Special: Carolyn's New Position

Tags: Explicit sex, corruption, near blob level weight gain.

The results of the poll from Friday. My idea was that this could be an anti-valentine's special. Since the world was going to be showered in schmaltzy stuff, I thought some raw kink would be funny to balance it out.

“Good morning!” Carolyn Clark stuck out an enthusiastic hand as she entered the interview room. She had locked eyes with her target, a tall woman with crimson hair, and smiled as brightly as she could. “Carolyn Clark, good to finally meet you!” She only broke her gaze for a moment, whipping long, blonde hair out of her face. 

“Jocelyn Cruz,” The other woman returned the handshake with a firm but almost sensual embrace. She had model-like beauty, her skin glowing even under the harsh fluorescent lights. “Charmed to meet you, Carolyn.” Jocelyn smiled, her eyes bright and full. She spoke a little above a whisper, her voice fulsome and sensual. Carolyn had to fight to keep from shivering as Jocelyn’s words drained down her back and between her pert buttcheeks. She felt naked everytime the other woman spoke, as if neither were wearing expensive pantsuits. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” 

“Oh. . .you as well!” Carolyn paused only for a moment, hoping it would not reflect badly on her. This was by far the most high pressure interview she had ever had. Joceyln’s company was rich, powerful, and almost impossible to be hired on to. Carolyn had been surprised that her resume had been chosen at all. She had applied mostly as a joke. “I’m honored to have gotten your attention.” 

“Are you? I would think a woman like you drew lots of attention.” Joceyln’s plump, ruby red lips pushed the words out. She turned and walked to the desk, sitting on one side. Carolyn followed, trying to figure out how to respond or what Jocelyn might have been hinting at. Thankfully, the hiring manager continued speaking. “I’ve studied you. . .” Joceylyn tapped a printed out resume. “. . .and I think you would be an amazing fit for our staff.” She stopped, licking her lips. 

“I. . .believe so as well!” Carolyn struggled to keep her eyes off of Jocelyn’s most alluring features. In comparison to Carolyn’s toned but otherwise flat body, Jocelyn was a beautifully shaped statue. Her breasts were full, begging to be released from under her buttoned shirt, her lips were plump without looking fake or unnatural, and Carloyn had caught sight of a butt that was shaped by heaven itself. It was distracting to sit so close to a vision of perfection. Everytime Jocelyn moved, Carolyn lost track of the conversation. “I. . .have. . .uhm. . .what attracted you to me?” 

“You strike me as the kind of woman who likes a challenge.” Jocelyn smiled. “Moreover, the kind of woman who would flourish with some. . .unorthodox responsibilities.” 

“Unorthodox?” Carolyn asked.

“As you know, we are a rather unique and diverse company,” Jocelyn began, though not really answering Carolyn’s question. She tapped a remote that had been sitting on the desk, turning on a tv that Carolyn hadn’t noticed before. Pictures of the various staff members and company events flicked by. Carolyn watched them with growing interest. Each of the pictures showed groups of happy and beautiful people. Carolyn could not ignore the latter detail. The photos showed in shape and exquisitely attractive people bereft of any flaws. The men were handsome, most bearing obvious muscles beneath their suits. The women were curvaceous and had the same sort of flawless skin that Jocelyn did. It was a paradise of models, seemingly removed from the world of normal imperfections that Carolyn came from. “We are a tight group. Almost more of a social club than a job.” Jocelyn smiled as she clicked through the photos. “I think we all share some responsibility to keep each other happy and functioning.” 

“I. . .I understand.” Carolyn could not fathom how she might fit into such a prestigious group. A lifetime of beauty treatments would not grant her the sort of perfection on display in these photos. Yet, there was something flattering about being allowed to join them. That she, as average as she was, could exist in their midst, was a compliment in and of itself. “Would this be more of a HR job?” She asked, wondering if the position had changed. 

“That’s a way of thinking about it!” Jocelyn clapped her hands together. “I’d say, you would be part secretary, part HR, and part. . .morale manager!” She extended a hand across the table. “If you would accept the job, of course.” 

Carolyn took the hand offered before her brain could stop it. She reacted on impulse, though one she could not readily understand. It was only as her hands touched Jocelyn’s that she could think again. “Would you mind going into specifics about the responsibilities?” She asked feebly. 

