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The only illumination in his cubicle was the soft glare of his computer monitor. He was stuck working the graveyard shift, as usual. His boss wanted this new account set up within a week,a job that usually took a month to do considering the wealth of the client. The skunk’s paw rested on his belly, rubbing a bit at the flat surface as his computer slowly crunched numbers. [i]This is what I get for being an accountant[/i], he thought. He hadn’t slept in over a day, and it was started to catch up to him.\n\nHe kept an eye on the blue progress bar as it ever so slowly crawled across his screen. As he started to doze, his belly gave a loud rumble which scared him somewhat, the adrenaline rush giving him a bit more energy. Noah sighed once more, and lifted his slim 120lb, 5 foot tall figure out of the plush office chair, stretched, and headed down to the cafeteria.\n\nThe skunk made his way out of the maze of cubicles and continued down the hall to the double doors of the cafeteria. Though the office wasclosed and, aside from the janitors, he was alone, the cafeteria was always open. The place was pretty much automated, an enormous vending machine that could provide entire meals or quick snacks, and all made to\norder from the touch screen by the register. Noah gave a quick glance at the menu and tapped out an order for an extra large coffee and a creme danish, which within seconds slid out on a tray from a conveyor-powered chute. He paid with his credit card, and took his food to a table. The cafeteria was two-tiered, the farthest wall something of an enclosed\nbalcony overlooking an interior garden within the building. It was a relaxing place.\n\nNoah picked one of the smaller tables, the ones with the less comfortable chairs. He hoped the discomfort, plus the caffeine and sugar could force him to stay awake just a bit longer. He stared down at the garden below, admiring the colorful flowered plants as he downed the coffee as though it were in a shot glass. He sputtered and blinked, completely unaware that he was drinking so fast. “How the hell…?” he asked to nobody in particular. He groaned, noting that his jacket was covered in coffee stains from the sputtering. He slipped out of it, and carefully bit into the danish, which surprisingly tasted as fresh as though it just came out of the baker’s oven. The filling was a thick vanilla which flooded his mouth with a powerfully sweet flavor. Lost in these sensations, he slowly devoured the pastry, which seemed to be a\nlot larger than it looked because it just keep oozing out the delicious filling, more than it should have been able to hold.\n\nWith the last bite, Noah snapped back to reality. He looked around in confusion. “That was either the best damn danish I’ve ever had, or I’m really damn tired.” He checked his watch. Only a few minutes had passed. Shrugging, the skunk cleared the table and headed back to his cubicle, making a quick stop in the bathroom to wash his paws. As he looked up at the mirror, he gasped and did a double take. His shirt looked a lot tighter, the buttons straining somewhat around his regularly flat mid-section. “What the…?” He poked his belly, his confusion rising as he felt it jiggle and wobble. “I must really be tired, this can’t be real.” He gave up on trying to figure it out and headed back to his desk to check on the progress bar.\n\nHe ran over to his desk and glared at the monitor. The progress bar hadn’t moved very much at all, only up to 18% where it had been 15% before he left. He sighed and punched the desk, the fur on his stripped tail standing on end in anger. “Damnit! This isn’t exactly a CAD project. This should have been done minutes ago!” He slumped down into\nhis chair, which felt a bit more cushioned. He reached behind him…but had to reach a little further than usual. His paw rubbed a rump that was softer and wider than the one it was accustomed to. “Please let this be my imagination…”\n\nDetermined to figure out why his rather powerful computer was running so sluggishly, he ran through the task manager, finding no other programs running. After a few other checks, he could find nothing causing the major slowdown. “Well, I’m not about to reset the machine, and I obviously can’t pop it open. I’m going to have to wait…and when they\nget here, I am seriously going to have a word with the techies.” He sighed and rested a paw on his belly, still finding it to be a bit pudgy. “A dream, or gas. Or both. I just want to get home.” He stared at the bar, watching it move absolutely nowhere after a few minutes. He experimentally tapped the mouse, watching the cursor move about. “Didn’t crash…” Noah growled a bit, stood, and just started walking, soon finding himself before the touch screen at the cafeteria again.\n\nWithout even wondering how he wound up back there, he found himself ordering another coffee and 2 danishes. Blinded by anger and exhaustion, he downed the coffee faster than the first, and once again lost himself in the sinfully delicious cream filling of the danishes, which felt even larger and fuller than the last. Some cream spilled from his lips and dripped off a newly formed second chin onto his shirt, which now felt tighter than ever. Noah didn’t even care by this point. He undid his belt, chalking this all up to a really bad dream. He looked down at his midsection, which now strained the buttons on his shirt. Small gaps appeared between the buttons where his thick black fur poked out. He gave his gut a loving rub, feeling some pleasure at the sensation of the warm flesh rolling around. He also noticed that his chest was started to soften, sagging out a bit. His pants felt stretched at his butt, and soon ripped revealing two very wide rump cheeks just barely being restrained by his boxers. “This is a very odd dream…but it feels good.”