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Baxter shifted in his seat, watching carefully. The doe on the other side of the video scribbled down the answer to his last question. Should he say something else? He glanced down to the bottom of the screen, only ten minutes left in the interview. He was dressed in the first suit he'd ever purchased with his own money. For a caribou that never wore anything more formal than a polo shirt and shorts without extra pockets, he felt overdressed. He could feel sweat beading down his back which only added to his discomfort. He shifted in the only vaguely office-like chair in the apartment, finally drawing the attention of his interviewer.

"Something wrong, Mr. Gibbons?" The doe asked. She was dressed in a jacket and blouse, and looked entirely at home in her office. Baxter could see a few staggered pictures in the background along with what looked like a family photo. He hoped the angle of his laptop camera didn't catch the movie poster behind him. This was the first time in a month he'd managed to snag an actual interview and he wasn't going to blow it just because of his roommates interior decorating skills.

"Oh, no, nothing at all Miss Varley," Baxter replied, fighting the urge to tug at the tie which felt like it was starting to strangle him. "Did you need me to add anything else?"

"No, that was good." She replied, adding a few extra notes to the paper just off camera. "And please, call me Janet. I just have one final question."

"Ask away." Baxter said, bracing himself for what might come next.

"When can you start?"

There is something that reduces a person when they must hunt for a job. The constant searching and stress. The intense need to prepare and scrutinise their past employment. The hoops that have to be jumped through just for the slim hope of getting into an interview. The lies upon lies that a person had to shill in regards to work ethic and how much they want to work at a business only to be turned away with a thank you for their time, and that's only if they're lucky. Baxter had been left twisting in the wind so many times by employers who didn't even have the decency to call him that he was starting to feel like laundry left on the line. At twenty seven he'd started to lose hope of finding a job again. Though, he did consider himself lucky that his lack of employment wouldn't have immediately put him out on the street.

The caribou had sat through the rest of the interview in almost a daze. Janet Varley had kindly gone over the information that she'd be sending him through email. The forms HR would need for payroll and getting him a work ID. He'd have to come in for orientation before he could officially start, but he'd be paid for that time. A full time job. It was only data entry, nothing fancy or demanding, but it came with benefits and decent pay. When the call finally ended, Baxter didn't know whether to cheer or cry.

He walked out of the half of the living room that served as the apartment's dining room in a daze. His roommate was seated on the couch, headphones on. Baxter shared his space with a hefty rat named Franco. The rat looked up from the tv and tugged his headphones off.

"How'd it go?"

"I start tomorrow." Baxter replied, unable to quite believe the whole ordeal of job hunting was over.

"Hell yeah!" Franco replied, pumping his fist in the air and making his ample frame bounce. "I knew you'd get it."

"That's what you said about all the other interviews." Baxter said, making his way to the kitchen to get a celebratory beer.

"Yeah, well, I knew if I kept saying it you'd eventually get one of 'em." Franco replied. "Could'a saved yourself a bunch of trouble and just taken my offer. I told you my dad could have gotten you a job at his company."

"I thought he was saving that for you." Baxter said, grabbing a beer from the fridge and, sensing what would happen if he didn't, grabbed another for Franco and an extra bag of chips.

The keg bellied rat just waved a paw in the air. "Eh, the old man knows I got my career as a streamer to think about."

"Oh yeah?" Franco said, walking back over to the couch and dropping down beside his roommate and high school friend. "How many viewers did you get today? Two? Three?"

"I'll have you know I was up to eight when that guy accidentally raided me." Franco said, grabbing the offered beer from the caribou and gesturing to the tv with it. A flat screen tv had been built into the fake fireplace their apartment sported. Beside the small pile of consoles underneath it was a computer that Franco called his 'streaming rig'. Baxter didn't watch too many streams, but he'd been under the impression that most of them required more work than what Franco put in. He never chatted with his stream, and there wasn't even a camera. Whatever chat messages that came up were usually emoji's of some bird snoring which Baxter could only assume wasn't positive. Whatever the case, Franco was obsessed with breaking into the streaming world in a big way.

"Don't you want something more than just sitting around with people watching you game?" Baxter asked.

The rat rolled his eyes. "Oh come on. Not even five minutes into employment and you're already gonna start lecturing me? Dude, you know as well as I do that that suit and tie crap isn't for me. You really think my dad wants me around his office?"

"I'm not trying to lecture you, man." Baxter replied. "But, don't you want more than just this?" Baxter gestured to the room in general. Strictly speaking, neither of them were total slobs. They were on top of the dishes and the cardboard was kept in a neat pile in the kitchen pantry. Though that wasn't much of a bar to set.

Franco took a drink of his beer. "More? What, spend all my time breaking my back for some company that's gonna pay me barely enough to get by? I might as well get paid doing what I enjoy rather than sit behind a desk and slave away. No offense."

"None taken." Baxter said, deciding to drop it. It was never a topic Franco really enjoyed. The rat had been on track with a football scholarship until an injury had dashed those hopes. The injury had caused Franco's brawny physique to soften. Leaving him with a rather heavy stomach, large arms, and round pecs. His father had been a coach and had pushed Franco towards a career in football. From what Baxter gathered his dad blamed himself for Franco's injury and had decided to let his son do what made him happy. Franco's dad had always been nice to Baxter and had covered his half of the rent when he couldn't pay it. Baxter owed a lot to so many people, it didn't feel right to try and lecture anyone as though he'd gone through life without any help. Anyway, with his new job he could get back to paying rent and make something of himself. For now though, he could finally relax. His long job search was finally over.

The next morning Baxter was up bright and early. He planned to get to his new job as quickly as possible, and it was only after his shower that he realised the unforeseen problem of getting the job so soon. He only owned the one suit. Surely no one would notice if he wore it again?

"So what's this company even do?" Franco asked. He'd been woken up by Baxter's earlier than usual morning commotion and so had come to the kitchen to watch his friend's mini panic attack.

"Uh, it's something to do with programming for satellites or something." Baxter said, silently thanking his past self for loosening his tie instead of undoing it entirely. Though he did find it tricky to get it around his antlers.

"You don't even know what you're gonna be doing? What if they, like, program drones or something?"

"I know what I'll be doing," Baxter said. "I'll figure out what the company does. It's nothing to do with military contracts. They do communication stuff."

"Whatever." Franco yawned. "And stop freaking out. You look fine."

Baxter rushed back into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He'd tossed most of the suit over a chair so it hadn't gotten too wrinkled but it still looked rough. He'd bought the suit off the rack at a discount and it had already been too big for his scrawny frame. Now he looked like a well dressed scarecrow someone had tossed onto the side of the road. Not the kind of look he wanted for his first day. But there was nothing he could do. He just had to hope his new boss didn't judge him too harshly. Janet had emailed him a slew of information that he'd only just looked at that morning. Apparently he was going to be reporting to a Mr. Tham. Baxter didn't have enough time to print off the documents he'd needed to sign and again was forced to hope it wouldn't be a problem. With one last quick rush around the apartment to find his keys, Baxter was out the door, leaving Franco cooking breakfast and waving goodbye.

His new job was with a company called Geotrack. There were numerous locations across the country, with one stationed at the city centre. Baxter had hopped on the bus and made his way downtown to find his new job located in one of the glass skyscrapers that filled the city core. Baxter couldn't imagine how many times he'd walked by the place and never given it a second thought. Inside he found a front desk and a security guard who asked what he was doing there and, if indeed he did work in the building, why didn't he have his ID? Baxter was still trying to explain the entire situation when the guard suddenly snapped to attention. It took a moment for Baxter to realise a shadow was looming over him and he turned to come face to face with the largest horse he'd ever seen.

Baxter had always known horses to be larger than most, but this was amazing. The stallion in question was jet black, with piercing green eyes, a red mane, and looked to be chiselled from black marble. He stood at least a full two feet taller than Baxter's 5'9 and wore a blue button up shirt and tan slacks that strained around the bulging muscle beneath. In his massive hand was a mug that said 'better beached than botched', whatever that meant.

"You must be Baxter!" The stallion said, his voice rolling out like thunder as he stuck his empty hand towards the caribou. "I'm Marshall Tham, the general manager at Geotrack"

"Nice to meet you, sir." Baxter replied, trying to nurse some feeling back into his paw after the handshake.

"Sir? No, I won't have that. Not around here!" Marshall laughed. "You call me Marshall, you got it?"

"Uh yes, si-Marshall." Baxter replied. "I hope I'm not running late. And, uh, sorry about my clothes. It was so sudden, you see, and-"

"Don't you worry about it." Marshall replied with a wave of his large hand. "You can get yourself your new clothes whenever. I'm not about to toss someone out just for a wrinkled shirt." He laughed. The booming of his voice filled the large lobby and for a moment Baxter thought the glass would shatter around them.

"Now, how about we get you upstairs and take care of a little paperwork?" Marshall said, wrapping an arm around Baxter's shoulders. The caribou could do little but let himself get pushed over towards an elevator. The horse pressed a red bracelet he was wearing against a pad beside the call button, and the doors beeped open.

"It'll be a pretty easy day, Baxter." Marshall said as the elevator doors closed. "Just some paperwork, a few HR videos, a chance to meet some of your co-workers. You'll probably be done before lunch!" Baxter nodded along as Marshall tapped the first floor button on the panel. The elevator lowered for a moment before seeming to steady itself and rise up. Baxter was treated to an infinite number of himself and the horse stretching out into the mirrors around them which drove home just how large the stallion was compared to him. He couldn't help but notice how large the elevator was. It looked to be able to carry at least twenty passengers and still have room for more. He put it out of his mind, however, as the doors opened.

The stallion led Baxter through a floor lined with cubicles and filled with furs in ironed shirts chatting to co-workers as they moved from task to task. Marshall waved hello to his employees who greeted him warmly. He even stopped to chat with a few employee's, asking about family and introducing them to Baxter who tried to keep the names straight in his head in the way all new employee's did and failed, as was the custom.

Once they had made their way through a sea of small talk and updates, Marshall led Baxter to a small corner office that seemed barely able to contain the stallion as he slipped around the desk and sat in a chair too large for the space.

"I've had to commandeer Janet's office for this little introduction." Marshall explained. Baxter looked around the room and recognized the decorations. He hoped she wasn't too put out about it.

"Don't worry about Janet, Baxter," Marshall said, reading the look on his face. "I gave her the morning off. She's been working her fingers to the bone trying to get all of our vacancies filled up. You're the last one to take care of so I figured why not shoulder the load a little, eh?"

"That's very kind of you, sir." Baxter said. "Marshall, I mean." He added hastily.

"Don't worry about it." Marshall replied, "I totally get it. Corporate culture, keeping the higher ups happy, all that stuff. It'll take more than a minute for you to get used to the way we do things here. But don't worry about it. Once you get settled in you'll love it here. Now," The horse turned in his chair, bumping his knees against the desk and knocking a few things over. Baxter got up to try and set some of the things back in order while the stallion opened a filing cabinet and pulled out a small stack of papers.

"Let's see here. We've got some insurance forms for you to sign. Some HR forms about safety in the workplace, and then your ID."

Baxter began to read the first paper while Marshall got to his feet.

"I feel like a little snack. You drink coffee?" The horse asked, making his way to the door.

"Oh yeah, just try and stop me." Baxter said. Marshall charitably gave Baxter a laugh. "Ah, how about a doughnut?"

"You've got them here?" Baxter said in amazement. His last job just had a broken coffee maker and a vending machine that only sold mints.

"We've got all sorts of stuff in the break room. Geotrack doesn't want its employee's worrying about food during the day. A fed employee is a happy employee. I'll get ya something while you work."

With that, Marshall vanished. Baxter could hear him chatting as he made his way towards what Baxter assumed was a break room. He was halfway through the paperwork when Marshall returned, bearing a large coffee with cream and sugar beside it and a plate with two doughnuts on it. Baxter stopped mid signature to look at the treats. They weren't the plain cake variety you bought for four dollars a dozen at the grocery store. They looked like the kind you got at a place that sold doughnuts and only doughnuts. They were twice the size of a regular doughnut. One was glazed with what looked like caramel and dusted with chunks of brownie. The other had cookies inserted into the sides of it like delicious razor blades in a Frisbee. Baxter quickly dumped a few of the creamers into his coffee and took a drink. It certainly wasn't instant coffee. It tasted freshly brewed.

"We've got a coffee machine in the office and get the beans from a local coffee shop." Marshall said proudly as he reached into Janet's desk and produced a laptop and a pair of headphones. "Now you just finish up those papers and coffee, no rush, then just open this and watch the videos on here. After that it should be about lunch time and you can head down to the food court."

Baxter was astounded to find there was a lump in his throat, "You've got a food court?" He asked after a moment.

"We've got a food court here, buddy." Marshall laughed, giving Baxter a pat on the back. "Relax, buddy. It's not a dream. We'll talk more at lunch. Just let 'em know you're a new employee and they'll take care of you."

Baxter took a moment to compose himself before getting back to his paperwork, pushing part of a doughnut into his mouth as he worked. His tail wagged in sheer delight at the flavours of the doughnut, the richness of the coffee, and the sheer pleasure of his new surroundings. It was a dream come true.

After the paperwork, and several lengthy videos about workplace appropriate conduct, not to mention the doughnuts and coffee, Baxter started to get hungry. He made his way out of the office and into the sea of unfamiliar faces. All around him employee's were getting on with their tasks. Baxter checked his phone to see that it was almost lunchtime. He just had to make his way down to the food court, wherever that was. Maybe there was someone around he could ask? A quick scan of the office yielded nothing. He couldn't see Marshall and most of the other employees, friendly as they were, looked so stuck in their tasks that it didn't feel right to bother them. On top of that, he didn't have an ID badge yet, so how was he even going to get off this floor? He was just working up the courage to peek his antlered head into a cubicle when he felt someone moving behind him.

Baxter turned to see a rather portly salt and pepper wolf trying to squeeze between him and the water cooler behind him. The canine's heavy, buttoned up belly brushed against Baxter's tail.

"Oh, sorry about that." The wolf said.

"It's okay," Baxter replied, turning towards the canine. "It's a bit of a tight squeeze."

"Heh, it's always a tight squeeze around this thing." The wolf replied, patting his heavy belly affectionately. Baxter tried to ignore the way that belly wobbled. It looked plush and ample. Baxter tried to banish the thoughts of how it would devour his hands if he tried to knead it.

"Something wrong?" The wolf asked.

"Oh! Uh, no, err. I was just uh, looking at your name tag." Baxter stammered, locking onto the lanyard around the wolf's neck. "Nice to meet you, uh, Jacob. I'm Baxter."

"Ah!" The wolf's round muzzle lit up. "You must be the new guy! I heard Marshall giving you a bit of a tour earlier. Nice to meet you!" Jacob thrust out paw which Baxter shook gratefully.

"Thanks, I still feel a bit out of place here." Baxter explained. "Marshall told me to head down to the food court after I was done with some paperwork."

"And you don't know where that is or even how to get there?" Jacob replied, cocking an eyebrow and laughed as Baxter gave him a helpless shrug. "Don't worry, I know how that is. Marshall is a great guy, but he's a little forgetful on little details. But he's a great boss, don't worry. Always makes sure we've got snacks." Jacob gave his belly another affectionate pat. "I was just heading down for lunch myself. Why don't you come with me?"

"That'd be great!" Baxter said, a little more eagerly than he'd intended. "I don't even know where the stairs are."

"Really?" Jacob said as they headed towards the elevator. "It should have been in one of the training videos."

"Oh, uh, yeah." Baxter blushed. He'd been so engrossed with the doughnuts he might have missed a few important bits. Nothing he couldn't find out later, though.

"Don't worry about it." Jacob said as they stepped onto the elevator. He leaned forward and pressed his ID against the panel and hit the button for the ground floor. Baxter followed the wolf through the lobby and past the security desk to a set of escalators that led down to what Baxter had assumed was to a parking garage but turned out to be the food court that Marshall had mentioned earlier. Baxter stared in awe at a variety of different food options. There was BBQ, pizza, burgers, sushi, fish and chips, burritos, Thai, Mexican, Chinese, and a slew of other places he'd never heard of but looked delicious all the same. The other thing that caught Baxter's eye, the same thing that had drawn his attention to Jacob, was the heft of all the employee's that filled the food court.

There were plenty that had similar body shapes to Baxter's and plenty of fit looking ones as well, but it was impossible to deny the prevalence of ample proportions that were on display. Roughly more than half the employee's in line at the different shops were portly or downright fat. The pair were stopped at the entrance of the food court by Marshall. The stallion had been chatting with another employee before spotting the pair and opening his arms wide to welcome them.

"Baxter! I knew you wouldn't have trouble making your way down here! Glad to see you're already getting to know the staff!"

"Hey Marshall!" Baxter replied, lighting up at the sight of the large and welcoming stallion. "Jacob was a big help. I might still be fighting with the elevator if it wasn't for him."

"The elevator?" Marshall said, comprehension suddenly dawning on his face. "Oh!" he shouted, slapping a hand to his forehead. " I can't believe I forgot!" He quickly rummaged into his pocket and pulled out a small key card. "That's your temporary pass, it'll get you into the building and up to the first floor. I hope you weren't stuck for too long."

Baxter took the plain white card and secreted it into his pocket. "No, no, Jacob was a big help."

"Of course he was," Marshall chuckled, giving the wolf a friendly pat on the shoulder. "How about you go get yourself some lunch, pal? I'll take over from here."

Jacob nodded eagerly at the suggestion and gave Baxter a friendly wave before getting in line before a hefty skunk in line for fish and chips. Baxter's eyes lingered on the wolf's frame before he snapped back to attention when he noticed Marshall was watching him.

"Heh, hungry?" Marshall asked. "Let's grab a seat then we can find something to eat." Marshall led Baxter through the lines towards a less crowded portion of the food court, squeezing past a table where a lioness and a fox sat, both sporting stomachs that filled their laps and strained their clothing. Marshall paused for a moment to introduce the pair, Joseph and Sheila. They were from marketing up on the third floor. Baxter waved politely to the pair, not wanting to interrupt their lunch. They both gave him a friendly welcome to the company. Baxter scanned the lanyards around their neck, trying to put their names to memory. They were chatting over a table piled with food. At another table was a polar bear sporting suspenders that helped to keep his mammoth belly under control. He was having a meeting with three other furs who needed an extra chair under their ample rears. Marshall entered into the throng to introduce Baxter. Each one looked up temporarily from their meals to wave at him before digging back in. Marshall chuckled, giving Baxter a nudge.

"Always a mistake to bother an employee when they're in the middle of a meal." He laughed, giving the large bear's belly a pat. "Charlie here is my director of Finance. He does a damn good job of it too, when he's not running up our food bills, of course."

"Nice to meet you," Baxter said. Charlie didn't seem to notice Baxter between bites of the large sandwich he was devouring. He paused only for a moment to grunt in pleasure as Marshall wobbled his belly before digging back in.

"It does get busy around here," Marshall explained as they left the bear and his cohorts behind. "Don't pay them any mind if they seem a little rude. Sometimes you just need a good meal. Catch Charlie when he's not eating and he'll talk your ear off."

"He seemed friendly." Baxter replied as diplomatically as he could. It seemed a bit rude not to introduce himself. But, if someone like Marshall couldn't get a word out of him then Baxter wasn't going to complain. Though the belly rub was a little more forward than he'd expected. His thoughts were interrupted when they found their way to a table and sat down.

"Now, how about some lunch?" Marshall asked. "What were you in the mood for? And don't worry, it's my treat."

Baxter looked around the food court and found himself spoiled for choice. He was amazed to find he was still hungry after that hefty mid-morning snack, but he finally settled on a place that looked like it sold sandwiches. Something light on his first day would be perfect. He didn't want to be passing out in the middle of the afternoon. "How about a chicken wrap?"

Marshall cocked an eyebrow at the choice. For a moment Baxter was worried he'd said something wrong. But the stallion just laughed. "Watching your figure? Don't worry about it, they make great wraps." He jutted a thumb over to the restaurant Baxter had chosen, the one with the shortest line. "you just wait here, I'll go get us some lunch."

Baxter sat back in his chair, relieved. While Marshall went to grab the food, Baxter pulled out his phone and texted Franco.

F: How's it going?"

P: Great! This place is friggin amazing! They have a food court!

F: That's awesome. What's the work like?

P: So far all I've been doing is filling out paperwork

F: Damn. Least you're getting paid for it.

P: Yeah. And my boss is great! He's this huge horse named Marshall.

F: Is he hot?

P: What? Why do you care?

F: Sounds like a yes to me, man. You gonna ask him out?

P: What? Shut up! He's my boss! What's wrong with you?

F: Nothing man. I just figured if you got a hot boss you'd wanna do stuff with him.

P: I never said he was hot.

F: So he's not hot?

P: What? No, he's pretty good looking. Why do you even care?

F: Man I don't know. Isn't that the kind of thing you ask about? Office gossip and shit?

P: Where are you getting this stuff? No, that's not what you ask about in a new job.

F: Alright fine. So what's the pay like? Decent?

P: Man I told you last night the pay is fine. I'm gonna be doing data entry work.

F: Right, well just bring home some leftovers or something. I gotta get back to my stream.

P: Yeah, good luck.

Baxter stuffed his phone back into his pocket as Marshall returned with a tray piled with food. Baxter could see three large wraps along with a pile of curly fries and two drinks. One of the cups looked like a coffee while the other was the size of something you'd get from a corner store slushy machine. The tray was set down in front of the caribou with a heavy thunk. Marshall grabbed the coffee off the tray and gestured to the food.

"There we go. I wasn't sure what kind you'd want so I got a couple extra." Marshall said, taking his seat across from Baxter.

"Thanks," Baxter replied, looking dubiously at the pile of food. It all looked delicious but he worried about letting so much go to waste. There was no way he could eat all that food. He grabbed one of the wraps and, thinking he shouldn't just be ignoring his boss, and added, "So, how'd the morning go?"

"Oh it was fine. Just a couple phone meetings and some paperwork. But don't worry about me," Marshall said, sipping on his drink, "How are you finding things?"

"This place is great!" Baxter replied, taking a bite of his sandwich. Baxter had eaten at plenty of food courts in his life, but nothing could have prepared him for the quality of that first bite. The chicken wrap was stuffed with grilled chicken and sauce. The cheese inside was melted perfectly and the wrap had a delicious crunch. How did a food court manage to pull off such quality? He moved from the sandwich to the fries. Unlike other curly fries he'd eaten. These were cooked perfectly and covered in spice. He dipped them in a small pot of aioli and groaned at the flavours. It was amazing!

"I'm glad you've been enjoying yourself. We're happy to have you here. I've already spoken to a few of the staff and they said you've been nothing but polite and friendly to everyone." Marshall said, offering the large cup to Baxter who took it gratefully. He took a long drink and found it was filled with a rich chocolate shake.

"Mmph, really?" Baxter said, wiping his muzzle clean with a napkin. "I don't think I've said more than a couple words to anyone besides you and Jacob."

"Ah, don't sell yourself short, Baxter. People can always tell when someone is the right fit. And I trust my employee's when it comes to new co-workers. Janet made the right choice in hiring you. I know we can expect big things from you soon enough."

"Wow, thanks Marshall.," Baxter said, meaning every word. "That really means a lot to me."

"Don't worry about it." Marshall said, waving away the compliment. His eyes drifted to his watch and he slapped his forehead. "Damnit, here I am talking your ear off when I've got work to do! Sorry to leave you high and dry, Baxter, but I've got a meeting to get to. You can find your way back to the elevators alright?"

"Oh yeah," Baxter said, his words muffled through a mouthful of fries. "I'll be fine."

"Great to hear it," Marshall said, rising to his hooves. "Just head on up when lunch is over and we can get on with the rest of your orientation." Baxter spent the rest of the lunch hour focusing on his food. He finished off the first wrap and was surprised to find himself still hungry. He bit into the second and found it was a BBQ chicken wrap, one of his favourites. He quickly demolished the wrap while eating the last of the fries. The final sandwich was a bit more than he could handle. As delicious as a chicken caesar wrap was, Baxter was just too stuffed to finish it. He left the half eaten wrap on his tray and idly checked his phone while he digested. When the hour was up, he got up from the table with a grunt and tossed out his garbage before heading to the elevator. By most of the other staff had already headed out, leaving him alone to make his way back, not that it bothered Baxter. He was still a little shy around so many new faces.

He got onto the elevator with his keycard and looked at the touch screen. He was a little surprised to see that the first floor was the only option available to him. He'd seen touch pads in other buildings and they always showed every floor, but this one had just one large button for first, despite the sign in front of the elevator listing twenty different floors. He was still puzzling over it when he heard a deep voice calling from the lobby.

"Hold the door!"

