Shantae the Obese Office Worker (WIP Preview) (Patreon)

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Shantae Women Weight Gain and Business Women TF

Wandering into a strange building on a remote island, Shantae and her companions are tasked with taking on office jobs in order to earn their way back home. The more they put into their work and indulge in complimentary snacks, she and the other women lose themselves in their new identities as overweight businesswomen who can only focus on financial and bodily gains.

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            Shantae’s pointy ears perked up at the familiar sound of seagulls flying above her head. Clutching at the sandy beach she was laying on, the half-genie lifted herself up into a sitting position. Shaking out her long ponytail of purple hair, she rubbed at her head as she recalled the intense battle that had sunk her ship. Though the fight seemed to only leave marks in the form of slight cuts into her red bikini top and matching pants, she was still concerned about her friends. Scanning the area and jingling the golden hoop earring dangling from her ears, she hoped to see any sign that her friends had survived the battle.

            Though there was nothing immediately on the beach to help the half-genie with her predicament, she did spot something sticking out from the lush trees behind her. Proceeding through the foliage, she used the golden cuffs around her arms to push aside any branches that got in her way. Carefully tiptoeing around fallen logs and things crawling along the ground, she prepared herself to run into a tribe of monsters or an ancient temple filled to the brim with perilous traps.

            Shantae was left stunned as she looked upon the massive, stone grey monolith that greeted her as she stepped into the clearing. The building was over 50 stories tall, with each floor dotted with shimmering windows. The glass was tinted to avoid giving her a peek as to what was inside. Her only clue as to what the structure was for came in the form of a sign posted over the double door-entrance that read “Business Co Inc.”

            Driven by her own curiosity, the half-genie braced herself as she stepped through the entrance. As the doors swung close behind her, the natural scenery of the island gave way to a more sterile and lifeless lobby. The warmth of the tropical climate was replaced with a moderate temperature maintained by a state-of-the-art AC system. Wandering past the waiting room’s various couches and oddly wide chairs, she eventually made her way over to the reception desk.

            Shantae ceased her exploration of the room as she noticed the woman sitting before her. The small gasp that left the half-genie’s lips caused the desk worker to heave her over 400-pound self into a standing position. Pressing her doughy gut up against the wood, the obese woman took a moment to fix the skirt that barely hid her chubby rear. Once her tie was pulled free from between her tits, she cleared her throat and held up a clipboard.

            “Name?” the fat woman asked.

            “Shantae,” she replied. “Um, I’m not sure exactly why I’m here. Have you seen any of my friends? One’s a woman with blonde hair and the other is a zombie. Don’t worry she doesn’t bite…that much.“

            “Ah, you must be the new hire,” the receptionist interrupted. “Please have a seat and your manager will be along shortly for your orientation.”

            “New hire?” Shantae asked as the receptionist popped open a bag of chips. “I think you have the wrong idea. I already have a job as a guardian genie back on Scuttle Island. All I want to do is find my friends and grab a boat to sail back-“

            “I said, have a seat,” the receptionist insisted, waving her plump fingers with one hand while the other dug for more chips. “Patience is an important aspect at Business Co Inc. Better learn that quick if you want to get anywhere in this job.”

            “But I-“

            With her words drowned out by loud chewing noises, Shantae let out a defeated sigh and walked away. Sitting down and sinking into one of the plush cushions, she tried to get a better grasp of what was going on by looking over one of the magazines. Her only take away was a developing headache as each page contained graphs and charts of numbers that became more impenetrable as she went on. The sound of her slamming the disorienting magazine back on the table came alongside the loud slam of a door being swung open.

            Getting up from her seat, Shantae prepared her magic to take on the fearsome creature she was certain had created the noise. Instead, she was left dumbfounded as she beheld a woman twice as large as the receptionist. Despite her lumbering waddle, the new arrival made a bold appearance with her chunky form clad in a bright pink suit. Moving her way over towards the lounge area the woman set herself down to have an entire couch be buried by her ass cheeks. Wobbling back and forth to get settled, she let her pink-painted nails massage the part of her gut slipping out from her dress shirt. Trying not to gawk too much at the pair of medicine ball-sized breasts before her Shantae forced herself to look past the three chins to see the woman’s puffy, red painted lips were formed in an eager smile.

            “Hmm, interesting,” the enormous woman said as her fingers were swept through her long, curly black hair. “I think you might be the perfect fit for our new position. After some training and adherence to our company guidelines of course.”

            “I’m sorry miss-“

            “Moloplyn,” the woman replied. “Breyla Moloplyn. I’d give you my business card, but the pockets on my suit are a little tight today. Ohohoh,” she added, seemingly proud of the way her hips strained the fabric of her outfit.

            “Ms. Moloplyn, I came here hoping that I could find a way off the island with my friends,” Shantae insisted.

            “Well, I would be willing to help,” the businesswoman began, “but not for free of course.”

