by theapes » Tue Feb 16, 2021 12:50 pm
*
A cold breeze passed through the warehouse on the cold November day. It wasn’t even December yet but snow had already fallen the night before, a testament to the unusually cold weather for this time of year. Worse, there was no heat in any section of the warehouse outside of the breakroom and offices, so traveling between the two meant she was hit with a blast of frigid air.
“Cheapskate can’t even keep this place warm. How am I supposed to stay here in January when it’ll be even colder?”
Madison angrily dragged her chair closer to the portable space heater and rubbed her hands together, hoping this little bit of activity would warm her up. It did, but not sufficiently. She rolled her eyes in disapproval but kept at it, thinking any bit of warmth was better than nothing.
As she leaned in more to get closer to the portable heater, her shirt, which she kept tucked in, came untucked. She felt this occur and pulled the fabric again to tuck it back into place. The material felt like it had less give than usual. It was still baggy, just not as much as it had been day one.
“Have to use different detergent. This one is shrinking everything.”
Madison thought back to Thanksgiving three days ago and how her jeans and sweater seemed tighter than she expected them to. It had been a bit of a struggle to get them over her thighs and when she sat down she felt like they were going to burst at both her waist and rear. She dreaded getting up for fear that things would rip when she tried sitting back down.
Luckily, for her, that did not happen but as she was preoccupied with this, she failed to notice some of the looks her family had given her, both when she arrived and when she kept going for food.
“Oh, another serving of yams, Mad? Must not have eaten today”, her mother said.
Her mother, a woman who ran half marathons and did miles on her exercise bike every morning, had always looked after her daughter and her weight. She never openly commented on it, but she would make snide little comments that acted like a button that would put Madison in a panic and make her go back to not eating and exercising. On this day, however, it appeared that the button was broken because Madison did not pay her mother any mind as she made comments about her appetite. She simply helped herself to a second plate and a little extra mashed potatoes before preparing herself for dessert.
Her brother also made some comments at dinner but she paid him no mind either, letting him go back to bragging about his college football team being undefeated this late in the season. It was as if a barrier had been place around her brain, preventing her from coming to terms with the obvious; she had put on weight.
It was not an earth-shattering amount by any stretch of the imagination, but it was definitely enough to be noticeable, especially when she was not in her work uniform. It was maybe 15 pounds but it showed, mostly in her boobs and butt. Her breasts had softened up and her rear had begun to spread out, going from firm but shapely to shapely but loose. Her cheeks had gained a bit of a jiggle to them as she would walk around her apartment in only her panties, trying to find clothes that fit. Anything that did not was just thrown onto her Peloton.
That bike had been collecting dust for a while, having gone unused since her second week of work. Now, having been employed for just over two months, Madison was using it more as a clothes holder than anything else, ignoring her reminders on her phone that she hadn’t used the machine in weeks. She was so drained after work that she simply didn’t want to do anything but sleep, and on days off she was too busy trying to catch up on sleep, TV and shopping that working out was the last thing on her mind.
Without even realizing it, Madison had become not only bored, but complacent. When she wasn’t at work she would veg out in front of the TV, putting on a cozy pair of sweats and just watching things that were doing nothing but rotting her brain. The once energetic teaching hopeful was being replaced by a lazy woman who didn’t want to do anything but relax. It was not clear if this funk would ever break.
*
The cold New York weather continued as December turned into January. It seemed everyday was another snowstorm, turning the days and nights into dark and dreary settings that did nothing but make people want to stay at home and do nothing.
That was especially true for Madison, who was dreading having to go to work. She had been forced to work a 14 hour shift the day before and had still not gotten caught up on sleep, making her eyes blurry and her body achy. She let out a large yawn and then sighed when she realized she had to start getting ready for her shift.
“Dan’s lucky I’m a team player and that I got paid double time, otherwise I’d have told him to shove it” she said out loud as she went about grabbing her uniform off of her exercise bike, which was now only used as a clothes rack.
She took off her gray sweatshirt and sweatpants and put them on the side. They were part of some gifts her parents had purchased for her for Christmas. She had asked for a new iPad but when she received the package in the mail (her parents had gone to Florida for the holiday and her brother was still on his college campus), she only found pairs of sweat pants, leggings, and some shirts with a note saying:
“You probably need these more than the iPad, though I’m told Apple has some good exercise programs. You should look into them, my dear.”
