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Marnie had no idea why she had been summoned to the managing director’s office, but she knew it couldn’t be a good thing. Nobody had ever stepped out of the elevator from the 250th floor without looking ashen-faced or in tears, if they were ever even seen again. Some would return, only to mysteriously disappear in the following days. Every head in the office immediately dipped as soon as the doors slid open, suddenly pretending to be engrossed in work, some sneaking furtive looks at the no-doubt condemned employee. Marnie had never been able to resist reading the faces of her now-former co-workers and could only think that this had counted against her somehow as the communicator next to her lit up and a businesslike voice demanded she attend the top floor immediately. Her heartrate felt like it tripled as she crossed the office, as always silent but for the hum of terminals and the edgy industriousness of the hundreds of staff. Marnie nervously fiddled with her dark, scraped back hair and her outfit as she was whooshed upwards by the brilliantly-lit transparent elevator. She smoothed down her grey skirt against her stockinged legs and fixed the ruffled collar of her white blouse, puffing out shallow, distressed breaths and racking her brains for the reason why she had been summoned. She had made sure she surpassed her targets, but not by a large amount; she had raised points in meetings when she had to, but nothing that would get her noticed. Working at VeriCorp was like walking a tightrope. Nobody wanted to excel and come to the management’s attention, but neither could you purposefully underachieve. It wasn’t known what happened to those who were ‘asked to leave the company’, but suffice to say they were never heard from again. And neither were their families. Or friends. Or any corporation employees who were deemed to have grown too close to them. So the workplace was a mute, tensely businesslike environment in which nobody talked to one-another, including Marnie,
‘Oh, maybe it was when I made eye-contact with that guy over lunch the week before last,’ she thought frantically, ‘Did I smile at him? Oh God, I hope I didn’t!’
Of course as soon as the VeriCorp contract was signed, employees were forbidden to look for other jobs. Their web access was monitored, even at home, and Marnie was too smart to try this. Had she done too well however? Had she not restrained her performance enough? What Marnie really feared was ‘the call-up’. She knew what that meant,
‘Please don’t let it be the call-up,’ she pleaded inwardly, trying to appear calm for the surveillance camera doubtlessly watching her. The city sprawled endlessly through the glass all around her, as far as the eye could see even from nearly four-thousand feet high, until the mountains hundreds of miles away interrupted its industrial outskirts. It was late afternoon, and the metropolis was beginning to illuminate with innumerable lights as vehicles glided silently along. Marnie was nearing her destination as floors above her came into view and the elevator slowed steadily. Soon the doors behind her swept open and Marnie exited, approaching a grand desk, behind which a tiny receptionist huddled,
“Marnie Marsden,” she gave her name to the girl, “I’ve been asked to see the managing director,”
“Through the double doors,” the clerk replied with a familiar voice having looked up from her screen briefly. Marnie would have to go straight through. She would much preferred to have waited, to compose herself,
“Thanks,” she smiled weakly, and hurried to where she was instructed. Hesitating at the doors momentarily, Marnie entered the grand office, its ceiling tapering to a peak with the building many meters above. A large, semi-circular desk made of steel and glass was situated at the far side near a panoramic window. The terrified young woman approached,
“You... wished to see me, ma’am?”
