Fat Office Chapter 2

I returned to my new apartment having had one of the weirdest days of my life.  I couldn’t even say it was a bad day.  Certainly, there were bad moments.  The embarrassment I felt during the lunch period would easily top my list of most cringeworthy moments of all time.  I found my door and pushed the key in, and as the perfect cherry on top of everything, the door wouldn’t open.  I kept jiggling, but nothing was happening.  A figure approached me from behind.

“Hey there, you must be the new neighbor,” came a man’s voice.

“That’s me,” I said, turning to see a gigantic man.  I was getting less and less surprised by the size of everyone.  He was definitely also obese, and tall.  He inserted his beefy body in between me and the door.

“Let me help you out with it.  These locks are kind of goofy.”  He managed to get it open, though how he did it was a mystery to me as he completely blocked my view.  He turned back to me and handed me the key.  “You gotta lift the door knob as you turn, it’s dumb I know.  Been that way for a while now.”

“Oh thanks!  You’re a life saver!” I said.  I felt like a child compared to him.

“Is that the new neighbor, Dan?” came a voice from inside his apartment that was steadily growing louder.  Another fat woman emerged from the double doors.  She had rollers in her hair and what looked like pajamas.

“It is, Honey,” he said, then turned back to me.  “I’m Dan, and this is Shelly.”  He held out his hand.

I put my key in my pocket.  “Johnny,” I said, shaking back.

“Hey, be careful out here, Johnny,” he said.  He looked like a nice guy, and he had a caring voice.  “You seem kinda small, and a lot of people around here might not notice you and squash you.”

“Look at his little twig legs, Dan, he’d be a sitting duck,” added Shelly unnecessarily.  That didn’t feel great, but he already knew it was the truth.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.  Have a good night!  And thanks again for the help!” I said, opening my door.

“Any time, neighbor,” called back Dan.  “Holler if you need anything!”

I closed the door behind me and plopped into bed, where I tossed and turned thinking about the confusing mess that was now my life.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt refreshed and positive.  Today couldn’t be any worse than yesterday.  And it wasn’t even all that bad anyways.  So I ran into another woman and accidentally touched her breasts?  It was an accident, everyone could tell that.  How bad could it be?

“I have received a report of an incident that happened yesterday,” Debra said in a stern voice.  She had called me into her office as soon as I arrived.  Today she was wearing a very revealing dress with straps that left a lot of cleavage falling out.  I was struggling not to look at it, but every instinct in my animal brain was going wild.  

“Oh,” I said.

“Care to explain why Rachel from accounting says you felt her up yesterday?”

“I… It was an accident… I promise!” I said, trying my best.  I was being truthful.  I was now fighting for my job on my second day at work.

Debra walked up to the window of her office and closed the blinds.  Her massive rear end stuck out of her dress like two bus tires.  When she was confident nobody could hear or see them, she turned back to face me, her breasts bobbing up and down as she did.  She took a seat on her desk and faced me, now towering over me, her fat legs crossed.  Leaning forward just a bit, her breasts now stretched in front of my field of view, forcing me to crane my head up to look at her face.  I didn’t want to be accused of any more sexual related deviances.  I was already in trouble enough as it is.

“Look, Johnny,” she said to me, taking a deep breath.  “The girls have been talking about you.  They aren’t used to someone so… let’s say exotic.”  I didn’t expect that.  What did she mean by exotic?  “Now I know you’re going to have a lot of temptations here.  Lots of single girls around, and some not single girls too.  And let’s face it, you’re probably a little curious as well.  I get it, I do.”

I tried speaking up, but she rested her hand on my chin and held my jaw in place.  I was surprised by her strength.

“Even I look at a man like you and…” she stopped but seemed to figure out a different route.  “But try to keep in mind this is a place of business.  I can’t stop you from doing whatever it is you want to do relationship wise, but I can’t let you disrupt the workplace, is that clear honey?”  Her eyes were now very sincere.

I nodded back.

“Thank you, honey,” she replied.  “Now please go upstairs to her desk and apologize for your mistake from yesterday, then come back to your seat and finish your training modules.  You’re doing well, and I can tell you’re going to be a great fit here.”

I left her office, and I could tell she was staring at me as I left.  What did she mean when she said she looked at a man like me?  This day was shaping up to be even weirder than yesterday, which I had not planned for.  After a mild heart attack where I thought I was losing my job, I now had to apologize for my accident yesterday.  I supposed that was fair, even though I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, obviously.  But I could see it from her side, so I swallowed my pride and headed upstairs.

I found a desk with the nametag Rachel, and sure enough, there was a gigantic woman in the chair facing the computer.  There was another worker next to her named Monica, who was similarly large (as was everyone here).  I felt embarrassed to have to do this in front of other people, but I needed this job and was willing to feel the burn if it meant I would keep my employment.

“Excuse me… Rachel?” I said nervously.

She turned around in her chair.  My jaw almost hit the floor.  She was wearing an incredibly low cut dress, where I could see just about a mile of cleavage.  I pretended not to notice and tried desperately to stare into her brown eyes.  Just focus there, at her eyes.  “Oh, hey,” she said.  “This is the guy…” she muttered to Monica, who also turned.  She was similarly huge, though she was wearing a shirt that covered everything.  It was hard to hide breasts of that magnitude, and they still bounced like beach balls up and down on her already massive frame.  I was now staring at two massive breasted women, about to make an embarrassing apology.  My life had taken some kind of turn.