The clothes were something she had not expected nor wanted, and she was going to return them for store credit, that is until she tried them on. They were not as roomy as her mother had thought they would be, but they were definitely more comfortable than what she had been wearing. These she could actually move around in without a piece of fabric pinching her stomach or something riding up her butt. These were, close to the right size.
However, the ten pounds she had packed on since getting them were putting them close to the tight category, which Madison continued to attribute to her washing habits. Sure, she had changed the detergent twice, stopped using fabric softener, even took them to a dry cleaner. No matter what she did, things still clung to her body more and more each time she wore them. The brown-haired woman though always found an excuse for things no longer fit properly, never once thinking to jump on the scale.
If she had, she’d have realized it wasn’t things shrinking in the wash but the fact her stomach was now very doughy and bulging and her hips had spread out while her rear looked like it had been attached to an air hose. Her beige panties were stretched wide over her ass, showing off bits of cheek and cellulite that was forming. Her breasts were doing their own thing, trying to burst from the tops of her bra, only doing more harm than good as they pressed tightly against the lycra spandex and causing Madison pain. She grunted and decided to take it off. Her uniform was still baggy and she wouldn’t be seeing anyone until the early morning, no one would know.
“Much better” she said to no one in particular as she tossed the bra aside and put on her uniform.
With everything on, she took one look in the mirror, ignoring the growing double chin, grabbed her keys and went off to work.
*
Madison slurped noisily on her 24 ounce cup of coffee, her eyes blurry from having starred at the monitors for so long. She rubbed them to get into better focus but it did next to nothing. The clock read 2:41 am, meaning she still had roughly 4 hours to go before her shift would end.
“That’s if, urp, Hayden comes in on time.”
Madison shook her head thinking about her older coworker, remembering how he would never come in on time and made her wait to be able to get home and sleep. Really, he was completely selfish and Madison hated him for it.
She leaned back in her chair, yawned, and then winced as she felt the buttons on her uniform press tightly into her body. Her breasts were constricted and she felt like her pants button was about to rip through her stomach. She hastily reached down and undid the button, letting her lightly tanned flesh pour out and force the zipper down.
“I’m going to have ask for a new uniform too. This sucks.”
She did not even fathom that her weight had been going up, oblivious to the fact that since her start date back in September, she had packed on well over 50 pounds and had graduated past the “curvy stage” and well into the plump/chubby phase. Her face was much fuller and her once sunken cheek bones had filled in and rounded out nicely, making her appear happier. Her breasts and rear were still the primary benefactors but she had really grown everywhere, even her fingers were thicker, forcing her to leave two of her rings off most days.
“Like I’m going to have to talk to that woman when she does my uniform again, this is too much! If my bony ass can’t fit in these pants, how are they staying in business?”
As she made that statement, she heard laughter coming from the kitchen. It sounded like one, no, two people were laughing at something. Madison figured it was nothing and went back to complaining, only for the laughing to get louder.
“No, no, no. It’s just my imagination. That’s all. Just my imagination.”
She picked up her phone and tried to put music on, but the iPhone would not unlock. She shook it violently but it still would not unlock. All the while, the laughing volume increased. Her face showed signs of fear as she turned her head, the laughter now turning into chortling. Madison grabbed her phone and turned the flashlight on before grabbing what constituted as a weapon for the guards and the rest of the staff, a paper weight shaped like a gavel.
She slowly rose from her chair and began gingerly making her way towards the kitchen, shining her light in every space that was dark and potentially hazardous. She found nothing and thought maybe it was all in her head until the glee emanating from the kitchen turned into name calling.
“Madison, MADISONNNNNNNNNN”, it said, in an eerily haunting tone.
Madison almost crapped her pants when that happened and was ready to turn and run but then decided to stand her ground.
“Some-someone is probably playing a prank on me. I’ll, I’ll just go in there and throw this gavel at them, th-that’ll show them!”
Tentatively, she inched to the door, clutching the crystal gavel in her right hand and her large phone in the left. She took a deep breath and jumped into the kitchen in an “a-ha” moment.
Her eyes picked up nothing as she glanced around, seeing nothing. She stood back up straight, allowing her clothes to relax, though at this point two buttons had popped on her dress shirt, exposing her bra and upper belly.
“Gu-guess it really was nothing. Ha-ha-ha” she said, nervously laughing.
Just then, the lights went on and Madison closed her eyes before letting them readjust to the brightness. When they did, what she saw almost made her faint.