Baxter quickly pressed the door button and stepped aside just as the enormous polar bear from the food court came barreling in like a large white boulder. He managed to step aside to avoid getting crushed up against the back of the elevator by that wall of barely contained belly.

"Thanks," The bear said, wiping his brow with a massive paw.

"Oh, no problem, uh," Baxter strained his neck around the heft of the bear's belly to see the lanyard resting in the cleft of his enormous moobs. "Charlie."

"You must be the new guy," Charlie replied, looking Baxter over. "Saw ya talking to Marshall."

"Yeah, he's been showing me around today." Baxter said, remembering the bear's position. "It's nice to meet you Charlie, sir."

"Hey," The bear replied with a grunt. Even though he was only a few inches taller than the caribou, his enormous girth made Baxter feel puny compared to him. "Marshall doesn't like being called sir and neither do I. Just Charlie will do."

"Right, sorry." Baxter said, taking another step back, his eyes drifting back around to spot the width of the bear's backside. He tried to chastise himself but it was so hard. There were so many ample fellas roaming around that he couldn't keep his eyes off them. Thankfully, the bear didn't seem to notice Baxter ogling his rump. His gaze was only broken when he caught sight of Charlie's gaze in the mirror. Baxter felt his cheeks turn red as he turned his gaze towards the floor.

"So, you work on the first floor?" Charlie chuckled. Baxter just nodded. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Marshall seems to like you."

Baxter was about to thank him when he felt the elevator lurch. His stomach dropped for a moment and he looked about frantically but Charlie didn't seem to mind. There was a beep as the bear waddled towards the panel which suddenly listed up to the tenth floor.

"It's for security." Charlie explained when he saw Baxter staring at the panel. "Can't have just anyone going around the building, ogling who they like."

Baxter kept his muzzle clapped shut while the bear chuckled, tapping the first and tenth floor button.

"It was nice to meet you, Charlie." Baxter said. He made a move to leave but the bear stood firmly in the doorway. "If I could just, uh, get past."

"Go right ahead." The bear replied, giving Baxter a wry grin as he pressed his paws into the side of his stomach. Baxter felt his cheeks growing redder as he was forced to press himself against the side of the bear's enormous belly to get off the elevator. He tried to keep his paws from pressing into him but the moment he was wedged between the door and the bear, Charlie moved closer, forcing Baxter to press his paws into the sides of that belly and heave it aside. It was warm and soft, even under the shirt that contained it. Baxter's mind was filled with thoughts of spending a few hours planted under that massive rump or just kneading that belly after a good meal. He kept his eyes from catching the bear who, finally feeling sorry for Charlie, took a step back, letting him stumble off the elevator.

"See you later, Baxter." Charlie said, giving Baxter a wink and wave as the doors closed. Baxter took a moment to compose himself and catch his breath before heading back to Janet's office. He found it empty when he got there, save for a note pinned to a small pile of paperwork signed by Marshall. The stallion apologised for having to leave Baxter twisting in the wind once again, but the meeting had gone long. Could he please get a few more things signed and go over a few more policies? It would be the last time he'd be left alone that day, he promised. Baxter shrugged as he sat down at the table to continue with what seemed like an inordinate amount of paperwork for just getting hired. He went through a few more medical forms which required him to look through his phone for old addresses of doctors to confirm he didn't have any underlying health issues. When that was finally finished there came a knock at the door. He looked to see a heavyset crocodile standing in the doorway.

"You must be the new guy." the crocodile said. "My name's Derek, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Derek," Baxter replied, getting to his feet and shaking the reptile's hand. "What's up?"

"Just wanted to invite you for a cup of coffee." Derek replied. "Figured I could show you where the break room is while I'm at it."

"Sounds good to me." Baxter replied, following the crocodile out of the room. They moved around the outside perimeter of cubicles and into a side room.

"Oh, damnit, the lights are out." Derek said as he entered the room. "Can you hit the lights?"

Baxter reached his hand over the wall beside the door and fumbled for the switch. When he flipped it on he was hit with a wave of sound as over a dozen furs jumped out at him.

"Surprise!" They shouted, throwing streamers and pawfuls of confetti at him. Baxter stood in stunned silence at the entire population of the first floor who had crammed themselves into the sizable break room. Marshall stood at their centre, laughing happily as he caught sight of Baxter's expression.

"Sorry buddy," The horse laughed, wrapping an arm around Baxter and guiding him towards a table where a large sheet cake sat. The words 'Welcome aboard Baxter' were written in red icing. Half the cake had already been handed out, along with half of a six foot long hoagie. "It's just a little something we do for new hires. Didn't mean to give you a heart attack."

"No, I'm fine." Baxter replied, letting the stallion serve him a huge slice of cake. He was still stuffed from lunch, but he didn't want to look ungrateful. He took a forkful of cake into his mouth and was amazed at how good it was. Usually cakes like this were bought from a grocery store. But the cake tasted far too rich and authentic to be something mass produced. Had they gotten this specially made? As he ate the cake he was introduced to even more furs around the office. All of them happy to get to know him and happy to have him on staff. Baxter couldn't remember feeling more at ease at work. So much of his work had been retail and warehouse work. It was nice to have such a relaxed atmosphere.

His co-workers soon filtered out, leaving Baxter with a stuffed belly and Marshall for company. He'd polished off a slice of cake and a chunk of the sandwich and was sitting on a chair beside the table, rubbing his stuffed gut.

Marshall leaned against the table beside him, his arms crossed under his pecs.,"So, what do you think of Geotrack?"

"It's pretty awesome, I gotta say." Baxter said, stifling a burp. "Can't believe I really got a job here."

"Well, don't expect all this kinda pomp and circumstance tomorrow. We still got work to do." Marshall replied.

"Of course, Marshall, I won't let you down." Baxter said, truly meaning it.

"Heh, I know you won't, buddy. And don't worry. Things are relaxed around here. If you have any issues just ask Janet. You'll be answering to her tomorrow."

Baxter couldn't help but feel a little crestfallen. With Marshall around it didn't even feel like work, not that he'd done much that day. There was just something about the horse that made Baxter want to please him. He was just so sure of himself and eager to see the best in Baxter. How could he possibly let him down?

"Well, Why don't we box this stuff up and you can take it home with you?"

"So soon?" Baxter said. He normally would have refused the food but the sandwich and cake were delicious. "But it's only three thirty."

"Ah, don't worry about it. There's not much else to do today. Unless you just wanna sit in here and eat cake." Marshall chuckled, wiping a bit of frosting off of Baxter's tie. "Why not head out and buy yourself a couple new shirts and ties?"

"Alright, I will!" Baxter said, getting up after a moment, letting out a sudden belch. "oomph, sorry."

"Heh, it's alright." Marshall said, giving Baxter another smile and heading for the door. "I'm gonna grab those forms you filled out. Welcome aboard, Baxter!"

"Thanks, Marshall!" Baxter called, watching the horse stride out of the room. He watched the stallion's tail flick about over his tight backside, causing Baxter to blush again. He really needed to stop ogling everyone. He'd gotten lucky with that bear, but he didn't want to think about what'd happen if Marshall caught him doing anything like that. He had to get better control of himself. But it was so hard with so many good looking furs around. He just had to try harder. He resolved to keep himself under control as he bagged up the rest of the food and made his way back to the elevator. He waved to a few employee's on his way out. As far as first days went, it wasn't half bad.

"Need any help?" Franco called from the couch. He watched as Baxter sidled through the door to the apartment, his arms filled with bags and boxes.

"Oh no, I'm fine," Baxter grunted, making his way to the kitchen and dumping several bags onto the counter, "Not like I brought home food or anything."

"For real?" Franco said, jumping to his feet and inspecting the bags Baxter had left on the counter while the caribou sifted through the bags of shirts and ties he'd picked up.

"Yeah, just some leftovers from the welcome party they had for me at work." Baxter said with more than a little relish.

"A party? For you?" Franco said, already stuffing part of the hoagie into his mouth. "Mmphh, lucky, I didn't know they did that kinda stuff anymore."

"Do what, throw people parties?" Baxter asked as he hunted around his bags for the receipt.

"Yeah, isn't that just something they do in sitcoms?"

"You really need to get out more." Baxter said, carrying his bags to his room. When he came back, Franco was already digging into part of the cake.

"I would if food like this was at work. Damn this is good." The rat said, pushing a chunk of cake into his mouth while Baxter moved around him to get some for himself.

"Yeah, and they've got a food court. It's a hell of a setup."

"I bet," Franco chuckled, giving Baxter's stomach a poke. "Been sampling a bit yourself there."

"What?" Baxter said, looking down at his shirt. The shirt, which had that morning felt baggy and needed to be tucked in, was ever so slightly rounded. His belt, which he'd drawn to the last hole, was pressing into his belly. "Oh, I was trying on some clothes at the store. I must have gotten one that was too small and worn it home."

"Uh huh," Franco said, licking the frosting from his fingers. "Just don't let all this free food and sitting in a cubicle blimp you up. I'd hate to see ya lose that trim figure." He gave Baxter a grin as the caribou unwrapped part of the hoagie that would make up his dinner.

"Hilarious," Baxter said, leaving Franco to work on his slice of cake while he went to his room to change out of his clothes. He stopped in front of his mirror for a moment and looked at himself in profile. He pushed his stomach out in front of him and gave it a poke. Was it looking bigger? No, Franco was crazy. Besides, the hefty rat was in no position to be talking about Baxter's stomach. The rat's belly almost filled his lap completely. Nonetheless, Baxter still felt the need to go through the rest of his clothes.

Thankfully, there wasn't anything wrong with what he'd bought. Everything still fit just as it had at the store, so no worry about having to return anything. He slipped into a pair of baggy shorts and a t-shirt and joined Franco on the couch for a few hours before heading to his room.

"Leaving so soon?" Franco asked as Baxter got up to leave.

"I can't stay up all night. I've got work tomorrow."

"Right, right. Gotta have your beauty sleep."

"Just keep it down." Baxter said from his door.

"Yeah yeah, I'll be as quiet as a mouse." Franco said, slipping his headphones on. Baxter closed his door and climbed into bed. He'd be starting his real first day at his new job tomorrow, he still couldn't believe it. He just hoped he'd be able to keep up. Marshall seemed to have faith in him. He was determined not to disappoint.

Baxter got to work with plenty of time the next day. Dressed in his newly purchased work outfit, he rushed out of the apartment before Franco even got a chance to complain about the noise. He arrived at work a full twenty minutes before he was supposed to start. He had so much time that he realised he'd forgotten to get anything for breakfast. His stomach growled in anger while he surveyed his options. He could run outside and maybe grab something at the coffee shop down the block, or he could try the food court. It was unlikely that there was anything in the food court open so early, but what was the harm in trying?

Much to his surprise, Baxter found the food court populated with a small group of furs all crowding around what looked like a coffee shop on wheels. Several tables had been moved aside to allow the food truck sized shop to set up in the middle of the food court. The smell of coffee and doughnuts filled the air and Baxted found himself lining up behind several other furs all getting their morning fix. When his turn came up he saw the shop was stuffed to the brim with different treats and pastries. There were no simple glazed doughnuts to be found. The little shop, called Java On The Go, sported cinnamon rolls the size of dinner plates and apple fritters that looked more like pies in denial. A friendly looking flamingo looked down at Baxter and smiled.

"What'll it be, cutie?"

Baxter felt his cheeks redden at that. Cutie? When was the last time someone called him that? His tail began to wiggle in spite of himself. "I'll have a coffee, please. And, I guess, one of those cinnamon rolls." Baxter replied, trying to play it cool. The flamingo gave him a wink and handed down a massive coffee along with the enormous cinnamon roll. He reached for his wallet but the bird just waved it away.

"Employee's get a special first time discount." They said, giving him another wink. "Just don't be a stranger, okay? I hear reindeer get pretty big!"

Baxter mumbled out his thanks as he rushed away from the shop and around to the side where the cream and lids were located. Once there he sat the cup and pastry down and took a deep breath. Why had that rattled him so much? He should have been able to play it cool. And what was that comment about getting big? He chalked it up to just innuendo intended to make him squirm and started gussying up his drink. There were plenty of different spices, sugars, and creams to add to his drink. When he'd finished up he turned around and almost ran straight into Jacob, the wolf he'd met the day before.

"Heya, Baxter!" Jacob said. "I see you found our coffee shop."

"Morning, Jacob," Baxter replied. "What do you mean, 'our'?

"Oh," The wolf replied, fumbling with his purchase and deftly taking a long drink from his hefty latte, getting cream on his muzzle which he tried to lick off. Baxter also noticed the hefty canine had three of those large cinnamon rolls. "It was brought in after the boss noticed staff were leaving the building for coffee or running late."

"No one else knows about it?" Baxter said, following Jacob as he headed for the escalator. "I find that hard to believe."

"It's our little secret." Jacob said, giving Baxter a conspiratorial wink that would have looked more impressive if not for the whip cream plastered over his chubby muzzle. He was still cleaning it off when they reached the elevator, leaving Baxter to call it with his ID and get them both up to the first floor.

"I'll see you around," Jacob said as he stepped off. "How about we grab some lunch? You can ask me anything about the job that Janet doesn't cover."

"Oh, you don't have to do that. Wouldn't want you spending your lunch answering the new guys' questions." Baxter said. Though, in truth, he wouldn't be against seeing more of the canine.

"Ah, it's no trouble," Jacob replied, taking a bite from his cinnamon roll. "I'm always happy to have company during lunch."

"Alright, see you then." Baxter said, waving to Jacob as the wolf made his way down the aisle of cubicles, leaving Baxter to make his way to Janet's office for the rest of his orientation.

He found Janet sitting behind her desk, going over something he assumed was work related on her computer screen. She looked from the screen to Baxter when he knocked on her open office door and smiled. The doe was dressed much as she was during the interview. She wore a light pink jacket and pants combo that was cut to accentuate her curvy form.

"Good morning, Baxter. How're you doing? I see you've gotten yourself something from the coffee shop. I should have texted you to grab me something."

"Just lemme know and I'd be happy to get you something," Baxter said, walking into the office as she gestured for him to enter.

"I was joking, Baxter." She replied. "But just don't offer again. I might take you up on it. You feel like getting down to business?" She slid a small packet of papers towards Baxter. He set down his coffee and looked them over. "It's some prep material for your new job. I'll be going over procedures and server information. It'll be a bit of an info dump so just let me know if I'm going too fast for you."

"I'll keep up, don't worry." Baxter said, tearing a chunk from his cinnamon roll without thinking. It had looked so tasty that he hadn't been able to control himself. A shower of powdered sugar, cinnamon, and chocolate coating spilled over his shirt, pants, and the floor around his seat. "Err, sorry about that."

"Don't worry," Janet replied as she stood up. "I always eat mine in the lobby."

Relieved at that, he stuffed the chunk of cinnamon roll into his mouth and immediately understood why Jacob had so many. It was delicious. The pastry was far flakier than he'd expected and bursting with flavour. He finished off the chunk of roll and followed the doe out of her office. He took another drink from his coffee and tore another chunk off the cinnamon roll as she guided him to what would be his cubicle. She gestured for him to sit down at the desk and laid out a few more papers in front of him, wiping more crumbs off the table and causing him to blush.

"It's all pretty straightforward really," She explained as she turned on the computer. "But we've got our own way of doing things that may take some time for you to get your head around."

What followed for Baxter was a complete dive into the world of data entry. Geotrack handled a large amount of information that had to be collected, curated, and placed into a variety of sources that could be used by clients. The bulk of it was done by computers but there was still plenty that had to be done by staff. Baxter listened as intently as he could, sipping at coffee and working through his snack while Janet went on. After twenty minutes she'd explained the routines he was expected to work with and how to access the various files he'd need. Eventually, when Janet seemed satisfied that he'd gotten the gist of what she'd been explaining, she left Baxter alone to get to work. He polished off the last of his coffee and cinnamon roll and got to work.

What impressed Baxter the most was just how comfortable his cubicle was. The chair he sat in was comfier than anything he'd ever sat in before. He had two monitors on arms able to raise and lower as he needed them. There was ample leg room and even a foot rest. Not to mention the fact that the computer had access to music apps in case he wanted to listen to something. He spent the entire morning listening to podcasts while he delved into his work, amazed that a job like that could even exist. He was so into his work that he missed his first break, which was why Janet swung by his cubicle a little before lunch.

"How's it going, Baxter?"

"Great so far," He said, looking up from his work.

"I'm glad to hear it. I didn't see you in the break room earlier."

"Heh, yeah, I guess I kinda forgot." Much to Baxter's surprise, Janet frowned.

"We can't have that. Management doesn't like to hear workers are skipping breaks. Just take your lunch a little earlier today, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Baxter replied, feeling oddly chastised. He'd never been scolded for not taking a break before. "Sorry."

"It's alright," Janet said, the frown disappearing from her face. "Just try not to let it happen again."

Baxter worked for a few minutes longer before getting up from his desk. It felt a little odd skipping out on work early, but the look Janet had given him told him all he needed to know. There must have been some sort of HR issue in the past that the company was trying to avoid. Well, he wasn't going to complain about still getting his break. He made his way to the elevator, waving to a few other co-workers as he went, and stepped on. He was just tugging his ID out of his pocket when the elevator lurched and started to go up. Baxter was confused at first, he hadn't pressed anything yet. That confusion suddenly turned to panic. He'd been told the other floors were off limits unless you had the proper access. What would they think if they suddenly saw him peeking out from the elevator doors on some high level, off limits floor? He pushed his ID badge to the panel, frantically trying to get the elevator to stop, but there were no other buttons on the panel but the fourteenth floor which was flashing. Baxter took a step back from the door and tried to calm down. It wasn't his fault, he was new. Someone must have called the elevator and he was just going along for the ride. Surely no one would blame him, right?

He was just prepping what he was going to say when the doors opened and he froze in his tracks. There, in front of him, filling the entirety of the elevator's impressive doors, was the largest butt he'd ever seen. The rear was clothed in a pair of black pants that stretched desperately across the expanse of those massive cheeks that rose almost to the height of his chin. His gaze rose up from those cheeks, past a spotted feline tail flick and swish over the shelf of that rear, and onto a white shirt tucked into those pants. A set of suspenders crossed over the back of the behemoth, sunk deep into soft looking back fat. Past that was a pile of yellow and black spotted rolls that culminated in a pair of soft looking ears. From the colours Baxter guessed it was a cheetah, and the fattest one he'd ever seen. He was still gazing in amazement as the heaving blimp took a step backwards, forcing Baxter to back up.

"I'll see you blimps later." The cheetah said, his deep voice muffled by something. Baxter stared at the tree trunk thick legs that kept all that blubber aloft as they slid back further into the elevator. Baxter was forced back until his tail brushed against the back wall and still that rump kept coming.

"Uh, excuse me." Baxter said, trying to get the cheetah's attention. "Could you just move forward a bit? Ugh," His cheeks started to burn as that rear kept coming, pressing around him and pinning him up to his waist in that plush, soft backside. He glanced over at the mirrored walls of the elevator, hoping to get his oblivious attackers attention. He saw the swaddled mass of cheetah's face atop that spotted pile of blubber. The feline's fat features were turned into a look of lazy delight. Both of those sausage fingered paws were holding a massive burrito that was being stuffed into the cheetah's snout.

"Ermphh, hey!" Baxter shouted. The cheetah was still backing into the elevator and that backside was rolling against him like an oncoming tide. He felt the sides of those cheeks spreading around him, smooshing up the walls as the cheetahs bulk crept further up over his chest, almost brushing against his chin. Baxter let out a grunt as the air was forced out of his lungs. He managed to pull one of his arms free from the wall of ass pinning him and reached for the cheetah's suspenders like a mariner reaching for a life preserver. The doors to the elevator closed, causing the cheetah to grunt as they brushed against his belly, making him slide back further. Baxter saw stars as the ass that was crushing him pressed against him harder, pinning him to the wall. The caribou let out a strangled groan as his arm was pressed back. He kicked his hooves into the floor and tried to slide upwards. If he could get purchase then he might be able to get on top of the oblivious backside crushing the life out of him.

He drummed his hooves against the floor, hoping to get them up onto something, anything, that might allow him to slide up. He leaned himself forward, hoping to get better leverage, only to feel his antlers hooking around the cheetah's suspenders. He turned his head to the side, trying to untangle himself, only to hear the cheetah grunt as he adjusted himself, causing the suspenders to tighten and drag Baxter face first into the cheetah's back. His snout was buried into the soft clothed rolls of feline flab, but at least it had pulled him up enough to get his arms free. He frantically reached for the suspenders, trying to untangle himself. He was just about to reach freedom when the doors opened. Although Baxter couldn't see it, he knew the cheetah must have sported an enormous belly to counter balance his massive rear. The doors to the elevator must have been supporting that belly which suddenly sloshed forward without that support, once more dragging Baxter's face into the back of the cheetah with a snap of fabric.

"Oh my god!" Someone shouted as the cheetah cleared the elevator. Baxter groaned into the felines back.

"Hmmphh?" the cheetah grunted. Baxter heard something get crumpled and tossed onto the floor. "Something on my face?"

"No, your back, jumbo." A familiar voice said. It was Marshall. Baxter felt his heart sink. Of all the people to see him like this, it had to be the boss himself. What would he think seeing Baxter pressed into the cheetahs back and butt? He could hear other voices calling out. He'd only worked a day and everyone was going to think he was some sort of pervert.

"It's not what it looks like!" Baxter shouted, most of his words muffled by the cheetahs plush frame. Arms were suddenly grabbing at his sides while others worked to undo the suspenders around his antlers. When he was finally free, Baxter was lifted gently from the cheetah's back and set down on his hooves.

"Are you alright?" A tall badger asked, her voice full of concern. Another fur, a salamander, was trying to straighten Baxter's shirt and tie.

"I'm fine, really," Baxter said, looking at a sea of worried faces.

"Alright, alright, give him some space." Marshall said. The stallion had been holding the cheetah steady. The extra weight on him should have rolled the cheetah back off those thick legs. Baxter had a sudden flash of an end being crushed under that enormous backside. He banished the idea of it being a pretty decent way to go and tried to shake off the paws still helping him. Once it was clear Baxter was in no immediate danger, the furs that had gathered around started to head off, leaving him standing out of the impact zone of that massive cheetah.

"Norman," Marshall said, turning towards the feline. "How many times have I told you to check the elevator before you waddle that rump inside?"

"Sorry boss," The cheetah replied. Baxter could see the face of his attacker more clearly now. His almost spherical face was smeared with sour cream and crumbs. He was frantically licking his fingers and cheeks. He seemed more concerned with getting the last few scraps of food rather than the coworker he almost flattened.

"It's not me you should apologise to," Marshall said sternly, poking the obese feline in the side. Baxter watched as that belly swayed and gurgled from the poke. Norman pressed his heavy paws into the sides of his belly, kneading gently as his face screwed up into a look of discomfort. As he stood there, churning and gurgling, Baxter could see a lanyard lost in the folds of the cheetah's neck. It trained down and disappeared between the massive moobs that crested the top of that belly. Baxter took a step back as Norman began to turn towards him. The mountain of blubber swayed and sloshed as he moved, belly rolling in front of him, dragging the cheetah around as he made his ponderous way around to face Baxter. The caribou thought about making it easier by moving closer, but the steady roll and sway of all that soft, yielding lard left him stunned. He could only watch as the cheetah finally turned to face him. That fat snout craned over the swell of his tits and belly to look at him.

"I'm sorruurrrrrprppp!!!" Norman's muzzle opened wide as his apology rolled out in a deep, resonating belch. Baxter took a step back, worried the cheetah might collapse again.

"There, that wasn't so hard was it?" Marshall said, patting the cheetah on the shoulder. "But, I'm afraid I'm going to have to see you in my office tomorrow." This seemed to be the first thing to get the cheetah to react with more than slow acceptance. His eyes widened and he looked towards the towering stallion with a look of worry.

"R-really boss? But, but,"

"No buts," Marshall replied, reaching a large hand over and pressing it between the cheetah's fat moobs. Baxter blushed as Marshall wobbled those heavy sand bags of fat as he dug between them, finally tugging out the ID tag buried between them. "This is the third time this month I've had to talk to you, and the second I've had to peel someone off your backside." Marshall said, rubbing the tag between his thumb and forefinger. Norman seemed to sway on his paws, his eyes going heavy once again. "Now, you get on home. I want you in my office bright and early, you got it?"

"Yes sir." Norman replied. Worry still showed on his fat features.

"Good boy," Marshall said, giving the cheetah's belly a firm pat, making that blubber jiggle. Baxter was sure some of those buttons would pop and that gut would spill onto the floor like half melted ice cream. Fortunately, they held, and Norman turned to waddle towards the front entrance.

