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I was living in a big city near Washington DC, where I was the youngest manager in my company working as a designer. In my third year there, I was assigned an assistant. Her name was Lara, she was about my age, slightly shorter than me, had brown eyes, brown hair and a fairly slim figure. You could tell straight away because she was wearing a figure-hugging women's outfit with a blouse. We hit it off straight away and often talked about private matters during the breaks. One day she told me that she was feeling very lonely because her parents had recently died of cancer and she was living alone in a small flat nearby. I regretted her loss and apologised to her. She just smiled and said it wasn't my fault and that she had already realised that she had to stand on her own two feet now.
But over the next few days, I sensed her inner frustration and often invited her to dinner to distract her from her problems after work. I soon realised that she really liked food and I started taking her little biscuits like Donats and Crossoits to work.
After a month, I noticed more and more how her costume was getting bigger and tighter. A few days later she also noticed this in our conversations and mentioned that maybe we should eat a little less. I had no bad intentions, but this growing body hypnotised me so much that it hurt a little to accept it, but I quickly thought of a win-win situation to be able to see more. Finally I had the right idea, I got us more snacks as well as more work in the form of assignments, so I figured she would be too busy thinking about her body and I would get to see more. So I got us two big orders and more snacks in the form of chocolate, biscuits and crisps.
I simply told her that we had the honour of getting these big orders because of our last excellent work and so we worked on these two orders for two months from then on.
When we had finished the first job, a fat belly with pale skin bulged out of the much too tight skirt and costume. Shortly afterwards, she exchanged the suit for a larger one. For the second month, I got soda and more orders. After these orders were completed, I stopped because I realised that she was a bit stressed from work and I didn't want to do that to her. But my tactic had worked, because since these jobs were completed, a beautiful fat woman came to meet me every morning and greeted me warmly. She had changed a lot since then, not only did she wear her suit a few sizes bigger, but she was about twice as wide as I had got to know her. She used the lift to get to the office because climbing the stairs to the fourth floor had become too strenuous for her. I also often gave her serious compliments about her good looks and cheered her up when some idiot or bitch made fun of her body. I also noticed during work that she often took a few donats in her seat and chewed more and more often during work.
Barely two weeks later, her suit was too small again, but she didn't want to buy a new one and told me in a conversation that she was going to have her current suit made bigger by a tailor at the weekend.
The next Monday, I was already looking forward to her new outfit and was waiting in the office early to see it straight away, but suddenly I heard a loud crash in the floor below us and a pained scream that we heard Lara utter. I quickly ran downstairs and saw two colleagues standing around Lara, who was lying on the floor, staring at her as if she was writhing in pain. I rushed to her and asked her what had happened and if she was okay. She told me that the lift wasn't working and she was trying to take the stairs when she bumped into her colleagues, who swore at her and one of them pushed her so hard that she fell down the stairs. I confronted them directly, but they were unresponsive and said that they all couldn't manage to knock the stone over.
The ambulance had to come and take her to hospital. I visited her the next day and enquired how she was. She was lucky because apart from her legs, which were slightly broken, nothing had happened to her. I told her that the colleagues had not only been dismissed, but that they were also being prosecuted.
She thanked me for my help and told me that I was the only one who had always been nice to her. She gave me a kiss and I kissed her back.
At work, however, it had become boring without Lara and I missed her very much, but just a week later, after the lift had been repaired, something came rolling through the door into the office. It was Lara, coming towards me in her tight costume in a wheelchair. I was delighted and amazed at the same time and asked her if she was going to stay in the wheelchair forever. But she smiled at me and told me that she really wanted to help me with the work and that she had borrowed a wheelchair so that her injuries could heal better in time. While we were working, I took a closer look at her body and noticed that she had become fatter again, in addition to the suit, which was too small again, a thick, broad belly now bulged over her wide aprons, successfully pushing outwards with the pale skin.
I also noticed her very round face and slight double chin for the first time. Before I had finished inspecting her body, she looked at me in surprise at first, but then came over to me, gave me a kiss and whispered in my ear that she knew I fancied her body. I could only confirm this and kissed her back.
After a month, a very fat woman with broad shoulders, a big belly and broad arms stood by my side. We told each other everything, which was probably because I had proposed to her straight after her recovery and we were now engaged. She told me that she had put on about 30kg since her hospital stay and would now become my 125kg wife. I was so happy to hear that and declared her the love of my life.
And today I am marrying my now 140kg wife at the altar and I am the happiest person in the world.