\n\nHe looked and felt like he weighed around 240lbs, most of which was in his lower body, giving him quite the exaggerated pear shape. Even his thick tail seemed a bit fuller. He laughed out loud as he bounced his bigger belly. “My wife would die if she saw me like this. I just hope I wake up soon, the file’s gotta be done by now.” He stood up, leaving his torn pants on the floor, and waddled out of the cafeteria, no longer able to simply walk due to the sheer size of his thighs. Each step sent his blubber into waves of motion which started to arouse him. He patted his gut and turned into his cubicle, his butt knocking a cup of pens over. The bar sat at 40% now. He sighed. “Some dream. A lot of bad, a lot of good. Go figure.” He looked at the stain on his shirt, rubbed the cream off with a finger, and licked it off. The bar inched forward to 41% as the lowest button on his shirt popped off.\n\nThis was unnoticed by the blubbery skunk as he waddled back over to the cafeteria. He pulled two chairs from a nearby table and sat right in front of the menu screen, ordering 3 more danishes which he ate right off the tray as it arrived. Each bite pushed his belly out a few more inches, each gulp widened his rump. Noah murred softly to himself as each button on his shirt, now so tight that it became something of a bra for his easily B-cup chest, popped off one by one, his belly sagging out to his knees, and then over. He felt his boxers strain and rip to shreds as his butt grew to overflow from the chairs.\n\nHe burped as loud as he could and laughed. “Man, I’m huge. Made a real pig of myself.” With that, he oinked and picked the crumbs out of his fur. The now naked and very obese Noah waddled over to the bathroom and had a good long look at himself. He cupped his breasts and jiggled his belly, fingers tracing over the rolls and folds. He spun around and slapped his impressive behind. “I could really get off on looking this big. Maybe I could start pigging out after I wake up from this nutty dream.” He chuckled. “Imagine if this was real, the boss coming in to find me even bigger than this…” He paused. “Not a bad idea.” He grinned and waddled back to the cafeteria, ordering 30 danishes which he took with him to his cubicle. The bar sat at 50%. “Time flies when you’re fat, huh?” He sat in his chair, which was easily too small for his massive behind, and chowed down. He ate with such speed and passion that one could almost hear him expanding, his belly spilling down to his ankles, stretching out beyond his reach, pooling on the floor, his chest sagging to meet it, his rump enveloping and eventually crushing the chair, raising his blobbish form a few feet into the air as it expanded.\n\nHe took the final 5 danishes and rested them atop his belly as though it were a table. He took one in each hand and squeezed them with all his might, sending huge blobs of filling into his fat muzzle, following that with the remains of the danishes themselves before popping the final 3 in whole, and downing the whole mass in one gulp. His body quivered and\nfilled the cubicle like a water balloon on tap. His arms waved uselessly over an immeasurable chest and equally titanic belly that blocked his view of anything. His face was almost entirely hidden by chins and jowls. His rump, though, dwarfed even the mountain of his gut. Each rump cheek could easily take up a sofa and were as soft as beanbag chairs.\nHis tail was lost in the folds of fat surrounding his back and butt. He heard the soft chime from his computer telling him that the progress bar had finally hit 100%. He chuckled. “Put a fork in me. I’m done.” He sighed happily, patted what he could reach of himself and fell asleep.\n\nNoah woke up with a groan. He stared at the computer screen. The progress bar sat at 50%. “No way.” He glanced at the corner of the screen. It was an hour later than he remembered it to be. With a sigh and a growl, he got up…or rather tried to. He felt heavier for some reason, but his eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. “H-hey…what’s going on? Help! Help! Someone’s tied me up!” His eyes came back into focus, and he looked down. He looked at a belly even larger than the one he dreamed of. In a panic, he looked all around. He wasn’t in his office anymore. He was in a very large room, sitting on a mountain of pillows. All around him were boxes of danishes and hoses connected to vats of cream. In a corner, he saw his clothes laying in shreds.\n\nNoah’s fear subsided as he felt his fat move and shake, felt it’s warm embrace surrounding him, felt his hunger growing. From behind a wall of crates, a female skunk appeared, wearing nothing but a smile. “Good morning, Noah, dear.” “Susan!?” “How’s my big boy doing? Hungry?” She purred softly, picking up a hose before making the climb up her\nhusband’s bulbous body. “Eat up.” She stuck the hose in his mouth before he could protest, and the familiar, overwhelming taste of vanilla cream lulled him into a food-induced trance. Susan caressed Noah’s ever thickening cheeks as the bar slowly made it’s way to 51%...","writing_bbcode_parsed":" Noah sat back and sighed. The only illumination in his cubicle was the soft glare of his computer monitor. He was stuck working the graveyard shift, as usual. His boss wanted this new account set up within a week,a job that usually took a month to do considering the wealth of the client. The skunk’s paw rested on his belly, rubbing a bit at the flat surface as his computer slowly crunched numbers. This is what I get for being an accountant, he thought. He hadn’t slept in over a day, and it was started to catch up to him.