"It really was my fault, boss," Baxter said. "I wasn't supposed to be on the elevator and-"

"What did I tell you about calling me that?" Marshall said without turning. He was watching Norman's enormous girth squeeze through the lobby doors. Several other furs had to get out of the way as he waddled through like a spotted parade float. Once he was outside, Marshall turned his stern gaze towards Baxter. In an instant his features softened and he flashed that warm smile Baxter was familiar with. "I appreciate you wanting to stick up for your fellow employees, but there's certain things we can't let slide around here. If the elevator hadn't been called, who knows where he'd have carried you?"

"I still feel bad for him, though." Baxter replied. Norman hadn't seemed like such a bad guy. A little oblivious, and so damn fat! Baxter tamped down the thought of being smothered by that enormous backside.

"Heh, where can I get a dozen more like you, Baxter?" Marshall laughed. "The guy almost crushes you and you wanna stick up for him. Heh, I think you'll go far in this company. Why don't you take an extra hour for lunch? On me, of course."

"I-" Baxter began but Marshal raised a hand.

"I don't wanna hear a single argument about it. You nearly got crushed in my building. Once you're done with lunch I want you to take it easy for the rest of the day. Make sure nothings broken. And, I'll need you to fill out an incident report. Just talk to Janet when you get back from lunch. Now, I've gotta get going."

Baxter stood stammering as the stallion marched away, leaving him with no other option than to head to the food court. He wasn't going to say no to an extra hour of lunch, but it still felt weird to get preferential treatment on his second day.

"It sounds like it wasn't your fault." Jacob said. The wolf was finishing off his second burger, and a third was still waiting for him. Baxter had caught up to him in the food court and found the wolf sitting at a table near a place that sold burgers and paninis. Baxter hadn't been able to help himself and ordered two large paninis and onion rings. He was still amazed at the amount of food laid out in front of the wolf.

"I know," Baxter replied, eating another large onion ring. "But I still feel bad. If I had spoken up sooner I would have avoided getting pancaked."

"Ah, don't worry about it. The guys up on the upper floors tend to get a little food crazy."

"Wait, you mean there's more people as big as Norman?"

"Oh, plenty of 'em," Jacon replied. "Just make sure the elevator is going down when you're heading to lunch and you'll be fine."

As he ate, Baxter thought of Charlie, the polar bear he'd met the day before. He was fairly large, but had a sense of strength in him. There was an imposing nature to the bear. Norman just looked like he could stand in for the boulder in an adventure movie. Marshall had been so familiar with the cheetah. His hands had been poking and rubbing at Norman like he was a giant stress ball. Baxter started to wonder if maybe he could get in touch with Norman to try and smooth things over. Maybe over a nice lunch? He could even help to feed the fat cat if those blubber swaddled arms got too tired? He did want to be helpful, after all.

After lunch, Jacob headed back to work, leaving Baxter to pick at his meal and watch that heavy rear bounce away. He didn't want to say anything, but Jacob was starting to look a little rounder. The wolf really did enjoy his food, and his pants were tighter, not to mention his shirt. Baxter was sure he had seen a little bit of fluff poking through the buttons on the wolf's shirt.

With Jacob no longer there to distract him, Baxter could keep working on his meal. He usually didn't eat so much but everything was just so tasty. He'd been finished only a minute when he spotted a pair of furs leaving a shop that sold ice cream. Well, he had an extra hour to kill, why not have a treat top top it off? He wandered over to the shop and saw something on the menu called a tornado. He ordered a large one and watched as the portly viper behind the counter filled a large cup with soft serve and an entire box of cookies worth of crumbs into it before mixing it all together. He took it back to his seat and set to work finishing it off.

The richness of the treat combined with the amount of fillings inside of it, left Baxter almost immobile for the rest of his lunch. He sat at his table, paws rubbing his stuffed belly. Huh, he didn't remember it sticking out quite so much. Well, nothing to worry about. It must have been all the extra snacks. At least he wasn't anywhere close to the blimps that surely must have been waddling around a few floors above him. With his extra long lunch concluded, Baxter made his way back to work.

The rest of the day progressed without incident. He chatted with a few other employees who introduced themselves as they passed his cubicle. He even had time to have a break with a few of them as well as Jacob. During their break, Baxter couldn't take his eyes off the canine's belly and the way it sat so perfectly on his chunky thighs.

After his break, Baxter returned to his cubicle to find something waiting for him. Sitting on his desk were too large pizza boxes and a box of doughnuts. The scent of cheese and meat filled his snout, causing him to lick his lips despite himself. He sat back down in his chair and examined the note that was pinned to the top of the pizzas.

"Just a little something to say sorry for this morning." The note read. It was signed by Norman. That was nice of him, Baxter thought, as he put the note to the side and opened the box. A wave of heat and aroma hit him full in the face, almost forcing him to lean back in his chair to catch his breath. They were pepperoni pizzas from the food court and a quick inspection of the doughnuts said they were as well. He was just about to take a slice when he realised something. Hadn't Norman gone home after that? He must have just called it in, Baxter reasoned.

He hoisted a slice of pizza to his lips and was already devouring the first slice, completely forgetting he'd just had a couple doughnuts with his coffee during his break. After the first slice, he tried to push the pizza away and focus on his work, but it wasn't long before he felt a hunger pang and was soon munching on pizza for the rest of his shift. When it was time to leave for the day, Baxter had completely finished off the first pizza and eaten a couple of the doughnuts. The rest, he figured, he could bring home for Franco.He bundled up the rest of his food and headed for the elevator, running into Jacob on his way. The wolf was carrying an armload of empty toner boxes and jumped on just as the doors closed.

"Thanks," The wolf said, settling beside Baxter.

"No problem," Baxter replied. "Heading home?"

"In just a few minutes, first I gotta dump these in the recycling." The wolf replied, his nostrils twitching. "Are those doughnuts?"

"Hm? Oh yeah," Baxter raised the box. "I got them after Norman almost sat on me."

"That was nice of Marshall to send them to you."

"It wasn't Marshall, it was Norman, actually. He's a nice guy. If a bit oblivious of his surroundings."

"Don't be too hard on him." Jacob replied. "I'd get a little out of it if I was his size around lunch time."

"I'm surprised you aren't already the way you eat." Baxter said, suddenly clapping a paw over his snout. He stared in stunned disbelief at himself in the mirrored walls. What was that?

"Really?" Jacob said, looking at the box of doughnuts. "Think I've got what it takes to waddle with someone like him?" Baxter looked from the doughnuts to the wolf. Far from being insulted or uncomfortable, the wolf had a hungry look on his face. "Cause, I am a little hungry." He said, opening his snout wide.

"Oh...Oh!" Baxter said, finally getting the message. He opened the box of doughnuts and grabbed a boston cream. "Lemme help with that." He said, and pushed the doughnut to the wolf's lips. Jacob growled in pleasure as he ate. The doughnut burst into a stream of cream filling, filling his mouth and making him work through it before taking another bite. When the doughnut was gone he licked Baxter's fingers clean.

"More?" Baxter asked, already grabbing another doughnut.

"Mmph, how about some pizza before more dessert?" Jacob chuckled. Baxter set the boxes down on the floor at the feet of the wolf and practically tore the top off the box. He lifted a slice to Jacob and let the wolf eat from his paws. While the canine munched down the slice, Baxter let his free hand slide down and rest on the wolf's middle.

"Already looking pretty chubby there, big fella." Baxter said, working his fingers between the buttons to gently scritch that soft belly fat.

"Mmphh, just a little extra weight." Jacob replied, his words muffled by pizza.There was the unmistakable thump thump thump of the wolf's tail wagging against the wall of the elevator.

"More than a little," Baxter said, still kneading that stomach, shamelessly groping the wolf's fat belly. "Looking downright fat!" He reached down to the floor and grabbed the box of pizza, still rubbing that belly, keeping Jacob pinned against the wall while he lifted the pizza box up and set it on the boxes Jacob still held in his arms. The wolf was stuck, unable to drop the boxes and too distracted by the rubbing to resist. He opened his snout wide as Baxter fed him another slice.

"Gonna get that belly slapping your knees if you keep this up." Baxter said, driven by the gluttony in the wolf's face and the sensation of that fat squeezing and squishing under his fingers. "Big broad rump waving behind you. It'll make that tail look puny when it wags for more treats."

"Mmphhpp, keep talking like that." Jacob growled, licking sauce from his lips. "And I'll sit on ya!"

"No way some wolf blimp is gonna sit on me." Baxter said, rubbing deeper, working that blubber and pressing his thumb into Jacob's fluffy navel.

"Mmph, Norman almost had you begging for help!" Jacob burped.

"I'll take ya both on, then." Baxter said, feeding every last slice of pizza to that hungry canine. "Have you both over for dinner and pack you till you pop those buttons and those big butts split your seams. Just a couple fatties to snuggle and stuff!"

Jacob let out a heavy howl as he polished off the last of the pizza, just in time for the doors of the elevator to open. Baxter turned in horror, expecting a crowd of employees to find him fondling Jacobs belly. Instead, they were on the parking level.

"This is my stop," Jacob said, pulling away from Baxter.

"Right, right." Baxter said, blushing furiously. What had come over him? He'd never been that pushy before. Jacob shifted the boxes in his arms.

"See you tomorrow." Jacob said, giving Baxter a wink as he stepped off the elevator.

"Sure thing," Baxter said, trying not to sound too eager. "Oh, wait."

"Hmm?" Jacob said, turning just as the doors started to close. Without really thinking, Baxter picked up the box of doughnuts and reached through the closing doors, setting it down on top of the empty pizza box that still sat balanced on the others Jacob was carrying.

"Eat up!" Baxter said as the doors closed.

"Work go well?" Franco called as Baxter came through the door. The rat had remained in his usual spot for most of the day, barely looking up as the caribou came inside.

"Yeah, yeah, great." Baxter replied, rushing towards the bathroom.

"That's great could you hand me a-" Franco started, but was cut off by the door slamming shut.

Baxter rushed to the sink and began splashing water on his face. What had happened? He'd never been that pushy before. What's more, Jacob had seemed into it. But he left so abruptly. It was like they were both under a spell that broke the minute the doors opened. One moment alone where the two of them felt that connection. Baxter's mind started to race as he thought of Norman and his wide backside. In his mind those pants had come off, revealing that giant, spotted ass. Beside Norman, just as fat, was Jacob. The pair wobbling and sloshing, bellies slapping together. Jacob saw himself between them, a hand on either ass, groping and squeezing. The two blimps would groan at his touch, eager for him to give those cheeks a slap and send that blubber jiggling.

"You alright in there?" Franco called.

"I'm fine!" Baxter called out, tossing his shirt aside and stripping off his pants and underwear, his shaft, fully erect, bobbed in front of him. "Just had a long day. I need a shower."

"Sure thing," Franco called back. "Bring any food home? That cake was great."

"No, sorry, not tonight." Baxter said as he jumped into the shower. He could already see the doughy duo in his mind. They'd be pawing at him, moaning for him to feed them, fatten them up. They'd be utterly devoted to him. He was the only one that knew how to properly feed them. They'd do anything for their big bull.

"Damn. Well, I'm gonna order something. Any preference?"

"Just order whatever!" Baxter shouted back, already soaping himself up as he began to furiously stroke himself. In his mind he was taller, stronger, imposing. His antlers brushed the ceiling. He was a herculean figure. His brown and white fur would glisten with sweat from hauling his oinkers from their dinner back to the bedroom. They'd be moaning, of course. He always fed them too much. They were pigs, but even pigs had limits. But it was to make sure they'd grow fatter and softer. Baxter wouldn't stand for any normal fatty. Only the widest and fattest would share his bed.

He'd have to ride Norman first. That obese feline deserved it. How dare he smother Baxter without his say so? It'd take more than pizza and doughnuts to make up for it. He'd give that massive rear a good tenderising first, a few slaps and spanks to send that blubber jiggling and make that piggy squeal. Only when Norman had apologised and oinked loud enough would Baxter forgive him. And the best way to show his forgiveness was to spread those cheeks and sink his immense shaft into that soft ass.

Oh, Baxter was hung, that much was certain. In his fantasies he carried a dick long enough to mount even the fattest of asses. The only thing that filled his pet piggies up more than his meals was his shaft. Norman always complained he got the bigger fillings, but he deserved it. The cheetah needed to know who was boss. Norman's fat frame would slosh and wobble on the bed with each meaty thrust of that cock. Baxter would give him the entire thing. The feline's fat ass was perfectly suited to take that dick. He'd hilt him with each thrust, pounding harder and faster, making the piggy squeal and moan while Jacob sat beside the bed, growling and whining, eager for his turn on his master's battering ram.

He'd finally unleash a heavy load into that cheetah, pumping him fatter and rounder. That cream coloured belly would blimp and bulge, swelling over the bed, leaving the cheetah groaning and stuffed. A final slap would let the blimp know he was forgiven and he'd purr gratefully. When the cheetah was good and stuffed, Baxter would turn his attention to Jaco.

The obese wolf would be too fat to get up. His belly spread over his thighs and almost buried his feet. His wide rear swelled out behind him, rising up like a shelf. That tail would be wedged between those cheeks, whirring as his master came for him. He was a true fatso , utterly devoted to him and willing to do anything to make him happy. Which is why the wolf growled in pure bliss as the caribou straddled his belly and rammed that shaft down his throat.

Jacob was more than able to handle it. Baxter could just stuff his rod into the wolf's snout and that mouth could take it. His cheeks would swell and he'd let out a muffled gurgle of grateful pleasure as Baxter practically sat on that gut and started humping, pistoning his shaft down the obese canine's throat. Baxter could grab a few folds of the huskies blubber as handles and hump all night if he wanted to. But he wasn't about to make his fatty upset. He worked himself up to a more powerful rhythm, humping the canine for all he was worth, before finally unleashing another load, swelling that salt and pepper belly nice and round with a few gallons of his seed. Once Jacob was good and full, he'd slide his cock out and roll him onto his belly for a second course.

Baxter was a gracious master, of course. Jacob wouldn't get too hard of a spanking. His backside was just so plush and fluffy! But, Baxter couldn't get complacent with his pets. A few soft slaps across those cheeks would help to show the fatso who was boss. A few yips was all Baxter needed, and then he'd pound Jacob's fat ring. Oh, he'd have them both moaning his name, squealing out all night, begging for their big burly bull to ride them, stuff them, mount them and treat them like the obese blobs they were!

Baxter let out a barely muffled groan as he came. He leaned his head under the shower and shuddered as burst after burst of seed fired from his shaft, painting the side of the shower before he sagged against the wall, utterly spent. His mind was reeling with the images he'd conjured up. His mastery over the pair of fatties had been so complete, so perfect. He'd felt them both, and he wanted more. Jacob was already receptive and Norman seemed amiable. Maybe he could get them both together for lunch? As he leaned against the shower wall, basking in the afterglow, he felt warmth flowing over him. He chalked it up to the warm water, but had he been paying attention, he might have noticed something else.

He'd been pretty average in terms of weight before he'd started his new job, but had softened up a bit the day before. While he'd been so busy jerking off and dreaming of fatties to dominate, he'd failed to notice the change coming over him.

His soft figure was getting softer. His stomach, which had before only been noticeable when he sat down, had swelled out into a soft ring of fat that would rest gently on his lap when he sat. His backside, once nothing remarkable, had plumped out along with his thighs into two slices of wobbly cake on top of thighs that'd fill a chair. His chess had softened, forming a pair of moobs that'd make themselves known when he sat and they rested on his expanded belly. Even his snout looked rounder. But he was too busy revelling in the idea of having a pair of fatties at his beck and call to notice. So, he cleaned up his mess and finished his shower.

He left the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Franco was back on the couch and shot him a grin when he appeared.

"Heh, get everything taken care of?" The rat said.

"Yeah, all good."

"Musta been. I could hear you out here." Franco chuckled, grinning wider as Baxter turned red. "Ah, don't worry about it. Must have been some real studs at work, hmm?"

"Something like that," Baxter said, wandering into his room. He tossed on some sweat pants and an old shirt, a little puzzled at how the shirt clung to his frame, but chalked it up to getting shrunk in the wash. He came back out and plopped down beside Franco just in time to have to get up again to answer the door. The rat had ordered chinese food. Baxter was amazed he still had an appetite and left his roommate a little salty over the amount of food he'd taken.

"If I'd known you wanted so much I would have ordered more." Franco said when he found most of the food cartons empty.

"Sorry," Baxter said, setting his plate on the coffee table. He'd polished off all his food and his stomach was still growling for more. He ignored it for as long as he could before heading back to the fridge. Luckily, Franco had left him one last slice of his welcome cake. He took it into his room and finished it off before turning in for the night.

Baxter usually didn't remember his dreams, but that night he was hit with something vivid. He was standing under a single shaft of light, surrounded by darkness. Despite not being able to see anything around him, he could tell the room was massive. He was his dream self, the burly, no nonsense, dominant bull he liked to be when he was up for some fun. In the darkness he could just make out the heaving shapes of furs too fat to waddle. Instantly his impressive shaft became erect. There were dozens of fatties out there, all of them groaning and heaving, packed full of blubber. They would moan so perfectly when he got a hold of them. He'd take them all, turn them all into his willing playthings.

"Is that so?" a deep, powerful voice called from the darkness.

"Who's there?" Baxter said. His dream form was strong, confident, not one to back down from a challenge.

"Look who thinks he's top dog." The voice continued. "A few slices of pizza and he thinks he should be king of the world. "

"Say that to my face!" Baxter roared, raising his fists to attack whoever would dare to challenge him. There suddenly appeared four glowing eyes in the darkness. They burned brightly and seemed to pierce right through him.

"Oh, I don't accept challenges from pigs." The voice replied. Baxter was just about to charge when something flew from the darkness and hit him in the face. He staggered back as the thing pressed around his face. He reached up, his strong arms grasping the thing and the long hose that snaked from it into the darkness, but it locked into place. It was a muzzle.

"You are no master," The voice growled. Baxter could taste something pumping down the hose. It was sweet, and tasted like doughnut batter. "You are just like all the others. A fat, waddling pig."

Baxter shook his head as his stomach began to expand. His chiselled abs began to soften and lose definition as his stomach bloated outwards. He moved his hands from the hose to his belly, pushing on that gut as it ballooned out, spreading through his fingers like bread dough. The rest of his body was soon following suit. His pecs flared out into fat, gropable moobs. His ass and thighs swelled, rolling out into couch filling cheeks that wobbled and jiggled with the slightest motion. His impressive shaft became buried in belly and fupa. It wasn't long before he could see his cheeks swelling up, obscuring his vision. He took a few heavy steps, sending ripples through his fat frame, before he lost his balance and fell back onto his wide rump with a heavy slap. Baxter groaned as jiggles flowed through him as his blubber spread across the floor, devouring the space in the light until finally he filled the entire circle with his churning immensity.

"There now, much better." The voice laughed. "You'll fit in with the rest of the herd. I'll be around for your next feeding."

Baxter tried to shout, protest, do anything to fight back, but the muzzle held fast. His arms were too bloated to even lift. He could only sit there, buried in his own fat, with only the company of the other churning blimps around him for comfort as the lights shut off and that voice laughed at his immobile, helpless body.

Baxter awoke the next morning in a cold sweat and a throbbing erection. He pulled back his blankets and checked himself. The lack of a room filling body was enough to calm him down and miss the extra softness he now sported. He climbed out of bed and made his way to the shower, trying to forget the nightmare. It seemed so real. He could still feel the way the stone floor under him felt as his backside and belly spread across it. Each stone pressing into his soft flesh, leaving dimpled marks in his fur. He swore he could still taste that batter on his lips. With a shake of his head he climbed into the shower.

Once he was out, he finally came face to face with his changes. The clothing he'd bought for work no longer fit. He spent a full ten minutes trying to get into his work pants, finally managing to get them buttoned, but they dug into his hips and his belly rolled over his belt comically. His shirt wasn't any better. He was forced to suck in his gut as best he could as he buttoned it up, only to find that it no longer would remain tucked in. Plus the buttons strained across his belly. He must have bought the wrong sized clothing, but there was no denying the extra padding around his middle. He'd have to cut back on the snacks. Which was why on the way to work he skipped getting anything from the coffee shop and headed straight to his cubicle.

He kept his head down and tried to focus on his work, all the while his stomach growled petulantly. That dream still lingered in the back of his mind. He'd have to do something about his extra weight. It made sense that he'd start to get a little rounder with a new job. All this free access to food and just sitting around all day was sure to do some damage. He just didn't think it would happen so fast.

He was finally starting to ignore his appetite when Janet stepped into his cubicle.

"How's it going, Baxter?"

"So far, so good," Baxter replied. "I'm almost done here."

"Great, that's great. But, uh, have you forgotten something?"

"Oh, yeah, my break. I'm just gonna take it in my cubicle. Don't worry. I won't even look at the computer screen."

Janet gave him a look that suggested she didn't believe anything of the sort. "Alright then, but make sure you come to the break room during lunch."

"Why, what's going on?"

"We're celebrating Jacob's promotion."

"Promotion? Really?" Baxter said with amazement although he didn't know why. He'd only known the canine a couple of days. They'd shared a rather heavy moment that passed between them just as quickly as it started.

"Yup, he's heading on up. Marshall will be down to do a little speech and there'll be food and cake."

Baxter's stomach rumbled at the doe's mention of cake. "Alright," He said, "I'll be there."

Ignoring his appetite was far harder than Baxter had expected. The mention of food had sent his stomach into overdrive. He was almost clutching his stomach in pain when lunch time finally rolled around. He got up from his desk and made his way with the rest of the staff to the break room.

The break room was decorated with streamers and a cluster of balloons with the words 'congratulations' printed on them. The large table was covered in a colourful table cloth and Baxter could see more boxes of the pizza from the day before as well as another sheet cake. The rest of the staff had filed in and were congratulating Jacob who sat at the table. Baxter was about to add his own when he finally caught sight of the wolf.

Jacob had been large before, but today he was downright massive. The canine was seated on a large bench built to handle someone of his size. His belly filled his lap entirely and was clad in a shirt just barely big enough for it. His fat muzzle was full and propped up by a thick double chin and chubby soft cheeks. His backside filled most of the bench, and swelled over the back of it. He was shaking hands with some of his coworkers, and Baxter could see the way the wolf wobbled with even the slightest movement. How had he gotten so massive?

"Baxter!" Jacob said, his voice sounding thicker. "You made it!"

"Of course," Baxter said, trying not to stare at the wolf he'd been fondling only the day before. "I wouldn't miss it."

"I'm glad. Try the cake!" Jacob said, giving his belly a pat. "It's delicious."

Baxter tried to ignore the way the canine's belly wobbled and his moobs bounced under that button up shirt. He made his way to the table where the food was set out and grabbed a few slices of pizza. His stomach was roaring now at the scent of the pizza, and he was busy stuffing a second slice into his muzzle when Marshall finally came in.

"I'm not too late, am I?" The stallion said, making his way over to the wolf of the hour. "Otherwise what's the point of having my secretary write me a speech?"

Polite laughter filled the room as Baxter turned back towards everyone, still pushing the rest of his second slice into his snout, as Marshall rested a large hand on Jacob's shoulder. "Jacob has only been with us for a short time, but already he's shown phenomenal potential. He's proved himself committed to the values of Geotrack and been an inspiration to us all. I know he's been working hard and providing guidance to our newest staff member, Baxter. I just know he'll continue to do great work in his new position on the fourth floor."

The assembled staff applauded as Marshall finished. "But, that's not all. Jacob," The stallion reached into his pocket and fished out a lanyard. "I'd like to present to you your new lanyard."

Everyone gave a polite cheer as Marshall draped it around Jacob's neck. Baxter couldn't help but notice the way the tag sat on top of the wolf's moobs. "Now, enough chatter, let's enjoy ourselves!"

"I'll eat to that!" Jacob said, taking a plate from Marshall that had a massive slice of cake on it. Everyone else continued to chat and mingle while Jacob dug into his treat, happily stuffing his fat snout. Baxter took a few more bites of pizza as he watched the wolf stuff himself.

"How are you doing, Baxter?" Marshall asked, shaking the caribou from his leer.

"Ermph, I'm doing just fine, Marshall." Baxter replied. "I had no idea Jacob was going to be promoted."

"Well, we've been watching him for a while now, and he's proven himself. Janet's been telling me about all your hard work. Keep it up and you might be going up the ranks as well." Marshall said. He gave Baxter's stomach a pat with the back of his hand. "Just don't go skipping breaks, alright? I can't have my staff passing out at their desks."

"Sure thing," Baxter replied.

