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Hey all. It's been a while since I posted this on my Patreon page, so I figured I'd share it now on here. This was another commission I did with Volkenfox, a VERY talented artist. I'm going to link his page and mine if you want to check us out.
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“Your, *gasp*, desk will be right, *whew*, outside of Pamela’s office. She, *gasp*, comes in about twice a week, the other days she works, *pant*, from home. Pam? You, *huff*, in there?”
He questioned out loud before smiling at a timid mouse who had been following him around on this tour of the office. She was a new hire, Chelsea Balver, who would be Pam’s assistant. She nervously held her hands together as they walked by everyone, kind of intimidated by the bear’s size and the size of everyone else in the office. She barely looked up when walking through the office, afraid she would stare at their girth.
She had been to this floor before but that had been over three years ago, when she had actually applied for the position Pamlea had gotten. She had not expected to ever hear back from them but only three months ago they had contacted her about a job opening since she was still in their system. They asked if she was still interested in the job and when she heard the salary, she jumped all over it. Even still, she had not expected to see the same bear from back then try to guide her around the office, his slow steps seemingly shaking the floor as they walked around.
Terrance grabbed the top of the empty cubicle, trying to balance himself. The bear was over 1000 pounds now, and, while still pretty mobile, he too knew it was only a matter of time before he was working from home. GluttCo always liked to give it’s bigger furs whatever options they needed for comfort and to remain productive, and he figured sitting on a new couch would be a lot better than squeezing on an elevator each day and panting his way to his office to try and work. He would call HR soon about setting things up.
From behind the newly widened doorframe, both the bear and mouse heard a loud grunt, followed by the sound of metal releasing and contracting, almost as if a large load had been lifted from it. After a few seconds, panting and a what sounding like paper rubbing together echoed in the small space, before a large blackish mass of flesh emerged, a very rotund orb that looked like a collection of several stomachs, flopped forward and quivered, before the rest of this mass turned sideways and struggled out of the frame.
After a few minutes, and a lot of struggling, Pamela extricated herself from the frame and stood in front of both of them. Her gut covered her tiny exercise shorts and caused her shirt to ride up to barely cover her ponderous breasts. Chelsea could not believe that a person would be allowed to wear such an outfit that exposed so much, but then she saw the bear and figured that it was just some kind of agreement between them. She figured this panther must have been an important person, otherwise there was no way they’d let her get away with this.
Pamlea shifted a bit, her gut touching the floor before she just decided to back up and use the sturdy wall for support; her ass and hips spreading out to cover much of the wall and oozing over the exposed for frame. She felt her tail tickle the metal hinge and giggled, the cold sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine. She inched to the side a bit more before Terrence entered her office and emerged with her bench like seat, placing it down so she could rest.
“Th-thanks, *wheeze*, Ter. I appreciate it.”
She eased her bulk down as best she could, letting her ass swallow up the seat, her gut and rear both sagging down enough that they were on the carpet. She did not seem to mind as she was all smiles as she looked over the mouse. She gave her a big wink and waved as best she could, her entire arm jiggling from the sudden movement.
“You, *gasp*, must be Chelsea. I’m, I’m Pamela Sanderson. I’d get up to give you a more formal hello, but, well, as you can see, I don’t walk to well anymore.”
She and Terrance laughed, and while Chelsea put on a fake smile, inside she was deeply concerned. This woman looked ready to drop at any moment, how much work could she possibly be doing?
Pamela and Terrance did not seem to be paying attention to what anxieties Chelsea might have, as Terrance snuggled close to her, his even larger gut bumping into hers and her other arm, barely containing his excitement as he felt her stroke his exposed stomach with her free hand as best as she could, causing his dick to jump in his pants. The two had started dating after she had blown out her chair, which had already been six months ago. He was very tender with her and she honestly could not imagine a bear of his size be that way. It made her feel so good to know that he was not trying to just tear her apart, he took his time and caressed her as best as he could, though she knew it was hard to do when the couple weighed over a ton combined.
Pamela had long abandoned any concerns regarding her size, simply just enjoying the ride and all the food she could eat. She was over 1100 pounds by now, though she had no way of really knowing her actual size. She had destroyed a scaled just after her chair fiasco, and from that point on she really did not care what the numbers could have told her. She was simply having much to fun doing her job, eating, and spending time with her new boyfriend.
