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16. office AU setting!

16. office AU setting.

Graduation into full time work for Chihiro should have meant the flowering of his programming talents to their best application. It should have meant the transformation of his accomplishments from virtuosic tricks to the actual improvement of the lives of others. It should have been, but that didn't happen.

That wasn't so bad, though!

To tell the truth, Chihiro didn't like the idea of starting his own business. He wanted to do something he was good at--work on projects, not lead or direct them.

He also didn't necessarily want to work on anything important in a team environment. Chihiro obviously wasn't conflict prone, but he didn't want to take instructions from someone he almost certainly knew better than. This meant that if Chihiro was doing anything important, he would do it on his own at his own pace.

Yet bills still had to be paid.

So it came to be that Chihiro took an entry level position. Something undemanding. A job like that in software where Chihiro lived was like a unicorn, but he didn't necessarily appreciate that aspect. What he appreciated was that he could have his own cubicle, work there all day, and then go back to his own apartment with his own work. He was very busy, but much of it was thankfully confined to a routine.

Thankfully.

Like he was wherever he went, he was beloved in his office. As such, he was frequently left sweets and snacks at his desk by doting coworkers. Chihiro didn't realize that this was actually a curse, like his day job itself. Not literally, of course, but figuratively. Office workers are like ants in the sense that they crowd around large accumulations of sugar and food. They're like bees in the way they proliferate sweets among their surroundings.

Chihiro, the delicate flower he was, never stood a chance against their attentions.

Every day would alternate between some occasion, no matter how obscure, or a "just because." All sufficient excuses to leave treats and offerings at Chihiro's otherwise sparse workspace. He would graciously accept all of them, and eat them too. He was ignorant of an important principle: one can accept food but not eat the whole thing.

One does not grow fat on treats alone. A whole hour of lunch was probably too much for Chihiro. Eager to participate a little bit with his coworkers, but a little unimaginative, he would go out to lunch at any of the local cafes and fast food places every. Single. Day. That is what really adds up.

Replacing clothes was one thing. The move to XS to S felt natural, even something to be proud of for one who had a complicated relationship with his own petite stature. S to M, normal enough. M to L, a little bit disconcerting. Then the X's came back. Not only that, they started to multiply. That's when Chihiro truly became concerned. Yet the treats didn't slow down, neither did the lunches.

The fruits of all this came on a day like any other. Chihiro rolled out of bed to the sound of his alarm, dangling his pudgy legs over the edge to collect his breath before pushing himself to a standing position.

Then, he waddled over to pull on his clothes. It was all feeling snug again. That made him wince as he fastened each button on his shirt. He didn't even want to know which X he would graduate to next. Something had to put an end to this. When he got that finished, his breathing had already turned into a pant. He glanced in the mirror. Nothing looked like it was tearing apart at the seams, at least. Still, the sleeves of his shirt hugged his heavy arms, and his second chin hung over his collar.

An energy drink was his breakfast every morning. He would sip from it pensively on the train to work. He had to sit down on the train, his legs just couldn't stand for that long, but he was never happy about it. He could always feel his wide bottom extending over the division between seats, his gut shaking in his lap. He could also spy the occasional dirty or pitiful glare. Before his stop, he would always brace himself and grab a nearby rod, tugging to get himself upright so he can squeeze through the aisle and out of the car. He would pant "sorry" and "excuse me" with every breath.

Stairs were a no-go, so the elevator would take him to the floor where he worked. Then he would start his progress to his cubicle. He wore his cardigan more often now. He would start to sweat at this point in his morning "exercise" and that did a better job of hiding it.

He sat at his desk, squeezing his rump between the arms of the chair. It creaked ominously beneath Chihiro's girth, but he tried to pay it no mind, instead booting his work PC. The chair's sighing was the signal that he arrived, and so the first of his coworkers came.

'Oh, Fujisaki-san, I didn't see you come in! I was at the market last night and they had these on sale, I thought: Oh Fujisaki would just love this!'

She presented him with a package of sugar cookies. Great. He took it, opening it pu.

"O-oh! Thank you... I'll have to put it out in the erm... The brake room, late--"

'Oh no no no no no no no. No. I already got something for the rest of the office. This is yours.'

"That's really sweet..." Chihiro smiled. His coworker continued to stare.

