Chapter 1: Introduction
Samantha's fingers danced over the keyboard, her eyes scanning the computer screen in front of her. She was new to the office, having started just a month ago, and she was still getting the hang of things. But she had to admit, she was enjoying the job so far. Especially the free snacks. Her eyes flicked to the pantry, where a bowl of candy sat tantalizingly within reach. Her stomach rumbled, and she couldn't help but lick her lips. She was always hungry.
Her coworkers had noticed her appetite too. Some of them gave her odd looks when she'd grab a second or third doughnut at the morning meeting.
But one person seemed to be taking more than a passing interest in her eating habits. Mark, the tall, muscular guy from across the aisle, always seemed to be watching her. She caught him once, his eyes lingering on her as she stuffed a handful of chips into her mouth. He didn't look disgusted, though. If anything, he looked... interested.
She raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips as she crunched loudly on the chips. He quickly looked away, a faint blush creeping up his neck, but not before she caught the hint of a smile on his face.
That was the moment Samantha realized Mark was different. He wasn't repulsed by her size or her appetite. In fact, it seemed like he found it...intriguing. She couldn't help but feel a spark of something between them. It was a strange feeling, one she hadn't experienced before. But it was exciting, and she found herself looking forward to their brief interactions throughout the day.
She even started timing her snack breaks to coincide with his.
One afternoon, as she was grabbing a soda from the fridge, she felt a presence behind her. She turned to see Mark, his tall frame leaning against the counter, watching her with those curious eyes.
"You really put away the food, don't you?" he said, a playful smirk on his face.
Samantha rolled her eyes, but she was smiling too. "I guess I just have a healthy appetite."
He chuckled, his gaze drifting down to her ample chest. "Healthy is one word for it," he murmured, before catching himself.
He straightened up, clearing his throat. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with that. Everyone's got their vices, right?" He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a lower register. "Mine just happens to be... watching you enjoy yours."
Samantha's breath hitched. She felt a flush creeping up her neck, but she held his gaze, a challenge in her eyes. "Watching me, huh?" She shifted her weight, her large body moving with a comforting solidness. "That's kind of weird, isn't it?"
Mark's smile widened, and he leaned in a little closer. "Maybe.
But I can't seem to help myself." Mark's voice was a low rumble, his eyes never leaving hers. Samantha licked her lips, a nervous habit she hardly noticed anymore, as she bit into a glazed donut she had grabbed from the pantry on her way over. She chewed slowly, the sugar melting on her tongue, her eyes locked with Mark's. She saw his gaze flick down to her mouth, watching her eat with an intensity that made her heart race. She swallowed and waited for his next words, a sense of anticipation building between them.
Mark took a step back, breaking the moment, and ran a hand through his hair. "I should... I should get back to work," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "You should too." He gave her a small smile, a hint of regret in his eyes, before turning and walking away.
Samantha watched him go, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She sighed, turning back to the fridge to grab another soda, her eyes falling on the snacks. She was already 70 pounds heavier since she started working here, her body growing rounder and softer with each passing day. Her clothes were starting to feel tight, her reflection in the mirror a stranger with each passing month. But she couldn't seem to stop herself, her appetite growing as her body did. She was eating more and more, her body craving the food like a drug. , her body reaching 220 pounds.
Mark always seemed to be looking at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes. She could feel his gaze on her as she passed his desk, her body waddling a little more each day. She was now up to 220 pounds, her weight gain accelerating with each passing month. She had gained 20 pounds in the first month, 20 in the second, and a staggering 30 in the third. Her clothes were now completely inadequate, and she had to start buying plus-sized outfits, her body spilling over the edges of her chair.
One day, Mark found her struggling to squeeze into her old desk chair, her cheeks flushed with exertion. He stood up, his chair rolling back with a soft whoosh, and walked over to her. "Need some help?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
Samantha hesitated, her cheeks reddening further. She knew she should refuse, she should wave him off and struggle on her own. But there was a warmth in his voice, a concern in his eyes that made her want to accept. Besides, she was tired of always having to do everything on her own. She nodded, "Yes, please."
Mark stepped closer, his hands reaching out to grip her upper arms. She felt a jolt at his touch, her body tensing slightly. He seemed to notice, his grip softening as he said, "Don't worry, I've got you."
With a gentle tug, he helped her to her feet, his hands lingering on her arms for a moment longer than necessary. She could feel the heat of his touch through her blouse, her body responding in a way it hadn't in a long time.
She looked up at him, her breath hitching as his hands lingered on her arms, her weight now a staggering 250 pounds. She had grown so much in the last year, her body a constant work in progress. She had passed 200 pounds at the six-month mark, her body soft and round, her clothes struggling to contain her. She had then hit 220, her weight gain slowing down, but still steady. She was now at 250, her body a testament to her insatiable appetite.
Mark's eyes were on her, his gaze soft and concerned. "You're getting bigger," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to disturb the moment.
Samantha nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I am.
It's getting harder to ignore, isn't it?" Samantha said, her voice barely a whisper. She looked up at Mark, her large, round face framed by her thick, dark hair. She could feel the heat of his hands on her arms, the gentle way he was holding her sending shivers down her spine. She hadn't felt this way in a long time, this fragile, this vulnerable. But she also felt safe, with Mark here, holding her, looking at her with such intensity in his eyes.
Mark's grip on her arms tightened slightly, his eyes dropping to her mouth. "It's not something I could ignore if I tried," he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. He looked back up at her, his gaze locked with hers. "I like watching you grow, Samantha.
You're like... a work of art, constantly evolving," Mark whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Samantha blushed, looking away, her cheeks burning like embers. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never been complimented like this before, never had someone find her growth attractive. It was overwhelming, and she didn't know how to respond.
She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "You're... you're crazy, you know that?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body still tingling from his touch. She was determined to play it off, to make light of the situation. After all, this was all just a joke, right? A harmless flirtation between coworkers.
Mark chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers down her spine.
But it's not something I can just turn off." His gaze flicked to her plate, where a half-eaten sandwich and a bag of chips sat untouched. "You're not planning on stopping anytime soon, are you?"
Samantha looked down at her plate, her cheeks flushing pink. She had been so wrapped up in their conversation that she had forgotten about her lunch. She picked up the sandwich, her mouth watering at the sight of the thick layers of meat and cheese. She took a big bite, the flavors exploding in her mouth. "Nope," she mumbled, her mouth full. She chewed slowly, savoring the taste, her eyes never leaving Mark's. He watched her, his expression a mix of amusement and something else she couldn't quite place. She swallowed and continued, "I can't help it. I love food.
I can't help it, and I don't want to. Every day at lunch, I'd find myself at the pantry, grabbing more than my fair share. Mark would watch me, his eyes lingering on my plate, on my hands as I stuffed my face. I could see the fascination in his gaze, and it only spurred me on. I'd eat more, grow more, and with each passing day, I'd feel a thrill at the sight of his stare.
In what felt like no time at all, I was hitting new heights. My clothes were stretched to their limits, my body spilling over in every direction. I was now a staggering 330 pounds, my growth showing no signs of slowing down. My cheeks were round and full, my arms heavy, my belly a soft, round cushion.