“Hey yeah…” I stumbled.  “I just came up here to say I’m sorry for yesterday.  I wasn’t looking where I was going and I bumped into you and it was all my fault.  It was terrible, it was inappropriate, I’m sorry.”

She looked into my eyes, and a big smile formed on her face.  She looked like a spider with a fly in her web.  “You know, the way you rubbed against my breasts, it’s like you liked me or something.”

“Yeah, so sorry about that,” I said, trying not to sound desperate.  “Again, huge accident, couldn’t be more sorry.”

She got up off of her chair and moved in closer, to where now her enormous breasts were right in my face.  I was stunned and didn’t want to move; I was at her mercy.  I was supposed to be apologizing, so it felt wrong to turn away.  I just stood in the shadow of her bosom, and I took a big gulp.  “Your hands were like this,” she said, and she took hold of my hands and guided them to her chest, and with one swift motion, plopped them on.  Her big breasts were so warm and soft, I couldn’t believe what was going on.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Monica was snickering.

“I am so sorry…” I said, now starting to panic.

She held my hands on her breasts for what seemed like a lifetime.  She was clearly enjoying every second of this.  “So you can see how I might get the impression you liked me right?”  I nodded helplessly, not taking my eyes off of hers.  “Then I’ll need some convincing that you’re not trying to be romantically involved with me, as I am a married woman.”  She paused for a moment, pretending to think.  Then she let go of my hands and put her finger in the air like she just had an idea.  I quickly returned my hands to my side.  “I think I got it!” she exclaimed.  She turned to Monica.  “You’re single, right Monica?”

“Why yes I am!” she said.

“And you’re looking to date someone that isn’t me… right?” she asked rather forcefully towards me.

I nodded.

“Then,” she said.  She grabbed me by my waist and moved me towards Monica, who stood up.  By the time I realized what had happened, Rachel was behind me holding my waist with both hands so I couldn’t get away, and Monica’s chest was inches from my face, hiding away not so subtly in a gray shirt that looked like it was about to rip.  My eyes were glued forward at them, I couldn’t help it with all this insanity.  “Why don’t you date Monica?”

“Oh, Rachel, that's a great idea!” exclaimed Monica, who gave a little bounce that left me mesmerized.

Rachel pulled me into her chest, the back of my face resting in her cleavage.  “So what do you say, Johnny?”

I didn’t feel like I had a choice in the matter.  “Um… yeah of course… sounds great…” I said, trying to sound positive.

“Wonderful!” Monica said.  She opened her arms and embraced me in a big hug, mashing my face into her giant breasts.  It was like a huge pillow on my face.  “Meet me at Duckies at seven.  Dress casual!”

I walked away and headed downstairs, and I could hear them giggling like little school girls all the while.  I was just pressured into dating one of these women, and I felt so trapped and weak.  They could push me around, both physically and through the work hierarchy, and there was nothing I could do about it.  I headed for the breakroom to get some coffee.  I could already tell today was going to be rough and I needed some kind of pick me up.

Unfortunately, when i entered the breakroom, it was crowded.  And by crowded, I mean there were two people in there:  Alicia and Peggy.  They were having another discussion about restaurants, because when were they not?  I couldn’t even make it close to the coffee machine, I couldn’t get around Alicia’s gigantic wide ass.

“Excuse me,” I said.  She didn’t notice me.  I made a few extra noises, but she didn’t budge.  It’s like some people here barely knew I existed.  I was a ghost!  A skinny, light, tiny ghost that couldn’t hurt anybody.  Today was shaping up to be worse than yesterday.  I gave up.  No coffee was worth this.

I returned to my desk, where I was actually able to sit down thanks to the girls taking over the coffee machine, and began working on my modules.  The training actually felt good; at least I wasn’t getting pushed around, or outright ignored.  I was just a worker ant learning how to be a better worker ant.  I could do this all day, it was surviving in this environment that was the true struggle.

Out of nowhere, my IM popped up.

HEY JOHNNY!

It was from Melanie, the girl I met yesterday in the break room.

HI MELANIE

I SAW YOUR ACCIDENT YESTERDAY, ARE YOU OKAY?

I couldn’t have been more embarrassed.  This must have gotten around everywhere, and since it was in the lunchroom, most of the workers here probably saw it first hand anyways.  I felt like I would never live this down.  Time to put on a brave face and try to kick this one to the curb.  Maybe if I played it cool it would just blow over.

YEAH I’M FINE.  JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE RIGHT LOL

LOL…WELL IM GLAD YOURE OKAY.  IT LOOKED LIKE A NASTY SPILL.  YOU NEED TO BE MORE CAREFUL!

MAYBE!  SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE PEOPLE HERE DON’T NOTICE ME.  MAYBE I’M TOO SMALL?

I  NOTICED YOU!

I THINK I NEED TO INVEST IN SOME BODY ARMOR BEFORE I GET RUN OVER AGAIN LOL.

YOU JUST NEED A GOOD BODYGUARD!  I’LL WATCH YOUR BACK!

She then sent a winking emoji.  I could tell she was a good person, and I was glad I had someone like her backing me up.