NEW ME
You had been Ms. Girlboss’ personal assistant for a while. You had always been in charge of her ever-tightening schedule. This is why you found it strange when you came in on Monday and opened her calendar to find an absence of her Pilates classes for the week. Your office is right outside of Ms. Girlboss’, but you decided to enquire via email for fear of interrupting her in some way, even though you know she doesn’t have anything on the schedule.
[To: Ms. Girlboss ([email protected])
From: Y/N ([email protected])
“Pilates class?”
“Hello Ms. Girlboss, I just checked your calendar and you’ve removed all future Pilates appointments, is this intentional?”]
You looked back at her calendar. As the days went on, the schedule seemed to get emptier and emptier. Maybe I should go and talk to her about the schedule, you thought, this can’t be right. Maybe there’s some sort of error we need to work out. You don’t have much time to ponder before Ms. Girlboss bursts out of her office.
“Silly thing,” she addresses you in a patronizing manner “you know I’m not busy right now. Come on in”.
You hurry into her room and cautiously lower yourself into the red leather chair across from Ms. Girlboss at her desk.
“Y/N, I see you’ve noticed how I’ve gone ahead and altered my schedule,” Ms. Girlboss explains “I’m making a radical change to my schedule. I was really inspired by this last work ethic seminar I attended, so I’m pivoting entirely to their method”.
This intrigued you. Should you be worrying about her becoming some sort of extreme minimalist? Are you about to be out of a job? You know Gigglecorp loves their profit margins, but you couldn’t imagine that you’d be the first employee to get axed in budget cuts.
“The guy talked about work stress, and he pitched an alternative way to stay on top while cutting out extracurriculars” Ms. Girlboss continued “He said, instead of being in tip-top shape as a subliminal domination technique, become fatter!”
This triggered a deep blush to appear across your face. Is she fucking with you? Are you dreaming right now?
You eyed the trash can behind her to confirm that no, she wasn’t fucking with you. It was overflowing with fast food wrappers. You’re speechless, but you have to say something. The best you can muster is:
“Wow!”
You feel a sense of dread wash over you briefly, swiftly dampened by Ms. Girlboss’ surprising nonchalance.
“I know! The speaker there… he was huge.” Ms. Girlboss says, “I really saw the power of a big fat guy in action, and I realized I want that power.”
Your face remains beet red. You gulp. “So, can you tell me exactly how this is going to affect your schedule moving forward?”
Ms. Girlboss pauses to think. This short silence brings uncomfortable emphasis to the volume of your heartbeat.
“Well, there’s two main things” Ms. Girlboss gestures ‘two’ with her hands, “for one, we’re going to need to cut down on my walking as much as possible.”
You take a big deep breath. “Got it” you respond.
“Secondly, I’m going to need to make room on my schedule for eating large meals and time to properly digest afterwards.” Ms. Girlboss continues “So basically, I’m gonna need you to schedule in three-hour blocks for meals.”
You idly nod along with her instruction. This is crazy you think.
“One last thing,” says Ms. Girlboss “I’m gonna need you to start organizing my lunch and dinner for me.”
That means free range on a good portion of her diet. This is a crazy good deal, and you’re getting paid for it.
You return to your desk with a list of acceptable restaurant options. Ms. Girlboss quickly wrote out the first couple of names, but then turned to her computer and copied down the next several from her computer screen.
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You have to get her lunch in order, you have no idea what you’re doing, and she has to have her food in a couple of hours.
You pull out the gigantic phone book from your desk and dog-ear the contact number for each place on the list. It takes several minutes to work up the courage to start calling and asking the question you really need to ask.
“Um, hello, what’s your highest calorie meal?” You called several restaurants with the same question.
The worst reaction you got was “Uh, I don’t know.” and the best was an enthusiastic detailing of the most fattening meals.
You chose to get a large quantity from the local Italian establishment. They didn’t have very good approximations of calorie count when you called, but you crunched the numbers and figured out some of the highest calorie count dishes. You settled on two meals, a pizza saturated with toppings and a serving of penne alla vodka. You don’t really expect her to finish it all, but you want to give her the chance. She seems really determined.
