Candy Crush - Part 9

‘Why is this chair so small?’ Fujiko thought as she sat in the office, tucking into a fresh bag of candy. What Fujiko didn’t realize is that it wasn’t the chair that was small, but her butt that was big.

“Fujiko, time to take some video, get over here.” Tamiko directed her, only getting a disgruntled moan in response.

“Can it wait? I just opened a bag of chocolate covered pretzels, they are like my new favorite.” Fujiko pleaded.

“No, I need you here now. Plus we were already late coming in today since you were moving so slowly this morning.” Tamiko sounded mildly frustrated.

“Well that wasn’t my fault. My shower is so cramped. Can’t we afford to get me a newer apartment? Like I thought with all this press we were raking in the money.”

‘Not when all that extra money is going to new clothes and take out dinner every night.’ Tamiko thought to herself. “Well if we don’t work we don’t make money, so over here on the double.”

Fujiko finally relented, freeing her wide hips from the narrow arms of the office chair. “Ok here is the new outfit that arrived today.” Tamiko finally happy that Fujiko was cooperating, and that she brought her snack with her. She handed Fujiko the rainbow skirt and pastel tank top for today's office photo shoot, but Fujiko was a bit skeptical. That skirt looked awfully short, not to mention small. “Don’t worry, I know it will fit, just try it on.” Tamiko, noticing Fujiko hesitation, reassured her.

Fujiko had taken to wearing only stretch pants and loose tops to aid in comfortably clothing her inflated physique. It also helped her hide her enlarged features, something Fujiko was happy to easily disguise, as it helped her stay in denial a bit longer about her weight problem. But when it came to work it seemed Tamiko only picked out the smallest, shortest, most revealing clothes possible. She knew at work she had to follow along with the Sanji’s Sweet Shop peppy image, but she’d be happier if a bit less of her skin was on display.

Fujiko dropped her stretch pants, leaving her bottom only covered by underwear. Fujiko had gotten so comfortable with Tamiko, undressing down to her underwear was nothing new. Same for Tamiko, she had gotten so used to seeing Fujiko’s thick pale fleshy legs that they no longer phased her, but that didn’t stop her from oogling them. The raven haired beauties formerly rail thin legs were long gone. Weeks and months of binging candy had added supple layers to the now thick thighs. So thick they touched nearly to the knee, but had still remained silky smooth in the absence of cellulite.

Without pants Tamiko could see that Fujiko’s panties were clinging on for dear life. Her thighs were not the only thick thing down there, her booty had also widened immensely. So much so that her current black underwear looked like it could snap were it to experience any more pressure. The black fabric was also pulled so taut it was starting to look gray and translucent.

*SQUEEZE* Tamiko gave Fujiko a nice squeeze on her behind, getting a handful of the generous flesh. “Let's get this plush money maker moving, huh?” Tamiko commented. Fujiko had gotten used to Tamiko’s comments and overly handsy personality, as it had only become more constant as they spent more time together. Tamiko was constantly grabbing or slapping her co-workers butt, and saying stuff like “Eat up, gotta keep that booty fulled.” Or “Park that wide load over here, I need some more content for the socials.” Fujiko did whatever Tamiko told her, without Tamiko she would be completely clueless.

Fujiko changed into the provided skirt, which was so tight she had to fasten it under her now fleshy belly and let it hang over the waistband. Throwing off her loose top and throwing on the tank top didn’t help hide any excess pounds that had quickly crept on Fujiko’s body as of late. Not long enough to cover her belly, even her muffin top and love handles remained exposed. This was nothing new when it came to promoting Sanji’s Sweet Shop, the youthful and playful look was all there like the marketing campaign was shooting for, Fujiko’s flab was just becoming more and more of the picture as time went on.

“Ok time to sell some popcorn.” Tamiko said, handing her model a container overflowing with the treat. Tamiko took out her phone and started filming. Starting with Fujiko’s feet, she panned up her knee high socks, lingering on her thick thighs, zooming out to get her entire round belly in the shot. Finally the camera was high enough to focus on Fujiko’s face, while she seductively popped kernels of corn into her mouth, her dark hair draped over both her shoulders.

“Oh hi.” Fujiko addressed the camera, and therefore the audience. “Have you tried Mr. Sanji’s new caramel covered popcorn?” She popped another few pieces in her mouth. “Well I have and I’m addicted.” She said with a rub of her belly. “Why don’t you come down to Sanji’s Sweet shop and maybe we can share some together.” Fujiko stuffed a fist full into her mouth with a moan before Tamiko cut the camera.

“That was perfect.” Tamiko cheered, Fujiko continuing to empty the container unphased. “Now once I upload this we can head down to the Sweet Shop on Main street so you can mingle with the customers and enjoy some free samples.

“You mean hand out free samples?” Fujiko asked, looking to correct her assistant.

“Yeah… same thing.” Tamiko played off.