'The cookies are too.' Her gaze was expectant. Chihiro chuckled.

"Right..." He opened the clamp, picked up one of the frosted cookies and took a bite.

'Have a good day!' She left him alone, and he dispatched with the rest of it by pressing it into his mouth. Almost by habit he took a second one by the time the next coworker came. Then the next one. And the next one. Then the one after that.

"Ugh..." Chihiro was already feeling full. He was trying to focus on his work, but the pile of wrappers and packages on his desk was bothering him. He rolled over to it, the structure of the chair squeaking and complaining the way over. Bit by bit, he leaned over to toss each article in the trash.

He leaned back when the mess was clean. That was the end of it. First, he saw one of his buttons on his shirt pop open. The pale, doughy flesh of his belly popping through. He immediately reached forward, but that was a mistake. The chair creaked, then it cracked, and a score of heads popped over the cubicle walls to inspect the commotion as Chihiro landed flat on the floor.

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Have an art

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A tubby tubbo, but also really nice

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Legit a cool dude and chill as hell

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A definite sweetiepie. Deserves all of the love they can get, all the hugs, and the goodies~

- Goth Mom.

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fat ...wait shit this was supposed to be on anon

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ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

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You weren't sure how long it's been, hell you don't even know how LARGE it's been, you've lost track after she was able to lay down on your stomach like a bed... You could only sit there and wheeze. Not like there was much choice in the matter. You were WELL over what was probably the most NORMAL record for fattest person alive. No one would even be able to tell what gender you are, at this point your gender may as well be whale. You gasp, trying to get SOME sort of breath to fill up your lungs despite the no doubt THOUSANDS of pounds that are on your body now. Your belly spread feet in front of you, and you were pretty sure your ass could be bigger AND heavier than most modern vans. Calling your arms wings would be doing a disservice to their massive size as you feel your wiggling sausage fingers brush against the encroaching sacks of blubber threatening to swallow them whole. Your chest pooled and drooped to either side from the sheer mass presented. Hell you could have sworn you heard the asphalt crack just from being there. At least there is a weird comfort in knowing you weren't alone. Even if your company was enjoying the situation far too much. She revealed that her name is Jade, and she took a liking to you. You should have known better and recognized it earlier. But that's old news. You stare into her piercing emerald eyes, and listen to her own wheezing gasps. Luckily she took mercy on you and you had stopped growing. At least you hope it isn't just "for now". You watched the masses of fat slosh and sway with every little movement, every ounce of breath, every giggle she makes. Honestly, it was kinda.... hot? Cute? You would be lying if you weren't smitten when you saw her the first time, and you would NEVER have guessed this is how the night would have ended up...... Well.... At least you'll have plenty of time to connect and talk.

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Something was wrong. Your candy must have been spiked, you were poisoned, having an allergic reaction, SOMETHING happened. With each thudding step you wheeze. Your clothes have long made an escape from your body, what scraps that could hang on wrapped tightly around a new, SIGNIFICANTLY larger form. Thighs that looked like tree trunks, an ass that could give an elephant a run for it's money. You still clung tightly to the bag of treats, lighter than it was but still overflowing, with a hammy fist. Every so often you would swear you see a green flash out of the corner of your eyes, growing in intensity every time. As you trundle onwards, your gut bouncing softly against your knees and seemingly forming an even more prodigious droop with every moment, you hear a zap behind you as you notice that green light. This time... much closer than you remember ever seeing, and accompanied by a strained giggle. You slowly turn around, and are met with wheezing.... but not your own. As you attempt to spin around your eyes grow wide and your struggled breath hitches in your throat as realization hits you all at once. As you stare at the mound of wobbling pale skin, the black outfit of theirs and undergarments strained to their limits, your mind pieces it together. You know that symbol. That symbol was on that girl. That symbol was the symbol of a goddess.

And as you stood there, knees shaking from both fear and attempting to stand up with your new found weight and stared into those reflecting rims of their glasses and sharp gleam of her grin; you finally had realized, as you turn as fast as you could and attempt to hoof it out of there. You fucked up.

