actually found the room to be much more spacious with the copy machine and desk out of the picture. She was easily able to make her way around the computer on the floor.

Once again, her belly pressed against both sides of the wall, a little harder than this morning she noted. She really was packing on the pounds recently. She pushed and pushed, but her belly wouldn't fit down the hallway.

*GROWLLLLLLLLLLL*

"This damn apatite just won't give me a break today" she groaned to herself.

She pushed and pushed, not noticing the cracks forming along the wall on her left. She just wanted a quick snack for the road and then to go home. She continued pushing until she suddenly stopped feeling the left wall's presence against her belly. She opened her eyes just in time to see the wall fall into the adjacent room and come crashing into the ground. Her belly quickly lurched forward to fill the now empty space.

Once the dust settled, she was greeted by a dozen or so surprised faces around a table in the meeting room. Her coworkers gaped at her, still trying to process one of their meeting room walls collapsing into the room.

"I'll uh... I'll pay for that"

*GROWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL*

The End