“That’s right, Miss Marsden,” came a voice behind a large leather chair, whose high back was currently facing Marnie, “Thank you for coming, please take a seat,”
She looked around, unable to see anywhere to sit other than the slowly-rotating chair that the managing director occupied, so approached the desk and stood uneasily,
“As you know,” continued the director, still turning, “I will shortly depart to begin my maternity leave,”
There was a pause, apparently for Marnie to reply,
“Y-yes ma’am,” she nodded. She was well aware of this, despite having never seen the managing director and not even knowing her name. Besides, the fact was about to become entirely obvious. The obscuring chair turned around, and the managing director’s enormous pregnant belly was the first thing about her Marnie could see, yawning outwards by several meters from her body. She gripped the armrests of her chair and stood with a quiet, dignified struggle, her pursed lips and trembling frame betraying the huge weight she carried. A woman in her early thirties with light brown hair and thin spectacles perched on her dainty features, the managing director craned herself off the chair, which squeaked as her backside left it. She was somehow clothed in an enormous, tent-like grey business suit custom made for her, which even so struggled to contain her burgeoning form. The skirt was hitched below her titanic tummy and billowed outwards to cover her thick butt, which jutted noticeably behind her. However the jacket reached just past halfway down her massive bump, leaving the rest of the work to an even larger white cotton blouse that hung past her belly’s lowest curve. The front of the jacket fanned out ridiculously between each button revealing patches of her blouse underneath, which in turn were themselves tightly fastened with her skin visible in some places. Every button clung on desperately, the material between them stretched taut, all the way up the boss’s oversized front, her giant maternal boobs spreading the top fastening out before the neckline of her outfit finally cut across her bust up to her neck. It took the managing director several seconds to haul herself to vertical whilst Marnie waited uneasily, certain that the worst thing she could do was to offer her assistance. The gigantic woman finally rose to her full height, in doing so a button popped off her jacket with a muffled thud of breaking fabric, right in the middle of her spherical belly where her navel presumably lurked, and flew away across the room,
“Excuse me,” the director said emotionlessly in response, her clothing settling as the button landed with a distant clatter, “My leave begins tomorrow, and it’s quite a challenge remaining properly attired at this point,”
Marnie didn’t realize that her superior’s maternity leave was so imminent; that was not a good sign, she reflected, replying with a nervous, non-committal,
“Yes ma’am,”
The manager took a breath in, Marnie cringing inwardly in case any more buttons pinged from her outfit in doing so, and lay her glasses on the desk,
“Now,” she began pointedly, “Onto the reason I’ve called you here today,”
She stepped from near the chair and began to walk slowly around her desk, her giant belly wobbling profusely with the slightest movement. It exploded from the relatively diminutive woman’s body by at least three meters at its largest, and probably by a meter either side of her, dipping down past her knees to the level of her shins. She remarkably still wore high heels, Marnie noticed, which she looked liable to snap at any moment, as she stepped into full view. Her enormous boobs were corralled by a heavy duty bra and rested weightily on top of the shelf her projecting gut provided and also jiggled abundantly with her measured footsteps. Her face and to a certain degree her arms and legs had remained slim throughout her pregnancy, but elsewhere on her body a generous layer of fat had bulked her up to look even more vast than she would otherwise have done. Certainly she was the most heavily pregnant Marnie had ever seen anyone; an acquaintance of hers had carried eighteen babies at one point, but Marnie conservatively estimated the managing director must have been harboring upwards of twenty-five,
“Of course my... well-earned... maternity leave begins imminently,” the woman began with a weary sigh faintly giving away her difficulties, arms clasped behind her back, perhaps to support her spine against her immense load, “And the corporation can’t function without a managing director in my absence,”
Marnie’s mouth dried. This was it. This was the call-up. She felt sick and dizzy, trying to keep her composure as her legs felt as if they were about to give from under her while the director carried on talking,
“Now of course the board of directors keep very close track of our employees’ performance, and quite frankly, they like what they see when it comes to your work,” she had paused to look out of the grand window with her back to the terrified young woman, but now turned to advance towards her, the crammed, gigantic pregnant belly jostling as her clothing creaked against it. How had they known? Marnie had tried so hard to moderate her efficiency and speed. She had carefully never stood out as even above average. She was simply a model employee, no more or less,
“They believe that you are the best candidate for the position,” the managing director’s grating voice continued as she waddled closer to Marnie, her mammoth gut swinging and swaying before her, “They believe you are the only candidate for the position,”
Marnie tried to keep her composure,
“Th-that’s very flattering, M-ms. managing director, ma’am,” she struggled to blurt out, “But m-may I ask... why? Why me? S-surely th-there are better... ah, more able candidates for the role?”
