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WARNING: This is a short fetish story about female weight gain/belly stuffing, also with teasing/humiliation.  Please don't read if you shouldn't, or if you don't like this sort of thing.  Feedback is appreciated.

"Sure you really want that?"

Rachel's hand hovered over the open box, stopped just shy of grabbing a cupcake.  Joline had brought them in for the office, and the one with green frosting had been calling Rachel's name all morning.

Standing 5'6", Rachel could certainly be called a bit chubby.  Her shoulder-length blonde hair framed a nicely rounded and very pretty face.  Blue eyes generally sparkled with warmth and wit from behind her fashionable thick-rimmed rectangular glasses.  Below her pert nose sat plump pink lips, often splitting into a big smile to reveal her perfectly white teeth.  Her jaw line was slightly blurred, but she didn't yet have a second chin.

Rachel had taken the job with the FBI just two months after graduating with her two master's degrees.  She had worked in intelligence analysis for the past four years, becoming a very valued analyst in that time.  Of course, the extra hours she put in at her desk had started to manifest themselves in other areas as well.  It took Rachel only a little over a year before she had to upgrade her wardrobe due to ill-fitting blouses and too-snug skirts.  The next three years hadn't been any kinder to her waistline, and Rachel had watched her weight climb from the 130's into the 170's (or at least that was the weight she would admit to).

The sleek hand hovering indecisively over the cupcakes was attached to a forearm that was soft, but not quite plump.  Her upper arms filled the short-sleeved blouse, but a slight hint of muscle remained (thanks to twice weekly visits to the gym in her apartment complex).  Her shoulders were surprisingly not rounded from her many hours at a computer, a testament to her good posture.

Unfortunately for Rachel, that good posture came at a price.  Every evening when she got home she would climb into a very hot shower, letting the water soothe away the ache in her shoulders and upper back.  It was not easy carrying around a pair of breasts that had ripened into D cups.  Her 40ish pound gain had been more or less evenly spread out, but there was no doubt that her chest had substantially benefited.

Beneath her generous bosom, her rounded midsection was rather pinched by the waistband of her size 16 skirt.  Atop the waistband sat a rather noticeable spare tire, a ring of soft flesh spilling out and pulling the blouse taut.  Below the offending waistband bulged her lower belly, pressing tight against the gray fabric.  The skirt was obviously growing overtaxed, similarly struggling to contain her full hips and generous bubble butt.  As a result, the skirt rode slightly higher than intended, just below the knees.  The calves that peeked out underneath were quite full, on the verge of being chubby.

Growing a gut, or "office ass", was an occupational hazard, but not one that goes unnoticed.  Rachel had heard the whispers behind her (sizable) back(side) as the pounds piled on.  Sometimes, someone was even callous enough to say something to her face, something like…..

"Sure you really want that?"

The voice belonged to the woman standing in the doorway, Julie Hoffman.  Julie was one of the top female operatives, despite being only 31 years old.  At 5'8" and 125 pounds, she was breathtakingly beautiful, and she was well aware of it.  Dark brown hair hung in wavy locks to just past her shoulders, her face could rival any model on a magazine cover.  With piercing green eyes, high cheekbones, flawless skin, and no excess flesh whatsoever, she had used her looks to her advantage to gain vital information in past missions.  A lot of time in the gym helped her hone a fabulous body, complete with perky B-cup breasts, a flat toned stomach, and pert round bottom.

Rachel was always at least a little aware of the extra weight she carried, but never did she feel most flabby and out-of-shape than when she was around Julie.  At the moment a cool smirk played on Julie's face as she gave the tubby analyst a once over.  Rachel blushed slightly at the obvious perusal and dropped to her side.

"I guess not," she muttered as she walked toward the door.

Julie wasn't done having fun, so instead of simply moving from the doorway, she turned sideways with her back to the doorframe.  This forced Rachel to turn sideways also to egress, sucking in her tummy to avoid brushing against Julie.  Julie smirked openly as Rachel walked timidly away, her chunky rump swaying slightly side to side.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Not feeling well?" Mandy asked in a concerned voice.

The statuesque blonde from Norway was extremely open and friendly, and one of Rachel's closest friends.  She was joined at the table in the cafeteria by Tanya, a slightly plump light-skinned African-American with an ass that just wouldn't quit.  Both Mandy and Tanya worked in the training department, equipping field agents for their missions.

Rachel stared glumly at her tray, holding only a salad (fat-free dressing on the side), an apple, and a bottle of water.  Tanya had a turkey melt with fries and an iced tea, while Mandy had three hotdogs, tater tots, a coke, and a very large slice of cake (her crazy metabolism made her the envy of many).

"I saw that bitch Julie," Rachel muttered.  "She made some snarky comment when I was going to get a cupcake."

"Oh, don't let her get to you," Mandy consoled her friend.  "She's just nasty because she obviously doesn't eat enough."

"Pshh, I'd say the same about you if I didn't see you hoover down a linebacker's lunch every day," Tanya scoffed, eyeing the Norwegian's tight 26-inch waist.  "And forget that bitch honey, she's just miserable 'cuz she only eats stale cardboard and tepid water."

"Stale cardboard?" Rachel snorted a giggle.  "How does cardboard get stale?"

"You know," Tanya replied.  "Cardboard that's um…been left out a while and…um……shut up!"

By this point both Rachel and Mandy were giggling out loud, and by the end of lunch Rachel had been cheered up enough by her friends that she even got a brownie for dessert.  And didn't feel bad about it at all.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Rachel sat at her desk, reading a report on Scott Feldowns, suspected leader of a counterfeiting ring.  Most of the intelligence gathered was rather ho-hum, a litany of known contacts and past misdemeanors.  One piece of info popped off the page, however.  It seemed that Mr. Feldowns had a preference for the thicker chicks.  The agent tracking him mentioned that he was seen intimately involved with several different women, all at least 220 pounds or so.

Rachel put one hand to her fleshy midsection and sighed, thinking to herself that if she was an agent she would likely be the first to be volunteered for the task of infiltrating the counterfeiting ring.  She started to wonder who might end up with the task, then gasped out loud as she was struck by a wonderful thought.

Feverishly, she started going through who was available for the mission.  A devious plan was quickly forming in Rachel's mind, a one-in-a-million shot at fulfilling a deep fantasy.  Her breath caught about a third of the way down the list.  Her lips curled into a mirthless grin, and she started to write her official recommendation.  Who better to go undercover than one of the top operatives available?  Who better than…

…Julie Hoffman?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Julie's heels clicked along the tiled floor as she purposefully strode down the hallway.  She had just gotten a call that she had been picked for a top-secret undercover mission and was to be briefed immediately.  As she walked along she saw that cow from intelligence, Rachel, coming the other way.  To her surprise, Rachel didn't cower or turn her head to avoid Julie's gaze, instead smiling openly at her.  Julie didn't have time to wonder what it could mean, arriving at the chosen conference room soon after.

She pushed open the door and walked in, greeted by several higher-ups gathered around a table.  Blake Griffin, her boss's boss, smiled at her as she took a seat.

"Thank you for coming so quickly Agent Hoffman," he rumbled in a low bass tone.  "We have quite a…challenging mission for you."

"I thrive on challenge, sir," Julie replied, holding her head high.

"Good, good.  Because this will certainly, ahem, stretch you a bit."

As he outlined the plan, Julie's tan face turned pale.  She gulped audibly several times, trying to keep down the bile rising in her throat.  After the briefing she tottered out the door and stumbled to the women's room.  As she stood in front of the toilet, trying to calm her heaving stomach, all she could think was………

Why me?