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The chattering of children, the laughter and mirth of mischievous rapscallious youths, the exhausted sighs of sorely worn out parents. The sounds of Halloween at it's best. You slump through streets, lights turning off as the supplies deplete and people go home to trade and consume their hard won candy, idly munching on a piece or two as you go along. A successful night all said and done. The gurgling of your gut, filled with sugar, is sign enough of that, although..... You couldn't help but feel like something was off. As the witching hour strikes, you can't help but feel like eyes were watching you. Very similar to the sensation of that one weird girl from earlier. She WAS kinda cute, but there's no way it could be her. That venue was over a fifteen minute drive away! Still.... that shudder down your spine still persists. You can't help but turn around, looking at your surroundings to try and find the source of your feeling like a stalked animal. You nervously continue onwards, trying to see if you can't find just a little more candy locked in before the end. Halloween may be over but maybe some lights are still on for stragglers. You adjust your pants, maybe you should slow down on the Candy.

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The date is October 31st, Halloween. You always like Halloween, the fall weather chilling the air, the sound of enjoyment from everyone around, pumpkin spice... It was always perfect. You decide to go out and enjoy yourself, after all it only comes once a year! You people watch, seeing all the men and women in costumes, some creative and some, well... T shirts that say "My costume is this shirt" are less then creative. But you couldn't help but notice one person your eyes just keep coming back to.

Black raven hair, stockings, She had to be dressed as a witch or something although she added dog ears? Maybe she was a furry.... You take a deep breath and decide to go up to have a conversation. As the conversation goes on, it was clear there was a connection. Her laugh was ADORABLY dorky, her costume just hugging all the right spots, and a great personality. What you miss are the looks and whispers of everyone around you, a sign of what was to come... As the night carries on. as well as the conversation, you can't help but notice people filtering out, starting to hit the streets to get those fat sacks of candy. You snap back to reality and realize that you're missing out the best part of Halloween!!! You apologize and say you have to head out. You can't help but notice the smirk on her face as you turn around and the feeling of those green eyes burning into your back as you walk away....

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You weren't sure how long it's been, hell you don't even know how LARGE it's been, you've lost track after she was able to lay down on your stomach like a bed... You could only sit there and wheeze. Not like there was much choice in the matter. You were WELL over what was probably the most NORMAL record for fattest person alive. No one would even be able to tell what gender you are, at this point your gender may as well be whale. You gasp, trying to get SOME sort of breath to fill up your lungs despite the no doubt THOUSANDS of pounds that are on your body now. Your belly spread feet in front of you, and you were pretty sure your ass could be bigger AND heavier than most modern vans. Calling your arms wings would be doing a disservice to their massive size as you feel your wiggling sausage fingers brush against the encroaching sacks of blubber threatening to swallow them whole. Your chest pooled and drooped to either side from the sheer mass presented. Hell you could have sworn you heard the asphalt crack just from being there. At least there is a weird comfort in knowing you weren't alone. Even if your company was enjoying the situation far too much. She revealed that her name is Jade, and she took a liking to you. You should have known better and recognized it earlier. But that's old news. You stare into her piercing emerald eyes, and listen to her own wheezing gasps. Luckily she took mercy on you and you had stopped growing. At least you hope it isn't just "for now". You watched the masses of fat slosh and sway with every little movement, every ounce of breath, every giggle she makes. Honestly, it was kinda.... hot? Cute? You would be lying if you weren't smitten when you saw her the first time, and you would NEVER have guessed this is how the night would have ended up...... Well.... At least you'll have plenty of time to connect and talk.

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Something was wrong. Your candy must have been spiked, you were poisoned, having an allergic reaction, SOMETHING happened. With each thudding step you wheeze. Your clothes have long made an escape from your body, what scraps that could hang on wrapped tightly around a new, SIGNIFICANTLY larger form. Thighs that looked like tree trunks, an ass that could give an elephant a run for it's money. You still clung tightly to the bag of treats, lighter than it was but still overflowing, with a hammy fist. Every so often you would swear you see a green flash out of the corner of your eyes, growing in intensity every time. As you trundle onwards, your gut bouncing softly against your knees and seemingly forming an even more prodigious droop with every moment, you hear a zap behind you as you notice that green light. This time... much closer than you remember ever seeing, and accompanied by a strained giggle. You slowly turn around, and are met with wheezing.... but not your own. As you attempt to spin around your eyes grow wide and your struggled breath hitches in your throat as realization hits you all at once. As you stare at the mound of wobbling pale skin, the black outfit of theirs and undergarments strained to their limits, your mind pieces it together. You know that symbol. That symbol was on that girl. That symbol was the symbol of a goddess.

