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Jill sighed. It was a slow night again at VA-11 Hall-A; the regulars had all come and gone, but there were still a few more hours left on Jill’s shift. Gil was missing as he so often was, leaving Jill alone with just her thoughts.
Slumping down and resting her head in her hands, Jill let her mind wander. As always she wished she was at home, lazing around and drinking in the company of her cat, but she also wanted some of her favorite customers to visit again. Sei and Stella had such interesting lives, Dorothy always had a fun story to tell, and Alma really understood her. But more than any of regulars, Jill found herself most often thinking about—
“Hey, are you tired already Jill? It’s not that late.”
Jill’s head slipped out of her hands and slammed into the bar, sending her tumbling onto her butt. The bartender reeled from the impact, still trying to process what happened. Slowly, she lifted herself back onto her feet, ready to face the unexpected presence of her boss.
“Woah, you hurt?”
“S-Sorry about that Dana.” Jill chuckled softly, rubbing the back of her head. “I’ll be alright, I just got a little distracted while…” Her words trailed off as Dana came into full view, revealing a shocking truth:
Dana was fat as hell.
The last time Jill saw her, Dana looked the same as ever. But in just one day the proprietor of the bar had ballooned into an obese parody of her former self. Her fit, muscular body was buried beneath hundreds of pounds of fat all over, rendering her almost totally unrecognizable.
“Uh, Jill? Are you sure you’re okay?” Dana looked concerned. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
Jill could only watch as Dana’s right arm wobbled as she stuck it out in front of her. The flabby appendage must have been bigger around than Jill’s entire waist, jiggling endlessly as it hung like curtains off of her arm. Even Dana’s fingers were chubbier, making them look like overstuffed sausages.
“I-I’m fine! Really!” Jill shook her head, trying to regain her focus and composure. “Sorry, I just got caught off guard…”
Dana raised an eyebrow. “Caught off guard? By what?”
“W-Well… it’s just…” Jill stumbled over her words, unsure of how to broach the subject of her boss’s sudden, extreme weight gain.
“Oh, you must mean this bad boy!” Dana grinned and flexed her left, prosthetic arm. Surprisingly, the artificial appendage looked to be an appropriate size for her. “Finally got it upgraded! Still has that new electronics smell, too~”
Jill stared at her boss’s arms, dumbfounded. Was she really so unaware of her immensity? Jill shook her head again, she needed answers. “Your arm looks, uh, nice… but when did you get so… um… big?”
“Huh?” Dana was surprised to hear Jill ask that question. “I’ve been holding steady around 1100 pounds for a few months now. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head when you went down?”
Jill was staggered by Dana’s response. Had Dana really, truly been this fat for so long? How had she never noticed until now? With her mind reeling from the implications, Jill took a moment to take in just how absurdly obese her boss had become.
By far the biggest part of Dana’s body was her gut. What were supposedly once washboard abs had been buried under a waterfall of fat that surged forward from her middle. The boulder of blubber consisted of two gargantuan rolls, dividing near what appeared to be Dana’s navel. Only about half of the topmost roll was covered by her top, leaving much of her pale, wobbly tummy totally exposed. Jill could hardly believe just how close Dana’s belly came to touching the floor. The lowest reaches of her gut wobbled pendulously less than an inch above the cool tile. It grumbled and groaned ominously, no doubt working nonstop to add more mass to itself.
Though Dana’s belly was truly remarkable, much of the rest of her was just as huge. Though Jill couldn’t get a clear view of what was behind her boss’s heavy gut, Dana’s legs had grown into pillars of pure lard. Her thighs were even thicker than her doughy upper arms, and they melted into tremendously wide hips that were only barely stuffed into pants that were several sizes too small. The way Dana’s pudge formed a muffin top around the waist of her pants was a sight unlike anything Jill had ever witnessed. Surprisingly, Dana’s chest saw minimal growth, becoming flabby stacks of pancakes oozed from her bust, resting heavily on her gargantuan gut. Even at their meager hand-filling size, Dana’s chest put Jill’s to shame. Even Dana’s face had not gone unchanged, now sporting a tremendously thick ring of fat that surrounded her neck along with a pair of squishy, pudding-like cheeks.
Dana rolled her eyes, realizing that Jill had gotten lost in her own head once again. “Alright, come back to your senses, girl. You’re still on Earth, right?”
Jill snapped back, having totally forgotten she was still at work. “Sorry about that… I don’t know what came over me…”
“Don’t worry about it, you’ve been working hard lately.” Dana smiled gently. “You look cute when you’re distracted, you know?”