“Certainly! How about we do it over lunch?” Jocelyn prowled like a cat as she stood and walked around the table again. Carolyn was whisked from her seat, again not even realizing that she had started to stand. Jocelyn put an arm around her back, soft but firm in its intentions. “Carolyn, do you have much of an appetite?” She asked as they exited the room together.   

Time on the job quickly changed the young applicant. She found that there were indeed other responsibilities to the job. Those responsibilities had a profound effect on the new employee. Carolyn found her place at the company was dictated not just how efficiently she could work on making copies or running errands, but what she might do for others. 

--- Not On the List ---

Carolyn waddled down the hall with agonizing slowness, forcing her voluminous body through the tight confines of the office’s cubicles and hallways. A sedan would have had an easier time driving through the various twists and turns, it would have been smaller for sure. Carolyn was massive, a hulking blob of blubber that was kept mobile only by a belly board and a sweat lathered belly. Rather than just being fat, Carolyn heaved around literal tonnage. Her stomach flooded out providing a platform for which her breasts could rest upon. They were meaty, full breasts with a striking resemblance to zeppelins in shape and size. Carolyn’s neck had long since been eaten by advancing bulk. A heavy and rotund face rested upon neck rolls the size of car tires. Carolyn wore much more makeup these days, trying to compensate for the sweat which poured down from her face. Rivers of perspiration flowed from every crevice and crack, turning her lush fat swampy. Each lumbering step made the river of sweat flowing between her asscheeks change course. 

Carolyn gave little care to the state of her body. Though her ass was so massive and couch-like that it dragged upon the ground, she only continued in her slow lumber. One fat, nearly useless hand gripped a pointer stick whilst the other mangled a manilla folder. The office behemoth waddled with her mouth open, wheezing and sucking down air.  The first indication she gave that her size was a problem came with the crack of fabric breaking and whipping around. Ohhh. . .fuccck,” Carolyn said as she felt her bra give. The hefty, damp breasts were free to slide out under her shirt. The flopped in the air conditioning of the office, nipples vibrant for all the office to see. The moving tanker of blubber did not bother to adjust or hide them. She knew the office would want a show. Even as she passed by the cubicles, she heard her various coworkers making lewd comments. Carolyn merely sighed. It was going to be a work-heavy day. 

The copy room was mercifully empty when Carolyn arrived. It could hardly hold just her anymore. Anyone else visiting the room would be forced to get intimately close to the secretary’s sweaty, wobbling buttcheeks. The waddling landmass drew her body into the room slowly, pushing with the vain hope that she was sweaty enough to slide in. Her bulk worked like an octopus’ body, with enough trial and error she could squeeze into almost anywhere. The sides of her gut pooled around the doorframe, flowing like so much sludge into the room. She could almost feel the temperature in the copy room change as her humid, fetid bulk entered. The cold air was pushed out whilst her seething mass came in. Carolyn felt rather than saw the contents of the room. Her gut pushed against stacks of paper and other boxes of office supplies, feeling them out with a curious and consuming interest. These boxes had long been crushed by her many trips in. They would be crushed again the next time Carolyn was tasked with making copies. It was only the industrial sized copier that had, thus far, been able to stand against her weight. 

Waves upon waves of fat flooded around the copier. There was a rising tide of Carolyn in the room, every second passing bringing the level of belly fat higher. As she made it halfway through the door, the copier was tipped back against the wall. Carolyn, hearing the muted scrape of plastic against the wall rolled her eyes. “Typical. . .” She flicked her fat face, throwing hair out of her eyes. She had cut her hair, going from the short hair to something more business appropriate. As she flicked her head, her freely dangling breasts bounced slapped against the quadrants of her upper gut. The nearly gelatinous office worker continued pushing, forcing her bulk to fill the room fully. Her rumble-butt jiggled lightly against the back wall whilst her gut pushed the copier. Carolyn started to probe the copier with her pointing stick, her arms far too coated in blubber to use. She flicked her wrists, though they were long buried, and tapped through the copier screens. The small motions made Carolyn seem even more like an ocean of pudding brought to life and immense size. Even the smallest tap sent large ripples through her body. Yet, she was diligent. Carolyn was diligent with all her responsibilities around the office. Even those she despised. 

“Yo, Carol,” The voice of one of her least favorite duties sounded behind Carolyn. “Got time for a quickie?” There came the jangle of a belt. Carolyn sighed, her butt flooding back against the wall. Shoulders as broad as a bicycle slumped down in frustration. 