And as you stood there, knees shaking from both fear and attempting to stand up with your new found weight and stared into those reflecting rims of their glasses and sharp gleam of her grin; you finally had realized, as you turn as fast as you could and attempt to hoof it out of there. You fucked up.

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The chattering of children, the laughter and mirth of mischievous rapscallious youths, the exhausted sighs of sorely worn out parents. The sounds of Halloween at it's best. You slump through streets, lights turning off as the supplies deplete and people go home to trade and consume their hard won candy, idly munching on a piece or two as you go along. A successful night all said and done. The gurgling of your gut, filled with sugar, is sign enough of that, although..... You couldn't help but feel like something was off. As the witching hour strikes, you can't help but feel like eyes were watching you. Very similar to the sensation of that one weird girl from earlier. She WAS kinda cute, but there's no way it could be her. That venue was over a fifteen minute drive away! Still.... that shudder down your spine still persists. You can't help but turn around, looking at your surroundings to try and find the source of your feeling like a stalked animal. You nervously continue onwards, trying to see if you can't find just a little more candy locked in before the end. Halloween may be over but maybe some lights are still on for stragglers. You adjust your pants, maybe you should slow down on the Candy.

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The date is October 31st, Halloween. You always like Halloween, the fall weather chilling the air, the sound of enjoyment from everyone around, pumpkin spice... It was always perfect. You decide to go out and enjoy yourself, after all it only comes once a year! You people watch, seeing all the men and women in costumes, some creative and some, well... T shirts that say "My costume is this shirt" are less then creative. But you couldn't help but notice one person your eyes just keep coming back to.

Black raven hair, stockings, She had to be dressed as a witch or something although she added dog ears? Maybe she was a furry.... You take a deep breath and decide to go up to have a conversation. As the conversation goes on, it was clear there was a connection. Her laugh was ADORABLY dorky, her costume just hugging all the right spots, and a great personality. What you miss are the looks and whispers of everyone around you, a sign of what was to come... As the night carries on. as well as the conversation, you can't help but notice people filtering out, starting to hit the streets to get those fat sacks of candy. You snap back to reality and realize that you're missing out the best part of Halloween!!! You apologize and say you have to head out. You can't help but notice the smirk on her face as you turn around and the feeling of those green eyes burning into your back as you walk away....

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“What’s the matter? Not hungry?”

You can barely hear Nue over the hustle and bustle of the buffet. Dragged here by the youkai and her friends, you were surrounded on all sides. While Nue loomed over you, squishing you from the right, faces you didn’t recognize were squeezing into the corner booth. Each person here was enormous, practically wobbling just by breathing from how fat they were. Bellies were pushed under the table to touch the floor or lifted up to rest on top of them, cushions being flattened underneath butts wider than a sofa. You didn’t know where to look, your eyes constantly landing on busts heavier than the average person.

The only thing that was distracting you was the food. So much food. What space on the table that wasn’t covered by gut flab was coated in so many plates of food you didn’t even know what this place was serving. Burgers toppled into bowls of pasta, pizza slices were dipping into ice cream, and ribs had coatings of chocolate as well as barbecue sauce. The girls passed them between each other, giggling and cooing whenever they took a bite, savoring the rich taste as they bloated even fatter. You felt yourself get more squished as the girls either side of you fattened up, squeezing you tighter.

Not that you were spared. Someone would insist that you try some too. Passing it around, a plump hand would cram it into your mouth, forcing you to swallow it down. Your shirt was riding up over your plump tum, the taut sphere sitting firmly in your lap.

You hadn’t even eaten a tenth of what any of them had, yet you felt ready to pop, fatter than ever as your breathing was cut short. Nue smiled down at you, patting your belly.

“I thought you said you wanted to hang with us? Well, hanging out doesn’t just mean you spend time with us. You’ve got the get that belly hanging out too, the lower the better~ Let’s see if we can’t get a few more pizza slices down there, and really see how fat you are~”

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God I wanna stuff myself now-