The Promotion, Part 5

Summary: Intern Claire has been manipulated into stuffing herself at the behest of CEO Dinah Grace, who has control of Claire’s future job prospects and university credits. Despite all the resentment at what has happened to her body and struggle to simply keep up with her life in the face of Dinah’s demands, Claire is determined to pass her final review, get the job and make this all worth it… but making Dinah fall from grace has its own temptations. Contains: Female: stuffing, weight gain, and more. Plot line created by Opik Oort.

Note: This is a companion piece to Opik Oort's ongoing comic of the same name.

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The next course to be revealed was some sort of bizarre pizza burger. It appeared to be a fully-loaded pizza encased in a giant hamburger bun, which was packed with cheese, toppings, a massive beef patty, and yet more cheese atop that. It was just obscene. And it was huge, but Claire didn’t hesitate. She lifted the whole thing with both hands and brought it to her lips.

There must have been some biological abnormality underway. Maybe she had just gotten so accustomed to stretching her mouth and packing her throat that she could now accommodate absurdly large amounts of food at one time. She stuffed the monstrous, grease and sauce-dripping creation into her mouth, forgoing any attempt at using utensils. She felt food getting all over her face and spilling onto her cleavage, but she just kept forcing it down. The pizza-burger should have been enough for two dozen people. Claire took it all in at one time, even gagging against it, but continuing to swallow. She could feel the huge mass of it stretching her insides until it shoved into her gut, causing it to bulge forward by several inches. Several of her blouse buttons popped off, one flying across the table and narrowly missing Dinah.

After that, Claire only took a moment to recover, flushed and panting as she rounded on a deep pan of coleslaw. She shoved it into her mouth by the handful, and eventually just lifted the whole thing and began to tip it down her throat. She could see that her breasts has swollen considerably, bulging heavily from the V-neck of her blouse. The blouse buttons there were barely hanging on.

Claire had barely finished when the maids brought out the next course. He just stared, almost overwhelmed by the sight of a huge stuffed turkey. It had to be a 25-pound bird and was accompanied by heaping servings of mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce.

Claire was sweating. She felt breathless, heavy, and lethargic. She was almost dizzy by the forceful onslaught of calories. But she had made it this far. There was no point in stopping now. Drawing in a deep breath, Claire reached down for the turkey. She was going to get it down in one go.

With clumsy, greasy hands, Claire stuffed the cranberry sauce and potatoes into the turkey, jamming it all in. She grabbed hold of the bird. It was a strain just to lift it. It was so heavy; so packed and oily. She tilted her head back and brought it to her lips.

Claire opened her mouth wide and began to take the turkey in. She pushed and shoved, her face strained and pink as more of the turkey was packed into her mouth. She could feel her lips stretching to outlandish degrees. She swallowed against the bird, nearly choking as she forced it down, pulling it to her, shoving it deeper. She couldn’t breathe for at least a minute, then could feel her neck contorting thick and wide, her chest burning and aching as the turkey shoved through her body.

Her belly exploded forward. The remains of her blouse tore apart. Claire sucked in desperate gasps of air as she looked down at the honeydew-sized breasts straining her overly-taxed bra, and her huge belly, that made her look overdue with child. The mound was round, but squishy and malleable. Every inch of Claire’s exposed flesh was covered in food, her ruined blouse hanging uselessly around her shoulders.

Claire just tried to breathe. She watched as Dinah made a signal to the two maids standing by; just a slight gesture of her hand. They nodded and came forward, closing in on Claire, reaching out with their hands. Claire’s face twisted as they began to rub her belly, massaging the swollen mound, kneading at the undigested food packed within as turkey grease, tomato sauce, cranberry sauce, melted cheese, and other stray food substances were rubbed all over her skin. Though it felt uncomfortable, it was actually helping. Claire was deeply ashamed of what she had been reduced to but she had to finish this once and for all.

After about five minutes of this, the maids wrapped up their massage. At another gesture from Dinah, they quickly cleaned up the table and departed through the hidden kitchen door, leaving Claire and Dinah alone.

“I’m impressed,” Dinah said as she stood, looking smug even as Claire glared hatefully up at her. “Excellent work, as always.”

Claire didn’t think she had the energy to respond. She simply tried to catch her breath as she watched Dinah pull on a long pair of rubber gloves before starting to approach. Of course, Dinah always had to be impeccably clean. She couldn’t risk getting a smear food on her delicate hands or immaculate clothing.

Dinah then lifted the only thing that remained on the table. It was a huge pitcher filled with what looked like a strawberry milkshake. She came over to Claire, lifting her chin, and tugging at Claire’s bottom lip with her thumb, almost tenderly. Claire obligingly opened her mouth and allowed Dinah to carefully pour some milkshake inside.

However, the careful treatment did not last long. Dinah tilted the pitcher forward, shoving it harder and increasing the flow so that it was gushing milkshake, some of it spilling, but Claire took it in. The fluid was incredibly dense and heavy, sweet and thick, almost oily as well. She gulped and forced it all down her throat, feeling it hit her stomach almost painfully. Her belly tightened and grew yet more as she just struggled to get through it.

Then it was finally over. Claire was coughing between her gasps. Her belly felt as though it was throbbing. She couldn’t believe how immense it was, her breasts shelved atop it, close to pressing into Claire’s chin.

It was over.

Dinah lowered the emptied pitcher to her desk, then lifted the cover on the candy bowl always perched there at the edge. She picked up a single chocolate, as to commemorate Claire’s outrageous binge, and brought it Claire’s lips.

Claire accepted it. It was so small, yet a considerable struggle. She felt on the verge of throwing up. Somehow she managed to gulp down, and her belly got just a tiny bit tighter. It was enough to cause her to grunt out, her huge abdomen shuddering forward.

As Dinah reached down to lift another chocolate, something in Claire snapped. Claire found herself grabbing Dinah’s shoulders, at first to stop her. But by some impulse, she pulled the other woman forward so that their lips collided in a messy kiss, food and sauce rubbing all over Dinah’s face and clothing.

When Claire released her, Dinah fell to the floor, looking furious. And despite that Claire knew she had decidedly lost out on the job, she couldn’t help the weary grin that spread across her face.

The End

End Notes: Thanks for reading! Thanks to Opik-Oort for coming up with this awesome plot. Be sure to check out their patreon page for The Promotion comic! Lmk if you want more collabs or WG stories in the future. Cheers!