The fur that stood in front of the scared mouse was over 10 times the size she had been when both had applied for the job 44 months ago. A mass of rolls, cellulite and fur, Pamlea was a testament to gluttony, one that the firm looked for in all of their employees. Her face was fully round, her cheeks bulging so much that her glasses barely fit on her face. Her five chins sagged to swallow up her neck, connected it seemed to her shoulders which just seemed to blend with wherever her arms started.
The t-shirt sleeves rode up due to her bulging bicep, exposing the flab that had the second most “muscle” in her entire body, as she used her arms quite a bit to stuff her face. Other than that, she was completely devoid of any real muscle and strength, a far cry from what she used to be. Her breasts stacked up and sagged on top of her stomach, as they were not a prime benefactor of her growth. Sure, they extended to the low end of the alphabet, but compared to everything else on her frame, they were still pretty small.
Her gut, still digesting her breakfast and mid-morning snack, hung below the bench and poured out in front of her, quivering from her deep breaths. It had a few food stains on it, though Chelsea could not be sure if they were from today or from a longer time. Pamlea wasn’t exactly able to take the most efficient showers these days, so she sometimes missed a spot or two. This stomach forced her blubbery thighs apart, making her legs, outside of her calves and feet, barely visible. Her pudgy toes wiggled as she sat there, trying her best to look somewhat decent to her new assistant. She even held in a fart, feeling each sumo wrestler sized ass cheek tighten up, causing the shorts to wedge deeper into the crevice of her ass crack. Those blimped out globes of flesh, and her hips, were over 160 inches around, the largest part of her body. She had always heard her grandmother talk about the women being hippy, but this took it to another level. She did not think it meant her hips were the size of a small hippopotamus, but there she was, finding most door frames impossible to maneuver, meaning she was limited in places she could visit.
This would not be apparent to anyone though who met Pamela, as she was always happy and pleased with her life. She never expected that she’d become a glutton who didn’t care about her weight, but now, at her size, she had to admit she was perfectly content for the first time, and wouldn’t change things at all.
“Er, nice to meet you, Ms. Sanderson. I’m looking forward to working with you”, Chelsea said, taking a few steps towards her bloated boss and, upon seeing the furs stomach pulse out just slightly, enough to almost touch her, deciding instead to just stay in place, putting her hands to her chest.
“Please, call me Pamela or Pam. Ms. Sanderson is way too formal. Besides, we’re going to be working closely together, let’s not be uncomfortable right off the bat, okay?”
She smiled at Chelsea, who just nodded sheepishly. She was overwhelmed by all of this.
“That’s very true, which will only increase when Pam isn’t in the office. Pam works from home a lot but that hasn’t stopped us from having some of the best numbers in the country.”
He paused to adjust his shirt, his gut flopping once more and almost swallowing his lover’s hand.
“You’ll be reporting a lot to me too, and you can definitely call me Terrance. So don’t worry about anything, I’m sure you’ll fit in soon enough. Especially with your credentials.”
He gave her a wink, which reassured her slightly, though she was still rather hesitant to let her guard down. Something just seemed off, though she couldn’t place it.
“I’m sure you’ll really be a great help. I’ll bet you’ll grow to become a vital asset to this company. I can’t wait to see you fit in!”
Both she and Terrance laughed at this joke, which, while somewhat funny, was not THAT funny, at least not to Chelsea. She fidgeted a bit more where she stood, unsure as to why the two were laughing this hard. She wasn’t so sure about accepting this job anymore.
“Um, ok. Uh, thanks” she replied. She honestly just wanted to get out of there and cool off. Being around those two was making her uncomfortable. She did not think she’d be making it long as this place, no matter how friendly her bosses were.
Pamela and Terrance laughed more, before sharing a knowing wink with one another. They both knew that this place had a way of bringing out something “extra” in someone, and they could not wait to see how well this new employee fit in. It had worked so well for Pam and she was sure it would for her new assistant too. As she looked at Terrance with loving eyes, the two shared a brief moment before she turned her gaze back to Chelsea.
“Welcome to GluttCo. You’re going to love it.”