"That's what I like to hear. Oh shoot." Marshall said, checking his watch. "I've got a meeting in ten, take care." He gave everyone a wave before leaving. Baxter took a moment to watch him leave before his stomach let out another heavy gurgle. Well, he'd gone the entire morning without indulging, why not enjoy his lunch? He turned back to the pizza buffet and piled his plate with more slices then wandered over to Jacob who was still stuffing his face with cake.

"Congratulations, big guy," Baxter said.

"Mmphh, thanks," Jacob replied, licking frosting from his fingers. "Guess I'll be seeing less of you."

"Less?" Baxter said, his heart suddenly dropping. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I won't be on this floor anymore. My schedule has some wonky hours, different lunches and all that."

"Oh," Baxter said, disappointment obvious in his voice.

"But we can still see each other around," Jacob said as he grabbed more cake. "Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, you're right." Baxter replied with little conviction. He consoled himself with the rest of the pizza. Well, he'd still be able to see Jacob around the building. Though he was starting to get the feeling that it was as far as it'd go between them. He was paying more attention to the food than him. Well, it was only a brief little fling, and not even that. They hadn't even kissed. He chalked it up to his fantasies getting the better of him. He polished off the last of his pizza and grabbed a slice of cake to go with his coffee before heading back to his desk.

He tried to focus on his work, but his stomach continued to growl for the rest of the day. He kept heading back to the break room for more pizza and cake. He tried to see if he could spot Jacob anywhere, but another employee told him the wolf had already moved on up to another floor. Baxter made his way back to his desk with an entire box of pizza, feeling dejected. By the time quitting time rolled around, Baxter had put away four pizzas, and his stomach felt ready to burst. He hoisted himself out of his chair, rubbing his churning belly, and made his way to the elevator. He waited with baited breath as the doors opened, but felt his heart sink again when it was empty. With a pizza stuffed grunt, he climbed in.

Inside, he got a better look at himself. There was no denying it, he'd put on weight. His shirt was stretched enough to show where his belly folded on itself. Not to mention the puffiness in his cheeks. He really had to lay off the snacks.

Baxter was still examining himself in the mirrors when he felt the elevator lurch again, shaking him from his thoughts. He pulled out his ID and went to the panel, only to find that the second floor was lit up along with the first. Odd, he didn't remember that being the case before. Maybe someone else was trying to call it? The last thing he wanted to do was see anyone at that moment and hit the first floor button. On the way out, he couldn't help but think about how silly he was being. He was letting his pants do the thinking for him. He was in a new job with some amazing benefits. The last thing he needed was to get all twisted up over someone he'd just met. Better to let things cool off and see what happened rather than let it eat him up inside.

With that thought, Baxter figured he should at least pick up some dinner for himself and Franco before he left.

"What's this?" Franco asked when Baxter had set down several large bags of food on the coffee table.

"Dinner," Baxter said, "And some new clothes." opening one of the bags and pulling out a large hoagie.

"Hey, you won't hear me complaining." Franco said, grabbing some food for himself as he went back to his streaming. Baxter grabbed up his food and bags and headed into his room. He dumped the clothing onto his bed and sat down at his computer where he worked through the two sandwiches, two orders of fries, and brownie sundae he'd gotten for himself. When all the food was gone he staggered to bed, gently rubbing his distended belly. The reason for his sudden increase in appetite was not a matter of concern as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

For the next two weeks, Baxter settled into a routine. He woke up early and headed into work to grab a snack, then got down to business. He usually grabbed his lunch and headed back to his desk. He didn't work, of course. Janet had had a fit when she spotted him at his desk during lunch but he'd managed to calm her down when he showed her the computer was off. She reluctantly accepted his explanation and left him to finish his lunch, but still checked in on him a couple times before she was convinced.

After lunch, it was more work, then a few doughnuts for his break and then he stopped off at the food court for dinner. All the while never sticking around too long with other employees he ran into. He wanted to focus on his job, rather than whatever heavyset furs might be waddling around the offices. There were plenty sure, he caught sight of Charlie a few times, and several others, all sporting lanyards and distended bellies, but he pushed them out of his mind. He needed to get his work done, needed to focus. Any fantasies he had about them always ended with that thought of himself swelling like a water balloon.

After two weeks, the effects of all this focus were having their effect. Baxter was no longer the slim caribou that Marshall had toured around the office. In his place was a heavyset, round bellied, wide rumped fatty. He was buying new clothes almost every other day. Each morning he would confront the effects of his snacking and each morning he would press his hands into the sides of his belly, his fingers sinking deeper each time, and would shake the evidence of his expansion at himself.

"Look at this." He'd say, jiggling his belly. "You gotta lay off the treats!" But, try as he might, Baxter couldn't stop himself. The snacks were always abundant and free. The food in the food court was always delicious. By the end of week one, his desk chair was feeling cramped. By the end of week two, he'd broken it. The incident had brought everyone running when they heard the sound of snapping metal. He'd just managed to wedge his wide rump into the chair and ignore the way the armrests dug into his belly, when the metal just gave out and he was thrown back onto the floor. Baxter was helped up by several concerned coworkers who helped him into the break room and gave him a coffee to help calm him down. Baxted thanked them for their concern, all the while trying to ignore the way his butt spilled over the sides of the chairs in the break room. He went into the bathroom to check to see if he'd cut himself and saw that not only was shirt untucked, but now his belly peeked out from under it, resting quite comfortably on his thighs, even when he was standing. What was worse, he'd split his pants in the fall. No one had had the heart to tell him. Even Franco had noticed how much Baxter had gained.

"Didn't think you had it in you," Franco said one night. They had just finished dinner and Baxter was filling up his half of the couch,dressed in shorts and a stretched tank top that showed off how soft his chest was getting.

"What do you mean?" Baxter said, polishing off one of the cupcakes he'd brought home as dessert.

"I never took you for a fatty, "Franco said, pushing his hand into Baxter's belly to emphasise his point.

"I'm working on it," Was all Baxter could think to say.

"Working on making it bigger?" Franco chuckled. "Cause I haven't seen you do anything but sleep and eat."

Baxter knew Franco was right, but he just couldn't stop himself. His hunger was always there, always begging for more. He should have been going to the gym, but it was so comfortable at work. He could snack as much as he wanted and get his work done. He was making more than enough to cover his bills and start paying off his debts. Did he really want to rock the boat now? But the boat was starting to get cramped...

It was the start of his third week at Geotrack, when Baxter got promoted. He'd just come in that morning, two cinnamon rolls in his hands, when the elevator door opened to Marshall standing in front of him.

"Heya, Baxter!" Marshall said, stepping onto the elevator. "Mind if I join you?"

"Oh, uh not at all." Baxter said, stepping aside to allow the stallion to get in. "But I'm just getting off."

"Not today, you're not." Marshall said with a smile. "It's my duty to inform you that you've been promoted from data entry to product testing!"

Baxter's mouth dropped open. "I...I don't know what to say."

"Just say you accept." Marshall replied, pulling a lanyard out of his pocket "It's better hours, more pay, a bigger cubicle. What's not to love? Just say yes."

Baxter felt the elevator lurch in that familiar way. The panel lit up, showing up to floor five. The fifth floor? The rumours around the office where some of the choicest jobs were up there. The kind where you didn't wrist an RSI from typing all day. They also had food catered to them if they wanted it. Baxter liked the idea of getting his food without having to go all the way down to the food court. All the shop owners knew him by name and always commented on how hearty of an appetite he had. But it was a lot to take in.

"Can I have a bit to think about it?" Baxter said.

"What's there to think about?" Marshall replied, still smiling. He held the lanyard up as though to drape it around Baxter's neck. "Don't you want to make more money? Get more respect? I've been speaking to the other managers, telling them what a great worker you are. You don't want to make me look like a liar, do you?"

There was something strange in the way the stallion said that. For a moment, Baxter didn't feel like he was just in an elevator with his boss. There was something about Marshall that seemed to be lurking behind the friendly smile. Something almost, covetous, about it. He wanted Baxter to accept and Baxter, who was not the kind of caribou who wanted to make someone look bad when they stuck their neck out for him, relented.

"Alright," Baxter nodded. "I accept."

"Wonderful!" Marshall said with a bit more enthusiasm than the situation seemed to merit. He draped the lanyard around Baxter's neck. There was a strange feeling of vertigo, but it was gone as quickly as it came. Baxter shook his muzzle, trying to clear the strange sensation that had come over him. "Let's get you settled into your new job. Care to do the honours?"

It took a moment for Baxter to understand, but eventually he grabbed his lanyard, from where it sat against his stomach and pressed it to the panel. The ID card felt warm in his palm, like a fresh bun from the oven. The panel beeped and floors up to five appeared. He pressed the fifth floor button and up the elevator went.

Baxter hadn't gotten too much of a look at the other floor when he'd been there. Norman's massive frame had drawn his full attention. When the doors opened, Baxter could see that the layout was mostly the same on the fifth floor. There were the same cubicles, the same office layout along the walls, the only difference was the sizes. The aisle between the cubicles were wider and so were the doors. This was to obviously accommodate the staff who were all fatter than Baxter, but not by as much as he'd like.

The heavyset employees made their way through the wide, but not quite wide enough, aisles, carrying papers and chatting as they went. Baxter watched as a lion with a belly like a beer keg and a dragon with an ass wide enough to fill a couch squeezed past each other. They chatted casually as their stomachs rolled about and the dragon's rear sloshed along the wall of a cubicle. There was something else about the floor that Baxter couldn't quite put his finger on. The lighting seemed different, brighter maybe. And the floor was covered with a better looking carpet. The air was cooler as well.

"Let's get you introduced to your new manager," Marshal said, stepping off the elevator and beckoning for Baxter to follow. The caribou made his way down the line of cubicles, sneaking a peak in each one. He saw more large furs seated in large and comfortable looking office chairs, far nicer than the ones he'd had before. They looked reinforced to handle the extra weight. Which was good, because each occupant looked like they'd never be able to see a scale again. He saw heavy bellies and soft arms. There were straining buttons and fat chins wobbling as the staff snacked on treats piled next to their desks. He drank in the sight of so many soft bellies and chunky thighs. A veritable smorgasbord of fatties ready for play. A bit of his old fantasy came flooding back as he thought of them all plumped for the picking, but he tamped it down. He was at work, damnit.

He couldn't help but think how lucky they all were to have their treats so close by, but he shook his head. This was the last thing he needed. He was trying to lose weight, wasn't he?

Marshall led him to a corner office on the floor and pushed the door open without knocking. Inside, Baxter saw a tall, well muscled hyena sitting behind the desk. He was leaning back in his chair with his paws steepled. He was wearing a headset that he was speaking into.

"Well, you tell them that if they don't send us the next shipment we're gonna have some problems. I can't get back results if I don't have the product. Alright, alright, uh huh, okay, Gotta go," The hyena tapped a button on his keyboard and turned towards the pair. "Marshall, what brings you here?"

"I wanted to introduce you to a new member of your staff." Marshall said, stepping aside to allow Baxter to get into the room. This proved a little trickier than he'd expected as the door was far narrower than he'd thought it was. His hip bumped into the side of it and he was forced to turn, making his stomach smoosh around the frame before bouncing off with a wobble. The hyena looked from Marshall to Baxter and his eyes lit up.

"Well, who do we have here?" He said, rising to his feet and making his way over to Baxter. The caribou was forced to crane his neck up as the two giants stood on either side of him.

"Reginald, I'd like you to meet Baxter," Marshall said, resting his shoulder on the caribou's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. Baxter felt his knees almost give out at that sudden and gentle sign of affection. "He's made something of a reputation for himself in a short time. So I knew he was destined for bigger things."

"Well, if you're giving him your endorsement how can I say no?" Reginald said, reaching his paw out. Baxter reached his out, expecting to shake it, but instead the hyena's large hand went for his belly, giving it a pat and making it and the bracelet the hyena wore, bounce and wobble. Baxter grunted in surprise.

"I'm sure I've got a free cubicle he can get started in." Reginald continued, his pat turning into a full on grope, working Baxter's soft belly in his fingers, causing the caribou to stagger back into Marshall who kept him from falling over.

"Good," Marshall said, giving Baxter a pat on the shoulder. "I'm sure you'll do great work here, Baxter. Just listen up and follow Reginald's instructions. He's got a lot to teach you."

Baxter's mind seemed to swim for a moment. It was the first time that they'd addressed him directly. The words seemed to ring in his mind as Marshall tugged his hand away.

"Oh, sorry," the stallion said, unhooking his fingers from the lanyard around Baxter's neck. "Got caught on ya, there. Well, I doubt you need me around making the staff nervous," Marshall chuckled. "Someone might start thinking they're gonna get fired, hah!" The stallion gave Reginald a pat on the arm before leaving the office. Once he was gone, Reginald smiled down at Baxter.

"Ready to get to work?" Reginald asked. Baxter looked down at the place where the hyena's paw had just been. He'd been feeling him up, hadn't he? Baxter could still feel the sensation of those strong fingers working his belly. Wait, that had happened, hadn't it?

"Yeah, right." Baxter said, shaking the memory away as he was led out of the office. "I'm ready."

"That's what I like to hear," Reginald said as he walked through the aisles. Baxter was treated to more sights of furs snacking and enjoying themselves. He saw a rather heavy looking grey horse wearing a VR set. His wide rump jutted out of the doors of his cubicle and Baxter had to duck to avoid getting smacked in the face by his tail.

"So up here on the fifth floor, the name of the game is product testing. Geotrack has a number of other investments in the food and entertainment industry and, rather than farming out QA testing to other firms, we try to keep it all in-house. Knox there was just trying some new spacial reading VR stuff, pretty cutting edge stuff, I'm told."

"Interesting." Baxter said, trying to stay engaged, but in truth he was still thinking about that meeting, not to mention that massive horse rump.

"One of the benefits of having the food court is we can test out different franchise ideas on our staff." Reginald continued.

"Wait, franchises?" Baxter snapped back to their conversation. "You mean the food court is like a testing ground?"

"Well when you put it like that it sounds nefarious," Reginald chuckled. "It's nothing bad, I promise. It's just that the fast food market is pretty well saturated when it comes to innovation. With a food court on hand we can try out different ideas on our own staff as the focus group, see which ones are more popular than the others and then go to market with the winners."

That all seemed to make sense. There were so many options when it came to eating out that Baxter found it hard to pick. No wonder new businesses had to struggle to get into the market. "So what will I be testing?" He asked.

Reginald stopped in front of a cubicle and gestured to it. Baxter looked inside and was hit with the smell of fast food. There was a desk similar to the one he'd worked at on the first floor, but the chair sitting at it was twice the width as his old one. Beside the desk was a cart, the kind you'd see in restaurants, and it was piled with food. There were boxes from different fast food franchises, each emanating a powerful aroma that made Baxter's belly growl.

"I've got you on some easy stuff, to start with," Reginald chuckled. "Our previous tester ended up quitting. He didn't have the stomach for it." Baxter blushed a bit, his paws going to where he was sure the hyena had squeezed. "I don't think you'll have that problem, eh?"

"I won't let you down," Baxter replied without thinking. The words just seemed to tumble out of his mouth.

"That's what I like to hear. Now," Reginald placed a paw on Baxter's shoulder and guided him to his chair, pushing him back into it. The chair felt like it was built for him. It was wide enough to accept his newly expanded girth and obviously built to handle his weight. He pressed his elbows into the arm rest while Reginald leaned over him, the scent of the hyena's cologne hitting Baxter in the face, almost making him swoon. "The computer has a program with questions for you to answer about each meal. Just eat the food and then let it know what you think, simple as that."

"So simple," Baxter said as Reginald grabbed a small footstool and slid it under his hooves.

"I'll let you get started, Baxter. One of the other fellas will be by later with some paperwork for you to fill out. Just some change of position stuff. It won't be as bad as when you started. Now, Bon appetit!"

Reginald gave Baxter a wink before leaving him to his work. Baxter let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding and turned back to the computer. His old password and login worked and he was into the program without any issue. The only real issue was the food. Here he was worrying about his weight, and now he was working as a food taster? How'd he let himself get into this? He should have said no to Marshall, should have turned it down and just kept working in data entry until he got his diet under control. But, he couldn't very well let Marshall down, could he? Besides, Reginald seemed so nice. Baxter wasn't about to start saying no to his boss, not when he had so much to learn. He should just follow the hyena's instructions and get to work.

The first box that Baxter opened contained what someone might describe as a burger. Baxter, however, would have described it as a mess. The note on the inside of the box indicated it was a bacon onion royal deluxe. He wasn't sure what made it royal or deluxe, but it smelled delicious. There were three large patties, piled high with bacon, cheese, and several extra thick onion rings. The burger was at least four times the size of a regular burger, a true monster. He scooped it up in his paws and pulled it towards his mouth to take the first bite. He was immediately hit with a wave of different flavours. The cheese and bacon were good, the sauces on it were some sort of smokey bbq mixture, and there was a good crunch to the onion rings. He was able to get a good bite of all the different flavours, despite the size of the burger. Whoever had put it together knew what they were doing. He just wondered if they'd be able to recreate such precision en masse, and he said as much in his review of the burger, once he'd finished.

After the burger was completed, there was still a mountain of fries to contend with. Baxter fumbled around with the boxes, looking for something to wipe his sauce smeared fingers on. He eventually settled on a few napkins which barely managed the problem. He decided to just soldier on, and dug into the fries.

The information on the box told him the fries were deluxe taco fries. If anything was going to change it had to be the constant use of the word 'deluxe', Baxter thought as he munched down a few of the fries. They were dusted with a taco spice and covered in cheese and sour cream. The entire thing was alright, but it felt a little heavy when paired with the burger. Once he's made his way through them he sank back in his chair, stifling a belch as he rubbed the sides of his belly with his food smeared paws. After taking a few moments to compose himself, Baxter turned to the computer to record his opinions, absentmindedly wiping his paws on his shirt and leaving saucy fingerprints.

Once his critique of the burger was done, he moved on to the next box. He opened it up to reveal an entire serving tray of bluegrass chicken alfredo. Baxter had never heard of bluegrass chicken, but the box had a helpful explanation. Apparently to make it you cooked up bacon in a pan, then added garlic and onions to the grease, after sauteeing that you added sour cream and then cooked the chicken in it. It sounded delicious, and fattening. Baxter could practically feel his belly start to swell at the thought of eating it, but he couldn't let Reginald down. He lifted the plate up, amazed at just how heavy it was, and pressed it under his chin to try and avoid as much spillage as he could.

The pasta was rich, almost overwhelmingly so. It was certainly delicious, but Baxter couldn't see anyone making it through half that plate without tapping out. He'd be sure to mention portion sizes once he was done. There certainly was a lot of sauce, so much so that, try as he might, he couldn't help but get some smeared onto his shirt and tie. He was halfway through the plate when he noticed the cheese slathered garlic bread still left in the box. He groaned softly, stifling a thick belch as he reached for a slice. Immediately his fingers were soaked with butter, but he wasn't about to stop halfway through a task. He lifted the nearly half a loaf of bread and crammed the slice into his mouth, smearing garlic butter and crumbs over his chubby cheeks. Butter dribbled down his muzzle as he tore the bread away, letting him handle the bite he'd taken. He rested the rest of the slice in the plate of pasta, letting it soak up the sauce while he munched. The bread really was amazing, but wasn't it a little much?

Baxter's pace started to slow down after the rest of the bread. Each bite was becoming harder as his stomach churned and complained. He'd been eating nearly nonstop for who knew how long. Time had seemed to lose all meaning as he worked through the food, finishing off the bread and pasta with a thunderous belch.

"URrarrrrrrarrpppp!!!" Baxter groaned, leaning back into his chair and kneading the sides of his belly. He could feel his stomach pressing against the buttons of his shirt, straining them slightly.

"Nice one!" someone called from the other side of the cubicle.

"Errmmphh...thanks," Baxter said, unable to think of anything else to say. He made a feeble attempt to wipe his snout clean before glancing back at the cart. There were still several more dishes left, but there was no way he could touch them. He was just contemplating how he'd go about explaining his inability to finish when the lion from before stuck his head into the cubicle.

"Hey newbie, woah!" He said, staring at the two empty boxes. "You took down those two dishes?!"

"Urrrp, yeah," Baxter groaned, licking his fingers clean. "Dunno if I can-"

"Hey guys! Check this out!" the lion called. "The new guy can really eat!" Baxter heard a chorus of calls and the sounds of heavy footsteps as the rest of the floor descended on his cubicle. His doorway was blocked up by as many heavy furs as it could fit, all looking on in awe and congratulating him on his impressive work.

"His first day and he's already managing family meals? Good job!" Knox, the grey horse from before said, giving the stuffed caribou a thumbs up. Baxter returned the gesture feebly.

"I'd be beached if I tried to eat all that!" A short, wide hipped corgi said. "You'd have to roll me home!"

"It's not that -Burrrp- much," Baxter panted. "Wait...family meals?"

"Yeah, champ," The lion said, stepping into the cubicle and giving Baxter's belly a pat. "You just ate enough food to feed a family of twenty."

"T-twenty?" Baxter burped, unable to believe it as his stuffed belly jiggled. How many calories was that? How much fat? How much butter? Salt? Grease? His stomach was a churning cauldron of fat just waiting to spread its bounty across his body, rendering him into a fatter, softer, wider caribou.

"Alright, alright, break it up!" Reginald's voice rang over the congratulations of Baxter's co-workers as he pushed his way through the throng of bellies. "Give the guy some space. Don't you all have work to do?"

"But it's lunch, Reggie," The lion said.

"Yeah, so don't you have some eating to do, Nick?" Reginald said, shooting the lion a look.

"Uh, sure thing, Reggie, let's go guys." The lion said, leaving the cubicle with the rest of the staff. Once they'd gone, Reginald stepped into the cubicle, his large form towering over the bloated and overstuffed caribou. The hyena looked from Baxter's stuffed visage to the cart.

"Damn, pretty impressive, big guy," Reginald said, "But, you aren't done yet."

"Urpmphh..." Baxter groaned, looking from the hyena to the food. "I can't...can't eat anymore...Just lemme go to lunch," Baxter said, almost desperately.

"So you can go eat more?" Reginald said, raising an eyebrow.

Baxter shook his head as hard as he could. "No...Gotta...gotta rest," He belched, "Gotta...gotta."

"The only thing you gotta do, "Reginald said, pulling a chair from an unoccupied cubicle and sitting it face to face with Baxter, "Is finish your work." Baxter watched in horror as Reginald picked up another box and opened it up, revealing a mountain of fish and chips.

"Wait...wait," Baxter said, raising a food smeared hand as if trying to will the food away with a wave of his hand. "Can't work during -urrrp- lunch, right?"

"That's first floor rules, Baxter," Reginald said, lifting one of the large slabs of deep fried fish and plunging it into a bath of tartar sauce. "Up on the fifth? We work harder than that. Now eat!"

Baxter thought about slapping the food away, of telling the hyena that he was crazy, that he'd burst if he ate another bite, that his death would reflect badly on the company, but he didn't. He didn't want to disappoint him or Marshall. He had to listen and try to get better at his job. So, despite his misgivings and every part of his mind screaming at him to stop, he opened wide.

Reginald stuffed the first chunk of fish into Baxter's snout, filling it completely. The stuffed caribou let out a groan as he ate, crunching through the fried dough and tasting the fish inside.

"It's real cod, you know," The hyena explained while Baxter struggled to finish that first mouthful. "We don't sell that pollock crap. Only the finest for our customers. Be sure to note that in your review." Baxter barely had time to react as the rest of the fillet was packed into his muzzle. His paws went to his stomach, groping it desperately while he squirmed in his chair, too bloated to stand and too mesmerised by his boss's presence to put up any fight. After the first slice, came the second, doused in as much sauce as the first. Baxter crunched through it, groaning helplessly.

"Feeling a little full, big guy?" Reginald asked. Baxter could only grunt in response, nodding his head slowly as he chewed. "Well, I can help with that."

Baxter wondered how he could possibly help, when he felt the hyena's other paw press into his stuffed belly and started to knead. Baxter's eyes rolled back as Reginald's palm sank into his belly, working that stuffed blubber under his hand. He slid his palm around the curve of Baxter's gut, kneading where his belly rested on his thighs before sliding up and onto the packed shelf of his belly, pressing down firmly enough to force out another muffled belch.

"The trick is," Reginald said, all the while stuffing Baxter's face with both fish and the large slabs of potatoes that came with it. "Is to work in niiiice and deep." His hand pressed in hard, so hard that Baxter thought he was going to burst, until he slid down along the curve of his gut, pushing and probing harder and deeper. His strong fingers working to the depths of that stuffed belly. If Baxter had toes they would have been curling.

"Feeling better?" Reginald asked, pushing the last chunk of fish into that tartar sauce and fried dough smeared face.

