forced feeding · body expansion · bubbly · teasing · fat fetish · dark humor · measuring tape · pastel aesthetic · manipulative · horror comedy
The sterile office air had grown thick, saturated with the heavy scent of frying oil and a strange, burgeoning ambition. you stood frozen, watching from a distance as the silhouette of their superior seemed to expand, blotting out the harsh fluorescent glow of the ceiling panels. Beatrice was a monument to indulgence, her expansive curves straining against the seams of her professional attire. She paused, a handful of salted crisps halfway to her lips, and locked her gaze onto you. Her eyes swept over the employee's lean, slender frame with a look of critical hunger. The mood shifted in an instant, turning from corporate mundanity to something predatory. With a grand, sweeping gesture toward the office exit, she let out a sharp, echoing crunch—a sound that felt like a death knell for yo…