“No. . .Ted. . .I really. . .don’t.” The humongous woman spoke, unable to turn around. Yet she knew well what Ted looked like. He was tall and classically handsome, muscular and very full of himself. “You aren’t. . . even on. . .the schedule. . .today.” Carolyn flapped the arm with the manilla folder. 

“Come on! Nothing for your favorite customer.” Ted reached out a hand and slapped it down on Carolyn’s asscheek. A wave carried across her mass. Though embarrassing to admit, the gigantic woman felt a thrill deep between her legs. Even a creature as loathsome and prideful as Ted could stir up lust within her. 

“Oh. . .is. . .Alex coming?” Carolyn retorted, pumping her hips as much as their mass would allow. Even the thought of her office crush sent Carolyn into a lusty frenzy. She would have given most anything to have Alex slap her ass and call her for some mid-afternoon fun. Unfortunately, a girl had to make due with what she was offered. “I’d fuck. . .him. . .three times. . .before you.”

“Nah, the big man is out sick.” Ted started to slide into the room, riding the waves of blubber. His cock stiffened as fat started to engulf him. Carolyn’s lower half was partially draped in black slacks, the company going to great lengths to keep its star employee clothed. “You’re stuck with me today.” 

“No.” Carolyn started to speak but was stopped by her throbbing pussy. Feeling Ted trying to balance upon her reminded Carolyn just how unearthly fat she was; those moments of clarity were always the hottest. Yet, she was not just going to give Ted the keys to the kingdom easily, there was a schedule and procedures. “I’m. . .ooooh. . .stuck with. . .aaah. . .my list.” Carolyn again flapped the manilla folder, contained within was the schedule for the week. The men and women who had signed up to have their fun with her flabby body. Jocelyn was more than correct when she had talked about the extra responsibilities. Carolyn was not just a secretary, but rather a slam pig for her coworkers to enjoy. She was a bit of harmless fun for the various departments to blow off steam with, particularly before going home to their families and real lives. As odd as it was to say, Carolyn had found herself enjoying her role as the company fuck toy. Well, all except Ted. 

“Aaah, come on. . .just a quickie.” He repeated, almost too horny to think of clever lines. “You can’t come by with those. . .tits hanging out. . .and not. . .want me to offer.” He fumbled to get his belt off. As with all things business, this was just another negotiation. “What if. . .ah. . .there was some extra cheddar in your paycheck?” The accountant fumbled to get his slacks off, throwing out the best promise he had. In truth, it was a good one. 

Carolyn’s pussy and ears perked up at the sounds of a deal being offered. She bent forward, slowly letting her mass flow onto the copier. Her list and pointing stick were gone in a flood of fat. The room filling secretary grinned, knowing she was close to paying off a car she could no longer fit into. “Sorry. . .Ted. . .closed for. . .business.” She said even as her buttcheeks bobbled apart. Rivulets of sweat dripped from her rolls and crevices, spurred on by a wave of sex hormones. There was a time delay to negotiations. Eventually, she would be so horny that she would give in, extra bonus or not. However, that did not mean she was going to settle for small potatoes. There was nothing small about Carolyn now. 

“That’s not what. . .oh fuck. . .your tattoo says.” Ted had worked down the garbage bags that Carolyn called pants and was staring at gigantic lettering. Open for Loads and Fuck Hungry Slut flashed in bright pink lettering across Carolyn’s ass. The tattoos were often obscured by back rolls, though occasionally a shift in the tides of fat allowed them to be seen in their full glory. Carolyn had gotten the infamous tattoos at the company Christmas party, though at that point she had been too drunk to remember. She had downed a gallon of beer, belched loud enough to shatter a window, and then collapsed onto Heather from sales. It had been then that Leslie, company CIO, had brought out her tattoo gun. 

“Fuck. . .sake. . .Ted. . .Pony. . .aaah. . .up!” Carolyn squealed and moaned, a river of wetness flooding between her thighs. She would get her money’s worth out of this job, as she had everything else since coming to the office. Her hands sought the copier but were denied it. She had to grab onto her own fat rolls for stability, the machine long buired under her endless mass. Long gone were the days when she could get bent over a table or other office fixture. The best she could do was getting bent over herself, which was fun in its own way. Either way, she would end up moaning so loud that people several floors down would hear it. She did not have long to wait, Ted’s pants were off and she could feel his cock. She was almost as excited for it as she was the money being haggled over. He strained, trying to close the deal before starting another. It was a test of endurance for either deviant. 