"Rmhmpmhmphhmm!" Baxter groaned. He still felt fit to burst, but the pressure and panic that had been rising up with his stuffed feeling was starting to wear off.

"Good, cause we're not done yet"

Baxter watched, horrified, as Reginald set down the empty box and wiped his stained hand on Baxter's straining shirt. Once he was clean he reached down for the fourth box. "Oof, this ones a biggun!" Reginald chuckled as he opened the box. Baxter craned his neck over his bloated belly and his ears flattened as he saw what it was. The box was stuffed with ribs. Huge slabs of ribs glistening with fat and sauce.

"Woah, these look tasty, don't they?" Reginald laughed, lifting one of the racks and tearing one of them off. Baxter watched as fat dripped from the perfectly cooked meat, staining his already food smeared shirt. "Now let's not stop when we're almost at the finish line, big guy."

Baxter wrapped his lips around the rib as Reginald pulled the bone out. The meat fell from the bone, leaving him with a mouthful of sauce and meat. He munched it down in time for another. Reginald left him little time between each bite, pushing in the next rib just as soon as Baxter swallowed down the previous one. All the while he kept his hand working over that swelling belly, kneading Baxter's bloated belly deeper and harder than ever.

Baxter's head swam as the pressure mounted. He was going to burst, he knew it! He'd pop! No one could eat this much food! This crazy hyena was going to kill him! But eat he did, and still his body held firm. The same, however, could not be said for his clothing.

The buttons on Baxter's shirt were straining across his belly, showing patches of brown fur through the gaps. Reginald wasted no time in wiggling his fingers through them, rubbing Baxter's belly directly and sending bolts of pleasure through his middle.

"Like that, do ya?" Reginald said when he saw the look of pleasure roll across the caribou's stuffed features. "What about this?"

Baxter was too stuffed to ask what he meant, and then felt the hyena's thumb sink into his navel. He could feel that thumb press around and wiggle, making his belly jiggle and bounce. No, that wasn't possible. He wasn't that fat. Not really. He couldn't be.

"Ohh, deep belly button ya got there, big guy," Reginald laughed, hooking Baxter's belly and hoisting it off his lap, only to let it slap back down onto those chunky thighs, sending ripples through Baxter's fat frame. He belched heavily, which was the only thing he really could do at that point. He felt his belly and moobs bounce. Every inch of him felt soft and doughy. Whatever chance there was at slimming down seemed to be disappearing with each bite.

"Allllmost there, "Reginald said, feeding Baxter the last rib. "Just one more to go."

"Please." Baxter groaned, trying to lick his snout clean. His head was spinning. He was too full, too swollen, too packed with food. Even Reginalds rubbings were having little effect. His stomach was almost drum tight. He needed to rest!

"Please? Look at the manners on you," Reginald said, laughing as he reached for the final item on the cart. "Looks like the last thing is dessert. A nice chocolate shake. Oh, damn," Reginald frowned as he looked into the cup. "Looks like it's melted. Can't very well get a good review of something if it isn't how it'll be when the customer gets it."

Was this it? Was it finally over? Baxter dared to hope that maybe he could finally stop.

Reginald dashed those hopes in one fell swoop as he took out the straw from the large metal cup and set it aside. "Waste not, want not, eh?"

Baxter managed to let out a strangled yelp as the hyena pressed the cup to his lips and tipped it up. Just as he'd said, the milkshake was melted and warm. But all that meant was now Baxter could fully taste the chocolate without fear of brain freeze as it poured down his throat.

Some semblance of self preservation managed to surface and Baxter managed to raise his hand to grab Reginald's wrist, but it was no use. The hyena's grip was like iron. Baxter struggled with all his might but he might as well have been fighting a flood. The shake kept gushing into his mouth, forcing him to chug. Each gulp made his stomach churn and groan louder and louder. His belly filled and swelled, growing from almost drum tight, to tight, and beyond. The buttons on his shirt strained, holding up valiantly, until finally, one by one, they let go. They failed from the bottom up, firing buttons over Reginald and into the aisle between the cubicles. One bounced off the hyena's ear, another pinged off the metal cup, but they all finally gave up, letting Baxter's swollen belly roll onto his lap properly, spreading over his thighs just as the buttons on his pants snapped off. A wave of relief filled Baxter's stomach. At least he had more room to swell. That relief was short lived, however, as the shake kept coming.

Gulp after gulp, mouthful after mouthful, inch after inch, it was poured into his mouth. His arm finally dropped to his side and he leaned back in the chair, too stuffed, too bloated, too defeated to do anything but accept.

"Theeere we go," Reginald said, after what seemed like forever. The last few dribbles of shake trickled down Baxter's lips as the hyena set the empty cup aside. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"UUUUURRRARRRARRRPPPP!!!" Baxter's belch was enough to make even the furs in the break room take notice. It seemed to rattle the windows with its force.

"I'll take that as a yes," Reginald said, giving Baxter's swollen belly a light pat. "Now, I think that'll do for the rest of the day. You've more than earned some time to rest. You just sit back and digest and really think about the flavours of everything you ate. Give them time to simmer and settle in. I'll want a full review by tomorrow. Got it?"

"Urrrpphmhmpmmhh.." Was all Baxter could say as he sagged back into his chair, his eyelids getting heavy.

"Back to work." Reginald replied, turning Baxter in his chair to face the computer, but the caribou was already passed out and snoring loudly. The hyena gave Baxter's belly a farewell rub before moving the chair back and heading back to his office, leaving Baxter to recover.

Baxter woke up to the sound of someone calling his name.

"Baxter, you okay?"

He blinked a few times and tried to stand, but his body felt like it was made of lead. He settled for turning in his chair towards the voice, and found himself looking up at Nick, the lion.

Baxter opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was another enormous belch. "UURarrrrrrprprprrrrp!"

"I'll take that as a yes." Nick laughed. "It's quitting time."

"R-urp-really?" Baxter asked, lifting his hand to rub his face after the second try. "How long have I been out?"

"Since lunch. Man, the boss is really impressed with you, big guy. He's been singing your praises all day!"

"Oh, good." Baxter said, leaning back in his chair. He felt logey and disoriented. Lunch was still a hazy blue in his mind, but wasn't a blur was what was sitting in front of him. He pulled his hand away from his face and looked down at the monster that was his belly.

It couldn't have, shouldn't have been that fast. But there it was. His stomach was enormous. He pressed a paw into the side of his stomach as it sat full and round on his lap, brushing his knees. His pudgy fingers sank into his soft pelt, making his blubber churn and gurgle as it allowed his hand to almost vanish into it. When he pulled it back he felt his bare belly wobble and slosh, sending jiggles up into his fat moobs. Baxter's hand slid up, cupping one of those fat tits, feeling it swell over his fingers as he bounced it. This couldn't be real.

"Need any help there?" Nick asked. Baxter's face went red as he realised he'd been fondling himself in front of Nick.

"Ermmphh.. I don't think so.." Baxter grunted. He pressed his hands into the armrests of his chair. The chair that, up until then, had been too big for him, and tried to get up. His belly wasn't the only thing that'd gotten fatter. His rear and swelled as well, devouring the extra space and wedging itself firmly into the seat.

"Damn, stuck on your first day?" Nick said, reaching for Baxter's arms to help him stand. "You really are on the fast track for promotion."

"What do you mean-urrrrp!" Baxter's question was cut off as the lion pressed in to help. That keg of a gut smooshed into his stomach. Baxter couldn't help but notice that despite the lion's size, that stomach was firm and round, whereas his own was like soft serve. He planted his hooves under him and used Nick as leverage to get up. He was upright but the chair was still firmly wedged onto his ass. Nick reached around to Baxter's side as he squeezed into the cubicle. He grabbed the armrests and pushed as hard as he could.

"Here, lemme just, try, this..There!" The chair popped off of Baxter's rump and clattered to the floor.

"Phew," Nick said, wiping his brow. "Gonna need to get a bigger one I think, big guy."

Baxter looked from his belly to the chair which now sat on its side on the floor. He leaned over to try and grab it, and that's when he split his pants. It was a lengthy, tortuous ripping sound that let everyone in the office know what had happened.

"Oops, careful big fella," Nick said, pulling Baxter upright. "Gonna need to get some new pants too, and a new shirt. This thing doesn't even close!"

Baxter could only watch in muted horror as Nick tried to pull the two sides of Baxter's shirt together, but there was no way. They left a nearly foot wide gap across his stomach. No amount of sucking in would get Baxter into a shirt that size, and it was an xxl! The same went for his pants which were rippling at the thighs when he tried to right himself.

"I need to get home." Baxter said, pushing his way past the lion as he waddled out into the aisle. There were other employees grabbing their things but they stopped when they saw the caribou waddling into their sight.

"Woah, good job Baxter!" Someone called.

"You can really eat!" Another shouted.

"That's a damn nice belly!"

"Same goes for that butt!"

"I didn't know Caribou got so sexy when they fattened up!"

"You're gonna kill it at the buffet!"

Baxter pushed through the throng of congratulations and 'compliments' being thrown out over his appetite and his girth. Were they all insane? He was huge! Enormous! He wasn't supposed to be fat! He wasn't some food crazed blimp! He had to get out of there.

He stumbled his way to the elevator and slapped the panel with his ID. Once inside, he leaned against the wall of the elevator and stared at himself in the mirror in disbelief.

His snout had swelled out, rounded out with fresh fat. His cheeks puffed out and his second chin had come in full and plump. His fat moobs rested heavily on a belly which rolled proudly down his thighs and jutted out in front of him enough to form a crease in his belly. His rump spread out behind him, though not as much as it could have, given that it was still held somewhat in check by his pants. An infinity of food smeared, overfed caribou stared back at him in all directions. In one swift move any hope of slimming down had been ruined forever. He could see that fantasy of himself disappearing under piles and piles of blubber. Those muscles buried in sloshing, rippling lard. He had to do something about this.

He'd quit, yeah, that's what he'd do. He didn't care who he disappointed, who he angered. He'd leave this job and find something else. He'd run ten miles every day until he was back to his old self. He just had to do something to make this nightmare end. It was at that point that the elevator doors opened.

Baxter had been so focused on his own expansion that he hadn't bothered to push a button, but someone else had. He looked up in terror, expecting a crowd of laughing, gawkers staring at the obese caribou jiggling in front of them. But that's not what happened.

"Baxter?" A familiar voice said. Baxter looked up from his belly to see someone filling the doorway. The glare from the setting sun obscured them a bit, but he could make out the silhouette of a large fur. They were burly, with strong arms, broad pecs, and a round but firm belly. Their thighs were as thick as barrels and the elevator shook as they climbed in. Once the doors had closed, Baxter could make out the familiar features of a once hefty wolf that had undergone a radical transformation. It was Jacob.

"I..don't...how?" Baxter said as he stared up at the canine. Jacob had been the same height as him when they were on the first floor, now the wolf was at least a full foot taller than him. He was wearing a polo shirt that strained over his frame and pants that did nothing to hide the package he was sporting.

"Oh, yeah, guess I do look a little different." Jacob chuckled. "I got into some drug testing programs. They've got these new supplements coming out that are really gonna revolutionise the industry. I see you've moved up as well."

Baxter followed the meaty finger Jacob was pointing at him to the lanyard which sat wedged between his fat moobs.

"Yeah," Baxter grunted, "Product testing."

"Lucky," Jacob said, "They won't let me do anything fun like that. I'm not even allowed sweets anymore, can you believe that? What I wouldn't do for one of those doughnuts."

"Lucky? Are you kidding?" Baxter shouted, stamping his hoof and sending his belly jiggling. "Look at me!" He squeezed the sides of his belly and lifted it up towards the burly canine.

"Yeah, you look good." Jacob said. "Cute and cuddly."

"I don't wanna be cute and cuddly! I'm a blimp!" Baxter wailed. "This is terrible."

"You didn't think it was so terrible when it was on me." Jacob said, crossing his arms.

"That was different! You were already fat! But I wasn't supposed to be fat! This isn't fair!" Baxter wailed. Even in his despair, Baxter could tell he'd made a mistake. A deep growl rumbled out from the wolf's burly chest.

"Oh, is that how it is, huh? I'm supposed to be the fatty here? It's fine for others to be fat but not for you? Baxter has to be the one in charge?"

"No..No I don't mean it like that," Baxter said. "I mean, just...I always wanted to be..."

"What? The strong one? The one who gets to tell others what to do?" Jacob snorted, reaching down to give Baxter's belly a squeeze. "Well, looks like the only thing you get to decide now is if you want your order supersized, fatty."

"Don't call me that." Baxter said, trying to pull away from the wolf's grip.

"Why not, it's the truth," Jacob went on, his other paw sinking deep into Baxter's belly, kneading it firmly and forcing out another belch. "Gonna try and tell me it's just a little extra weight? Face it, jumbo, you're just as fat as any other blimp waddling around this place."

Baxter groaned at hearing his own words thrown back at him. He writhed against the wall while Jacob leaned in closer, working those powerful digits into that yielding blubber.

"But you're in luck," Jacob said, leaning down until he was nose to nose with Baxter. "I happen to like fatties." Before Baxter could speak, Jacob kissed him.

It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. There was a pure, raw desire behind that kiss. Jacob pressed Baxter's head back against the mirrored walls of the elevator, pinning him in place. Those strong paws worked and kneaded the caribou's belly, sliding up to cup and fondle his moobs. Baxter groaned and snorted at the kiss, his despair melting under the heat of the wolf's advance. He pressed his head up, leaning into the kiss hungrily. He felt Jacob's tongue slurp out, licking up sauce and crumbs off his fat muzzle.

"Listen to me, fatty," Jacob growled as he broke the kiss. Baxter could feel Jacobs throbbing shaft pressing into his swollen belly as his paw slipped up to grope at one of those fat tits, jangling around Baxter's lanyard. "Turn around, now."

Baxter gulped, but did as he was told, he turned slowly, pressing his bare belly against the cold mirror in front of him. "Wh-what are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna give a fatso like you what he deserves," Jacob growled, hooking a thumb around the waist of Baxter's ruined pants and giving them a tug.

"Wait..wait!" Baxter said, his mind reeling as pleasure, fear, and pure abject desire rolled around in his head. "Someone will see us!"

"Think I haven't thought of that, fatass?" Jacob growled, giving Baxter's clothed rump a light slap. Baxter winced at the gentle pain and watched as Jacob leaned towards the panel. He could see a red bracelet around Jacob's wrist, which the wolf pressed into the panel. The screen beeped and the entire list of floors appeared, along with a button that said 'hold'. Jacob pressed the button and the elevator lurched to a stop.

"There we go. Now we won't be disturbed." Jacob said, rubbing his paws together as he righted himself behind Baxter. "Now, let's see how fat this ass of yours is."

Baxter bit his lip as Jacob gripped the waist of his ruined pants and slid them down, revealing that wide, chair filling ass.

"Damn, and I thought I had a big butt," Jacob growled as that wide rear wobbled into view. He pressed his fingers into those cheeks and started kneading, forcing a moan from Baxter's muzzle. Jacob grinned as he played with those cheeks, pulling them apart and watching them clap and jiggle when they collided. Baxter tried to think of something to say, some way out of this humiliation. But nothing came to mind. The only thing he could think about was how hard he was getting.

"Don't you have anything to say for yourself, blubber butt?" Jacob chuckled, reaching around to tug the remains of Baxter's shirt free.

"I..I.." He moaned as he was stripped.

"Don't know what to say? Here's a tip. When someone compliments you, you say thank you."

"T-thank you," Baxter mumbled.

"Hmm? I didn't hear you,"

"Thank you."

"Thank you, what?"

"What-Ah!" Baxter felt Jacob's palm slap across his ass, making his cheeks jiggle.

"When a stud like me compliments you, Baxter, you should say "Thank you, sir, for complimenting my fat, jiggly ass', alright?"

"O-okay, Sorry." Baxter said, his cheeks burning red.

"So?"

"So what?"

"So say it!" Jacob snarled. "Don't tell me all that fat has gone to your head!"

"Thank you, sir! For complimenting my fat, jiggly ass!" Baxter moaned. The words seemed to come from somewhere deep within him. Some deep, primal force adding strength to the words. His shaft throbbed under his belly, its tip poking into his blubber.

"That's more like it. Now," Jacob said, evidently pleased. Baxter could hear the shuffle of closing and a long zip that sent a chill up his spine, but not one born of fear, but of pleasure. Then, he felt something thick and long press against his butt crack. "Guess what happens next."

"What?" Baxter panted as that shaft tip poked and dragged along his rear, leaving a trail of pre. Jacob was just as riled up as he was. In response, Jacob leaned down, letting his shaft rest on Baxter's back, letting him feel the wolf's firm round belly against him. Jacob leaned forward and nuzzled into Baxter's cheek, kissing him tenderly.

"Come on, Baxter." He growled softly. "I know you want this. I can tell you need it. You want me so badly. Tell me what you want me to do. Don't be ashamed. Enjoy it."

"I think," Baxter said, his voice quivering as the canine nuzzled his cheek, nibbling along his chin and plump neck.

"Yes?" Jacob said, his paw slipping up and groping one of Baxter's moobs as it swayed and wobbled.

"I think you're going to fuck my fat, plush ass?" Baxter whispered.

"Mmm, right you are, fatty." Jacob growled, kissing Baxter's cheek and licking his muzzle before sliding his paws around, squeezing the fat love handles Baxter sported as he leaned back, letting his shaft slowly slide down Baxter's back and slip into those cheeks. The caribou let out a deep, lustful moan as that cock throbbed against his tight ring. So much power pulsing against him, a stark contrast to his own flabby frame.

Despite his fierceness before, Jacob was gentle. He pushed his tip against Baxter, gently probing and thrusting, coaxing his ring open to accept that heavy shaft. Baxter let out a slow moan as pleasure surged through him with each inch. Jacob rested his palm against the back of Baxter's head, rubbing between his ears as he thrust, making the caribou bounce and jiggle as he humped.

Baxter rolled forward with each movement. He pressed his hands against the wall and looked at himself. He could see his fat features, his round cheeks and chins. He saw the swell of his moobs and the ID that bounced between them. Over his back he saw the burly hunk that was Jacob. His muscular frame pumping and flexing as he leaned into Baxter's ass. Pure canine pleasure plastered on his snout as he worked his shaft deeper.

Finally, Jacob started to slide his shaft back. He pulled out a few inches and thrust again, his hips clapping against Baxter's fat, plush rump.

"Feel good?" Jacob asked, looking at Baxter's face in the mirror.

"Fuuuuck," Baxter groaned as Jacob gave another thrust. "Fuuuck me! Ohh yes! Pound my fat ass!"

"Knew you'd love it!" Jacob laughed, giving another hard thrust. "This fatty is built for pleasure!"

Baxter could only moan in response, shuddering as Jacob picked up the pace. He thrusted harder and faster, pounding Baxter's wide ass, and slapping those cheeks. Each jiggle making the caribou harder. He felt himself sloshing and bouncing against those powerful thighs. His entire frame rolling and wobbling as Jacob leaned into him, fucking him for all he was worth.

The pace got faster and soon they were both moaning. Jacob had his hand resting on Baxter's back while he slapped and spanked his ass, making Baxter groan and moan in pleasure and pain as the thrusting picked up. Jacob was getting close and so was Baxter. With one last mighty thrust, Jacob hilted into that ass while Baxter rolled back, spreading his cheeks against the wolf's hips as they both came. Baxter felt his shaft pumping into his belly, painting his fat belly with his own seed,even as his stomach churned and gurgled, inching outwards with the wolf's load.

Baxter's stomach bloated outwards, rolling down his thighs until finally that bloated mound of cum filled belly rolled against his knees.

"Just what I wanna see," Jacob growled, leaning against Baxter and rubbing his paws into that churning, swollen belly. "A nice knee slapping gut."

"mmphh...So full," Baxter groaned, his hands pressing against the wall as he tried to keep himself from collapsing.

"Good," Jacob growled, nuzzling Baxter's cheek as he rubbed and wobbled his churning belly. "Gotta be able to take plenty if you're on the fifth floor, fatso. This belly stretching is just what you need."

Baxter was about to reply when another orgasm shuddered through him as that shaft was dragged from his rear. He sank to his knees then, belly rolling against the floor as he settled against his belly.

"Now," Jacob said, hitting another button on the panel, causing the elevator to descend again. "How about I help this fatso home?"

"What the hell happened to you!" Franco shouted. Baxter had made his way into the apartment, wearing Jacobs coat. Thankfully it was big enough to cover most of him. But it was obvious that the fat caribou was naked underneath.

"I've had a day," Baxter grunted, waddling across the apartment towards the shower.

"Are you okay?" Franco asked, getting up from the couch and following Baxter before the bathroom door was closed in his face.

"I'm fine." Baxter replied.

"Are you sure?" Franco called through the door.

"I'm alright, really, "Baxter said as he climbed into the shower which felt way too small for his expanded girth. He just counted himself lucky that Franco had talked him into a detachable shower head. He pressed the nozzle between his cheeks and under his belly, letting the hot water clean him as he thought about the drive home.

Jacob had stuffed Baxter into the front seat. His bloated frame barely fit, and it was all the wolf could do to keep from fondling his belly the whole way home.

"You are such a sexy fatty," Jacob had said as he worked Baxter's churning, cum bloated belly in his paws. "I mean, really, seriously. You are a knockout."

"Thanks," Baxter said, blushing at the compliments.

"I just wanna take you home and pound you again and again." Jacob panted. "Fuck me, but you oughta be bouncing on my lap twenty four seven."

"Ermph...That does sound good." Baxter had said as he writhed around in his seat.

"I bet it does, but not yet. Let's wait a bit, first." Jacob said, finally taking his hand off of Baxter's sloshing belly as they pulled up in front of the caribou's apartment building.

"Why?" Baxter said. His voice tinged with a disappointment that surprised even himself.

"Because," Jacob replied, leaning over to kiss Baxter's lips, his paws groping over those bare moobs. "I wanna see how fat you get stuffing your face at work. If you're this big after one day, imagine how wide you'll be at the end of the week? I want you truly massive by Friday, okay blubber butt? Think you can pork up to a nice size by then? Trust me, you fill that elevator and I'll make it all worth it."

What could he do? Of course he said yes. A date with Jacaob was something he'd been hoping for. Sure, it wasn't exactly the way he'd thought it would go, but there was something about the way the wolf's paws worked his belly. Not to mention the size of his shaft. But through it, Jacob was still the warm plump wolf he'd met a few weeks ago. One that could be gentle, despite his size compared to Baxter. Maybe being big wasn't so bad?

With that thought rolling through his head, Baxter finished up his shower and climbed into bed. The mattress creaked under his expanded girth. Looks like a wardrobe wasn't the only thing he'd need to replace.

The next morning, Baxter woke up to the sounds of furniture being shoved across the floor. He craned his neck up, and was greeted to the sight of his moobs and the large swell of his belly. He truly had gotten fat. He rubbed his face with a plump paw and rolled over, sending a wave of belly flopping onto the bed to spread out in front of him. He rubbed a paw over his belly, feeling it squish and give under his fingers. How many times had he dreamed about getting his paws on a belly this big? Never thought it'd be his own.

He was still examining the curve and bloat to his belly, when he heard something bang in the living room followed by Franco swearing. Baxter got up quickly, or as quickly as he could manage. He hoisted himself into a sitting position at the edge of the bed and took a moment to watch as his belly drooped between his legs and over the edge of the bed, forcing his chunky thighs apart. He really was big. He stood up with a grunt, his belly rolling against his thighs as he waddled to the door. His fat hips and love handles bounced as he went, causing him to stumble a bit and make his plus sized rear wobble. His rear still stung a bit from the attention Jacob had given his cheeks, not to mention his ring, which still throbbed from stretching to accommodate that thick shaft.

The thought of the elevator made Baxter pause. Jacob had been inside him, he'd fucked him. He'd never had sex like that before. Oh sure, he'd been with guys a few times, but always as the one giving, never the receiver. Now that the moment was over and he'd had time to sleep on it, he wasn't sure how he felt. Well, he didn't have time to think about that, Franco was swearing louder.

Baxter stepped out of his room to find the apartment full of boxes and bubble wrap. A bunch of their furniture had changed seemingly overnight. The ratty old couch Bater had gotten from a relative was replaced with a wide sectional. The coffee table they'd bought from a yard sale was now a leather ottoman. The TV looked different as well. It was much wider, to start with, and slightly curved. Franco's PC had also gotten an upgrade. He could see LED lights flickering around glowing pipes inside the side of the beast of a tower that had replaced the rat's streaming rig. What had happened?

He saw Franco standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by empty boxes up to his waist, sucking on his knuckle and swearing.

