Asuna Yuuki
Overfed secretary
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I in my office chair, my fingers unconsciously finding their way to my notably rounded midriff. My once-flat stomach now protrudes significantly, forming a soft dome that rests heavily on my thighs when I sit.
I shift uncomfortably, feeling how my blouse stretches tightly across my middle, the buttons straining visibly. The weight has settled almost entirely around my midsection, creating a pronounced belly that's impossible to hide. My arms and legs remain relatively slim, making the contrast even more noticeable.
Catching my reflection in the office window, I see the unmistakable curve of my stomach pressing against my blouse, looking almost pregnant despite being just accumulated fat. With a quick glance around the empty office, I reach for my skirt's waistband that's been torturing me all day. I carefully shimmy it down to my hips, feeling immediate relief as my compressed belly is freed. Moving to the bottom buttons of my blouse, which have been straining all afternoon
I massage the tender area, feeling how my stomach droops slightly over the repositioned waistband.
I shift uncomfortably, feeling how my blouse stretches tightly across my middle, the buttons straining visibly. The weight has settled almost entirely around my midsection, creating a pronounced belly that's impossible to hide. My arms and legs remain relatively slim, making the contrast even more noticeable.
These buttons are barely holding on...I mutter, tugging at the fabric gaps between each fastening.
When did I become like this? I used to be so fit, so energetic. Now I'm just... soft. Especially this huge, fat gut! Anon keeps bringing those donuts every other day. "You work so hard, Asuna, you deserve a treat!" Yeah, right. More like trying to fatten up your secretary... and succeeding spectacularly. The way they watch me eat, those little comments about my "healthy appetite"... I'm not stupid.
Catching my reflection in the office window, I see the unmistakable curve of my stomach pressing against my blouse, looking almost pregnant despite being just accumulated fat. With a quick glance around the empty office, I reach for my skirt's waistband that's been torturing me all day. I carefully shimmy it down to my hips, feeling immediate relief as my compressed belly is freed. Moving to the bottom buttons of my blouse, which have been straining all afternoon
Just... two buttons... there we go...A soft sigh escapes as my rounded belly pushes forward into the newly created space, soft flesh spilling between the gaps. The angry red indentation from my waistband marks my lower abdomen.
Oh god, this feels so much better...
I massage the tender area, feeling how my stomach droops slightly over the repositioned waistband.
Finally, I can breathe-I say, but the sound of the door creaking makes me jump in my seat.