Office Romance

I started my new job today, everyone seems really nice and welcoming, I’m sure I’m going to fit in fine. It’s going to be a whole new experience for me, this is my first ever office job! I’ve worked retail for too long thank you!

I’ve been placed next to an older lady named Karen, she’s very chatty and seems really nice but she’s so fat. I doubt we’ll have much in common but at least she has cake. She could probably stand to lay off it a little if I’m honest but whatever gets her through the day right? I’m probably doing her a favour taking some of this off her hands.

I’ve been here a couple of months now and I’ve got to say, I probably wasn’t ready for the culture change. There’s so much downtime between work! At the shop I’d be on the go 8 hours a day, getting a rest whenever I could manage to fit one in, sometimes missing lunch all together. This place is like the complete opposite. I spend most of my time sitting around chatting and occasionally doing some work when it becomes available. Not to mention the amount of snacking I’ve been doing. It feels like almost everyday is someone’s birthday or retirement or leaving to have a baby. There’s always cake around for some reason.

Karen and I have become firm friends despite being from completely different worlds. She always seems interested to hear about my weekend exploits, going clubbing with my friends. I wonder if she ever did anything like that in her younger years. She looks as though she’s never seen the inside of a nightclub, the thought of her dancing away in her frumpy cardigan is quite funny.

She has offered to teach me how to knit though so there’s always that if I get bored of hangovers haha.

Something I have got to look out for though is my waistline. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve put on a little weight since starting here. It’s nothing major, 10lbs tops. But I’d better watch it if I don’t want to end up like Karen with her big belly pressed up against the desk.

I forgot my lunch the other day and I thought I’d be able to just coast by, relying on the office cake for lunch but Karen would hear nothing of it and split her lunch with me.

Half of this great big turkey sandwich, loaded with mayo and so much butter, a carton of chocolate milkshake and half of her apple pie. I was so stuffed and sluggish for the rest of the day, I swear I dropped off at one point.

The worst thing is I get so bored from doing nothing all day that I don’t seem to have the energy to go to the gym or anything at night. Something needs to change.



Okay so something did change, lots of things actually. I’ll go back in as much detail as possible.

Things kinda spiralled out of control for me a couple of months ago. A split from my girlfriend left me homeless and facing the possibility of having to move back in with my parents, they lived halfway across the country and I would lose my job. I poured my heart out to Karen and she was ready and waiting with a solution, she had a spare room she wasn’t using, she lived alone and would be glad of the company while I got back on my feet.

I was so happy I gave her a massive hug, I of course offered to pay rent but she said having her best friend as her roomie would be payment enough, I just had to contribute to bills. Was I really her best friend? I thought that was so sad.

I quickly moved my things in and soon we were doing everything together, commuting, working, eating, I was starting to build a real bond with her. I’d stopped going out with my friends as much as they all still socialised with my ex and things were so awkward when we were out together. So I spent evenings and weekends hanging round Karen’s flat, she would watch her trashy reality shows while she knitted and I read a lot, it was quite harmonious.

What wasn’t so peachy was my weight, with Karen making most of our meals my weight had continued to climb, I didn’t notice it so much at home as I mainly wore sweats and a T-shirt but my office attire was becoming ever more snug.

Eventually it came to a point where I could no longer stuff myself into it and wouldn’t you know it, the month I decide to get new clothes is the month payroll manage to screw up and not pay me.

It was Karen to the rescue again though, telling me how she hadn’t always been so large and she was sure she would have some things that would fit me if I was interested. It was so like Karen to be a clothes hoarder but what choice did I have? It was either this or go to work with my belly hanging out of my undone trousers. Besides, maybe Karen had some cool retro clothes stashed away, I mean she couldn’t have been a total frump her entire life right?

Wrong. Going through her wardrobe it became quite apparent that Karen had never had a clue about fashion. She pulled out a few items that she thought would fit and had me try them on. I couldn't help but notice her gaze on me as I stripped down to my underwear.

“I have some old bras and panties too if you’re interested” she said to break the tension. I hated to admit it but yes I was interested.

Full coverage, utilitarian, plain white panties and bra. I picked out a long wool skirt with a plaid pattern on it, I could probably make this work with a long sleeve black top, no such luck of course, I had to settle on a short sleeved, white button up blouse with a wide collar. It looked like something my gran would wear but I thanked Karen and gathered up all the clothes she had given me.

