A BIG Job - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Angela didn’t like the way things went. Why did Gertrude get the extra boost? 

Why her? Angela was prettier, she was younger, she was hotter! Angela should´ve been the one who grew more!

This morning, Gertrude was a bit late to the office. Not late, she arrived in time, only that not thirty minutes earlier as she usually does. She arrived barely five minutes earlier, which was a few minutes later than Angela’s usual arrival.

By the time Gertrude arrived, Angela was already sitting behind the counter, giving her eyelashes one last touch and checking on her lipstick. As Angela turns, she can see Gertrude’s new looks. She had to hold back her anger, her dislike towards her.

Before, Gertrude was just the chubby lady at the office. Short, round, a mature woman who wouldn’t be noticed next to her. But now, Gertrude seems like a menace to that.

Gertrude walked into the office, looking taller, a certain glow on her, one that Angela should be having right now. Her body seems so different, her waist seems to be trimming down, making her hips look sexier and her boobs look so much better. A sexy accentuation on her rounder-looking bosom.

“Good morning, Gertie…” Angela said, pretending not to be upset.

“Oh, good morning, Angela.” Gertrude smiled as she turned at her. She seems distracted, concerned, what’s going on in Gertie’s mind? Angela wonders.

“You’re a bit later than usual, is there anything wrong? You seem sort of… distracted.” she was truly hoping there were side effects for her sudden growth.

“Yeah, it’s just… I couldn’t find something that fits. I mean, that fits nicely. You know, this is kind of… like losing weight. All of my clothes are baggy. Except on the top, you know. My boobs… they are bigger, which is nothing that should happen with weight loss, right? Haha.” Gertrude giggled as she clocked in.

Angela smiled and even pretended to laugh at her joke, but she was not happy. Lose weight and have bigger boobs? It’s not like Angela struggles with her weight, she’s got a sexy body, she knows. But there’s one thing she does mind, the boob-size.

As she looks at Gertrude, she can’t help but to compare herself with the former fat lady. She’s more a plus-size woman now, curvy even. Her body’s acquiring such curves that look hot rather than just chubby. She’s looking more aesthetic, more curvaceous, toned even!

Gertrude doesn’t work out! She can’t look fit! That’s what Angela thinks, but she should keep in mind that this is not something natural. These changes, even the ones on her, are not logical or common.

Now, she can tell Gertrude’s still thicker than her, chubbier than her. Anyone would pick Angela as the hot lady and not the overweight Gertie, however… there’s some doubt now.

Angela was so paranoid that she couldn't help but to search online, do people like curvier women? Curves, sure, but what about fat? Women with a belly, women who are overweight, who carry noticeable extra-pounds. Turns out, people do.

And people might have always done so, but Angela has always considered herself sexier than women with some more meat in their bones, but now, she’s not so sure. And the thing that bothers her the most is, Gertie’s boobs are bigger than hers!!!

Her boobs look bigger, definitely. The way they bounce as she walks, it’s kind of captivating. So much that it’s annoying!

Angela was not good at sharing, she was not good at admitting someone was hotter, and she was obviously mad when someone “beneath” her in terms of beauty starts to look better than she does!

Now, it was time to pay attention to what she’s saying, she’s been lost in her thoughts for too long. Gertrude was saying something about bigger bras and lost shirts?

“None of my shirts are fitting as I would like. They are so loose on the waist, and… tight on the chest. So I had to tuck them in, oh and I found some pants that I haven’t been able to wear in decades! It’s a bit strange that, now that I feel slimmer, by butt and thighs seem to fill them out more? Oh well, let’s just blame it all in our expansion, right?” Gertrude was so friendly when talking, and Angela was way too bitter to feel happy for her.

She’s looking better than ever. No baggy sweater on her, her blouse is tucked so that you can see her slimmer waist, and her bosom seems to be trying to escape her top through the open buttons. Her pants look nice too, her thighs are juicy and firmer looking, and as she walks past the counter, she can see a big, tight butt filling out those jeans.

“Yeah, things happen…” Angela replied.

“I know, and, this is kind of odd, but we’re the same height, right? I mean, I can see you at eye-level now, isn’t that funny?” Gertrude added right before she opened the door into the office.

“Yeah, so… so odd…” Angela hates that. Why did she have to mention it?

Gertrude was not trying to be mean about it, she was not trying to brag, she was just saying things as she felt them. Both of them stand now at 5´10”, a woman who used to be noticeably shorter than her was now as tall as she was.

This doesn’t feel fair, this doesn’t feel nice. This makes Angela so angry. And this gets her thinking, wondering, wanting to change. She can get ahead of Gertrude, for sure!

—

Over the next few days, this couldn’t get out of her head. Angela couldn’t help the thoughts of envy and anger.