“Ohh, I don’t believe you want me to take you through all the in’s and out’s of it,” the director unclasped her hands from behind her momentarily to wave away Marnie’s question, “Let me just say that according to our profiling, you have been working far within yourself and the board feel you are more than capable to step up to managing director,”
“B-but wouldn’t... one of the assistant directors be... better suited to the role?” Marnie pursued. There was a faint smile on the face of the woman before her, who had now stopped pacing, as Marnie looked back up to her,
“Now Miss Marsden, as you know all other board members are men and this is a... strictly female role,”
The call-up. There was no retort to it. The employee simply had to take it, it was an unspoken rule. Nobody who had received the call-up had ever returned from the managing director’s office. No-one even knew what happened during the process. Maybe people had said this in the past, but Marnie felt she was the first as the words rose in her throat,
“No,”
“Excuse me?” the managing director inclined her head at this sign of dissent,
“I don’t want to take it,” Marnie spluttered, trying to stand firm,
“I’m afraid there is no ‘wanting to’, Miss Marsden, the appointment has been made,” came the response. Marnie felt sick,
“No, no I... I can’t!” she raised her voice, to which the director rolled her eyes slightly,
“Now Miss Marsden, be reasonable, I...”
“No!” Marnie cut her off, “Don’t... don’t let them do it to me!”
“Miss...”
“Don’t let them do that to me!” she pointed in horror at the managing director’s bulging gut, wobbling mockingly beneath her barely-fitting clothes, “I can’t! I can’t be that pregnant, I can’t!”
“Miss Marsden,” the elder woman said softly, trying to remonstrate with the increasingly hysterical employee, “This is simply one of the many duties of...”
“NO!” Marnie screamed, running in the opposite direction back towards the entrance of the office. She found the doors locked and bolted, the previously well-lit hallway beyond turned dim and unoccupied. Marnie spun around, frantically scouring the room for an alternative exit. She couldn’t see one. The monstrous figure of the current managing director was lumbering slowly towards her, speaking all the while,
“Please be reasonable, this doesn’t have to be so difficult,” she said, in an almost pleading, tactful tone, “This is not a question, or a request, you are the next managing director, whether you agree to be or not,”
Marnie pressed her back into the doors, pushing against them with all her strength, but they were firmly closed. All the while the woman’s colossal belly closed in, juddering with every leaden footfall she took, looking ready to split off her body at any moment,
“I’m in no fit state to be able to carry out my duties any more, I’m sure we can agree on that,” she resumed, now unfolding her arms to brush at the sheer material clinging to her monumental belly before clutching onto the onerous orb of her gut, “I can’t practically be asked to remain at my post for the next few months until the time comes...”
“The next few months!?” Marnie screeched, glaring with revulsion at the overwhelming belly heaving towards her,
“Why, yes,” the director said plainly,
“Oh my God!” Marnie screamed, tears welling in her eyes, “You’re gonna pop! You need to get help!”
“I can assure you that’s not the case,” came the calm reply, the managing director’s belly nearing the door with her body lagging some distance behind, “Certainly, there are some... drawbacks... to attaining the... responsibility of the office of managing director,”
Her speech slowed, both from selecting the right words and, Marnie could now see, physical exertion. She stopped, the extreme curve of her belly perhaps six feet from the door that Marnie remained pressed up against,
“I’ll level with you, Miss Marsden, the... burden... of carrying 54 babies is a great one. Sometimes one that I... struggle... to bear, shall we say,” she winced in discomfort, her hands disappearing behind her to massage her back and neck, “But it is an honor for whoever is chosen to fulfill this role, and it is something you have no reason to be frightened of,”
Marnie’s terror softened slightly. She was being given no choice, but she could see that the astoundingly pregnant woman standing before her was no evil dictator,
“I... I know,” she choked out, tears of anguish rolling down her cheeks, “That I could never do a multiple. I don’t even want babies. I’m terrified of pregnancy,”
The director resumed her movement towards the tense Marnie, manoeuvring her arm behind her and guiding her off the door she leaned against and back into the room. They walked side-by-side whilst the woman spoke, Marnie in small, uneasy steps, the gigantic superior in striding, wobblesome paces that clearly required a great deal of effort to execute as she hauled her enormous tummy along,
“The board of directors selects the managing director very carefully,” she explained, “They have never been wrong. All of my predecessors were more than capable of fulfilling their role. I have total confidence that I will do the same, and the utmost belief that you will follow,”
They presently reached the desk and Marnie habitually took up the same position she had been standing in earlier as the woman lurched back to her seat looking as if her legs were buckling beneath her. Trying to maintain respectability as she sat quietly down again, the barest wheeze escaped her lips, but a loud ripping sound from somewhere about her person accompanying her landing betrayed true nature of her condition,
“It’s... Marnie, isn’t it?” she asked, somehow retaining her professional manner despite now being clearly flustered,
“Yes ma’am,” Marnie answered dutifully,
“May I be open with you, Marnie?”
