Fat Office Chapter 5

I left my overtime session with Debra ready to go home.  I didn’t expect to be doing so much manual labor at this job, but I guess when you’re tiny (comparatively), you have certain advantages that nobody else had.  As I headed to my car, I noticed there weren’t many cars in the parking lot, which was to be expected, seeing as how the work day was long over for most people.  But just as I noticed that it wasn’t completely empty, I heard a high pitched voice from behind me.

“Excuse me,” came the voice.

I moved to the right, and when I turned my head, a fat woman with somehow bigger breasts than any of the other women I had seen so far walked past me.  She didn’t even look at me, but I couldn’t believe how far in front of her those tits extended.  She was dressed fairly conservatively, but there was simply no hiding it.  Even in her blue dress that completely covered everything, there was over a foot of breast jutting forward from her chest, and they bounced with every step.

I couldn’t believe their size as I got in my car, but I wasn’t able to ponder it long when my phone vibrated.  It was a text from Monica.

MONICA:  Hey there!  I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight?

ME:  Ok, I just got home.  Let me get changed and I’ll head over.

MONICA:  Awesome!  See you soon <3

I figured why not.  I had earned it.  A hard day’s work and some extra cash in my future, I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and headed over to Monica’s apartment.  It was a pretty short drive, and it was ironically pretty close to work.  In all honesty, I could have just gone straight over to her house, but I always thought it was in good taste to at least look like you made the effort.  On the other hand, my work clothes were much nicer than the shirt I was now wearing.  Probably overthinking things, but I wasn’t a big dater.  I had never gone on many dates, being such a small guy.  I didn’t know what was normal, so I wanted to do my best.  There were some rules I assumed were there and some that I had to think about and make my best guess.  Hopefully it would work out for me.

I knocked on the door, and after a short minute, the door opened.  Much to my surprise, it was Rachel that answered, the girl I accidentally ran into on my first day, which subsequently led to me dating Monica.  She looked down at me with a big smile, like she had just caught me in her trap.

“Hi Johnny,” she said.  “I didn’t know you were coming over, or I would have worn something less provocative.”  She giggled after saying that.  It was true, she was wearing a tanktop which did little to hide the huge tits bulging before me.

“I…” I started to say, when I heard Monica yelling from behind Rachel.

“Rachel, get outta here!”  She winked at me, then passed by me and walked away, revealing Monica behind her.  She was wearing a low cut shirt and some jeans, which were tight on her massive bottom.  “Hi Johnny!  Rachel was just LEAVING,” she said, and she pulled me in for a hug.  She lifted me in the air and squeezed my face into her cleavage.  I had had encounters similar to this already, but this was pure smashing.  My face was so small compared to her breasts, I was getting pulverized by them.

She put me back on my feet, giving me a moment to snap back to reality.  “So I figured we could watch some movies, what do you think?”

“That sounds like a great idea,” I said.  We made our way to her couch and plopped down.  She turned on the TV and we sat next to each other, her sitting on one side of the couch and me sitting on the other.  It’s worth noting that the couch was rather large, which made sense as everything out here had to be bigger.

“Do you care what we watch?  I was thinking a super hero movie or something?”

“That would be good,” I said.  I didn’t really care one way or the other.  I could sense something romantic was supposed to be going down, and I wasn’t sure when or how it could even happen, so what movie was playing was the least of my worries at this point.  I was mostly concerned about not getting crushed between the cushions.

She turned on the movie and we watched it together, and for about twenty minutes, it was fairly uneventful.  We made small talk during the slow bits, occasionally referencing other movies, sharing our equally limited knowledge on comic book movies, and mentioning funny things that happened at work.  But before I knew it, she had edged herself closer to me.

It all happened so fast.  Understandably, subtlety wasn’t the name of the game in this town.  She had slid over, but with her size and lack of grace, her huge thigh was now touching mine, and my rib cage, it was so big.  Her jeans were still on, though I wouldn’t have been surprised if she decided to lose those at this point, but still, to my right was a huge thigh, which alone probably weighed as much as I did, or at least close to it.

“Ooh, I love this part…” she said, reaching her arm around my shoulders.  I hadn’t been on a million dates before, but I thought that was the guy’s move.  I wasn’t in the position to do anything about it though, so I just let it happen.  It made for a nice cushion for neck at any rate.  We remained like this for another five minutes, taking in the closeness and enjoying the action in the movie.

