“And then he tried begging for his job! But ole’ Edward here said no and sent him packing! What a fucking trooper!”
Vince laughed and kept telling the story of Ed firing Rick. It had been three months ago and people in the office still talked about it. Ed had tried being nice, simply saying Rick was let go. He knew his wife would be annoyed but it was the best he was going to do.
Rick however did not take it well and started yelling, saying Ed was being mean spirited and not understanding the situation he was in. He said his wife cheated on him and he needed the job to hire the best lawyer. Ed even said he was getting his Christmas bonus and a month’s pay but Rick kept at it. His rants grew louder and louder until Thelma walked in. Rick yelled at her for getting involved with something that wasn’t her business.
It seemed as if having someone else in the room reenergized Rick and he began shouting back, telling Rick how pathetic he was for yelling at someone higher up on the food chain and that his problems weren’t Ed’s or the firms problems. If he didn’t want to accept their generosity, then he could go to hell. Rick tried firing back another verbal tirade but Ed had had enough and had security called. Rick was left kicking and screaming as Ed told him to learn a new trade and not lie anymore. The whole scene had made Ed something of a hero to the board members and higher ups, not so much to the lower leveled employees. Assistants respected him for standing up for Thelma but the workers in the other departments were terrified of him. They’d say hello with their heads down when they passed, frightful that they’d fire him.
At first, this confused him and made him feel bad but as the story spread and he was getting praise from all the important people in the company, he relished the scared and timid employees as they cowered under him. He would feel himself get so hard that he’d constantly duck back into his office after those encounters and will his erection to go away. The only other alternative was to eat, using food to assuage his arousal. It usually did the trick.
These stories also turned on his wife to no end, who was already loving the firing video. She’d text him throughout the day when she wasn’t busy shopping, eating, or getting spa treatments, that she was going to get off on his bad assery before sending him a lewd text. This only further complicated things for him as he then had to eat even more to contain himself.
After a month of this, Ed confronted her and told her not to do this anymore. At first she thought he meant no sending lewd texts but he told her that she had to wait, just like he did. She pouted at first and tried to get her way but he refused, standing firm once more. He told her that she wasn’t going to enjoy herself while he suffered. He’d still tell her about all the awkward experiences the “peasants” had with him, but she was not to masterbate. She couldn’t believe how authoritative he was and agreed, but not before letting him have her way with him first.
“How do you, cope with that at work babe” she asked, pulling her panties up over her thighs.
“I, gasp, do one of two things. I think about sports or I just eat. Tends to take my mind off sex.”
Alex knew she wouldn’t be thinking about sports but found that food and shopping were very easy ways to not think about sex. She would order things online and munch away, having Albert make her more desserts during the day, things she could munch on with one hand while she browsed the web with the other. After a while she didn’t even think about getting laid until her husband came home, such was her new habit.
This, coupled with their lack of exercise, having a chef, spending most weekends with at least one of the other obese couples, and just overall greed, had caused the young married couple to absolutely explode in weight. In just over 26 months, both Edward and Alexis had put on more than 200 pounds. It had been quite the transformation, going from emaciated to normal, then to chubby, then to plump, then obese, and now to morbid obesity in just 2 plus years but they had done it.
Ed had turned into a stereotypical ‘fat cat’ from political cartoons in the early 1900s: completely oval face, multi-chinned, a beard, jowls, wide chest with moobs drooping on to his belly, one that stood out several inches in front of him and resting on his thighs, even when he stood. He had gotten fat all over, thick thighs widening to support his massive frame and developing cankles. Even his ass was getting rather round to the point that Alex teased him that she wanted to see him in a thong. He had not obliged but she was wearing him down. His current suit was strained across his globular stomach, unable to be buttoned anymore by the 391 east coast supervisor.
Alexis had blossomed just like her husband, though she did not carry it as well as he did. She was much shorter than her husband, almost a foot shorter to be exact, and while Ed did not do much moving in the office, it was more like marathon training compared to the exercise his wife did. Alex made no unnecessary movements anymore and it clearly showed.
Her days literally consisted of getting up at 10, having whatever buffet styled breakfast Albert made for her, then taking a long bath before getting dressed. From there it depended on if she was seeing her friends or not. If she was not, she would simply put on her custom silk bathrobe and waddle into the den to watch TV. Albert would come by every so often to provide her with more snacks and she would happily accept them, informing him what was good and not that day.
She would then have a late lunch, usually around 2, typically a big sandwich of some sorts, served with fruit and some potato dish. Then she’d have another ‘light’ snack before changing into her dinner wear for her husband to get home. The two of them would then feast on the exquisite dishes the chef would make before having an after dinner drink and snack before retiring into the bedroom for some sex and sleep.
This helped Alex go for 112 pounds to a robust 339 pound woman during Ed’s rise to the top. She was fully double and soon to be triply chinned, though her makeup was always on point. Her neck had continued to vanish, now due to the combination of her growing breasts, shoudlers and sinking jowls. Still, if you looked closely you could see one of the numerous diamond necklaces her husband had purchased for her over the years. Her beefy arms were easily 24 inches, swallowing up most of her elbows in the process and moving about whenever she ate. Her fingers had grown plump like sausages and she was presently wearing her fourth resized wedding band.
Her breasts were still going up the ladder on the alphabet, presently in the I range, though probably not for much longer. Her belly had grown into a full hanging paunch, one that was obscuring access to her pussy, though she had no problems just lifting it up for her husband to get through. Her thighs were pressed together all the way to the knees, those flabby, pocketed with cellulite masses that were once legs were growing ridiculously large, the thigh fat obscuring her knees in both the front and back. Her cankles were another prominent feature, though nothing more prominent than her ass. It had completely shelved out, easily capable of holding TWO bottles of booze at a time (they had indeed tested that). It had widened out considerably and they had already made plans to widen the door frames in the house just in case she got bigger (which they anticipated).
Still, even though Alex’s ass was devouring chairs and her hips were still hanging over the sides of even the largest custom furniture, or that Ed’s belly prevented him from being able to get shoes on without sitting down, neither of them had any complaints. They viewed their growing size as if it related to their growing cultural status. They almost believed that the fatter they got the more wealthy they were, though neither would admit it. Ed still had one goal left, after all, and that was to get on the board.