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#bhmweightgain #bhm #furrymale
Thanks again for your continued support.
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*
“Your, *gasp*, desk will be right, *whew*, outside of Pamela’s office. She, *gasp*, comes in about twice a week, the other days she works, *pant*, from home. Pam? You, *huff*, in there?”
He questioned out loud before smiling at a timid mouse who had been following him around on this tour of the office. She was a new hire, Chelsea Balver, who would be Pam’s assistant. She nervously held her hands together as they walked by everyone, kind of intimidated by the bear’s size and the size of everyone else in the office. She barely looked up when walking through the office, afraid she would stare at their girth.
She had been to this floor before but that had been over three years ago, when she had actually applied for the position Pamlea had gotten. She had not expected to ever hear back from them but only three months ago they had contacted her about a job opening since she was still in their system. They asked if she was still interested in the job and when she heard the salary, she jumped all over it. Even still, she had not expected to see the same bear from back then try to guide her around the office, his slow steps seemingly shaking the floor as they walked around.
Terrance grabbed the top of the empty cubicle, trying to balance himself. The bear was over 1000 pounds now, and, while still pretty mobile, he too knew it was only a matter of time before he was working from home. GluttCo always liked to give it’s bigger furs whatever options they needed for comfort and to remain productive, and he figured sitting on a new couch would be a lot better than squeezing on an elevator each day and panting his way to his office to try and work. He would call HR soon about setting things up.
From behind the newly widened doorframe, both the bear and mouse heard a loud grunt, followed by the sound of metal releasing and contracting, almost as if a large load had been lifted from it. After a few seconds, panting and a what sounding like paper rubbing together echoed in the small space, before a large blackish mass of flesh emerged, a very rotund orb that looked like a collection of several stomachs, flopped forward and quivered, before the rest of this mass turned sideways and struggled out of the frame.
After a few minutes, and a lot of struggling, Pamela extricated herself from the frame and stood in front of both of them. Her gut covered her tiny exercise shorts and caused her shirt to ride up to barely cover her ponderous breasts. Chelsea could not believe that a person would be allowed to wear such an outfit that exposed so much, but then she saw the bear and figured that it was just some kind of agreement between them. She figured this panther must have been an important person, otherwise there was no way they’d let her get away with this.
Pamlea shifted a bit, her gut touching the floor before she just decided to back up and use the sturdy wall for support; her ass and hips spreading out to cover much of the wall and oozing over the exposed for frame. She felt her tail tickle the metal hinge and giggled, the cold sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine. She inched to the side a bit more before Terrence entered her office and emerged with her bench like seat, placing it down so she could rest.
“Th-thanks, *wheeze*, Ter. I appreciate it.”
She eased her bulk down as best she could, letting her ass swallow up the seat, her gut and rear both sagging down enough that they were on the carpet. She did not seem to mind as she was all smiles as she looked over the mouse. She gave her a big wink and waved as best she could, her entire arm jiggling from the sudden movement.
“You, *gasp*, must be Chelsea. I’m, I’m Pamela Sanderson. I’d get up to give you a more formal hello, but, well, as you can see, I don’t walk to well anymore.”
She and Terrance laughed, and while Chelsea put on a fake smile, inside she was deeply concerned. This woman looked ready to drop at any moment, how much work could she possibly be doing?
Pamela and Terrance did not seem to be paying attention to what anxieties Chelsea might have, as Terrance snuggled close to her, his even larger gut bumping into hers and her other arm, barely containing his excitement as he felt her stroke his exposed stomach with her free hand as best as she could, causing his dick to jump in his pants. The two had started dating after she had blown out her chair, which had already been six months ago. He was very tender with her and she honestly could not imagine a bear of his size be that way. It made her feel so good to know that he was not trying to just tear her apart, he took his time and caressed her as best as he could, though she knew it was hard to do when the couple weighed over a ton combined.
Pamela had long abandoned any concerns regarding her size, simply just enjoying the ride and all the food she could eat. She was over 1100 pounds by now, though she had no way of really knowing her actual size. She had destroyed a scaled just after her chair fiasco, and from that point on she really did not care what the numbers could have told her. She was simply having much to fun doing her job, eating, and spending time with her new boyfriend.