The other night, she even had a nightmare. She was speaking while sleeping and her words were saying something like: “No! Gertrude can´t be taller than me! She can't be hotter than me! She’s fat! She was the fat lady at the office! There’s no way people want that instead of sexy me!” And what if?

As a consequence, she had another dream. What if being bigger was what’s new? What if people want an overweight woman over an hourglass, sexy lady like her?

Gertrude would walk into the office, 5´10”? 6´? Doesn’t matter! She was hotter than the last time she saw her! She would greet Miranda, and they would start to talk.

Then, they will both hear some stomps approaching. stomp STOMP STOMP!!!

Suddenly, Angela walks into the room.

“Well, well, well, how are you two tinies doing?” How can you be hotter than the plus size lady? Become even bigger!

Angela would walk in, her legs so massive they brush against each other as she walks, her butt so massive it quakes when she walks, her boobs so gigantic her top can barely contain them, in a way that it’s barely decent!

Angela would walk in, but not as thin as she was, with not such trimmed, delightful curves. She’d walk in being enormous! Not just thick, not just plump, being fat! Her boobs bounce, but there was also a belly bouncing beneath them, a big belly that seems to escape her top.

“Everyone likes bigger ladies these days, right, tinies?” She´s brag about it. Standing somewhere above 6´3”, and weighing so much she just broke every scale there was.

This was her dream, right? No one will think Gertrude’s bigger, right? Angela’s much bigger, she’ll catch more eyes with her body as she makes her way out. Right? Right?!

“No!!!” This was not what she wanted, this was not a dream of hers, this was a nightmare! She woke up, covered in cold sweat.

Too much overthinking and too much time online had messed up with her thinking. Every body’s beautiful, yes, but you should not envy another one.

She ran her hands over her body, still the same cup-size, still the same hips, still a trimmed waist.

“Why would I ever want to be that big? I’ll be fine, only being hotter than Gertie…” So much comparisons is kind of traumatizing her.

But, why Gertie? Why is she the one she envies the most? Why not the boss? She’s way taller, way bigger, why not compare with her? Simple, she was already much bigger, her whole body was way more captivating, it was kind of impossible, right?

Soon, she had an idea, how about outgrowing the boss? How about outgrowing the 6´6” curvaceous amazon of the boss? Angela’s 5’10”, she’s not too far from her, right?

“I’ll set a new goal. Gertie’s just whatever, I should aim higher.” She’s way too annoyed by her reaching her size, this is some sort of revenge now, even when Gertrude didn’t do a thing to her in the first place.

To Angela, this was more like a competition rather than anything else. And now, she needs to be on the first place.

—

“Hello, Ron.” She said as Ron was walking out of the office.

“Angela? Hi… what are you doing here?” Ron was on his way back home, he was always leaving earlier than the rest, as his schedule says. But, this time, Angela was out earlier.

“I wasn’t feeling so good. I got a bit of a headache.” She lied.

“That doesn’t sound nice, are you ok?” he asked, concerned and leaving his tiredness aside. He could only make it back home without falling asleep, and he was already feeling slumber.

“I am, but… I feel kind of dizzy, wanna join me on my way home? I could use some company.” she said, pretending to be a damsel in distress.

“Sure! Uhm… do we need to take a cab? Should I call one?” He asked.

“No need to, let’s take my car.” she said.

“O…key. Do you want me to drive?” he asked, it’ll make sense if she can’t drive, right? 

“No, it’ll be faster if I drive us.” she wants to take him to her place as soon as possible, afraid he´ll fall asleep on her again.

“But, you said you were dizzy…?” he said.

“I can drive just fine! Come on, I… don’t you want to join me?” the faster things go, the less she’ll have to explain.

Angela asked the boss if she could leave a little earlier. This was the first time she’s done it, it’s not like she’s busy, most of the time she’s just sitting there. And very few people come to the office. If five people per week, out of the ones already working there, cross the front door, then that’s way too many.

In the end, Ron agreed. He wanted to be a nice guy, plus, Angela was hot!

Her body, what was she doing at the gym? She looks amazing!

Was she bulking? Her thighs look massive! And her bosom, her boobs are filling out that top more, right? She wore it about two weeks ago, or some time like that ago, and the top was not stretching as much as it did right now.

Why would he deny the hottie at the office what she wants? Aside of being a tanned-skin goddess, with captivating eyes, she needs a favor, she’s light-headed, or dizzy, not feeling well at least; he’d be a jerk if he said no, right?

—

Within half-an-hour, they were at her place.

It was a long trip, she was afraid he’d fall asleep. She snapped her fingers at him twice, he was taking too much time to blink, it was suspicious.

She was unsure if she could drag him in, they were technically the same height. The boss explained he was 5´11”, that’s just an inch taller than her, and she’s fit, he’s thin, she can carry him in, right?

But there was no need.