He kept an eye on the blue progress bar as it ever so slowly crawled across his screen. As he started to doze, his belly gave a loud rumble which scared him somewhat, the adrenaline rush giving him a bit more energy. Noah sighed once more, and lifted his slim 120lb, 5 foot tall figure out of the plush office chair, stretched, and headed down to the cafeteria.
The skunk made his way out of the maze of cubicles and continued down the hall to the double doors of the cafeteria. Though the office wasclosed and, aside from the janitors, he was alone, the cafeteria was always open. The place was pretty much automated, an enormous vending machine that could provide entire meals or quick snacks, and all made to
order from the touch screen by the register. Noah gave a quick glance at the menu and tapped out an order for an extra large coffee and a creme danish, which within seconds slid out on a tray from a conveyor-powered chute. He paid with his credit card, and took his food to a table. The cafeteria was two-tiered, the farthest wall something of an enclosed
balcony overlooking an interior garden within the building. It was a relaxing place.
Noah picked one of the smaller tables, the ones with the less comfortable chairs. He hoped the discomfort, plus the caffeine and sugar could force him to stay awake just a bit longer. He stared down at the garden below, admiring the colorful flowered plants as he downed the coffee as though it were in a shot glass. He sputtered and blinked, completely unaware that he was drinking so fast. “How the hell…?” he asked to nobody in particular. He groaned, noting that his jacket was covered in coffee stains from the sputtering. He slipped out of it, and carefully bit into the danish, which surprisingly tasted as fresh as though it just came out of the baker’s oven. The filling was a thick vanilla which flooded his mouth with a powerfully sweet flavor. Lost in these sensations, he slowly devoured the pastry, which seemed to be a
lot larger than it looked because it just keep oozing out the delicious filling, more than it should have been able to hold.
With the last bite, Noah snapped back to reality. He looked around in confusion. “That was either the best damn danish I’ve ever had, or I’m really damn tired.” He checked his watch. Only a few minutes had passed. Shrugging, the skunk cleared the table and headed back to his cubicle, making a quick stop in the bathroom to wash his paws. As he looked up at the mirror, he gasped and did a double take. His shirt looked a lot tighter, the buttons straining somewhat around his regularly flat mid-section. “What the…?” He poked his belly, his confusion rising as he felt it jiggle and wobble. “I must really be tired, this can’t be real.” He gave up on trying to figure it out and headed back to his desk to check on the progress bar.
He ran over to his desk and glared at the monitor. The progress bar hadn’t moved very much at all, only up to 18% where it had been 15% before he left. He sighed and punched the desk, the fur on his stripped tail standing on end in anger. “Damnit! This isn’t exactly a CAD project. This should have been done minutes ago!” He slumped down into
his chair, which felt a bit more cushioned. He reached behind him…but had to reach a little further than usual. His paw rubbed a rump that was softer and wider than the one it was accustomed to. “Please let this be my imagination…”
Determined to figure out why his rather powerful computer was running so sluggishly, he ran through the task manager, finding no other programs running. After a few other checks, he could find nothing causing the major slowdown. “Well, I’m not about to reset the machine, and I obviously can’t pop it open. I’m going to have to wait…and when they
get here, I am seriously going to have a word with the techies.” He sighed and rested a paw on his belly, still finding it to be a bit pudgy. “A dream, or gas. Or both. I just want to get home.” He stared at the bar, watching it move absolutely nowhere after a few minutes. He experimentally tapped the mouse, watching the cursor move about. “Didn’t crash…” Noah growled a bit, stood, and just started walking, soon finding himself before the touch screen at the cafeteria again.
Without even wondering how he wound up back there, he found himself ordering another coffee and 2 danishes. Blinded by anger and exhaustion, he downed the coffee faster than the first, and once again lost himself in the sinfully delicious cream filling of the danishes, which felt even larger and fuller than the last. Some cream spilled from his lips and dripped off a newly formed second chin onto his shirt, which now felt tighter than ever. Noah didn’t even care by this point. He undid his belt, chalking this all up to a really bad dream. He looked down at his midsection, which now strained the buttons on his shirt. Small gaps appeared between the buttons where his thick black fur poked out. He gave his gut a loving rub, feeling some pleasure at the sensation of the warm flesh rolling around. He also noticed that his chest was started to soften, sagging out a bit. His pants felt stretched at his butt, and soon ripped revealing two very wide rump cheeks just barely being restrained by his boxers. “This is a very odd dream…but it feels good.”
