Chapter 9: Midpoint
Kelly had finally done it. After weeks of indulging her cravings and eating everything in sight, she had achieved the goal she had set for herself: to have an even bigger butt than before. She beamed with pride as she sauntered through the office, feeling the full weight and curve of her hips. It was a struggle to fit into her chair, but she didn't mind. She was proud of her achievement.
"Kelly, you're never going to believe this," Pam exclaimed as she approached her friend's desk, holding up a piece of paper.
Kelly raised an eyebrow, her attention drawn away from the erotic romance novel she was secretly reading at work. "What's up?" she asked, taking the paper from Pam and scanning it quickly.
Pam grinned, her excitement radiating off her. "It looks like you've been mentioned in Hottie Magazine's" Hottest Butts in Scranton "list," she said, pointing at the paper.
Kelly gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "What?!" she exclaimed, scanning the list more closely. Sure enough, there she was, listed as number three on the "Hottest Butts in Scranton" list.
"Oh my god, Pam.
I can't believe it," Kelly said, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she read the list aloud. "Number three, Kelly Kapour. I was not expecting this at all."
Pam grinned, her eyes shining with pride. "I told you, girl. Your booty is legendary around these parts."
Kelly blushed, feeling a rush of embarrassment mixed with pride. She had always struggled with her body image, and the idea of being named one of the hottest butts in Scranton was both flattering and daunting.
"I had no idea that people saw me that way," Kelly murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Pam smiled, placing a comforting hand on Kelly's shoulder. "Of course they do, Kelly. You're gorgeous."
Kelly blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "Thanks, Pam. That means a lot."
Just then, Dwight walked up to their desks, holding a stack of paper. He caught sight of the Hottest Butts in Scranton list and his eyes narrowed in confusion.
"What's this?" he asked, picking up the paper and scanning it.
Kelly couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious as Dwight's gaze lingered on the list. She wondered what he was thinking, and if he was judging her for it.
But to her surprise, Dwight looked up at her with a newfound respect in his eyes. "I had no idea you were so well-regarded, Kelly," he said, his voice sincere. "This is quite an accomplishment."
Kelly blushed, feeling a rush of pride. "Thanks, Dwight," she said, her voice soft. "It's not something I ever expected, but I'm grateful for it."
Dwight nodded, handing the list back to Pam. "Well done, Kelly," he said before walking away.
Kelly beamed with pride, clutching the list in her hand. She couldn't believe it. She was ranked number three for having the biggest butt in Scranton, and the article even suggested that she could be number one if she was any bigger!
She couldn't wait to tell her friends. She knew that Pam would be thrilled for her, and Jim would probably make a sarcastic comment or two, but that was just his way of showing affection. And Darryl? Well, she knew he would have something special to say about her newly acquired title.
As she walked through the office, her hips swaying with every step, she couldn't help but feel empowered. She had always been self-conscious about her body, but now she felt like she had something to be proud of. She had always been told that she was too big, too curvy, too much.
And yet, here she was, ranking third on the list of "Scranton's Hottest Booties". The article went on to praise her abundance and called her a goddess of gluteal greatness.
Kelly couldn't believe it. She had never felt so proud and wanted before.
“Have you seen yourself in this picture" Pam exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. Kelly looked up from her desk and saw the magazine article lying on Pam's desk. Her heart raced as she scanned the article, her name and picture staring back at her.
She looked stunning in the photo, her backside taking up the majority of the frame. The article listed her as third in the top ten 'Hottest Booties in Scranton', a fact that she couldn't believe.
"Pam, I can't believe it," Kelly breathed, her hand trembling with excitement. "I'm in the top ten."
"I know, right?" Pam replied, a huge smile on her face. "But you should see the rest of the list.
There are some serious competitors on there," Pam said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Kelly snorted with laughter. "Yeah, like who? The Penguin Lady from the gym?"
Pam leaned in closer. "Actually, she's number nine. I'm not joking."
Kelly's eyes widened. "Shut up. No way!"
Pam nodded solemnly. "Way.
I gotta see this for myself."
Kelly jumped up from her chair and ran over to Pam's desk, her wide hips causing a slight waddle in her steps. She picked up the magazine and flipped through the pages, scanning for the 'Hottest Booties in Scranton' segment. Sure enough, there it was, right after the article about the newest energy-efficient office equipment.