“Yes ma’am,”
The managing director shuffled further back in her seat and checked something on her desk before reaching forwards. Far, far forwards out in front of her, almost out of arms’ reach, and to Marnie’s amazement, unfastened the trembling top jacket button at the most extensive swell of her bust just above the shallow upper curve of her belly. Her saturated boobs responded with a plummeting wobble, popping off the next button down. In response her belly began to bulge outwards and burst the next button from its thread, and so on until suddenly buttons were pinging off in all directions. The front of her suit jacket spread open and her trussed-up gut seemed to expand with the release in pressure, slipping out of the bottom of her billowing blouse whilst her bosom made light work of the frail fastenings at the top of it. Carefully, she unpicked the remaining buttons and slid both garments off her shoulders, before swiftly unclasping her bra for her staggering boobs to squirm free of the underwear, off the chart in terms of cup size. Marnie watched wide-eyed as the clearly relieved woman reclined slightly in her chair, red marks and lines traced all over her front where her clothing had been pinching and constricting her vast tummy and tits. The managing director looked remarkable for her size; the woman who Marnie knew carrying eighteen children was a seething mass of angry stretchmarks by the time she reached term. She had looked ready to split apart, and her belly had needed constant tending with moisturizing cream which stung and brought tears to the woman’s eyes upon application. It was really from there that Marnie had resolved never to fall pregnant, and particularly not get mixed up in the realm of multiples. But by comparison, the managing director looked glowingly healthy, if debilitatingly huge. Vivid blue veins coiled below the surface of her skin across her chest and boobs, whose areolas had not yet darkened but remained a stretched pink color. Her breasts however looked sore and engorged, liable to erupt with milk any day now, and stood out in bloated orbs atop her belly. Her packed, heaving gut itself was also in good condition, the pale beginnings of stretchmarks gathering to its sides but not looking too threatening. A darker stripe of skin descended the front of her bump looking like a seam, interrupted by a thick, popped-out belly button perhaps slightly smaller than Marnie’s fist. She watched open-mouthed as just the trace of a bulge near the manager’s right breast bowed outwards momentarily, then back in again,
“They have begun to move in the last few days,” she said, nursing the area of the kick, before fixing her gaze on Marnie, “I hope you don’t mind my making myself comfortable on my last day of work. You’ll come to appreciate it,”
“N-no, no, not at all,” Marnie spluttered, not wanting to even entertain the notion of being so vastly pregnant. There was a pause before the director resumed at length,
“I’m showing you my body to reassure you that this is not beyond anyone’s capabilities, particularly working for VeriCorp,” she told Marnie, “I have to leave. To go, ripen, and eventually bear these children, as every mother must,”
Marnie licked her lips nervously as her impossibly immense superior reclined in her seat, her bloated, near-immobile body stretching an inhuman distance in just about every direction. Her breasts and belly looked as if they were parts of a parasitic growth gorging itself on the poor woman, and the terrified younger girl looked pointedly down at her normal-looking form beneath her well-fitting clothes for a moment. Meanwhile, the managing director was talking, and Marnie suddenly found herself listening,
“Just a few short months ago, I sat in your position, probably with similar thoughts running through my mind as you have. I’d never seen anybody so heavily pregnant before, she looked... colossal. Inconceivably large,” the gigantic woman admitted, “But you must understand that every head of this corporation has gone through the same emotions. Think of it as an initiation,”
Marnie stayed silent, trying hard not to shake,
“You remember my name,” the director suddenly half-asked without prompting. Marnie’s eyes darted up in confusion. She looked for the first time into the woman’s face and, ignoring the insanity bubbling in the body below it, familiarity crept into her mind. She did. She did know her name. The two had worked just a few desks apart near the beginning of the year,
“Veronica,” said Marnie, shakily,
“It’s good to see you again...”