“Fine. Fine.” Ted lasted longer in bed than he did in money talks. “Another 2k, coming Friday.” He was as open about embezzlement as he was his lust for Carolyn. 

“Make it 4k, putz.” 

“Deal.” 

Carolyn orgasmed instantly upon hearing her terms had been met. “Alright. . .get. . .fucking. . .” She settled down, ready again to have her depths plumbed. “Make it. . .quick. . .schedule. . . to keep.” Ted was only the halfway point in her day. The nearly immobile mass had many more people to fuck and get fucked by. Those were the people who had signed up via the company intranet, same as they would for the softball league or Wednesday night’s potluck supper. Unlike the softball league or the supper, Carolyn promised much quicker satisfaction.

“Fuck, always so. . .rushed.” Ted began to thrust, hard. The single compliment that Carolyn could give about Ted was that he was an animal. Unlike some of her other officemates, he was not timid about wanting his gratification. Ted thrust again, even quicker than the first, his cock shoving between asscheeks which rose higher into the air than he did. The small copy room seemed to shift in time with Carolyn’s fat, directed by the animalistic shoves and hurls of Ted’s hips. She was a massive, shapeless woman and only the strongest fucking would bring any amount of satisfaction to the pair. Ted was up to the challenge as always, his cock hardening as the deed progressed. His arms spread over the field of booty blubber, looking for any leverage. Fucking Carolyn was comparable to trying to make love to the ocean itself. Waves of ass and back fat broke around Ted, threatening to swallow him. His lust had stirred up the beast and he would be swallowed by it were he not in total command. 

“Huh-harder. . .HARDER!” Carolyn yelled as Ted put every ounce of strength he had into his thrusts. With each push of his hips, the blobby office worker slid forward. Her flab crushed and broke the copier, reducing it to a heap of useless plastic. Sweat dripped from her face, running in rivers to drip off of her exposed breasts. She was pushed forward by Ted’s carnal thrusts, her head finally bumping against the wall. Carolyn rose like a forming mountain, her rolls bunching up underneath. Muffled sounds and screams came from the ruined copier. It would work in lieu of creaking bed springs. Carolyn, slam pig extraordinaire, put her flabby hands on the wall, her face getting pushed into it more and more. Losing her mind to lust, she licked her sweaty fingers and even the wall itself. Her pussy gushed and ached, begging for more. 

Carolyn’s pudding like asscheeks curved around Ted’s hard member. To say nothing of her gigantic body, Carolyn’s ass was like two waterbeds brought to life. Ted fucked this pulsating canyon, serching for any tightness. There was constant movement around his entire body, so much so that it made him delirious. At times he was submerged underneath the looming mounds and at others he was held above it. Time and space had little meaning when fucking Carolyn. Every bit of negotiation and forthcoming embezzlement to pay her was worth it. The tails of his button up shirt flapped, whilst his belt and pants jangled around his ankles. Her clothes were drenched in sweat, which poured onto him for extra lubrication. She was a seething balloon of sexuality and he had the perfect sword to pop it. Finally, with a loud moan, he did. 

Carolyn felt a familiar push and pulse as Ted climaxed. She rolled her eyes, wishing that the moment had lasted longer. She had a body that was meant to be fucked for hours, if not days. The man behind her went limp, though his cock stayed hard. As if sucked into a coma upon release, Ted slid off of her ass. Without the pressure of his thrusts, Carolyn began to seep off of the wall. Her gelatinous fat drained back to its usual resting place, moving like a draining flood. Carolyn shook her heavy cheeks, trying to get hair and sweat out of her eyes. Her pants had been pulled off in the mad scramble for sex and would likely stay that way. At best, with all the leaning and grunting in the world, she could pull them up halfway around her bottom half. She considered the motion as she started to leave, forcing her mass out of the door. 

“Remember. . .loverboy. . .4k. . .no. . .fucking. . .exceptions.” Carolyn wheezed the words out. She thudded down the hallway, not bothering to clean off any of the sweat or other fluids. There was a schedule to keep and other coworkers to keep happy. She could worry about showers later in the day. Carolyn lumbered along, tits out and smelling like sex. Heads rose over cubicles momentarily before ducking back down. Fingers clacked on keyboards in rushed attempts to fill out the form which would grant access to the office sex worker. It was going to be a heavy day for Carolyn.