“H-Huh!?” Jill’s eyes went wide. Her face immediately turned red. “I-I-I don’t—“
“And you’re cute when you get all flustered too.” Dana grinned. “You act all tough but you’re a real softie, aren’t you?”
Jill’s brain was overloading. Smoke was practically pouring out of her ears as her boss continued to speak. Dana had never said anything like this before, but she kept going on and on. The poor bartender could hardly even form a coherent sentence.
“To be honest though, I’m even softer. Literally.” Dana chuckled as she sank her hands deep into her plush belly, burying them up to the elbow in decadently doughy flab. “God, that feels good…” she cooed, just barely audibly.
Jill couldn’t believe she was watching her boss play with her own obese gut. She was utterly entranced by how Dana’s belly jiggled and swayed with the slightest motion. The way it sloshed as she pawed at it, digging her hands into the crease between the folds and testing its sheer heft. Jill never would have thought she could be so attracted to anyone so immense… until she saw Dana.
“I don’t know how much time I’ve spent just kneading this thing.” Dana wore a smirk on her face as she rubbed her belly. “Sitting in the back office, just going to town on this huge, heavy gut… it’s easy to lose track of time.”
Jill finally found herself able to speak again, though she was unable to tear her eyes away as Dana plumbed the depths of her navel in front of her. “I… uh… I can imagine…”
Dana’s face lit up. “That reminds me: you haven’t felt it, have you?”
Jill blinked. “H-huh?”
“You heard me.” Dana leaned forward, still smirking. “Do you want to rub my belly?”
Jill gulped. Until just a few minutes before, she had never even considered the thought of touching another person’s huge, fat gut. But given how Jill felt about Dana, and how seemingly those feelings were being reciprocated… Everything was moving so fast, but the words left her lips before she even realized what she said.
“Yes”
“Good to see you finally take some initiative!” Dana laughed heartily, her gigantic gut wobbling the whole time. “Stay right there, I’ll squeeze behind the bar to meet you.”
Jill nodded as she watched her boss lumber over to the side of the bar. She was utterly mesmerized by Dana’s fat as she slowly waddled, watching her flab slosh and clap against itself with every heavy step she took. Jill was finally able to get a look at Dana’s ass from her angle behind the bar, which would have taken up at least three stools to seat comfortably. Jill was starting to breath heavily, thinking about the sheer amount of blubber that was going to crash into her.
“C-come on…!” Dana grunted as she gripped the bar and the shelves that sat behind it. Before she even stepped foot behind the bar, the boss’s gut was wedged firmly in place. The size of her belly was just so immense that it could barely fit behind the bar by itself, much less with the rest of Dana attached to it. The proprietress summoned what strength she could muster buried beneath so much blubber, attempting to force herself forward.
Jill watched on, wide eyed, as her boss’s belly jiggled tantalizingly with each powerful push. Dana was starting to work up a sweat from the effort as well, which only made Jill more enraptured. Coated in a sheen of sweat, the way Dana’s gut sloshed and shook stirred something deep within Jill’s heart. She decided that she wasn’t going to merely rub Dana’s belly, she was going to thoroughly grope it.
With a resounding plop! Dana’s gut was freed from its prison. It took a bit of effort to get her hips to fit in as well, but soon enough all of Dana was mere feet away from Jill. Slowly, the boss made her way closer, her knees digging into her soft, tender underbelly.
Jill licked her lips as Dana approached her. She had never thought anything like this would happen, but she welcomed it with open arms. Dana was close enough that Jill could actually feel the heat radiating off of her boss’s belly from her exertion. All Jill had to do was reach out and allow her fingers to effortlessly sink into all that decadently soft, luxurious—
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Jill’s eyes slowly opened. She found herself laying in bed, her sheets strewn wildly around the room. Rolling her head to the side, Jill slowly grew accustomed to the harsh reality in which she lived.
Of course, it was merely a dream. After all, the most obvious tell was that Jill wasn’t a nearly half-ton behemoth herself.
Groggily, Jill reached out and silenced her alarm. Her heavy arms wobbled with every movement she made. She laid in silence for a few moments, still reeling from the anticlimactic ending to her dream. Looking down, Jill watched her own huge gut jiggling with every breath she took. Feeling more than a little embarrassed, the bartender began to gently knead her own flabby belly, feeling the ample flab ooze between her chubby fingers. A soft blush grew across her plump cheeks as she squished and squeezed her gut, feeling how it sloshed and rippled. It was nice… but she would’ve far preferred Dana’s tummy over her own.