"Are you okay?" Baxter asked, concern for his friend overriding the point that he hadn't bothered to put anything on and was waddling naked through a sea of packing material.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just cut my damn knuckle on a box," Franco replied, finally looking from his cut to Baxter. "Holy...Baxter?" Franco said in disbelief. Baxter blushed despite himself, paws rubbing his bare belly.

"Heh, yeah, I uh, some stuff happened."

"Looks like a few hundred pounds of stuff." Franco said, crossing the room and pressing his paws into the sides of Baxter's belly. The caribou blushed as Franco rubbed over that bare belly. "Have you weighed yourself, lately?"

"Er...no," Baxter replied, trying not to notice how his stubby tail was wagging. It felt so good to be rubbed. "Do we even own a scale?"

"We do now," Franco said, letting go of Baxter's belly and letting it clap against the caribou's fat thighs. He dug through the pile of boxes and hoisted a large one that looked like a box for a card table. The way Franco was struggling with the weight, however, suggested it was something else.

"Where did you get all this stuff?" Baxter asked while Franco lugged the box into the bathroom. "I thought you didn't want your dad's money?"

"Well I don't,"Franco called back. "But I got a sponsorship!"

"Wait, really?" Baxter looked from the bathroom to the new streaming setup. "Someone sponsored you?"

"Don't sound so surprised," Franco said as he ripped open the box. "I've got a bit of a cult following. Turns out my stream was just what they were looking for. They sent me a bunch of new gear to play around with. My socials are already blowing up!"

"That's awesome," Baxter said, and meant it. Franco had always had high hopes for his streams, but Baxter never had the heart to say it might be a forlorn hope. Now though, it looked like things were looking up. "Who's sponsoring you?"

"Hmm?" Franco said as he exited the bathroom carrying the empty box. He tossed it into the sea of boxes. "Nevermind that, let's get you on the scale!"

Baxter felt a mounting trepidation as he waddled into the bathroom. The scale that Franco had gotten really was the dimensions of an unfolded card table. Their bathroom wasn't big enough for it to have its own space, so he'd set it up in front of the sink.

"What do you think?" Franco asked.

"Perfect," Baxter grunted. "Like I'm gonna forget this," He gave his belly a wobble for emphasis. "Now I get to see how much I weigh, too."

"Well, I dunno if you'll be able to see it." Franco replied." This thing doesn't have an extendable screen. But I can check it for you."

"I dunno if I want-"

"It's fine, don't worry about it. I don't mind." Franco said and then stepped onto the scale. "Let's see what I'm working with?"

Baxter watched as his hefty roommate stood on the scale which let out a series of beeps. "Hmm, three forty five, not too bad." Franco said. "Guess I have chubbed up a bit."

"That's more than twice what I weigh," Baxter said.

"Au contraire, mon fatty," Franco chuckled. He stepped off the scale and reached up to grab the lanyard still around Baxter's neck. He lifted the ID tag and turned it around, showing Baxter the image on it. Janet had taken his picture when he'd first started. A slim and nervous looking caribou stared back at him. "It's what you used to weigh. Now, let's get you weighed."

The warmth of Franco's body seemed to pulse through Baxter at that moment, and he hopped onto the scale without complaining, facing the mirror where he was faced with his girth once more.

He truly was fat. His belly rolled over the sink and filled it, the faucet wedging in his navel. His moobs were heavy and round, capped with two black nipples. His features had softened after that filling Jacob had given him. Even his fur seemed softer and fluffier somehow.

"Damnit, it's giving me an error," Franco said somewhere beneath the swell of Baxter's rump. He got to his feet and looked into the mirror. "Oh, that's the issue. Get your belly out of the sink, blubber butt."

Baxter's cheeks reddened at being called that, but Franco had wanted to get him weight, and he didn't want to disappoint. He scooped his paws under his belly and hoisted up his gut, pulling as much of it as he could off the sink.

"Hmm, nah, not good enough. Turn around."

Baxter groaned and let his belly slap back down before turning, dragging it out and off the sink and facing out towards the shower.

"Better?" Baxter asked as Franco disappeared under the curve of Baxter's round belly.

"Hmm, no, still giving me an error." Franco grunted as he climbed back to his feet. His look of puzzlement turned to a grin as he looked behind Baxter. "Get that fat ass off the sink as well."

"What?" Baxter craned his neck back and saw that his rump was, indeed, sitting on the sink.

"Sheesh, you really have porked up," Franco said, unable to resist giving that rump a squeeze. Baxter, not prepared for the grope, let out a moan.

"Oh, like that do you?" Franco said, his smile growing wider as he pushed his fingers deeper into the caribou's plush ass. His other hand rubbed over the curve and swell of Baxter's immense belly.

"Ahh...Yeah... It feels really good." Baxter admitted before he could stop himself. "Never new getting pinched and bounced felt this great."

"Really?" Franco smirked, pressing in closer as he continued to fondle and grope Baxter's rump, his fingers sliding in to get a better grip, digging into that ass crack as he kneaded hungrily. "It's like you're made of biscuit dough."

Baxter could only moan as Franco's paw slid up and cupped one of his moobs, giving a nipple a pinch. "These fat titties look great on you as well. You should have fattened up years ago. Here I was thinking you weren't into me."

Baxter blushed as Franco worked his blubber "What, mmph, gave you that idea?"

"You were always running off on dates, never really paying much attention to me. Hell, I started dressing in shorts and a tank top just to see if I could get you interested, but no dice. Turns out I was making the wrong moves." Frano pressed his snout into Baxter's cheek, kissing him softly. "I should have been fattening you up all this time."

Baxter squirmed in his roommate's grip. In truth, he'd always just viewed Franco as a good friend. He'd been attracted to the rat's bulk, but always felt it was just a physical attraction, nothing to start a relationship on. He still didn't think there was a serious relationship to be made, but that didn't mean he wanted the pleasure to stop.

"My, my weight," Baxter panted, trying to divert Franco's attention to slow things down a bit.

"Oh, right," Franco said, giving Baxter's cheek another kiss. "Let's get that out of the way first."

The rat broke away from Baxter's side, giving his rump a farewell grope before he helped to adjust the caribou. He was standing sideways, giving himself yet another good profile shot of himself in the mirror. He could see just how thick his love handles were, how they rolled against the upper swell of his moobs and the bulge of his hips. And, of course, how round and fat his butt was.

"Alright, let's see what it says,"Franco said as he leaned down to check the scale.

"Well?" Baxter said, trying to avoid looking at himself in the mirror. "What does it say?"

"Damn...five hundred and forty three pounds!" Franco said, climbing back up to sink his fingers deep into Baxter's belly for a congratulatory rub.

Baxter's eyes bulged as he heard those numbers. "Five...hundred?"

"And forty three!" Franco laughed. "That's what, three times what you weighed before? Damn, your bosses know how to feed you!"

With the weigh in over, some sense seemed to return to Baxter. "Okay, okay," He said. "Enough fun. I've gotta get ready for work."

"Aw, so soon? I was hoping we could have some breakfast? Well, you have breakfast and I can watch."

"It's gonna take me ages to get ready. Nothing fits!" Baxter groaned, remembering that he'd forgotten to get a new wardrobe.

"Oh don't worry about that. Someone at work sent over some new outfits for ya. Guess they knew how big you'd be."

Baxter blushed at that. The only person who might have known was Jacob.

"Well, anyway I need to get ready."

"What about a shower first?" Franco asked, his voice full of hope.

"I had one last night," Baxter replied, trying to turn to leave. Franco looked disappointed but his face suddenly lit up as a thought struck him.

"Lemme just check one last thing." He said, dropping out of sight. Before Baxter could reply, the rodent had pressed his snout up under Baxter's stomach and pushed his hands into that underbelly. Baxter grunted and huffed as Franco worked that soft blubber, kneading it as he snuffled and nuzzled deeper under that gut.

"Ah. Wait...what are you, oh!" Baxter gasped as he felt that rat nose press against his buried, raging hard on.

"Mmphh knew it," Franco said, his voice muffled by the blubber between them. "Can't let you go off to work with this poking into your belly."

Before Baxter could reply or even think, Franco wrapped his muzzle around the caribou's shaft. Baxter felt a surge of pleasure ride up his spine and strike the tips of his ears as Franco worked his lips around that buried member. His paws stroked and kneaded over Baxter's thighs, sliding up to rub at his fupa, causing him to sway and stagger on his hooves. He was so fat, he had a fupa, a pocket of fat that was devouring his shaft. Baxter almost swooned at the notion of it.

Franco moved faster and faster, pumping his muzzle along that shaft, teasing and coaxing Baxter closer and closer. It wasn't long before Baxter grabbed at the sink for support and let out a lengthy moan as he came, pumping a few good surges of cum into Franco's muzzle.

After a few moments, the rat reappeared, licking his lips and giving Baxter's belly a rub.

"Mmm there we go, all nice and relaxed."

"Urmphh..Ohh...thank you," Baxter moaned, unable to think of anything else to say.

"Don't mention it, big boy," Franco grinned, rubbing that broad gut. "Now, about that shower?"

"I told you, I don't need one." Baxter huffed, trying to rebalance himself.

"Really?" Franco smirked. "It's a bit of a mess down there. I can't just let my roommate waddle to work with a messy undercarriage. Might get into trouble."

Baxter grumbled at that, but he had to admit it was true.

"Just a quick one," he said, making his way to the shower.

"Awesome," Franco said, tossing his shirt off and stripping off his shorts, revealing his own impressive and quite erect shaft.

Baxter looked at his suddenly naked roommate and the shower. "I, uhh, I think I need some privacy."

"Awww, come oooon," Franco said, rubbing Baxter's side as he pressed into him. "I just had your dick in my mouth! Can't I help you get clean? Trust me, you aren't gonna be able to get to those hard to reach places."

Baxter felt those eager fingers kneading into his side rolls and blushed. "Alright," He said, stepping into the shower. "But we need to be quick. I gotta get to work."

"Right, right." Franco said, climbing into the shower after him, paws still groping his blubber. "Ever the hard working fatso."

There hadn't been much room in the shower when Baxter had been in there last night. Now, with the addition of Franco, there was none left to speak of. Baxter's rear was pressed against the wall and his antlers just brushed the adjustable shower head. He could feel the tap pressing into the back of his legs. Franco grinned as he reached around, his belly rolling against Baxter's as he fumbled for the taps, finally managing to turn them on. A jolt of cold water struck Baxter, making him squeal before turning into a steady warm flow. The water felt wonderful as it cascading down his shoulders, over his moobs and belly, and down his back and rear. Franco slipped his paws down into that belly and began to knead, working the caribou's belly softly, forcing a few more moans of pleasure from that fat snout.

"See? I don't know what you were worried about. It feels great, I bet."

"Feels amazing," Baxter admitted. It really did.The hot water was wonderful and the kneadings just made it so much better.

"Man, wish we could be here all day, " Franco said, reaching for a bottle of shampoo. "But I promised we'd make it quick." Baxter watched as a liberal dollop of shampoo was squeezed out over his belly and then Franco got to work. He pressed his palms into the shampoo and started spreading it around, sudsing up Baxter's wide belly. His hands moved around, roaming into those love handles, sliding under to soap up that soft underbelly, paying special attention to that buried shaft and then back up to cup and wash those fat moobs.

Baxter leaned against the wall, moaning and panting in pure fatty bliss as Franco worked him over, soaping up every inch, roll, and fold. He worked his hands up under Baxter's arms, rubbing those fat pits, then over his biceps and up to his cheeks and chins, stroking his round face and then up to get his ears and around the base of his antlers. Baxter closed his eyes as Franco used the detachable shower nozzle to rinse his face and ears.

"Now," Franco said, kissing Baxter's soaked cheek. "Let's get that big butt taken care of."

It was a tight squeeze, but the abundance of soap allowed Baxter to spin around without too much difficulty. His belly spread against the shower, sliding down to bump the taps, while Franco poured more soap onto Baxter's rear and back rolls. Baxter could feel the rat's belly rubbing against his back, along with his throbbing erection pushing between Baxter's cheeks.

"I know you had a bit of a rough one yesterday," Franco said as he rubbed soap into Baxter's hips and love handles, his snout nuzzling into the back of Baxter's neck.

"What do you mean?" Baxter blushed, feeling that rod poking deeper, teasing him with the prospect of another pounding.

"Heh, you were dribbling cum through the apartment, Baxter," Franco said, slipping his sudsy hands around to grope and kneading that slippery belly. "Whoever filled you up must have had a hell of a schlong. If you're a little tender back there, well, I can always find another spot."

Baxter thought about it for a moment, appreciating the care and concern Franco gave him.

"No," Baxter shook his head. "No, I want it," He panted, remembering the pleasure he felt when Jacob bent him over. "Mph, lemme have it."

Franco let out a heavy groan of lust filled bliss as he thrusted, pushing his shaft deeper, finally pressing into Baxter's still tender ring.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry." Franco said, his hands still roaming over Baxter's belly, reaching up to grope his fat tits, giving those sudsy nipples a twist.

"Mmmphh, to hell with gentle!" Baxter shouted, surprising himself and Franco at the volume. "Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you want!"

Franco paused for a moment, worried that he'd pushed things too far, but Baxter reached around back to his ass and gave it a slap, sending a spray of soap and water into the air.

"Come oooon!" Baxter moaned, "I'm over five hundred pounds of pure, grade A lard ass! Fuck me like the fatty I am! Unless you're too fat for the job!"

"Hey now," Franco grunted, leaning into Baxter. "Who's on top here?"

"Mmphh I'm waiting to find out!" Baxter moaned. His body felt like it was on fire. He needed that shaft inside him. He wanted Franco to take him, take him as roughly and as dominantly as Jacob had.

"Alright, fatty," Franco said, grunting as he leaned forward, sending his shaft deeper into that stretching ring. "Have it your way."

It wasn't as hard or as intense as Jacob, but Franco was still good at it. He leaned into Baxter, letting his belly rest against his back as he thrusted. The shower was cramped, which meant the rat couldn't get as much of a run up as he wanted, but he was still able to thrust into Baxter. The caribou pressed against the wall and moaned under the cascading water. It was wonderful. The feeling of those paws kneading his sides, groping his moobs, all while that shaft pumped and thrust into his ass and those hips clapped against him, sending waves through every inch of his fat frame.

"Harder!" Baxter moaned. "Gimme all you got!"

"I'm *puff* trying!" Franco grunted. For all his bravado he was still relatively out of shape. His stamina was starting to falter.

"Ahh, fuck, mmph, slap my ass!" Baxter groaned, biting his lip as Franco gave that wide rump a light slap. "Mph, come on! Harder than that! I wanna feel it all over!"

The demands and sensations were enough to push Franco over the edge, he let out a groan as he thrust one last time and unleashed his load, gushing a good helping of seed into Baxter, but nothing compared to the load Jacob had pumped into him the day before. They stayed locked together for a few more moments. Franco nuzzled the side of Baxter's cheek as he rubbed his belly.

"Fuck me, Baxter. I didn't know you were such a power bottom. Dunno if I can keep up."

"S-sorry," Baxter said, blushing as he thought about what he'd been saying. It was like how the fatties in his fantasies would shout and moan. They always wanted more and more. Only now, he was the one making the demands.

"Don't be," Franco said, kissing Baxter's cheek. "Best fuck I've ever had. Now," He moved back from Baxter, letting his shaft slip free from that plush, soap covered rump. "Let's get you cleaned up."

The rest of the shower went without incident. Save for Franco giving Baxter's belly a few playful humps. Baxter leaned into the wall and watched as Franco went to town, thrusting his cock deep into that navel. Baxter watched as ripples sloshed through his belly, and up to his moobs, making his lanyard bounce. Why hadn't he taken it off?

After a few more thrusts, Franco came again. Seed dribbled out from Baxter's belly and Franco gave that gut an appreciative slap.

"We need a bigger shower, jumbo," Franco said as he doused Baxter's belly with the shower nozzle. Baxter could only nod in agreement as he was cleaned. It felt great to be doted on, even with the cramped conditions.

Eventually, the shower ended. Franco climbed out first and then helped Baxter out and, with the aid of several towels, managed to dry him off. From there they left the bathroom, still nuzzling and cuddling each other. Franco kept his hand firmly on Baxter's ass, rubbing and squeezing as they made their way to the packages of clothes that had been dropped off.

There was quite an assortment. There were shirts as big as tents and pants that looked like they could be used as table cloths. Not to mention boxers big enough to reupholster a chair. Baxter slipped into the underwear, shirt and shorts. All the while Franco helped him through it, kissing his cheek and commenting on how handsome he looked. In addition to the work shirt there was a new jacket. Baxter had never worn a suit before, and slipped it on with a feeling of pride. It was odd to think that the snazziest he ever looked was when he was over five hundred pounds.

When all that was done, Baxter was already late for work. He let Franco give his belly another rub before he left.

"I'll order some grub for when you get home, fatty." Franco said, patting Baxter's rump as he waddled out the door, his hips barely clearing the doorframe.

"Mmm sounds good." Baxter said, still flushed with pleasure as he headed out for another day of product testing.

Baxter was already panting when he made it to work. So much growth so quickly had left him unprepared for the rigours of hauling around so much blubber. He'd made his way into the building with only a few minutes left to spare, far too little time to make it down to the food court to grab a coffee. At least he'd have food in his office, but it just wasn't the same when he didn't get to choose what he was going to eat. He was just about to get onto the elevator when he heard someone waddling up behind him. Baxter craned his neck around just in time to see Charlie, the polar bear he'd met on his first day, come waddling up behind him.

"Well, hello there. Baxter, was it?" Charlie said. He was wearing an outfit similar to Baxter's, only his belly rolled far lower, almost brushing the floor in front of him. His ample belly bumping Baxter gently in the rump, threatening to almost roll under him like the world's softest snow shovel.

"Good morning," Baxter replied, turning to the side to get the bear's belly off his rump, but as soon as he did the bear moved in closer, letting that ample gut press into the caribou. "Err, how is your morning going, sir?"

"Oh, not bad, not bad." He said, smiling warmly at Baxter. The bear was still larger than him, but now it wasn't quite as drastic of a difference. "I see you've been promoted."

"Yeah, heh. I'm working in product testing now." Baxter said. By then the doors to the elevator had opened and he waddled in, hoping to make some distance between them, but Charlie followed him closely. Once inside, the beard turned around, dominating the elevator and pinning Baxter against the wall with his wide rear.

"Ah, that explains the new look," Charlie said, gently bumping against Baxter. The bear was taller than him and that wide rear rose up, pressing around Baxter's clothed girth. "I can see you'll go far in this company." He continued, all the while pressing against Baxter, making the caribou grunt and wobble. Baxter's cheeks burned as this went on during their ride. It was like the bear was testing something. When they got to the fifth floor, Charlie moved out of the way, but only just. Baxter was forced to waddle around the bulk of the large marshmallow bear, his own rubbing against that gut. He was almost out when the bear placed a thick paw on Baxter's shoulder.

"You know, Baxter, you could go very far in this company. Product testing is alright for a start, but there's plenty more you could learn.

"Uh, thank you sir. I've been learning from Reginald. He's a great teacher."

"Ah, yeah, Reginald. He's good, but." Charlie smiled, sliding his paw down and rubbing it over Baxter's chest softly, working one of those jacketed moobs. "But you could be learning quite a bit more with me. How about it?"

Baxter's cheeks burned as that paw squeezed at him. Was everyone in this damn company into caribou when they were fat as a pig?

"Thanks for the offer, sir," Baxter replied, shouldering his way past the bear, who stared incredulously as Baxter waddled off the elevator. "I'll keep that in mind."

Baxter tried to ignore the bear's advances as he made his way towards his cubicle, which was easier than he'd thought it would be. His co-workers all turned to see him waddling in and gave him a cheer that was usually reserved for conquering heroes.

"Surprised to see you back so soon!" Someone shouted.

"Figured you'd need a week off to digest all that, big boy!" Another fur called out.

"Keep up the feasting!" Nick said, walking past Baxter and giving his belly a rub. Baxter grunted at the pleasure of that kneading belly, an action that caused a few others to reach for his stomach. It was impossible to resist. It felt so good to get kneaded and squeezed. He stood in the middle of the aisle, allowing himself to be kneaded and rubbed. After a few more pats his stomach let out a deep, resonating gurgle.

"Woah, better let this beast get his feast!" Nick chuckled, patting Baxter's belly once more for good luck. Baxter waddled on, his tail whirring, and made it to his cubicle where he found Reginald just walking out.

"Oh, Baxter, just in time!" The hyena said, striding over to Baxter. "I wanted to go over some of the changes we made to your cubicle."

"Changes?" Baxter asked. "What sort of changes?"

"See for yourself," Reginaled said, taking Baxter by the shoulder and guiding him inside. There had indeed been some changes made. The chair for one, was twice the width as his previous chair, and thoroughly reinforced. The computer monitor and keyboard were now on an arm that could be extended and lifted up. Baxter wouldn't even need to stand. The biggest change though, was that there were two carts of food instead of just one.

"I figured after you demolished that first bit of testing you'd be able to handle more." Reginald said, patting Baxter's belly. "'Course, you'll have to do these without my help. Think you can manage?"

Baxter looked at the boxes. Even considering the fact that his stomach was roaring with hunger, it was still a lot of food. But, then he remembered the way Jason had looked at him. That wolf had been driven almost to a frenzy at the sight of Baxter's fat body wobbling in his car but had been able to restrain himself. He'd never have managed if Baxter was fatter. If Baxter filled that elevator he'd have that wolf presing that snout under his belly at that very moment.

"Great!" Reginald said, mistaking the look of pure lust on Baxter's snout as resolve. "I'll leave you to it. Make me proud, blubber butt."

Baxter blushed at the parting words, and pat on the rump that accompanied it. He made his way over to his new chair and rolled into it, groaning in relief at being finally off his hooves. He was so happy he didn't even think about how only a few weeks ago he'd be horrified to know this little effort winded him. But he had more important things to think about.

He rested his paws on the rest of his belly and looked over at the first cart. Now that he was settled, he let himself sniff the air and get a good sense of what was in store. The first meal appeared to be from the coffee shop in the food court. An extra large thermos sat beside two large boxes covered in the shop's branding. He reached for the thermos first and opened it. He was immediately hit with a wave of sugar, cream, caramel and caffeine. The label on the thermos called it an octuple blitz. There were enough shots of espresso, cream, caramel to make skinny him faint. But he was much sturdier now when it came to food. He dropped the lid and took a long drink from the thermos, getting cream on his snout as he chugged. The drink was still hot, but not too hot to burn, so he drank a full third of it in one long go. His stomach let out a pleased gurgle as he set the thermos down and licked cream from his snout as he opened one of the boxes. Inside, he found doughnuts.

There were two dozen in the first box alone. An office party pack, the label proclaimed. Baxter knew from experience that even half one was probably enough for the average fur. As it was, he stuffed an old fashioned glazed into his fat snout without a second thought. His cheeks swelled out as he worked through the doughnut, but he managed it without issue. Once that was down he went for another.

His first challenge of the day went by without a hitch. The doughnuts were rich, stuffed with fillings, and moist. The drink was wonderfully warm and energising. He felt ready to take on the world despite eating enough food for an entire office party.

He worked through both boxes at a steady pace, cramming doughnut after doughnut into his mouth without a care in the world. He was already fat, so what were a few extra pounds? Everyone around him adored his new look, so why not add a little more jiggle to his already wobbling frame? He let out a thoroughly satisfied belch as he finished the last doughnut. He even lifted the empty box and tipped it to his sprinkle glazed snout, hoping to find a few more crumbs. Once he was sure there was nothing left, Baxter tossed the boxes aside and took a few minutes to write a flavorful review of the doughnuts. After that, it was on to the next one.

Baxter rubbed his fat paws together as he leaned over for the next course. The boxes had a brand and logo he'd never seen before. The label indicated that it was for a new bakery and the name of the product they were rolling out made his mouth water. They were butter tarts. Baxter looooooved butter tarts. A mixture of sugar, syrup, and lots of butter, all baked in a flakey pastry until they were gooey and solid. He'd have fattened up much sooner in life if they'd been more readily available to him. He gave his still hungry belly a pat as he opened the first box.

The scent of butter rolled out in such a wave that Baxter nearly fainted. The tarts were twice as big as a normal butter tart. He slipped a paw under one of them and lifted it, feeling it weigh his paw down. How much butter was inside a single tart? It must have been a full pound! He let out a grunt of pure, greedy pleasure and crammed the tart to his lips. Instantly it broke open and he was amazed the inside was semi solid. It was tricky to keep a butter tart from being too oozy on the inside. It should have been impossible for one that big to be anything but a mess, but the inside was perfect. He chomped through the first tart, groaning and moaning in pleasure, unable to stop himself from vocalising his pure bliss.