The fur that stood in front of the scared mouse was over 10 times the size she had been when both had applied for the job 44 months ago. A mass of rolls, cellulite and fur, Pamlea was a testament to gluttony, one that the firm looked for in all of their employees. Her face was fully round, her cheeks bulging so much that her glasses barely fit on her face. Her five chins sagged to swallow up her neck, connected it seemed to her shoulders which just seemed to blend with wherever her arms started.
The t-shirt sleeves rode up due to her bulging bicep, exposing the flab that had the second most “muscle” in her entire body, as she used her arms quite a bit to stuff her face. Other than that, she was completely devoid of any real muscle and strength, a far cry from what she used to be. Her breasts stacked up and sagged on top of her stomach, as they were not a prime benefactor of her growth. Sure, they extended to the low end of the alphabet, but compared to everything else on her frame, they were still pretty small.
Her gut, still digesting her breakfast and mid-morning snack, hung below the bench and poured out in front of her, quivering from her deep breaths. It had a few food stains on it, though Chelsea could not be sure if they were from today or from a longer time. Pamlea wasn’t exactly able to take the most efficient showers these days, so she sometimes missed a spot or two. This stomach forced her blubbery thighs apart, making her legs, outside of her calves and feet, barely visible. Her pudgy toes wiggled as she sat there, trying her best to look somewhat decent to her new assistant. She even held in a fart, feeling each sumo wrestler sized ass cheek tighten up, causing the shorts to wedge deeper into the crevice of her ass crack. Those blimped out globes of flesh, and her hips, were over 160 inches around, the largest part of her body. She had always heard her grandmother talk about the women being hippy, but this took it to another level. She did not think it meant her hips were the size of a small hippopotamus, but there she was, finding most door frames impossible to maneuver, meaning she was limited in places she could visit.
This would not be apparent to anyone though who met Pamela, as she was always happy and pleased with her life. She never expected that she’d become a glutton who didn’t care about her weight, but now, at her size, she had to admit she was perfectly content for the first time, and wouldn’t change things at all.
“Er, nice to meet you, Ms. Sanderson. I’m looking forward to working with you”, Chelsea said, taking a few steps towards her bloated boss and, upon seeing the furs stomach pulse out just slightly, enough to almost touch her, deciding instead to just stay in place, putting her hands to her chest.
“Please, call me Pamela or Pam. Ms. Sanderson is way too formal. Besides, we’re going to be working closely together, let’s not be uncomfortable right off the bat, okay?”
She smiled at Chelsea, who just nodded sheepishly. She was overwhelmed by all of this.
“That’s very true, which will only increase when Pam isn’t in the office. Pam works from home a lot but that hasn’t stopped us from having some of the best numbers in the country.”
He paused to adjust his shirt, his gut flopping once more and almost swallowing his lover’s hand.
“You’ll be reporting a lot to me too, and you can definitely call me Terrance. So don’t worry about anything, I’m sure you’ll fit in soon enough. Especially with your credentials.”
He gave her a wink, which reassured her slightly, though she was still rather hesitant to let her guard down. Something just seemed off, though she couldn’t place it.
“I’m sure you’ll really be a great help. I’ll bet you’ll grow to become a vital asset to this company. I can’t wait to see you fit in!”
Both she and Terrance laughed at this joke, which, while somewhat funny, was not THAT funny, at least not to Chelsea. She fidgeted a bit more where she stood, unsure as to why the two were laughing this hard. She wasn’t so sure about accepting this job anymore.
“Um, ok. Uh, thanks” she replied. She honestly just wanted to get out of there and cool off. Being around those two was making her uncomfortable. She did not think she’d be making it long as this place, no matter how friendly her bosses were.
Pamela and Terrance laughed more, before sharing a knowing wink with one another. They both knew that this place had a way of bringing out something “extra” in someone, and they could not wait to see how well this new employee fit in. It had worked so well for Pam and she was sure it would for her new assistant too. As she looked at Terrance with loving eyes, the two shared a brief moment before she turned her gaze back to Chelsea.
“Welcome to GluttCo. You’re going to love it.”
*
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#bhmweightgain #bhm #furrymale
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fat Furs
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