“So… do you need to sleep? Now that we’re here… would you like me to… help you lie down on the couch?” She doesn’t seem ill, no headache whatsoever, she looks normal to him. Why was he here then?

He’s not dumb, she wants something, and he can almost smell it.

“Lie down? Sure, why don’t you help me… to bed?” her tone was spicy with her last words.

A few seconds later and they were at her bedroom, he’s been here before, asleep but he can recall the room. It looks different with so much daylight still, but he can recall the room.

“Ok… now?” he was talking too much, Angela doesn´t need him to ask any questions.

She turned to him and kissed him deeply. His eyes were shot open and then, as he feels the lustful calmness take control, he closed them.

Is he being used? He doesn't know this, but Angela doesn't have feelings for him. If anything, this is just to make herself bigger, taller, sexier! The question is, how much size does she want?

—

A few words are echoing inside Angela’s mind. Ron should not suspect the growth. He shouldn’t even notice his own size-change. Things should be discrete.

But how discrete can she be now that she’s on top of him? She dragged him to the bed and slowly drove his body to the mattress. He was intoxicated by her aroma, distracted by her touch and lost in her body.

She’s so thick, she feels so sensuously plump. She feels bigger, why? He can't really think about it too much, the woman kissing him deeply is not giving him that much of a break. Besides, she’s taking her top off.

“You know, I’ve been so lonely lately…” she started.

“You… have?” he asked.

“Mhmm, so lonely and so not-lonely. So many guys, but no one´s my type.” she started.

“And… what’s your type?” he asked, his eyes locked on her boobs as the blouse came off.

“Well… I don’t know. But, I guess, whoever can make me feel good. Do you think… you can make me feel good?” she purred.

He nodded, he nodded rapidly.

Ron has been sort of… rejected at the office. Gertrude doesn’t seem to want to talk to him anymore, she’s been acting distant. And Miranda has been her usual distant self. None of his co-workers chatted with him after the incident.

But now, Angela has opened a door to him. He thought he was going to need to quit after this, who’d want to talk to the guy who woke up naked in the lunch-room? Well… Angela does.

Maybe she had no headache and she just wanted to hang out with him? Find out if he was actually good as a lover? Or, just maybe, Gertrude did say some good things about him and now Angela wants to have a taste?

He thought his chances with Angela were ruined after he fell asleep in her bed, in fact he’s been falling asleep a lot around sex time. Is it a coincidence or something he should keep an eye on?

It doesn’t really matter why or how, but this was his chance for redemption. This time, he’s going to give Angela what he should have the other time.

And a quick question that came to him was, is his development going to result in more attention from the ladies? Was Angela going to spread the word?

—

The kissing, the touching, he was hot, he could feel his heart pounding and sweat over his forehead.

There’s something he can’t help, a thought that cannot escape his mind, he needs to touch her butt.

Angela’s big, firm, peach-shaped butt. If he had to rank butt’s at the office, Angela’s would be number one on that list. Not that there’s a ton of ladies there, but this is a good way to say she’s got a juicy peach.

His hands made their way to her butt as she was sitting on his lap. He shook when his hands squeezed her glutes as if he was kneading some dough. He was firm, he was massaging it, he could feel the perfect mix of soft and firm in his hands.

“Mmm, oh I like those hands on my butt. Keep going…” she purred.

Of course he’ll continue, he was a fool to her body. Angela was just saying sexy stuff to try and make him harder, she could feel his member already poking her down there, she was just wondering if the harder he gets the taller she’ll get.

This was mean, she was just using him, but she doesn't feel like it’s a bad thing. In the end, he’s getting a reward, right? He’ll have sex with the hottest woman at the office. Gertrude’s too thick, Mrs. Casswell is too tall, and Miranda’s kind of average; that’s what Angela thinks. She considers herself the bombshell at the office, the hottie, the sexy one.

And now, she'd like her sexy body to be even bigger! Thicker! Sexier!

Angela has been working on her body for as long as she can remember. And this implies a lot of sacrifice.

To cut off on sweets, keep a track on calories, work out in order to maintain her weight and also to thicken her sexy parts. To mold her body and build a sexy physique, that’s what she’s done, but it was a bit exhausting.

Now there’s a chance to have the body of a muse with much less maintenance. Less calorie tracking, less working out, and less worries. Wouldn’t it be good to do whatever and still become a sexy muse? A taller one? She’s always wanted to be a few inches taller, but now, her goal has changed.

How about becoming one of the tallest hotties in the world? For everyone to look up to her and be immediately overwhelmed by her beauty. To have their breath be taken away by her looks.

A muse, a beauty, a goddess! That’s Angela’s goal, her new goal. Mrs. Casswell seems to be happy with her size, why wouldn’t she want to be as tall? Her goal has changed, and now, she wants more! And Ron's going to help her with her new goal.