She let out a shocked gasp as she saw the Penguin Lady from the gym listed as number nine. "I can't believe it!" Kelly exclaimed.
"Who would have thought that the Penguin Lady from the gym would be on the same list as me?"
Pam shrugged, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Apparently, a lot of people," she said. "You're not the only one who has noticed her impressive behind."
Kelly laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Well, I'll be dammed," she said. "I guess we all have something to be proud of, huh?"
Pam nodded, a proud smile on her face. "That's right," she said.
"And just think, if we all embraced our unique features instead of constantly trying to fit into society's narrow standards of beauty, the world would be a much more interesting place."
As Kelly and Pam continued to flip through the magazine, they couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment that only comes from seeing yourself represented in a positive and sexually attractive way. It was a feeling that Kelly never wanted to let go of.
She swayed her hips, feeling bold and unrestrained as she walked towards the conference room. Her newly expanded curves garnered admiring looks from her colleagues, and Darryl's eyes followed her every move.
Before the meeting, Kelly excused herself to the restroom. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, smiling at the sight of her voluptuous figure. She had never taken such pride in her appearance before, but now she reveled in it. Her self-confidence surged, and she felt like she could conquer anything.
Kelly took a pee in a bathroom stall. She stood up.
But as she reached for the restroom doorknob, she realized with a start that her hips were now wider than the stall door and she couldn’t fit through the opening. She tried again, wiggling her hips and twisting her waist, but it was no use. Her new butt was just too big to fit through the standard-sized door.
Panic rose in her chest, and she looked around frantically for another way out. But it was too late; she heard the conference room door open and footsteps approaching.
"Kelly, are you in there?" Pam's voice called out.
Kelly's heart raced. She couldn't believe this was happening. She looked around the stall, trying to find something she could use to break the door open. But all she saw was a roll of toilet paper and a dirty mop.
"Kelly?" Pam's voice came closer. "Are you okay?"
Kelly panicked. She couldn't let Pam see her like this, stuck in a bathroom stall with her pants around her ankles. She looked at the door again, trying to figure out a way to escape.
"Pam, I'm stuck in here," Kelly shouted, desperation in her voice.
Pam's footsteps paused outside the stall door. "What do you mean, you're stuck? Did you get locked in?"
Kelly sighed with relief at the sound of Pam's voice. At least she was here now and could help her. "No, my hips are too big to fit through the door. I can't open it."
She heard the sound of Pam's laughter outside the stall, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
But Pam was always there for her, no matter what, and Kelly knew that Pam wouldn't judge her for her current situation.
"Okay, just hold on a second," Pam said, trying to contain her laughter. "Let me see if I can find anything to help you out of there."
Kelly listened as Pam rummaged through her purse, looking for something to help. She heard the sound of a nail file being pulled out of its case and a screwdriver.
"Hold on, Kelly.
I'm going to try to remove the hinges on the door. It might take a minute."
Kelly took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene in front of the whole office, especially now that she had finally gained their respect and admiration.
As Pam worked on removing the door hinges, Kelly looked down at her pants, which were still around her ankles. She couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.
Who would have thought that having such a big booty would lead to getting stuck in a bathroom stall? But as she looked down at her round and voluptuous hips, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. This was the result of all her hard work and dedication to eating and gaining weight. She was proud of her body, and she wouldn't let this little setback ruin her day.
After what felt like an eternity, Pam finally managed to remove the door hinges and rescue Kelly from the bathroom stall.
Kelly let out a sigh of relief as she stood up, pulling her pants back up and adjusting them awkwardly.
"Thank you, Pam," Kelly said, her voice husky. She felt like a fool, stuck in the bathroom for what seemed like hours.
"No problem, Kelly," Pam said, smirking. "I've been in worse situations."
Pam gestured towards the conference room, where the meeting was still going on. "But we should get back to work. I'm sure everyone is dying to know what happened to me."
Kelly nodded, embarrassed.
I needed that," she said, her voice shaking. "I really thought I was going to be stuck in there forever." Pam giggled at her friend's silly predicament and helped Kelly straighten herself out. Once she was no longer flustered and embarrassed, the two friends made their way back to the conference room.
Dwight was already at the front of the room, droning on about some boring sales report.
Kelly sat nervously at her desk, twirling her hair around her finger and casting occasional glances at the office clock