By the time you were ready to order, your hands had become a bit too unsteady to hold the phone properly. Despite what you may fantasize about, this sort of job is actually mortifying for you. Despite your shaky hands, you manage to dial the number.
“Hi there, I’ve got a delivery order. Can you deliver to Gigglecorp?”
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Before you can even walk into her office, Ms. Girlboss makes her excitement known.
“Y/N, you’ve got the food? It smells fucking amazing.”
You timidly breach the doorway and approach her desk.
“A whole pizza and a takeout box too!” Ms. Girlboss grins “It’s so good to have an assistant that actually listens to me.”
“Just doing what I’m getting paid for, ha-ha” you say.
As soon as you place the food on her desk, Ms. Girlboss snatches the boxes and starts to dig in. She’s become absolutely ravenous with the pizza.
“Y/N… this pizza is so good” Ms. Girlboss moans.
You suddenly realize in your voyeuristic fugue that you have no reason to still be here, and it’d be inappropriate to ogle Ms. Girlboss while she’s so involved with her meal. You creep back to your own desk.
I think I’m getting better at this, you think when sitting idly at your desk. This is insane, but if I keep cool for long enough maybe I’ll get… payoff. You squirm at the thought. You’ve relegated all these thoughts to solely your own apartment before now, never coming up and being too embarrassed ever to bring it up. Maybe now is when you’ll finally experience something that lets you bridge the gap between your two worlds.
After about twenty minutes her intake had slowed considerably, and perhaps has come to a total stop now. It’s not like you’re carefully listening in on her or anything, though.
“Y/N,” Ms. Girlboss moans “Can you feed me the rest of this?” This instantly gets your heart pumping. “Um, no problem, Ms. Girlboss” you reply. You rush to her side. You see her distended stomach in its full glory. Even at a size you would be hard-pressed to call fat, she looks huge with such a heavily bloated stomach.
Although these tasks are obviously taking advantage of your low wages coupled with the high cost of living in Klowntownistan, you must admit that Ms. Girlboss had never been this kind to you before. Surveying the room, it looks like your theory – if you had theories that is – was correct. She ate about four fifths of the pizza, then ate the pasta.
“Are you sure you want me to feed you more...?” you ask with a half-whimper “I don’t want you getting sick.”
Ms. Girlboss slams her palm on the table, careful to move her distended torso very little. “Don’t be a brat.” Ms. Girlboss scoffed “I know what I want.” She suddenly changes her disposition and makes eye contact with you “Please? ~”
Your mind goes blank and the next thing you know is that you’re feeding her the first of the last three slices. She doesn’t make eye contact with you during this process. Of this you are thankful, but disappointed. Her eyes are either closed or watching the pizza box. You wonder if maybe she’s into this, but ultimately figure it’s just her stubborn disposition. As you go for the pizza box yet again, you find it’s been emptied.
“Is rubbing my stomach in your job description?” Ms. Girlboss groans. Her stomach, which was previously merely chubby, has swollen to over twice its former size. Her breaths are labored, but her facial expression reads as satisfied.
You refuse to lock eyes with her when you say, “It can be.”
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Ms. Girlboss stays on this regimen and gains weight at an increasing pace. Just a pound in the first week, but by the end of the first month she’d gained 20 pounds. Her pear shape was becoming more evident as she gained. Sure, her tummy got a bit chubbier, but her ass and hips became wider and plusher with each pound gained.
As her weight skyrocketed, the employees gossiped. None of them knew what to think, but many of them came together to make bets each week about how much she was going to gain. Some even bet on how long it’ll take her to outgrow her entire outfit.
What they didn’t know is that Ms. Girlboss intended to wear her clothes until they burst off her. She wanted to look as big and as confident as possible, and small clothes will do that to a girl. She grew rapidly, increasing her stomach capacity while stuffing herself to the limit every day helps pack on the pounds. 250, then suddenly 320. Her weight went up and up. She even bought a heavy-duty scale.
Her tactic worked, too. She was more respected around the office than ever. She became both more approachable because of her inherent jovial nature, and respected due to her sheer size. She became a bit less vindictive too, as long as she had food within reach. That was, until she got too big for her office…