"Damn, that's one lucky bull!" Someone in another cubicle shouted. Baxter felt his cheeks burn at that, but kept eating. He was too delighted with the flavours to care. He just kept moaning after he finished the next tart, reaching hungrily for more

The rest of the morning progressed in much the same fashion. He progressed from butter tarts to a new kind of breakfast bagel stuffed with bacon, egg, and cheese. He worked through them slowly, dribbling grease on his new shirt, but he barely noticed. All the while his stomach churned and gurgled louder, packed with so much fat, butter, and grease. His fat wobbled atop his lap, but he kept going.

Once the bagels were gone, Baxter took a moment to relax. He'd earned a break. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed the sides of his stuffed middle. He didn't feel uncomfortable, he felt like he'd just had a pleasing meal. It shouldn't have been possible. He'd eaten so much! He should be stuffed! And yet he knew he could pack away more. As he rubbed his belly he wished he had bigger paws. If only he had a nice big pair that could really work his blubber around. What he needed were big canine paws. If only Jacob were there to enjoy how fat Baxter was getting.

"Oh jeez. Who replaced my big 'bou with a blimp?" Jacob would say. He'd be standing over Baxter as he sat back in his chair, too bloated and stuffed with food to say anything. Baxter would just lean back, letting Jacob grope his belly.

"Fuck, you've gotten so fat!" Jacob would growl. He'd nuzzle and lick Baxter's fat snout, cleaning it off. Then, he'd get to work. Oh, Baxter wouldn't be fat enough for him, not by a long shot. He'd start stuffing him properly.

"Those fat arms of yours aren't fast enough, wide load. You just sit on that plush, fuckable ass and I'll fatten you up!" Jacob would laugh as he said this, pushing more treats into Baxter's fat snout, cramming him with everything in the cubicle. He'd probably go out to the break room as well. There'd be a sheet cake in there, a big one. One for all the fatties on the fifth floor. He'd bring it back and make Baxter eat every last piece. Baxter would just grow fatter with every bite. His belly would roll outwards, popping buttons with each slice he devoured. Jacob would growl and nuzzle his belly. He'd nibble exposed blubber as Baxter belched and groaned.

When he was good and packed, Jacob would roll Baxter over and ride him, right there. He'd pound his giant, jiggly ass. That shaft ploughed him better than anyone else could. Baxter would moan out as the other fatties growled with envy. How come Baxter got the most food? The best dicking? What made him so special?

"He's the hungriest! Jacob would roar as he fucked Baxter into the floor, pistoning his shaft into those cheeks as they clapped around that piledriver of a cock. "He's the fattest! You all could line up for your own riding if you just fattened up! Go to the food court and start eating! Then maybe I'll consider it. But now I gotta give my fat oinker what he wants!"

Baxter belched deeply as he came to. The fantasy had been so delicious that he'd lost control. The two carts lay on either side of him, utterly demolished. He could taste the spice from quesadillas and tacos, along with a few giant shepherds pies. How long had he been eating for? A quick look at his computer screen told him that it was almost lunch time. He'd been eating for three hours? Really?

The evidence of it was all around him. His shirt had stretched around his belly, but managed to stay intact, though it had untucked just from the sheer expansion of his middle. Baxter leaned back, trying to gauge just how big his belly was, but he felt so stuffed and bloated that he could barely move.

"Hey, just checking up on ya big....boy" Reginald trailed off as he stuck his head into the cubicle and stared at the sheer devastation in front of him.

"Oh, hey *bururrrarrrrrppp* boss." Baxter gave a feeble wave. "I'm all *urrp* done."

"I'll say," Reginald said, stepping into the cubicle and avoiding the empty boxes that littered the floor. "You demolished a whole day's worth of work in three hours!" Reginald pressed his paws into the caribous enormous belly as if to emphasise his point.

"Well, you said I should keep *urrrp* up the good work." Baxter grunted, licking gravy from his cheeks.

"You really went above and beyond." Reginald chuckled. "I think you've earned yourself the rest of the day off."

"Oh..." Baxter looked a little disappointed. Jacob's instructions had been so clear. He needed to get fatter by the end of the week.

"Yeah, blubber butt. I don't have anything else for you. You're free to go. You don't seem too happy about that. Most guys would be over the moon at getting a free afternoon."

"Just..mmphhh.." Baxter blushed as he sank his snout into the soft ring of blubber that was forming around his muzzle and chins.

"Lemme guess," Reginald said, leaning closer. "Are ya still hungry?" Baxter nodded silently. It shouldn't have been possible. He ate twice as much as he had the day before. He should have exploded! But the dull growl in his stomach told him he could handle a bit more.

Reginald scooped a paw under Baxter's belly, sloshing his soft underbelly side to side and forcing out another belch from the caribou's muzzle. "You just sit tight then, buddy. I'll get you some lunch."

Baxter didn't have to wait long. The hyena practically sprinted out of the office at that. While he waited, Baxter worked his paws over his belly and thought about that fantasy. The idea of dominating and stuffing a fatty was one he'd enjoyed many times. But, once again, he was on the other end, and found it to be just as enjoyable. Or maybe moreso?

His train of thought was interrupted when Reginald returned with several large bags in his arms.

"Just a few hero's for the office hero." Reginald said, grabbing a chair from another cubicle and sliding himself in front of that bloated belly. Baxter tried to lean forward but found Reginald's paws already working through his belly. Baxter grunted in pure pleasure, burping again for good measure as the hyena kneaded his blubber. That soft, churning fat rolled easily in his fingers. He scooped those thick rolls and watched as that gut sloshed around his hands, seemingly spreading more and more each time it was allowed to settle on the caribou's swelling thighs.

Baxter was being lulled into such a relaxed state that he could have napped the rest of his day away were it not for the fact that a large, meat leaden hoagie was pushed to his lips. Without thinking, he opened wide and let Reginald feed him.

The hyena's feeding was far more gentle than the previous day. That was for business. But this, this was for pleasure. Baxter opened wide, letting a good portion of the foot long sandwich into his muzzle before biting it off and munching.

"Marshall was right about you, Baxter," Reginald said as he rubbed Baxter's belly. "You really are going places.

"Mmphhmmmpmmh." was all Baxter could say. His cheeks were stuffed with that beastly hoagie. He could only open wide as more was packed into his muzzle.

"You just keep this up, keep putting it away, and you might even make it up into the double digits."

Baxter groaned softly. A better job was certainly appealing, but more appealing was the way his stomach felt with so much food in it. It felt so good! Better still knowing that it would make Jacob wild with desire. Just the thought of that wolf losing control at the sight of Baxter waddling into the room was enough to push through the rest of the sandwiches eagerly. He polished off the first and second without issue. His stomach groaned louder but still continued to find places to put all the food. Baxter soldiered through the third and fourth and for a moment felt like he could see himself expanding. He felt like he was a balloon steadily being pumped with lard.

The fifth and six subs were the last in the bags. They were the largest by far, stuffed with toppings and ready to add more to his girth. Baxter burped lazily as they were worked in. He didn't even bother to speak. All he wanted was to eat. To eat and fatten. He wanted himself so wide his hips would brush the elevator doors. He wanted to be too fat for Jacobs' car. He wanted that brute to have to roll him about.

"How ya feeling?" Reginald asked as Baxter finished the last sub. He left his fingers near Baxter's muzzle, letting him lick sauce and crumbs from his fingers.

"Mmphmhmm...full." Baxter belched, giving those fingers a final nibble.

"Good," The hyena replied. "Now let's get you to the elevator. It's time to go home."

Baxter was a little disappointed. Couldn't it go on a little longer? More food today meant he'd be closer to his goal. But he was in no position to make demands. Reginald grabbed his arms and hauled him out of the chair in one massive burst of strength. Surely it would have taken three people to shift him now? Baxter was amazed as he found himself standing upright. His belly had slipped down under his untucked shirt, and was now firmly brushing his knees.

"Now come on, jumbo." Reginald said, guiding Baxter out of the cubicle. "Just take it slow."

There wasn't any other speed available to the corpulent cervine now. Baxter waddled gently as every inch of his body seemed to jiggle and churn. His belly rolled out of the cubicle well before the rest of him, and it was only when he was almost free did they find a problem. Baxter had swollen so much that he was too wide for the cubicle!

"Oh, wow. You really have blimped, haven't ya?" Reginald said as he stepped back and surveyed the scene. Baxter's fat stuffed face looked out over the vast swell of his moobs, trying to see his belly beyond it. He made a small attempt to turn. He swayed on his feet, almost falling back onto his rump in a display that would have split his pants and surely sent him through the floor, but Reginald caught him. The hyena helped him shuffle to the side and sidle out of the cubicle, causing a button to pop off as it got caught on the wall, exposing his fat navel. Finally he was out.

His waddle to the elevator was a further introduction to just how fat he'd gotten. Each step of those swollen thighs forced Baxter to heave his belly forward. That mass of churning, butter stuffed blubber wobbled and glorped as he puffed and shuffled along. Reginald leaned against his side, helping him keep his balance as step by step, he made it to the elevator.

"A good day's work, Baxter." Reginald said as he kneaded the caribou's belly. "You're doing great!"

"He's doing amazing!" A deep voice rumbled from behind. Baxter didn't have time to react, as a muscular frame pressed in behind him. It was Marshall. The doors to the elevator opened just in time for Baxter to see himself revealed in the mirror.

He was easily twice as fat as he'd been that morning. His vast belly swelled out in front of him like a balloon. It sagged down to brush against his knees, straining every button on his shirt. He looked at his face, and barely recognized it. He could see the lanyard around his neck, still showing the skinny caribou he'd once been. Now, his snout was swollen with fat and cradled in a soft muffler of blubber that used to be his neck. His arms stuck out at his sides a bit, hoisted up by the swell of his biceps and the sheer girth in his moobs. Behind him, towering over him, was Marshall. The large horse smiled happily as he leaned over Baxter and scooped the sides of his belly.

"Now this is what I call growth!" Marshall chuckled, his strong fingers working deep into Baxter's belly, making him moan. "I don't think I've met another model employee like you, Baxter. You really are going places around here. Keep this up and we might even have to bring you in for executive training."

"Urmpmhh...really?" Baxter gasped, unable to think of anything else to say. "That'suurrrrpppp... I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything, big fella." Marshall said, still kneading and sloshing Baxter's massive gut. "You just get home and relax. Maybe take a couple days off."

"Oh no," Baxter said, shaking his head. Jacob wanted him bigger. The only way he could do that properly was at work. "I couldn't!"

"What did I tell you, boss?" Reginald said, rubbing Baxter's fat chins. "He's practically a workaholic!"

"Alright then, big fella. If that's what you want." Marshall said, reaching up to rub one of Baxter's ample moobs. "You just keep up the good work."

Baxter blushed as Marshall helped him into the elevator, still groping his belly as he got inside. Once there, Marshall tapped his wrist band to the panel and hit the button for the first floor before stepping out again. "Take it easy!" He called as the doors slid shut.

"Weigh me!"

Franco hadn't expected Baxter home so soon. He'd been pulled from a stream by the banging at the door and opened it to see the panting, swollen frame of Baxter filling the entire doorway. The rat hadn't spoken one word before Baxter had groaned his demand.

"I..uh sure... Jeez you're even fatter!" Franco said as Baxter squeezed himself through the front door. The wobbling mass of caribou grunted as he waddled by, trying to tug off his clothing as he went. Franco had thankfully removed most of the boxes from the morning so Baxter didn't trip on anything. It was still an ordeal to make it around the cables and larger furniture. It was only by luck that Baxter didn't fall over and crush Franco's new setup.

The rodent found Baxter in the bathroom, trying to wiggle out of his pants. "Lemme help you outta those." Franco said, grabbing the waistband of Baxter's pants and tugging down. The pair bounced in place as Franco finally managed to haul those pants down, exposing Baxter's enormous rump.

"Fuck me, dude. This ass is enormous!"

"Just weigh me!" Baxter groaned, sloshing about as he squirmed on the scales.

"Alright, fine. Just stop wiggling around." Franco said from somewhere underneath Baxter's massive belly. "Uhh...lets see...holy...What are they feeding you?"

"What does it say?" Baxter asked, looking at his side profile in the mirror. His sides were a series of several thick folds, several of which Marshall had been groping.

"I mean damn...Are you eating from a trough when you get to work?"

"What does it say!" Baxter almost squealed.

"Nine oh five."

They both stood in silence for a moment. Baxter weighed almost a thousand pounds? He'd grown nearly double his weight in less than a day? It was impossible. Unnatural. Unreal! But it felt so real. And so good. If only Jacob were there. If only those strong paws were working his blubber, bouncing his ass, teasing him about how fat he was.

"Are you okay, bro?" Franco asked when Baxter didn't say anything.

"Mmph. I need you to fuck me."

"What?" Franco climbed out from under Baxter's belly and saw the sheer, naked desire in the caribou's fat snout.

"I said fuck me! I've got all this fat! I've been eating all day! I need someone to enjoy it!"

"Alright, alright!" Franco replied. A mixture of concern and lust on his face. Baxter was acting far hornier than he ever had before, but he'd enjoyed their session that morning. Franco groped one of Baxter's fat tits. "Let's get you into bed."

Baxter almost knocked Franco over as he waddled out of the bathroom, those fat ass cheeks jiggling and clapping as he made his way from the bathroom to Franco's room. There was no way that Baxter's bed would contain him anymore but Franco's certainly could. The money he'd been given had also gone into buying a new bed. The king size mattress groaned as Baxter rolled onto it, swaying his massive rump in the air. Franco came in a moment later, tossing off his shirt.

"Alrighty, wide load." Franco chuckled, giving Baxter's rump a firm spank, making the cervine moan in delight. "Let's go."

Baxter expected Franco to just climb onto his backside and get to work. Instead, he felt Franco climbing into bed as well. The heavyset rodent moved around in front of Baxter. For a moment, the caribou was puzzled. What was Franco doing? It was then that he saw what the rat had in mind. Franco knelt in front of Baxter, his throbbing shaft bouncing in front of the cervine's fat snout.

"Since I was nice to suck you off this morning," Franco said, rubbing Baxter's cheek. "I think it's only fair if you do the same."

Baxter blushed at that. It wasn't what he'd been expecting.

"What, too good to suck my dick? Think a fatty like you can get away with just getting humped all the time? That ass of yours is fucking amazing, and I'm gonna pound it. But first, I wanna feel your lips on my dick."

Baxter's cheeks reddened at those words, but what could he do? He opened his snout wide, and let Franco shove his dick in. Baxter' felt that shaft slip to the back of his throat as he wrapped his tongue around it.,

"Mmmphh ahhh fuuuck!" Franco grunted, leaning forward and letting his belly rest on Baxter's antlers. "Dunno why you were stalling. You're great at this!"

Baxter let out a muffled grunted as Franco humped his muzzle, pumping that dick in and out, making Baxter's cheeks and chins jiggle. Franco picked up the pace, working his shaft deeper, pistoning his shaft until Baxter felt it swell and got a load of his rodents seed down his throat, which he greedily gulped down.

"Oh, that's better." Franco said, gently sliding his shaft out of Baxter's muzzle. "Now, let's give this blob what he wants."

Baxter wobbled on the bed as Franco climbed off and walked around the caribou's massive bulk. He took his time, savouring the sight of that mass of cervine blubber filling his bed.

"Mmphh..come on!" Baxter groaned, losing sight of Franco as he moved around behind him only to feel a pair of paws grope into his massive ass cheeks, making him moan loudly.

"Don't worry, fatso," Franco said as he climbed onto the bed. Baxter could feel Franco's belly resting on his backside as that shaft started to sink between his cheeks. "I'll take care of ya."

Baxter groaned as that shaft sank into him, stretching his ring. He needed it so badly. He needed to be ridden and humped. He shuddered as Franco leaned into him, pounding that ass with an eagerness that almost matched Baxter's. The pair bounced and wobbled against one another as the bed creaked and groaned from the fury of their lust. Baxter rolled forward with each thrust, groping at his moobs as he sloshed and jiggled. Franco leaned over him, pressing his paws into the cervine's back rolls, sloshing and groping, adding a few heavy slaps to those cheeks, sending Baxter over the moon. Their sloshing, thrusting passion built to a churning crescendo that ended with Franco depositing another load in Baxter as Baxter painted his fat underbelly with his own load.

Franco finally collapsed against Baxter, rubbing his sides as he nuzzled into his back.

"Looks like you'll be sleeping in here, fatso." Franco chuckled, kneading at Baxter's sides.

"Mmm...sounds good to me." Baxter panted, basking in the pleasure of his girth, and passed out.

The next few days were a flurry of feasting and fattening. Baxter woke up the next morning to Franco serving him breakfast. Three massive stacks of pancakes were stuffed into his fat muzzle before he was even allowed to get up.

"Just a little treat for the world's fattest caribou," Franco had said. He was cuddled up against Baxter's side, kneading his belly with one hand as he stuffed a forkful of pancakes in with the other. Baxter had barely managed to wake up, but his stomach was already roaring with hunger. He just opened wide as the food was packed in. After every pancake came a few sausages dripping with syrup. He munched them down, licking the fork and nibbling Franco's fingers suggestively.

"We'll save that for a little later, fatty." Franco smirked, nuzzling Baxter's plump cheek as the rest of those syrup soaked pancakes were stuffed into his fat face.

The rat wasn't anywhere near as strong as Reginald, so getting the caribou out of bed was a bit of a struggle. Baxter sat at the edge of the bed, grunting as Franco pulled.

"Come on, fat stuff!" The rat grunted.

"I'm trying!" Baxter groaned, struggling to work his legs underneath him. "You try being nearly a thousand pounds!" It was a struggle, but the pair finally managed it, just with a great deal more sweat than usual. Once they'd managed to hoist himself out of bed, Baxter was waddled to the bathroom for a long shower. Franco took great pleasure in kneading into those slippery, sudsy rolls.

"It's like washing a beached whale." Franco laughed, sloshing Baxter's enormous belly for emphasis.

"Gonna need a bigger bathtub soon." Baxter replied as he wobbled and bounced. Franco had to stand outside of the shower now. Baxter's bloated frame took up all available space.

"I'll see if I can stretch the budget for it, you sexy orca." Franco snickered before sinking his shaft into Baxter's fat navel.

After breakfast, and another stack of pancakes, Baxter waddled off to work. Reginald was there to greet him with more encouragement and more food. The cubicle he'd been too small to enter had been widened to allow his increased girth. The office chair was replaced with a couch. His work had gotten easier, in that Reginald stuck around.

"I can't let my star employee have trouble with his work." The hyena said, gently guiding the caribou to the couch. Baxter rolled back onto the couch with a grunt and a syrupy belch. He just had to sit back, and let the hyena stuff him. He worked through gourmet pizzas and streams of appetisers. He chugged down rootbeer floats and specialty drinks. His body continued to swell and bloat as he was fed. His belly swelled out over his lap, stretching fabric and popping buttons as his belly devoured more space. He was growing more rapidly with each passing hour.

When he got home, Baxter was greeted with more food. Franco kept Baxter eating all night until it was time to waddle the blimp to bed where Baxter would bask in the pleasure of taking everything Franco could give him. And still Baxter grew fatter and fatter.

It was Friday morning, the day of the date. Baxter waddled into the lobby, panting with every step. He'd truly grown massive since his devotion to his own expansion. His belly now almost brushed the floor with his massive rump acting as a counterbalance. A pair of sturdy suspenders kept his belly from slapping onto the floor. His arms jutted out to his sides almost completely now. His body was a mountain of wobbling folds and sloshing rolls of pure lard. His motion was a slow, steady roll of suited blubber that heaved slowly along the floor. It was amazing that he didn't need help getting around. Somehow, he managed to stay mobile. Surely he should be too massive to get around without the help of a crane. But somehow he did.

Baxter was just making it to the elevator, when he felt a poke into his side.

"Hey there, Baxter."

Baxter turned his head slowly, trying to work around the blubber that cradled his snout, and saw Charlie standing next to him. The polar bear was grinning at the enormous caribou's bulk. "How are you doing?"

"Mpphhh..good." Baxter said, a little nervously. He wasn't sure what it was about the bear, but he just felt off. "What can I..mphh..do for you?"

"Well, I was just wondering if you'd join me in my office for lunch? I've been following your progress and I think you might be twelfth floor material."

"Really?" Baxter said. Though in truth, he wasn't that surprised. He'd been growing so massive lately and Marshall had said something about an executive training program. Maybe the bear could help with that.

"Alright then," Baxter said, nodding his fat muzzle slowly.

"Perfect. I'll see you in my office at lunch." Charlie said, giving Baxter's belly a firm knead. Despite himself, Baxter let out a deep groan of pleasure as the bear pushed past him and onto the elevator. Baxter made to waddle in after him but Charlie held up a paw.

"I think you'll have to get the next one." the large bear chuckled. "Not enough room for two."

Baxter watched as the doors closed on him. What was Charlie thinking? There was plenty of room. The bear would have been a little cramped but it'd be fine. The thought of the bear being squished against Baxter's now enormous rump made his stubby tail wag. Heh, just desserts. Oh well. Time for work.

He spent the rest of the morning as he had the last few, with his broad rump resting comfortably and food getting packed into his snout. Reginald was almost resting on top of him now. The hyena was forced to lean into the side of Baxter's ample belly as he pushed chocolate croissants into his fat snout. His mind settled into the routine of being fed, enjoying the way Reginald would rub his stomach, working that soft blubber side to side.

He was just finishing up a platter of churro's when Reginald checked his watch.

"Well, Baxter," He said, wiping the caribou's snout clean with a napkin. "Ready for lunch?

"Mmmphh yes, but," Baxter said, stifling a burp as Reginald began to help him out of the couch. "I've got a meeting."

"Oh? Who's managed to snag you?" Reginald as he straightened out the blubber stuffed bull's tie.

"Got a meeting with, mmph, Charlie."

"Really? What's that big marshmallow want with you?" Reginald asked, his tone turning sour.

"Something about maybe offering me a job," Baxter said, waddling out of the cubicle.

"Really?" Reginald said, sinking his paws into Baxter's ample belly. "Does that mean I'm gonna lose my favourite fatty?"

"Mpphmmhh..."Baxter blushed, unsure of what to say. On the one hand he'd never had a better job. The feeding, the pampering and not to mention the effort made to turn him into the fattest fur around was certainly something he'd never expected to enjoy. Why would he want that to end? But on the other hand... There was still so much of Geotrack he hadn't seen. If this was just the fifth floor then what must the twelfth floor be like?

The hyena could see the wheels turning in Baxter's mind and gave his ample chest a squeeze. "Just don't make any rash decisions, alright?"

"It's just a lunch meeting," Baxter grunted. "I'll be fine."

Baxter made his way onto the elevator before realising that he didn't have access to the higher floors. Or so he thought. As if on cue, the floor of the elevator shifted and Baxter watched the panel light up all the way up to the fifteenth floor, just five shy of the twentieth floor, the top floor. He turned slowly in the elevator, managing to push the button and the elevator rose with only a slight groan of effort.

The twelfth floor turned out to be far different than Baxter had imagined. Far from being a sea of cubicles, this floor was mostly open space and offices. The central portion of the floor was dominated by large open spaces and comfy, low couches, perfect for someone of Baxter's size to sit in. Many of the couches were already occupied, and most were as big, if not bigger than him.

Baxter waddled out of the elevator and looked on in awe as he saw a fox, a german shepherd, and a crow, all seated in a circle amidst those couches. Each one looked to be larger than Baxter. Their massive bellies rolled out in front of them, smothering their legs. Their clothing had long since popped open, revealing all that plush, soft blubber. Beside each of the fatties was a smaller, but still heavy looking assistant. They were leaning into the fatties, pushing food into their snouts. Baxter tried to ignore the naked display of gluttony, and waddled right into Charlie.

"Ah, there you are," Charlie said, giving Baxter's belly a rub. "Glad you could make it.

"Thanks for the invitation," Baxter said, still staring at the display.

"Oh, don't mind them," Charlie replied, still kneading his paw into Baxter's belly. "They're just having a little team building exercise. The employees that eat together, work well together."

"Uh, right," Baxter said. The trio didn't even seem to notice anyone else was around. Their minds seemed to be focused entirely on being stuffed. He watched as the assistants occasionally worked over the employee's chests as they spoke to them, something about growth and upward momentum. He was pulled from this when he felt the polar bear give his stomach another rub. It was then that he noticed just how large the bear was. Despite Charlie's immense girth there was still plenty of muscle buried beneath that padding.

"You must be hungry. How about we continue this meeting in my office? I've ordered some lunch for you."

The prospect of food caused Baxter to switch gears. "Sure, sounds good."

"Wonderful, follow me."