            “I think I have some jewels on me,” Shantae said as she began to rummage through her pockets.

            “Hmm, I’m afraid that those won’t do here,” Moloplyn replied. “However, I think I know of a way that you can pay us back while we assist you with your search.”

            An unsettling shudder went down Shantae’s spine. “What did you have in mind?”

            Moloplyn’s grin grew wider and more unsettling as she hoisted herself back into a standing position. “Follow me. You’ll understand in just a moment.”

            Waiting for the Moloplyn to waddle down the hall, Shantae tried to weigh her options. Even if she did question the motives of the mystery woman, the building was the best chance she had. After all, it was the largest landmark on the island. Even if she couldn’t see her friends from the highest part of the building, she knew that eventually that they would be drawn towards it. Figuring that she might as well make nice with the locals and potentially secure an escape route, she followed businesswoman into an elevator.

            After barely squeezing herself into the cramped space, Shantae’s stomach jumped as the lift rapidly ascended. When the elevator did come to a sudden stop, any damage was mitigated by the ample blubber that encased her guide. Though she was shaken by the experience, Moloplyn looked as eager as ever as she waddled her way out into a hallway lit by buzzing, fluorescent lights in the ceiling.

            “Right over here,” the businesswoman said as she opened up one of the dozens of identical looking doors.

            Peeking her head into the dark space, Shantae saw that it was lit by a single, bright computer screen. The desk in front of the set up was twice as wide, with extra cushioning along the back and seat. All along the walls were motivational posters with phrases such as “Think Big, Do Big” and “Live Large for Large Profits”. Too busy staring at bizarre image of a fat woman in a cat suit hanging from a branch, the half-genie didn’t even notice that her body was moving until Moloplyn sat her down in the chair.

            “Here we are,” the businesswoman said as she nudged a keyboard in front of Shantae. “I hope you’re as excited as I am.”

            “I thought you said that you were showing me a way to get off the island?” Shantae asked as her host dragged out a computer mouse.

            “Oh, but I am,” Moloplyn replied as she led the half-genie’s fingers down to the keys. “Do well enough and you’re certain to earn all kinds of different perks. One of them could be your very own boat. The company is more than happy to show favor for employees that help it to grow.”

            Leaving Shantae’s hands resting on the keyboard, Molopyn waddled her way back over to the door. “I’ll leave you to get acquainted with your workstation. Take your time to get used to how the system works, but don’t dawdle too long. Business Co Inc is counting on you.” Just as she was about to close the door, she stuck her head back in. “Oh, and welcome to the first day of your big, bright career.”

            With the door shut behind her, Shantae was enveloped by the screen’s bright glow and a surge of confusion. Turning back to the computer, her eyes slowly adjusted to the light to see a prompt that seemed to ask for her to type something. Curious, she let her fingers tap along the keys at random. These guesses ended up being more direct than she expected as something took a hold of her. Moving faster than she thought was possible, she rapidly clacked her fingers against the keys in order to satisfy the machine’s desires.

            Shantae’s hypnotic-like trance came to a halt as she heard a rumble echo from her stomach. Blinking for what felt like the first time in hours, she looked around the room to see just how long she had been sitting there. The thought of having to make her way back to the forest to forage for fruit made her desperately search through desk for any nourishment.

            The half-genie found more than enough sustenance as she opened up one of the drawers to find an abundance of chip bags. Opening another compartment revealed a built-in cooler that was stuffed with a variety of sodas and energy drinks. With each tug of a handle, she revealed another stash of junk food, usually high in sugar and calories. As impressive as the sheer quantity was, her choice was made for her by another, impatient growl from her stomach.

            Grabbing a sack of chips, Shantae tore it open and dug in. Humming to herself from the taste, she continued to help herself to the snack while her fingers tapped away at the keyboard. Once the bag was emptied out, a swift chug of a soda helped her to wash away the crumbs. Moving onto sack of pretzels and cookies, she continued to intersperse her typing with more indulgence. Once more, she fell into a rhythm that kept her oblivious to what she was doing until she heard a small ding.

            A message popped on the screen, informing Shantae that her shift was over. Pulling her hands away from the keyboard, she looked over at the time to see that she had been sitting there for twelve hours. This realization came alongside an unsettling view of the large potbelly sticking out from her mid-section. Looking between the bulge and the empty cans and wrappers overflowing her trash can, she knew that something was very wrong.

            “I need to get out of here,” Shantae spoke to herself as she struggled to lift her and her bloated belly out of the chair. “The others are waiting for-AAHH!”

            A single misplacement of the half-genie’s hand activated a switch on the side of her chair. The seat laid itself out flat, stretching her along it at the same time. The panic that had come from the sudden movement subsided as she felt the cushions cradle her body. All at once the exhaustion from her work hit her to make her eyelids grow heavy. Resting her palms against her gut, she let herself drift to sleep. She was sure that her friends could wait until after she had properly rested up after an excellent first day of work.