He looked and felt like he weighed around 240lbs, most of which was in his lower body, giving him quite the exaggerated pear shape. Even his thick tail seemed a bit fuller. He laughed out loud as he bounced his bigger belly. “My wife would die if she saw me like this. I just hope I wake up soon, the file’s gotta be done by now.” He stood up, leaving his torn pants on the floor, and waddled out of the cafeteria, no longer able to simply walk due to the sheer size of his thighs. Each step sent his blubber into waves of motion which started to arouse him. He patted his gut and turned into his cubicle, his butt knocking a cup of pens over. The bar sat at 40% now. He sighed. “Some dream. A lot of bad, a lot of good. Go figure.” He looked at the stain on his shirt, rubbed the cream off with a finger, and licked it off. The bar inched forward to 41% as the lowest button on his shirt popped off.
This was unnoticed by the blubbery skunk as he waddled back over to the cafeteria. He pulled two chairs from a nearby table and sat right in front of the menu screen, ordering 3 more danishes which he ate right off the tray as it arrived. Each bite pushed his belly out a few more inches, each gulp widened his rump. Noah murred softly to himself as each button on his shirt, now so tight that it became something of a bra for his easily B-cup chest, popped off one by one, his belly sagging out to his knees, and then over. He felt his boxers strain and rip to shreds as his butt grew to overflow from the chairs.
He burped as loud as he could and laughed. “Man, I’m huge. Made a real pig of myself.” With that, he oinked and picked the crumbs out of his fur. The now naked and very obese Noah waddled over to the bathroom and had a good long look at himself. He cupped his breasts and jiggled his belly, fingers tracing over the rolls and folds. He spun around and slapped his impressive behind. “I could really get off on looking this big. Maybe I could start pigging out after I wake up from this nutty dream.” He chuckled. “Imagine if this was real, the boss coming in to find me even bigger than this…” He paused. “Not a bad idea.” He grinned and waddled back to the cafeteria, ordering 30 danishes which he took with him to his cubicle. The bar sat at 50%. “Time flies when you’re fat, huh?” He sat in his chair, which was easily too small for his massive behind, and chowed down. He ate with such speed and passion that one could almost hear him expanding, his belly spilling down to his ankles, stretching out beyond his reach, pooling on the floor, his chest sagging to meet it, his rump enveloping and eventually crushing the chair, raising his blobbish form a few feet into the air as it expanded.
He took the final 5 danishes and rested them atop his belly as though it were a table. He took one in each hand and squeezed them with all his might, sending huge blobs of filling into his fat muzzle, following that with the remains of the danishes themselves before popping the final 3 in whole, and downing the whole mass in one gulp. His body quivered and
filled the cubicle like a water balloon on tap. His arms waved uselessly over an immeasurable chest and equally titanic belly that blocked his view of anything. His face was almost entirely hidden by chins and jowls. His rump, though, dwarfed even the mountain of his gut. Each rump cheek could easily take up a sofa and were as soft as beanbag chairs.
His tail was lost in the folds of fat surrounding his back and butt. He heard the soft chime from his computer telling him that the progress bar had finally hit 100%. He chuckled. “Put a fork in me. I’m done.” He sighed happily, patted what he could reach of himself and fell asleep.
Noah woke up with a groan. He stared at the computer screen. The progress bar sat at 50%. “No way.” He glanced at the corner of the screen. It was an hour later than he remembered it to be. With a sigh and a growl, he got up…or rather tried to. He felt heavier for some reason, but his eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. “H-hey…what’s going on? Help! Help! Someone’s tied me up!” His eyes came back into focus, and he looked down. He looked at a belly even larger than the one he dreamed of. In a panic, he looked all around. He wasn’t in his office anymore. He was in a very large room, sitting on a mountain of pillows. All around him were boxes of danishes and hoses connected to vats of cream. In a corner, he saw his clothes laying in shreds.
Noah’s fear subsided as he felt his fat move and shake, felt it’s warm embrace surrounding him, felt his hunger growing. From behind a wall of crates, a female skunk appeared, wearing nothing but a smile. “Good morning, Noah, dear.” “Susan!?” “How’s my big boy doing? Hungry?” She purred softly, picking up a hose before making the climb up her
husband’s bulbous body. “Eat up.” She stuck the hose in his mouth before he could protest, and the familiar, overwhelming taste of vanilla cream lulled him into a food-induced trance. Susan caressed Noah’s ever thickening cheeks as the bar slowly made it’s way to 51%...","pools_count":0,"title":"Progress","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"application/msword","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"1","rating_name":"Mature","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"2","name":"Nudity","description":"Nonsexual nudity exposing breasts or genitals (must not show arousal)","rating_id":"1"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"4","views":"392","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}