Baxter waddled along after Charlie, still taking in the sights of the floor. The offices were all closed, and the glass walls shuttered. There was something about the floor that struck him as less welcoming than the others. The only person around that wasn't being fed seemed to be Charlie. The bear led the way, allowing Baxter to get a better look at him. By far the biggest asset of the bear's already impressively fat frame was his rump. Those snow wide cheeks rolled heavily, barely contained in the striped pants he wore. A nub of a tail stuck out above them. Baxter had to keep stopping as Charlie would pause to point out an office or some feature of the floor. The trouble was, Baxter couldn't stop on a dime, causing the caribou to waddle into that backside, his belly spreading over it. But finally, they reached Charlie's office.

The office was by far the largest that Baxter had seen in the building. It was almost three times the size of Reginald's office, with large, low set furniture, a massive oak desk, and of course, piles of food. Charlie made his way behind his desk, sitting down in a large, couch sized office chair, while Baxter paused in the doorway. The only other seat in the office was a large chair that was almost comically too small for Baxter. On either side of the chair stood a badger and a skunk dressed in catering outfits. On the left of the chair Baxter was expected to sit in, there was what looked like an entire buffet worth of food.

"Have a seat." Charlie said as he settled into his own chair. Baxter waddled into the room nervously. He was no stranger to large amounts of food, but this seemed a little excessive even for him. Well, he reasoned as he settled into the chair, Charlie had wanted to see him about a business proposition. Maybe he was trying to butter him up?

"There we go, comfy?" Charlie asked.

"It's a little small," Baxter said, not daring to squirm too much as the chair groaned under his massive weight.

"Don't worry, it won't be there long." Charlie nodded, looking at the two caterers. "Feed him."

The two furs nodded as they moved to the large buffet and got to work. Baxter watched as they pulled lids off of trays revealing huge slabs of roast beef, mountains of potatoes smothered in gravy, and plenty of yorkshire puddings. They piled two plates high with food and moved to flank Baxter, and started feeding him.

"Now, Baxter," Charlie said as Baxter's snout was stuffed with food. "You've been making wonderful progress here at Geotrack. Why, it's not even been a month yet and you've been rising through the ranks with amazing speed. I don't think anyone else has risen as fast as you have."

"Mpphh, thanks," Baxter grunted, his snout stuffed with potatoes. He was no stranger to being fed, but the way the two furs were feeding him seemed more about keeping him from moving than just sating his appetite.

"And well, I've heard about your potential in the executive path, but I honestly feel you might have a better career path to follow." Charlie went on. "Do you really want to be at the top of the heap? It's a rather stressful job, I won't lie. I've seen plenty of employees reach those heights and then burn out pretty quick."

"I think I'm up for the, uurrrp, challenge." Baxter belched, licking gravy from his chins as the feeding continued.

"Oh, you say that now. But in a few weeks time, who's to say?" Charlie said, grunting as he climbed to his paws and waddled around the large table to stand in front of Baxter. The two caterers stepped back, allowing the bear to press his belly into Baxter's and knead that heavy gut, making the caribou moan.

"I'm offering you a job as my personal assistant. The hours are great, and the pay is much better than what you've got now. All you have to do is say yes."

"Mpphh..That's very, urp, generous of you," Baxter said, blushing red. "But I think I need some time to think about it, ahh!!" Baxter let out a yelp as Charlie leaned forward, the combined weight finally being too much for the chair to handle. Baxter's massive rear slapped into the floor, sending him rolling and wobbling as he sat there, staring up at the bear who's friendly smile had darkened somewhat.

"You're going to turn me down? Me? Not a smart plan, fatass." He growled. Baxter struggled to move as the bear stepped back and turned around. There was the snap of suspenders as the bear undid his pants, causing those enormous cheeks to wobble into view.

"I think it's time I showed you some of the perks of being my personal seat." Charlie said as he leaned backwards. Baxter could only squirm and flail as those massive white cheeks bore down on him. He reached his fat arms up, trying to stop them, but he might as well have been trying to stop an avalanche. The bear's wide, naked ass rolled down on him, clapping against his moobs and rolling up over his snout, burying his face in hot, plush, bear booty.

Baxter grunted as those cheeks sloshed around him, forcing his snout deeper. He could hear muffled laughter and growls coming from above him as that immense weight pressed against him.

"Ah! Not bad!" Charlie laughed, rolling his cheeks side to side. "Those antlers are a bit of an annoyance, we'll have to shave those down. You're not a bad seat, Baxter. We'll just have to add another thousand pounds to you and you'll be perfect!"

A thousand pounds?! Baxter squirmed and wriggled, struggling to break free. He'd just be a pile of lard! He didn't want to end up this bears cushion! He had to do something, anything. But what could he do? He was too enormous to fight back.

"You two," Charlie said. Baxter assumed it was the caterers. "Get a hose. We'll fatten this blimp one way or another."

Baxter groaned into those soft ass cheeks, his snout grinding against that blubber, as he felt his shirt starting to get untucked. Paws were kneading at his back rolls, all the while the polar bear bounced on top of him and ground his ass further into Baxter's face. The sounds of blubber plapping and jiggling filled the air as Baxter wobbled and sloshed helplessly under the bear's mighty rear.

"Am I interrupting?" A voice said. Baxter couldn't hear through the volume of rump flesh surrounding his head, but he felt Charlie freeze.

"Oh, don't stop on my account."

"Uh...Marshall." Charlie said. "What brings you here?" There was a sound like a firecracker going off and then Charlie was no longer sitting on Baxter. The caribou blinked in the light as he saw Charlie leaning against his desk. He was looking over his shoulder, rubbing the bright red paw print that was left on his backside.

"I hear that someone is offering one of my newest employee's a new position and THIS is what I find?" Marshall said, his voice losing all of its friendly demeanour. Baxter noticed then just how deep the stallion's voice really was.

"I..errr..well," Charlie stammered, turning to look at Marshall. The stallion walked around Baxter, pausing for a moment to look down at him.

"Are you alright, Baxter?" He asked.

"I..well, I think so." Baxter said, rubbing his snout. Marshall nodded and walked up to the bear, palming one of those ass cheeks with his large mit.

"You'll be spending some time with me, Charlie." Marshall growled. The bear's ears flattened and a look of horror spread across with me. "No arguments. It appears I've got some lessons about how to treat employee's to impart on you. Now get out of here."

Charlie turned and rushed out of the room as fast as his obese frame could carry him. His massive rear sloshing and bouncing as his gut slapped his knees. It would have been comically if those cheeks hadn't been threatening to suffocate Baxter a moment ago. Marshall watched the blimp leave before walking over to Baxter.

"Let's get you up, big guy." Marshall said, hoisting Baxter back to his feet. "I know it must have been a bit of a shock." He went on, helping Baxter tuck his shirt back in.

"I'm alright, really," Baxter said, blushing furiously as Marshall adjusted his shirt and tie.

"Well, I don't want you thinking that I'll just let something like that slide," Marshall said, patting Baxter's chest. "Why don't you just take the rest of the day off? I know you've got a date tonight."

Baxter blushed. It would be nice to rest up for his meeting with Jason, something he'd almost forgotten about given what had just happened. "You heard about that?"

"Heh, A good boss keeps tabs on his employees. I saw the way you two were working together when you first started. I hope you have a great time." Marshall said as he guided Baxter out of Charlie's office and back towards the elevator. Baxter noticed the trio of fatties had vanished as well.

"You just get home and relax, buddy. And then enjoy your night."

Getting to Jason's place had been much easier than Baxter had thought it would be. He'd spent the rest of the day at home with Franco. He had to spend a bit of time talking the rodent down from going into Baxter's work with a baseball bat to 'give the bear something else to sit on', before he was finally able to relax himself. Franco had been happy to let Baxter settle in beside him on the couch, enjoying a day of relaxation to steady his nerves. That only lasted until Baxter got a text from Jason, letting him know he was sending a car to pick him up. The car in question turned out to be a large van with a well padded interior. It was perfect for the blimp that Baxter had become.

Baxter was dropped off in front of a large house in the nicer part of town. He waddled up the front step, dressed in a suit and tie that Franco had helped stuff him into. Baxter shuffled along up the path to the door and rang the doorbell. Baxter swayed nervously on his hooves as he stood there. Was he big enough? Jacob had wanted him to get massive and he felt he'd done that. His heart was starting to flutter when the door finally opened and Jason stood in the doorway.

Baxter hadn't been the only one bulking up. The wolf had grown taller than the doorway. His enormous physique was dominated by the large, keg of a belly, his swollen thighs and bulging biceps. He looked like strength and canine power personified. He was wearing a shirt that barely held in his burly figure and pants that looked second away from tearing apart to reveal the enormous bulge stuffed within.

"What's this?" Jacob said, grinning down at Baxter. "I thought I was gonna have a date tonight. But someone's left me a bunch of bacon on the step!"

Baxter's cheeks flushed red. "Heh, how's it going, Jacob?"

"Oh, it's going great now that you're here, fatty." Jacob growled, leaning down to plant a kiss on Baxter's fat snout. The caribou let out a groan as he was kissed, his tail wagging over his wide rump. The wolf's paws worked into his belly, kneading and working that blubber as he slowly pulled Baxter inside.

Jacob only broke the kiss long enough to close the door behind Baxter, then he pressed into the caribou's side.

"Mmm I've been dreaming about this all week!" Jacob said, nuzzling Baxter's cheek as he walked beside him. "Hearing about how much you've been fattening up has been driving me crazy!"

"Me too," Baxter said, blushing as he nuzzled into that kiss. He felt like he was going to float away. After a week of feasting, fattening, and worrying, he found Jacob loving every inch of him. "Let's get down to it." He said, eagerly groping at Jacob's bulge.

"Mmm, so eager. I love it. But not quite yet, fatso." Jacob chuckled, growling and nibbling into Baxter's neck rolls. He led Baxter through the entrance way towards what smelled like the dining room. "I want to show you something."

Baxter couldn't help but groan at those licks. He felt his hooves wobble under him. He was sure he wasn't going to be able to go on another moment without Jacob getting on top of him, but he stopped when he saw the dining room.

"I thought about just you and me for the night," Jacob said, grinning as Baxter looked at the dining room. "But I thought of a way to make it better. I thought, why not make it a threesome?" There, sitting at the dining room table, already eating an entire loaf of garlic bread, was Norman.

The cheetah had grown quite a bit since the last time Baxter had laid eyes on him. The spotted blob was seated at the table, licking butter from paws that looked able to do little else but stuff food into his muzzle. His stomach had swelled down to the floor, spreading in front of him like a mountain of half melted ice cream, burying his legs. Baxter could see the swell of the cheetah's enormous rump rolling out behind him. If Norman could move, Baxter thought, it'd only be with a crane.

"So what do you think?" Jacob chuckled, making his way over to the cheetah and rubbing his jowls as he ate, causing the blobbish feline to purr.

"He's...so big!" Baxter said as he waddled to a chair on the other side of the table.

"I know! He's massive! Just like you'll be!" Jacob said, rushing around to stand beside Baxter, a paw groping Baxter's ample belly. "I'm gonna make you just as fat as he is!"

"Ermphh..really?" Baxter said, blushing furiously as he stared up that cheetah mountain.

"Mmm I know you can do it. Look how fat you've gotten already! You're a blimp! But I want you fatter." Jacob growled, nibbling Baxter's cheek as he reached for a plate of food. The table was already piled high with food. There were dishes of every kind laid out] for him.

"By the end of the night, I'm gonna have two twin piggies to play with."

Baxter's cheeks burned as Jacob reached for a plate of pasta, and began to stuff him. The memories of his fantasy came flooding back. The burly, adonis figure standing over the two mountains of gluttonous pleasure. Any chance of being the one in charge melted away as the wolf leaned into him, stuffing linguini into his mouth. He wasn't the one meant to be holding the leash. He was the oinker on the other end. The one that groaned and did as his master told him.

The feast seemed to flow in and around him like a dream. Jacob stood beside him, towering over him, as he packed his fat snout. He worked on plates of pasta and loaves of garlic bread. He stuffed in trays of buttery lasagna and roasted chicken. He moved from plate to plate, dish to dish, packing it all in. And all the while Baxter grew.

His stomach bloated out in front of him, straining the buttons on his shirt as it gurgled and churned. Each button slowly snapping and popping off, bouncing off Norman's bloated frame as he ate. Baxter's already impressive gut rolled towards the floor, churning with all that food. His backside and hips swelled, tearing and ripping his pants as they went, filling and overflowing the couch of a seat he was filling. Baxter felt himself rising higher and rounder, bloating with fresh blubber as Jacob kept mercilessly stuffing him, shovelling food down his fat muzzle.

"Mmm look at this prize piggy!" Jacob growled, groping into those truck tire sized belly rolls, forcing a few heavy belches from Baxter's fat muzzle. "Mm, just eager to eat! Gonna get so massive and fat! I've been getting bigger too, piggy.' Jacob said as he ground his bulge into the side of Baxter's churning belly. "Gonna need the widest, softest, greediest ass around to take all of me. Think that's you, lardass?" He punctuated the question with a slap on Baxter's rump, sending a wave of blubber through the churning, swelling Cervine.

"Mmphmhmm yes!" Baxter moaned, loving every second of it. "Fill me! Fatten me! I wanna be, mmphhm, huge! I wanna be your big fat oinker! You're sloshing, bed filling hog!" Baxter groaned around the food, letting himself swell and bloated. He felt his arms rising up at his sides, blimped up by his expanding moobs. He felt his biceps swell and churn, pinning his arms to his sides. His cheeks were swelling out enough to become visible to him now. He had to peer past his own fat muzzle to see the food getting crammed into his face.

His backside rolled over the couch he was smothering, burying it in blubber. He was growing larger and larger, fatter and fatter. His stomach rolled against the dining room table, pressing it up against Norman who let out a loud belch. Baxter was growing too big for his clothing, too big for any clothing. Why would he even need it now? He was Jacob's fat hog? A sloshing, jiggling mountain of pork flesh to be fed and fucked by his loving and wonderful wolf.

"Mmmm doing well, piggy," Jacob said, stepping back to take in the sight of that mountainous form the caribou was becoming. "We're almost there."

Baxter belched heavily as he felt the table getting moved, allowing his gut to roll down and slap into the floor, or so he'd thought. INstead, it collided with the cheetah's, causing their bodies to jiggle as they sloshed against one another, making both of them groan at the realisation of just how massive they'd gotten.

"How about dessert?" Jacob said. Baxter craned his neck as he best he could and saw Jacob standing beside them both, holding a pair of hoses. Baxter and Norman opened wide as Jacob stuffed the hoses into their fat muzzles and hoisted a pair of kegs onto his shoulders. Baxter could only watch in beached bliss as what looked like chocolate shake started to flow down the tubes to his muzzle. With a groan, he began to gulp.

A thick torrent of shake filled his belly with each gulp, causing him to swell rounder and rounder. Norman's shirt popped open, letting that blubbery belly roll and jiggle against Baxter as they swelled. They were churning against one another now. Their enormous forms colliding with each pound and inch they gained. Baxter could feel himself wobbling more and more as they both fought for space. Their bellies rose higher as they grew.

Baxter suckled as hard as he could, guzzling down the rich, delicious shake as he flailed his helpless fat arms in pure delight. Finally, the last few trickles of shake tapered off, and Baxter finished up with a room shaking belch.

"Mmm, now this is a pair of piggies!" Jacob laughed. The two massive blobs filled the room. Their stomachs rising up almost to the height of the massive wolf's chest. He leaned into the pair, kneading and groping their bellies, making them both belch and churn. It was then that Baxter realised Jacob had stripped off his pants. Something immense and hard was sinking between his and Norman's bellies. The wolf's dick thrusted between them, using their bellies as the mounds of pleasure they were. He leaned into the pair, reaching for their fat tits and groping, squeezing, fondling them deeply. The pair were groaning and panting, huffing and moaning. They were lost in the pleasure of it all, being so fat, so huge, so lusted after. It was more than Baxter could contain. He could only lay there and wobble, revelling in the pleasure of it as Jacob got himself off on their blubber alone.

"Mmmm but I'm not wasting this, you big fat oinker!" Jacob growled, tugging his shaft free. Baxter watched as Jacob moved around behind him, and started to push. Baxter let out a belch as those strong paws sank into his back rolls while that shaft plunged into his cheeks, teasing his ring gently. "Mmm but not just yet."

Baxter was about to ask what the hold up was, why Jacob wasn't filling him like the fat pig he was, when he heard the front door open.

"Hope I'm not too late." A deep voice called out. Baxter tried to turn his head and saw Marshall appear behind Norman.

"How're you feeling, Baxter?" Marshall asked with a grin.

"Mmmphh...fill mee!" Baxter moaned, unable to think of anything else to say. He wanted more. He wanted to be bigger, fatter. He wanted Jacob on top of him, riding his rump, plunging that shaft down his throat. He wanted to churn and wobble with pleasure and bask in the lust Jacob was showering on him.

"Glad to hear it." Marshall said. He was wearing his usual shirt and tie combo. He stepped in behind the beached cheetah and started to unbutton his shirt. "But I wonder, are you prepared for one final test? One last little hurdle to overcome to see if you've got what it takes to join Geotrack's executive program?"

"Anything!" Baxter moaned. "Just give me moooore!"

"Gooood," Marshal growled. Baxter watched as the horse seemed to grow in height. He swelled with muscle as he grew, his fur starting to be covered in strange red symbols that glowed in the dim light of the dining room. His eyes grew red and his mane turned from just red to a deeper, fiery colour and a second set of eyes appeared over the first. He clapped one massive paw onto the cheetah's massive rump, making him groan as he was shoved forward just as Jacob did the same.

Baxter found himself sloshing onto his belly, rolling and rubbing against the cheetah, until they were almost snout to snout. Baxter looked at the pleasure blitzed expression on the cheetahs face. The look of someone so saturated with pleasure that they couldn't think of anything else. The cheetah's expression turned into sudden, orgasmic bliss as the horse mounted him. Baxter barely had time to think as Jacob finally thrust forward, ramming his shaft into Baxter.

The motion from that first thrust sent Baxter forward just as Norman did the same. Their fat moobs rolled together as they were humped, snouts pressing in close enough to kiss. Without thinking, Baxter pressed his lips against the cheetah's, and the pair began to make out.

"Mmm that's a good piggy," Jacob growled, slapping Baxter's massive rump as he pounded deeper and harder, working his cock inside the enormously obese caribou. "Juuust love it! Gonna make you mine!"

"Yesmmphh!" Baxter groaned as he nuzzled and licked at the cheetah's fat muzzle, his fat paws managing to roll forward enough to grope those spotty moobs. "Mmmphh all yours!"

"That's what I like to hear!" Marshall roared as he rode the cheetah, making Norman groan and squeal with each thrust of that mighty shaft. "I love to see my employee's getting along! Nothing but pleasure from here on out! I need a fatso like you, Baxter, on my team. I need someone Jacob can enjoy while he's getting his work done! It'll be hard work! He's only going to get bigger! So you'll have to get even fatter! Think you can do that, Baxter? Think you're up to the challenge of growing as fat and soft as your new master wants?"

Baxter practically melted at those words. A lifetime of riding that wolfs' shaft, of being his bloated plaything? Of doing nothing but revelling in pleasure and delight? He would have rolled himself back to take that shaft harder as it pistoned into him. It seemed to be growing inside him, stretching him wider and filling him more deeply than ever before.

"Yes!" Baxter squealed, adding in an oink for good measure. "I'm all yours!" He moaned.

"That's my piggy!" Jacob roared, sinking his paws deep into the sides of Baxter's massive rump cheeks, and unleashed his load. A tidal wave of seed pumped into Baxter, making him churn and gurgle as he started to swell, bloating rounder and wider, swelling up and starting to roll against Norman, slowly burying the cheetah in a wave of caribou lard. Baxter felt his mind explode as orgasmic pleasure the likes of which he'd never felt before thundered through him, making his body tingle with unreal pleasure. The swelling didn't seem to want to stop. He grew rounder and wider, softer and fatter. He could feel Jacob climbing up onto the swell of his massive ass cheeks, still pumping into him as he grew rounder, filling up the dining room and pinning Norman somewhere beneath his churning blubber.

Finally, the wave subsided, and Baxter was left sloshing in a sea of his own blubber. He felt Jacob climbing over his churning body, until he finally slid into view, placing a kiss on Baxter's bloated features.

"Welcome aboard, lardo." Jacob chuckled, nuzzling Baxter's cheek. From somewhere behind, Baxter could feel a paw pressing into his massive rump. There was a brief flare of pain but it subsided as Jacob nuzzled in close, licking those fat cheeks as he tugged something off of Baxter. The caribou looked up to see his lanyard dangling in the wolf's grip. On it was still the slim and trim image of what Baxter had been only weeks before. But that felt like a lifetime ago now. There was only the pleasure of his sloshing body, and the desire to give Jacob everything he could ever want of his fat pig. Jacob leaned in close, kissing Baxter's muzzle, locking lips as the pair wobbled softly, basking in their pleasure. If this was living as an executive, Baxter never wanted it to end.

"Can I come in?"

Franco looked the hyena up and down. He'd never met him before, but the outfit suggested a corporate type.

"You from Geotrack?" Franco asked, stepping aside to let him in.

"Yes, as a matter of fact. My names Reginald." The hyena said, turning to shake Franco's paw. "I understand you've been overwhelming our phones with questions."

"I want some damn answers." Franco growled, shooting the hyena a dirty look. "Like where Baxter is!"

Reginald sighed as he wandered into the apartment. The rodent had been calling every phone number he could find and sending emails to every address that was even remotely related to Geotrack. Normally it wouldn't have been a problem, but the rodent was insistent. The apartment was a mess of take out boxes and delivery. Apparently the stress of worrying about his friend had caused the rat to stress eat. Already Franco's once merely overweight frame had ballooned into a belly that constantly stuck out from his tank top and rested against his thighs and he wore a pair of shorts that barely fit across that wide rear.

"As I understand it, Franco." Reginald said. "The contract you signed was quite clear. You take the sponsorship deal, and don't ask any questions."

"That was before I knew you were gonna disappear Baxter on me!" Franco shouted. "Why won't anyone tell me where he is? I can't even find anything out about that wolf he was sweet on!"

"You know the rules just like I do, Franco," Reginald replied. "You signed a contract. What am I supposed to do?" He watched as the rat waddled back towards the couch and sat down with a grunt. A thought suddenly occurred.

"Now that I think about it. I think you're right." Reginald said with a smile.

"Hmm?" Franco said, putting down the large soda cup he'd been drinking out of.

"You do deserve to know what's going on. The truth of the matter is that Baxter has accepted a rather lucrative new job in the executive training program. As such he's been sent off to a training resort for a few months."

"Really?" Franco said, doubt plain on his face.

"Really." Reginald replied. "We don't usually like to let that information slip. We've got competition that'd love to find out about how we train our executives. I guess our legal team got a little overzealous about it. Everyone was just doing their jobs, you understand."

"So, he's fine?" Franco said.

"Of course! He's probably on some beach right now, soaking in the sun."

"So why can't I get in touch with him?"

Reginald sat down on the couch beside Franco. "Like I said, management wants to keep it all hush hush. Everyone is cut off when they get there. But trust me, he's doing fine. Tell me something, Franco. Have you ever thought of getting a corporate job?"

"An office gig? No way!" Franco replied. "You won't catch me wearing a suit and tie."

"Not a job like that, big guy," Reginald said. "I mean maybe something in a more official capacity. Your streaming has been doing well, has it?"

"Yeah, but, well, it could be doing better."

"What if Geotrack were to up our sponsorship deal? Offer more tech, maybe a community manager?"

Franco thought about that for a moment. Someone to help with editing videos and figure out what content he should be posting would be great.

"What's the catch?" He asked.

Reginald raised his paws in front of him. "No catch. You'd get to look over and have final say on any changes that are suggested with your channel and your content. It'd be a way to build the brand that I think would benefit us both."

"Hmmm." Franco rubbed his plump muzzle thoughtfully.

"If it sweetens the deal," Reginald said, reaching into his pocket. "I can give you access to the Geotrack building. It'd be for meetings and, of course, access to our extensive food court."

Franco's belly rumbled at that. The memory of the meals Baxter had brought home were still fresh in his mind. All that food was so delicious. Nothing else really compared.

"What do I have to do?" He asked.

"Oh, easy." Reginald said, pulling a lanyard out of his pocket and dangling it in front of Franco. "Just accept."

The rat placed a paw on his belly as he contemplated the idea. If he could get inside Geotrack then maybe could really find out where Baxter had gone. Maybe he could even visit him. He missed having the fatty around.

"Alright then" Franco said, putting the lanyard around his neck. "I accept."

"Perfect." Reginald said with a smile, patting Franco's ample gut.

"Welcome aboard."