Description
I was living in a big city near Washington DC, where I was the youngest manager in my company working as a designer. In my third year there, I was assigned an assistant. Her name was Lara, she was about my age, slightly shorter than me, had brown eyes, brown hair and a fairly slim figure. You could tell straight away because she was wearing a figure-hugging women's outfit with a blouse. We hit it off straight away and often talked about private matters during the breaks. One day she told me that she was feeling very lonely because her parents had recently died of cancer and she was living alone in a small flat nearby. I regretted her loss and apologised to her. She just smiled and said it wasn't my fault and that she had already realised that she had to stand on her own two feet now.
But over the next few days, I sensed her inner frustration and often invited her to dinner to distract her from her problems after work. I soon realised that she really liked food and I started taking her little biscuits like Donats and Crossoits to work.
After a month, I noticed more and more how her costume was getting bigger and tighter. A few days later she also noticed this in our conversations and mentioned that maybe we should eat a little less. I had no bad intentions, but this growing body hypnotised me so much that it hurt a little to accept it, but I quickly thought of a win-win situation to be able to see more. Finally I had the right idea, I got us more snacks as well as more work in the form of assignments, so I figured she would be too busy thinking about her body and I would get to see more. So I got us two big orders and more snacks in the form of chocolate, biscuits and crisps.
I simply told her that we had the honour of getting these big orders because of our last excellent work and so we worked on these two orders for two months from then on.
When we had finished the first job, a fat belly with pale skin bulged out of the much too tight skirt and costume. Shortly afterwards, she exchanged the suit for a larger one. For the second month, I got soda and more orders. After these orders were completed, I stopped because I realised that she was a bit stressed from work and I didn't want to do that to her. But my tactic had worked, because since these jobs were completed, a beautiful fat woman came to meet me every morning and greeted me warmly. She had changed a lot since then, not only did she wear her suit a few sizes bigger, but she was about twice as wide as I had got to know her. She used the lift to get to the office because climbing the stairs to the fourth floor had become too strenuous for her. I also often gave her serious compliments about her good looks and cheered her up when some idiot or bitch made fun of her body. I also noticed during work that she often took a few donats in her seat and chewed more and more often during work.
Barely two weeks later, her suit was too small again, but she didn't want to buy a new one and told me in a conversation that she was going to have her current suit made bigger by a tailor at the weekend.
The next Monday, I was already looking forward to her new outfit and was waiting in the office early to see it straight away, but suddenly I heard a loud crash in the floor below us and a pained scream that we heard Lara utter. I quickly ran downstairs and saw two colleagues standing around Lara, who was lying on the floor, staring at her as if she was writhing in pain. I rushed to her and asked her what had happened and if she was okay. She told me that the lift wasn't working and she was trying to take the stairs when she bumped into her colleagues, who swore at her and one of them pushed her so hard that she fell down the stairs. I confronted them directly, but they were unresponsive and said that they all couldn't manage to knock the stone over.
The ambulance had to come and take her to hospital. I visited her the next day and enquired how she was. She was lucky because apart from her legs, which were slightly broken, nothing had happened to her. I told her that the colleagues had not only been dismissed, but that they were also being prosecuted.
She thanked me for my help and told me that I was the only one who had always been nice to her. She gave me a kiss and I kissed her back.
At work, however, it had become boring without Lara and I missed her very much, but just a week later, after the lift had been repaired, something came rolling through the door into the office. It was Lara, coming towards me in her tight costume in a wheelchair. I was delighted and amazed at the same time and asked her if she was going to stay in the wheelchair forever. But she smiled at me and told me that she really wanted to help me with the work and that she had borrowed a wheelchair so that her injuries could heal better in time. While we were working, I took a closer look at her body and noticed that she had become fatter again, in addition to the suit, which was too small again, a thick, broad belly now bulged over her wide aprons, successfully pushing outwards with the pale skin.
I also noticed her very round face and slight double chin for the first time. Before I had finished inspecting her body, she looked at me in surprise at first, but then came over to me, gave me a kiss and whispered in my ear that she knew I fancied her body. I could only confirm this and kissed her back.
After a month, a very fat woman with broad shoulders, a big belly and broad arms stood by my side. We told each other everything, which was probably because I had proposed to her straight after her recovery and we were now engaged. She told me that she had put on about 30kg since her hospital stay and would now become my 125kg wife. I was so happy to hear that and declared her the love of my life.
And today I am marrying my now 140kg wife at the altar and I am the happiest person in the world.