The PA to the managing director knew it would be today that the call-up came. She had been able to relax slightly since the previous week when the board had overlooked her yet again for the soon-to-be-vacant position, and all she needed to do was summon the person they had selected. It concerned the receptionist slightly that the nominee was a year her senior, so she would be eligible for selection at least twice more, but it seemed she was either hidden in plain sight or the board of directors thought she was an ideal personal assistant. All at once, a live message popped onto her monitor, a young and made-up, if slightly tired-looking face of plump yet elfin features,
“Please have the candidate attend my office,” Marnie prompted her secretary, several months after being summoned herself,
“Yes ma’am,” the receptionist’s face nodded onscreen, knowing the protocol well, “Goodbye ma’am it’s been a pleasure working for you,”
“Thank you, Miss Kendricks, the feeling is mutual,” Marnie replied, the screen going blank,
‘It won’t be long now,’ she told herself, rotating her chair to face the window as she remembered her predecessor doing. She shifted on the seat’s cushion, her clothing creaking and groaning with strain as even the sturdy executive chair voiced its protest at the load on top of it. Marnie sighed, hoping that she wouldn’t meet a duplicate of herself; she didn’t have the patience for an argument today of all days. She felt like an overinflated balloon as her giant, propped-up boobs tried to swallow her neck and chin from her seated position. The board members were delighted; the biggest pregnancy yet, they’d told her. Marnie was less delighted, but stoic and determined to fulfill her role. Who’d have believed it, the board had said, 67 babies. Sixty-seven. Marnie mulled over the number in her mind as she again rehearsed what she would say to her successor.

Her ‘high yield’ – as it had been called in an early briefing following her insemination – had allowed Marnie to be one of the corporation’s most revolutionary managing directors in memory. She had shaken up the management and made the company a better place to work for her average employees. But no matter how hard she pushed for a change to the managing directors’ role, or to at least ensure the next director actually wanted the job, the board held totally firm on the topic. Marnie had rallied and petitioned endlessly, but time was against her and inevitably, for all her early enthusiasm she had gradually slowed down as she swelled and the months ticked by towards her maternity leave. Until, for the preceding few weeks, she had been almost incapable of doing any work, sitting at the top of the boardroom table like an enormous pregnant figurehead, eager for longer meetings to come to an end before she burst out of her clothing. As Marnie’s scheming subordinates had planned, her position soon became untenable, and now she longed for her maternity leave.

She could barely walk, let alone work. Would she stand up to greet the candidate? Was she even able to? Her load had become terribly heavy in the past few days and Marnie was struggling to stay mobile, not to mention the fact that her pendulous bump nearly reached the floor when standing. She resolved to try and remain seated if at all possible, as the dress she wore was barely holding together as it was, and exploding out of it would be most unprofessional. The overwhelmingly large young woman placed her hands on opposing sides the sprouting protuberance of her giant pregnant tummy, covered with the stretched black material of her garment. Despite its parachute-like size, the pleat-skirted dress tried hard to be cute with its short sleeves and sweetheart neckline, but Marnie’s colossal girth was just inches from busting out of it,
“Rats,” she hissed quietly, realizing she would in fact have to accompany the new director to the next stage of proceedings, “I’ll have to get up,”
Worse, she would have to walk. Squirming to sit up a little straighter as her gigantic gut tried to haul her off the chair, Marnie peered over the brink of her bust to the belly beyond, which seemed to stretch off into infinity before her, over ten feet at its greatest girth. Her nipples tingled and her boobs throbbed, feeling full almost to bursting with the milk that welled up inside them, her canyon of cleavage rubbing together as she wriggled. Marnie’s spreading hips and her back ached, her spine arched and contorted by overwhelming weight, with only her shoulders and inflated ass touching the seat’s backrest. The ludicrously bloated girl grimaced, her tits still just inches from her chin whilst the clingy garment’s zipper bit into her waist on her left side. She stopped to pluck and tug at the sheer fabric stretched taut over her gigantic form as she tried to make herself just a little more comfortable. If only her tits weren’t being boosted upwards by her huge belly, Marnie would have felt less on the verge of bursting, and she tried to convince her outfit to let her enormous cannons drop just slightly.

