Super Sized Spy Secretary

Elizabeth was a red headed secretary for the FBI but she had dream of one day being an agent. After years of applying for a job change, she finally got her chance and underwent training to become an undercover agent. Her first assignment was to investigate a New York law firm.

The target was a man called Falco Calzonni, a lawyer who was suspected to have significant ties to the mafia. Calzonni was known to be typically tight lipped about his private life but he was also something of a skit chaser and allegedly often bragged carelessly about his criminal affairs to impress women he was attracted to. Elizabeth was going to be sent to work as his new secretary, utilizing her wiles until she managed to get some dirt to take him and his clients down.

Elizabeth played up the "sexy secretary" angle as much as she could. She dressed as seductively as the dress code would allow, frequently dropped things to bend over in front of him or leaned in front of him when delivering his work and gave him a good view at her perky cleavage. However, he never looked twice at her no matter how hard she tried to get his attention.

Confused about the lack of attention she was getting, she decided to tail him during one of his nights out on the town to see what he was into. She secretly followed him to the Red Light district of the city, but instead of going into any strip club or massage parlor he instead went to a fried chicken joint. He hung out there for about an hour, with Elizabeth observing the place from a dark alley across the street, before leaving with two obese women hanging off his arms. They both grasped buckets of fried chicken with one hand and with the other they playfully pawed at the noticeable bulge in his pants as they waddled alongside him. Calzonni leading his two porky prizes to a nearby no-tell motel that advertised itself as having the largest and strongest beds in town.

It was now clear why her attempts at seduction failed: Calzonni was a chubby chaser! She had no hope of romancing information out of him as long as she was a slender beauty and she would never move up the FBI ladder if she failed in her first mission. Elizabeth realized she had only one choice, walking into the chicken joint herself and ordering three buckets of the extra crispy drumsticks and two of the largest sodas they had. 

Elizabeth increased the size of her daily meals tenfold and ate junk food almost exclusively. She ate entire boxes of sugary cereals and giant stacks of syrup drenched waffles for breakfast and nothing but super sized greasy take out for lunch and dinner with large cakes and giant ice cream tubs for dessert. This caused to her weight to explode in a short amount of time. Her head turned round and neckless as layers of swelling fat piled onto it. Her bloated tits struggled to squeeze into even the largest bras she could find and were always on the verge of flopping out her provocative tops. It was almost impossible to fit dresses and suits around her big, jiggling belly and thick love handles, resulting in more a few clothes ripping incidents in public. Her widening booty grew so big she struggled to fit in her office chair and she occasionally needed help popping her rear free of the grasping arm rests.

As she continued her weight gains, she noticed that she was not only was Calzonni starting to notice her but he was giving her preferential treatment. He never punished her long lunches, or for eating at her desk, or her many dress code violations due to her work clothes frequently tearing at the seams from her oversized frame. She also no longer had to try and act sexy to try and get his attention. Everyday, when she delivered his paperwork, he could barely pretend to be uninterested in the sight of her chunky waistline and she could almost feel him boring holes in her massive ass with his eyes as whenever she walked out of his office.

One Friday night, as he prepared for his typical night on the town, Elizabeth caught him alone in the hall at the work day's end. 

"Hello, sir." She said with a seductive purr in her voice, her breathe smelling like potato chips. "I was wondering, if you're not doing anything, maybe we could hang out together. There this new bar and buffet downtown that just opened up and I've been dying to try it."

"Well, I actually had a prior engagement I had planned..." He said with a flushed look on his face.

She gently pressed her body against his, letting him feel the full thickness of her tummy and giving him a top down view of her expansive cleavage. She grabbed his trembling hand with her plump fingers.

"I must say sir. I know this might be unprofessional, but I was hoping we could change our relationship into something unprofessional, if you get my drift."

Elizabeth could see beads of sweat forming on his head. She knew she had him right where she wanted him! But right then, as she let herself get excited, a long, loud and airy fart escaped from her saggy butt cheeks, echoing across the empty hallway. Elizabeth turned bright red. Her bloated bowels had betrayed her and killed the sensual mood she had set up. Now she would never get Calzonni to spill his secrets! But before she could despair, she suddenly felt a stiff object poking her belly. She looked up at Calzonni to see him almost biting his lip, as if he was struggling not to blow right then and there.

"Maybe, I could postpone some of my plans tonight." He said, taking a step back from her flustered.

"I knew you'd come around." She said, smoothly pretending like the gassy outburst was intentional. 

The two walked together hand in hand to the elevator. 

"Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I got a mob boss's son exonerated out of fifty charges in only three days?" Calzonni said in a boastful voice.

"No, but go on. I have a feeling I'm gonna love this story."