Standing before her were two creatures, barely two feet tall and hairless. They had what appeared to be a gray body suit on and their eyes were yellow. Both of their bodies were uniform and looked sexless, nothing but “skin” or “clothing” where identifiable sex parts should have been.
The “taller” one, who she assumed was in charge, giggled as it looked at Madison, pointing a long, crooked finger in her direction. There were no nails on the fingers and the other creature, whose eyes were a duller shade of yellow, laughed it up as well and poked it’s friend in it’s spindly arm.
“He-he, you think we’re NOTHING? How wrong you are, Madison!”
Madison dropped her phone, which bounced off her boot and then onto the floor. She ignored the pain in her appendage and tried to make a break for the door, but felt something holding her back. When she gathered enough strength to turn her head, she noted the two beings were extending their arms, almost as if they had a rope in each hand that was tied to her, preventing her from moving. Sweat flew from her face as she squirmed, trying to break free.
“Let, let me go! Help! Help!”
“Oh, Madison, we are here to help you!”
Madison still did not believe them and struggled more her clothes not seeming up to the task. Each twist and turn cause another button to pop and another seam to tear. For now, the uniform was still covering up most of her adequately, but if she kept moving frantically, she might be walking out naked. She paid this no attention, as escaping was the only thing on her mind now.
“I don’t believe you! People who want to help don’t tie someone up with imaginary ropes or whatever the fuck it is you’re doing!”
She yelled at them as they just laughed. She kept wiggling until finally she felt free.
She almost fell due to all the momentum her efforts had generated but thankfully caught herself and steadied things until she was stable. She grabbed the wall and held it tightly as she tried to regain her strength, balance and breath. She was completely winded from the most physical activity she had done in just over five months.
“You’re right, we’re sorry. Forgive us?”
The creatures were in front of her again, smiling once more. Their teeth were flat and yellow, just like their eyes. They looked ridiculous but felt menacing, in a weird way. They were not physically imposing but something about them led Madison to believe if she tried fighting with them again, she would really get hurt. So she decided to stay alert but listen.
“I don’t know. You said, you said you wanted to help me. How so?”
“Well, you are overly bored at this place, rightttttt?”
“And you wish the hours would just go bye so quickly, righttttt?
Madison pondered the two questions for a moment.
“Yeah, so?”
They smiled and hopped up and down, revealing that the gray “bodysuits” were actually their real flesh and blood.
“We’re here to keep you entertained, silly? Who do you think has been leaving you all these goodies out the past few months? We know you’re bored so we’re trying to help out!”
She still couldn’t figure out “how” they were helping her as just leaving food really wasn’t making the nights pass that much faster.
“Um, ok. However, I’m still always bored all the time. And I don’t think eating all the time is the answer to anything.”
The more authoritative one of the creatures shook it’s head.
“That’s because you really HAVEN’T tried it, now have you? You have to give in a little for it to go faster and cure that boredom!”
The other one nodded in agreement.
“Exactly! And don’t you remember how much fun you had having those eclairs last week and how it seemed like an hour passed without you realizing it?”
The leader smiled, though Madison didn’t detect him trying to be deceitful.
“Just let go a little and let us handle things! We’ll make your nights SO much more fun! We’re not going to hurt you; we’re just going to make you happier!”
It walked up to her and extended a hand. Madison wanted to push it down and just get out of there, but something made her think to what they had said. Things really did seem to go faster when they left out treats. And a little snack wouldn’t really hurt too much, right? She could always work it off if she somehow did gain weight.
“Fine, I guess I’ll let you guys ‘help’. But no funny business, ok?”
She extended her hand and shook the creatures hand. It was very firm and felt just how it looked, like a bony rock.
“Excellent! Let’s get started, shall we? By the way, I’m Crassus and this is Pinguis. Nice to meet ya, Madison!”
“Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you both. Now what?”
They both smiled at one another and snapped their fingers.
“Simple” they yelled in unison, “You eat!”
Behind them on the breakroom table, two pizza pies materialized, one slathered in cheese and sausage and the other in cheese and chicken cutlets. Madison’s mouth watered and without thinking, she reached for her first slice.
“We’ll just bring these to your desk, no need for us to hide anymore. You ready?”
Madison just mumbled something through bites of delicious pizza and followed her new friends back to her desk.
The two beings smiled at one another as they heard Madison chewing loudly, though she was too focused on eating to pay it any mind.
“We got another one, Crassus.”
“I think so, Pinguis. I think so.”