I went back to my room and had a little cry while I changed back into my sweats. I took my contacts out as they were hurting my eyes and took my makeup off before going back down for dinner in my glasses.

“Oh that look would go perfect with your new clothes” she said as she was dishing up another jumbo serving for dinner. I smiled sheepishly and dug in. I fell asleep on the sofa that night next to Karen as Big Brother blared in the background.


Come morning I was frantic, I couldn’t find my makeup bag! I could’ve sworn I left it in the bathroom but Karen said she hadn’t seen it. What’s worse is my contacts were in there too! I had no choice but to go to work without makeup and wearing my glasses, wearing Karen’s hand me downs. I was so embarrassed but what could I do but just sit there looking like a chubby frump? I swear I heard some of the girls laughing about me but I just drowned my sorrows in office cake.

Karen kindly offered to pick me up some contacts when she was next in town. She’s so nice to me, I told her I’d pay her back as soon as I could and gave her my prescription. My luck was out there too as my lenses were on back order, I’d just have to make do until then.

That weekend I was sitting watching X factor with her when she asked: 

“Doesn’t that long hair get on your nerves sometimes?”

I had to admit that styling my long blonde tresses did take a lot of effort every morning but they had been my defining feature for so long. She proceeded to tell me how she had been a hairdresser once upon a time and how she’d love to give me a new look.

I couldn’t say no could I? Look at all she’d done for me.


She stuffed me full of lasagna and chocolate ice cream that evening, I didn’t even object when the scissors came out. I took off my glasses and was largely blind as she snipped away, slowly transforming my long blonde curls into a bob cut that barely skimmed my shoulders, she wasn’t done though, bringing out a box of dye. I didn’t get a look at the colour until my hair was washed and dried and she pulled me in front of a mirror.

Still blurry she handed me my glasses, only they weren’t my glasses, they were a frame I would’ve expected her to wear. Big lenses sat in brown plastic frames, I put them on and the world became clear again. She’d obviously picked these up when I gave her my prescription instead of getting me contacts.

I looked in the mirror and was shocked at what I saw, she had dyed my hair the same mousy brown colour as hers! I looked like a younger, slimmer version of her!

“Now that gets the Karen seal of approval” she said as she clasped her hands in front of herself.

I stared slack jawed at myself as she placed a hand on my stuffed belly and favoured me with a passionate kiss that I couldn't help but melt into.

“Let’s take this into the bedroom mini me” she laughed as she lead me to her room.

As she stripped me of her clothes she showered me with kisses.

“You really are blossoming Louise, I knew I picked right”

“You meant for this to happen?” I asked as she continued, I didn’t want her to stop

“Naturally my dear, I’ve been working on you since day one. I knew a little extra weight would have that floosy of a girlfriend of yours agitated, you didn’t think there really was a special occasion every day did you?”


I blushed at my own naivety.

“Of course I was there to save the day, give you a place to stay, help you out with food and clothes when you had no money” she said as she lay me on her bed.

“That reminds me, I have to thank Sandra in payroll”

She disrobes, revealing her doughy belly to me for the first time.

“Think of yourself as my apprentice” she chuckles as she straddled me with her meaty thighs, I moan as she licks and kissed my neck.

“With the way you eat eventually we’ll be sharing the same size but until then you’ll wear nothing but my outgrown clothes”

I squirmed under her bulk as she ground her pussy on me, my arousal growing as she trailed her fingers over my folds.

“Pretty soon, no one is going to be able to tell us apart” she whispered breathlessly into my ear.

I climaxed at the mere mention of this.

“It seems you’re in agreement little one” she laughed as she positioned her glistening snatch above my face.

“All you need to do to make it official is make me come baby”

I dived in as though my life depended on it.


Later I lay with her juices still coating my face, I relaxed into her big spoon cuddle, her hand on my belly as she tenderly fed me fudge from a box on the nightstand.

She finished what she was knitting the next morning, it was a cardigan for me.

“A little large?” I enquired

“Don’t you worry, we’ll fix that” she laughed “now sit down for breakfast and then I’ll teach you how to make one for me”


I’m most of the way through finishing Karen’s cardigan now and she’s most of the way through making me her double. The girls at work may laugh but I’ve found a true office romance.