Then she pulled me in.  She didn’t pull hard, and she didn’t have to.  It was more of an inward nudge.  I pulled up my hands to cover my face, but I collided with her left breast.  I didn’t want to go too crazy with her, but she didn’t seem to have anything against holding me against her chest.  I looked up at her, and she looked down at me.  As soon as our eyes met, she went in for a kiss.  Our lips locked and she pulled me in closer.  Both of her hands gripped my shoulders and I gave myself to her.

We explored each other’s mouths for a while, and I had to admit it was pretty hot.  I wasn’t exactly a lothario, but I certainly never envisioned myself with a woman the size of Monica.  There was something erotic about being with a woman who could so easily dominate me, both physically and visually.  My hands often left her face and pressed into her abundant breasts, sometimes even touching her flesh in the process, which she seemed to enjoy.  It was all going well until one weird moment.

Out of nowhere, she turned a corner and became overly aggressive.  She grabbed my hair and in one quick motion shoved my face into her crotch.  My face crashed into her denim, and my fight or flight sensations were all firing off at once.  It was a lot of flight, obviously.  But she easily overpowered me and I couldn’t break free.

“Wanna eat my pussy?” she asked, dominantly.  Her finger reached for the button on her jeans, which looked ready to pop on its own.

“Um…” I muttered.  “Shouldn’t we slow down a little-”

She unbuckled her jeans and began the tough process of pulling them down.  As soon as even a little skin was revealed, she shoved my face into it.  “Start licking, little man.”

I did as I was told, mostly because she didn’t want to let go of my hair and I didn’t want to try the bald look.  At first, it was just her skin, but after about a minute of struggling, she got her pants off.  She released her grip on my hair and put her hands under my armpits.  In a display of strength, she lifted me off the couch and placed me on the ground in front of her.

“On your knees,” she said.

I got on my knees, and she spread her legs, revealing a mess of black pubic hair and a moist spot in the center.  Her hand guided my head into it, and I began sucking and licking as best I could.  Her taste was almost fruity, making it easier to lick than I expected.  But to my horror, the more turned on she got, the more she closed her legs, until at one point she seemed to be losing control entirely and slammed her thighs shut on my head.  I heard her make one last cry before my vision went dark and the room went quiet.  It was flesh to my left and right and above and everywhere.  I could tell I would run out of oxygen in here, and the sweat from my forehead and her legs was now pouring.

Before I had a chance to get worried though, she released me, panting and satisfied.  We calmed down a bit, and we decided it was best to call it a night.  The drive home was a mixture of disappointment and bewilderment.  Is this what it felt like to be used?  Did I care?  I wasn’t really sure how to feel about the night, but I knew a good night’s sleep may cure whatever was ailing me.

I made it to work the next day and got everything started as normal.  Debra waved me down after about twenty minutes.

“Thanks for your help yesterday,” she said.  “Are you interested in more overtime?  There’s as much as you can handle, this place needs your small arms.”  I knew this might sound like an insult to the layman, but she meant this as a compliment, and I knew that now.  It felt like I was adapting to this place.

“Of course, I can be here every day if you need me,” I said.

“Great,” she said.  Stop by after work, we’ll find something else to clean.”

I squeezed myself back between Alicia and Peggy and plugged away at work for a while.  A couple hours into my shift, I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

“Excuse me,” came Melanie’s high-pitched voice.

“What’s up Melanie?” Alicia asked.

“Doesn’t… um… doesn’t Johnny sit here?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, one sec,” Peggy said.  The two of them leaned to either side, revealing little old me between them.  I turned around in my chair and Melanie approached, bending forward to talk to me.

“Hey, want to have lunch with me today?  There was… um… there was something I wanted to ask you.”

“Sure!” I said.  “I’ll meet you downstairs?”

“Great!” she said.  “See you then.”  She happily hopped away.  Her cleavage was extra fluffy today, and when she bounced down the hallway it jumped up pleasantly.  I couldn’t help but get excited whenever she was around.

Out of nowhere, I heard Peggy speaking.  “Uhoh…”  It was rare she ever spoke to me, but I could tell it was in my direction.

“What’s up, Peggy?”

Alicia joined in.  “Weren’t you just on a date with Monica the other day?  You two aren’t dating are you?”

“I… I mean I’d like to keep it private but-”

“Melanie likes you, it’s totally obvious.  You’re gonna be honest with her, right?” asked Peggy.  She seemed much more stern than usual.

“I am not officially dating anyone!” I said.  I don’t know what I intended to prove by saying this, but I felt like I had to stick up for myself.  They saw me on a date with Monica, it wasn’t like I could pretend that didn’t happen.

“Just don’t be a douche, there’s plenty of those out there,” Alicia said with a bit of an attitude.  I knew I was in trouble now.  If they were right and she was about to ask me out on a date, I was going to be in quite the pickle.