She wiggled in her seat again, stopping at the ominous sound of popped stitches. Her chunky, thickened backside wallowed to a halt below her; like any pregnant woman, Marnie hadn’t just gained weight in her belly and boobs, but her entire frame had increased noticeably in mass. Although she was much larger than the woman she took over from, she couldn’t help but think her body wasn’t coping as well,
‘I’m just not built for this,’ she considered, stock-still so as not to split her dress any further. Certainly Marnie was much more petite than the statuesque former director had been, although she had now filled out plentifully. Stretchmarks had recently begun to show on her giant bump like dark little leeches, growing bigger as they fed on her tightening skin. Several burst blood vessels had also appeared on her gut, like flashes of blue and purple lightning amidst the crowd of snaking veins that struggled to span her humungous belly. The corporation certainly looked after their managing directors well, as Marnie’s rubbing thighs and blossoming hips testified. The medical attention she received in her privileged position was near-constant, but soothing though they were, none of the creams or balms rubbed and massaged into her skin could offset the incredible growth of Marnie’s belly. Every member of the company’s pre-natal staff admitted hers was the heaviest pregnancy they had ever dealt with, and Marnie at times wondered if she was the largest pregnant woman in the world. She tried to retain her composure; just one last duty to perform and then she was free to go on leave, to eat and inflate as much as she wanted. But the initiation of a new managing director made her uneasy, as she just felt too big and uncomfortable to be as assertive as she would have liked to be, as her predecessor had been. Again, she hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Marnie glanced nervously down the cavernous cleavage her bulging udders created, moving tentatively in her chair to try to convince her dress to allow her greater movement. She tensely tested the elasticity of her faltering outfit by shifting her considerable weight slightly, but realized her mistake immediately amid a chorus of rips and pops from her clothing. Looking down just in time to see her boobs finally drop away from her face, Marnie’s giant pregnant belly, constricted by the tight fabric around her middle, also sank on her frame at the expense of her zipper, which tore from the dresses seam. She peered downwards at the scene of the tear, seeing the rolls of fat piled on top of her jutting hips clearly visible due to her pale skin. There was no hiding her clothing’s damage, but Marnie felt so much better for the extra breathing space however that she allowed herself a groan of relief as her burgeoning body gradually stopped wobbling from the sudden movement and even gave her fat gut a comforting pat. Recognizing that she couldn’t very well receive the incoming managing director in such a state, Marnie had a split-second decision to make; either remove her clothes, or somehow try to disguise the fact that she had just burst out of them. With little chance of hiding the gaping tear in her dress, Marnie began to undress. After all, her predecessor had done the same, she reasoned as she unclasped her bra, pinging it off underneath her shredded clothing. Her firm, spherical boobs separated across the sphere of her belly’s upper curve in doing so bulging further into her dresses sheer material before she quickly pulled the whole outfit off over her head. Moving with speed she almost thought herself no longer capable of, Marnie dumped the remains of her outfit behind the desk out of sight. Wincing with effort to haul her fantastically gravid form back up to vertical, she clutched at the desktop to assist in sitting upright as the chair squeaked violently below, her immense, bloated body shuddering to a halt once she had done so. All that remained were the black briefs covering Marnie’s giant, jiggling butt, which necessitated standing up to remove. Deciding to leave them on, she fixed her gaze out of the panoramic window as she composed herself. The VeriCorp building was easily the city’s tallest structure, but Marnie reflected that despite this, she must have been visible to anyone with a good vantage point or in a low-flying aircraft. In fact, she was so huge that she could probably be seen for miles around. She looked down at the enormous belly extending out in front of her, its fair skin tinged blue with pressure like a giant living bubble and rested her arms on the flourishing curves of her formerly flat tummy, feeling... authoritative. Powerful. If she was capable of growing so large, Marnie was capable of anything. The quiet, fretful noise from room’s far side just then would have gone unnoticed but for the complete silence,
“You wished to see me, ma’am?” came a female voice from behind her,
“That’s right, Miss Dickinson,” Marnie’s lips curved into an assured smile, “Thank you for coming, please take a seat,” she directed, knowing she sat on the only chair in her office,
“As you know, I will shortly depart to begin my maternity leave...”