After composing herself again, Jill began the arduous task of standing up. It was no small effort, especially when her bottom half was so absurdly heavy. Jill was nearly as wide as she was tall, with hips that spanned the entire length of her bedroom. Her heavy thigh rolls gently slapped against each other as she raised herself onto her feet, her cankles nearly bigger around than her own arm span. Eventually, as Jill reached her standing height, she finally felt her ass lift off the ground. Each cheek was enormous by itself, making most couches inadequate seats as her flab would overflow the armrests.
Jill wobbled around her apartment, being careful not to trip on the tattered piles of clothes that were scattered on the ground. Barely anything fit the bartender anymore, save for her 5XL uniform and what she wore to bed: a lone pink shirt with the word “SLUT” proudly emblazoned on it. She didn’t even wear a pair of panties, with none of her friends able to find a pair big enough to fit her truly monumental ass. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Jill’s cheeks flushed red again as she was reminded of just how meager her chest was. Even compared to the Dana in her dreams who wasn’t busty by any definition, she was still smaller.
She sighed. Jill had to be at work soon, so she had to hurry up.
…
“T-time to… huff… mix drinks and change lives…”
Jill wheezed as she clocked in at VA-11 Hall-A. It took no small amount of effort to squeeze herself behind the bar. She could feel the shelf behind her squeak as her gigantic ass filled the lower cupboards. It was a feeling she had been growing all too familiar with as of late. At the very least, Jill comforted herself knowing that it wasn’t just her who was experiencing such rapid weight gain.
It seemed like almost all the regulars have been getting fatter every day. Dorothy was still her bubbly self, despite how much she complained that her clients wanted her to get even bigger. Alma was even heavier, always making Jill jealous with how her enormous breasts took up so much space on the bar. Sei was still fit, but according to her Stella had grown well past immobility. Rumor had it that Betty was in a similar situation, forcing Deal to take care of her.
But none of the regulars arrived that night. Instead, Jill was alone, just like in her dream. Unable to stop thinking about her boss’s huge, sweaty belly, Jill’s mind began to wander.
Stomp! Thud! Crash!
A flurry of noise coming from Dana’s office in the back made Jill grow curious. She could only wonder what her boss was dealing with back there. It wasn’t any of her business to intrude, but…
Whump! “Shit!”
As the noises continued, Jill couldn’t help but recall her dream. The way Dana’s huge body shook with every heavy step she took… it was just like the noises coming from the office. Jill’s cheeks began to grow red as she imagined her boss stumbling out of the office, even fatter than she was in her dream. Maybe Dana was struggling to even move, requiring Jill’s help to make sure she was still taken care of. Oh, how the bartender wanted nothing more than to dote on her blobby boss, to feed her and rub her tummy and lather every last inch of her flabby body with soap. And if then, she would—
“Jill!”
“H-huh? What?” Jill snapped back to her senses. Standing before her was Dana, looking like her regular, fit self. She knew it wasn’t possible, but Jill couldn’t help but be a little disappointed.
Dana raised an eyebrow. “Are you doing alright? I haven’t seen you space out like that in a while.”
“I-I’m alright. I, uh, didn’t sleep well last night.” Jill’s chubby cheeks grew a slight shade of red again. She didn’t want to say she was disappointed that she didn’t get to the good part.
Dana nodded, folding her arms. “Make sure to take it easy, okay? I might close up shop early tonight, so you should get to bed earlier.”
“Sounds good, thanks boss.” Jill smiled gently. “By the way, what was with that ruckus back there? Sounded pretty intense.”
“Oh.” Dana glowed with pride. “A fly decided to pick a fight with me, so I had to show him who’s boss. It was almost like reliving my glory days in the ring!”
“That… makes some sense.” Jill chuckled. Of course it wasn’t the noises of her boss laboring to move around. That would be absurd.
Dana nodded. “Well, when you’re ready we can get locked up. I’ve just got to finish a few things up in the back before we’re good to close.”
“Sure thing.” Jill tapped away on her tablet before watching Dana walk away. She could’ve sworn it was her eyes playing tricks on her, but Jill thought that Dana’s ass looked a little bigger. “And, um… when we close up, can we stop by that chicken place you like so much? I haven’t eaten too much today.”
“You don’t gotta ask me twice!” Dana cheered.
Jill smiled to herself. She wanted to make sure her boss had plenty to eat.