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Ashley glanced down at the page in her hand, then around the room in question. This certainly seemed to be the right room, though it was far larger than she had expected. The new sweets company had hired her as a stock assistant. Somehow, she had imagined a small, dimly lit back room, not a bright, sterile place about the size of a gymnasium. Curiously, she tiptoed near the center of the room, folding her paper and sliding it into her pocket. Odd, there didn’t seem to be any stock in this room.

“H-hello?” she called softly.

A voice suddenly buzzed overhead.

“Welcome, Ashley. Glad you found the room all right. Please change into the bodysuit on the bench.”

“What ben-“ but before Ashley could finish, a large bench with a silver body suit neatly folded on top of it rose out of the floor with a metallic whirr. Ashley started, then glanced around. Well, she was certainly alone… And she didn’t want to risk a bad mark on her record by refusing to follow orders on the first day.

Shyly, she slipped out of her jeans and her T-shirt (“And your undergarments, please, in case you hadn’t planned on it.” The voice kindly reminded her) and slid into the bodysuit which, to her surprise, fit like a glove against her rail-thin body.

“Wow,” she murmured, looking over herself. She reminded herself of some sort of science fiction heroine, rather than a sweets company employee.

“Please sit on the bench.”

Obediently, she sat and began tapping her bare toes on the cool floor. There was another whirr, and a long, thin tube fell from the ceiling. In front of her, a panel opened in the white wall, revealing a kind faced woman who waved at her. Absently, Ashley waved back, though her eye was fixed on the tube. There was a mask at the end, much like a breathing mask. She wasn’t entirely certain where this was going…

“You’re doing fine, Ashley,” the woman assured her through her microphone. “Now, place the mask against your face.”

“Why?”

“Trust me, it won’t bite.” The woman laughed as though it was some tremendous joke. Ashley didn’t quite see the humor, but she obeyed, pressing the mask against her face. Immediately, it tightened and stuck by itself.

“Now, this is the part that tends to throw people off. Coconut cream is going to come through the tube. I want you to eat it.”

“To… to eat it?” Ashley repeated. The woman nodded. Before Ashley could question more, though, a sudden trickle of cream flowed through the tube and pressed against her lips. Hesitantly, she tried it, and hurriedly swallowed a whole mouthful. It was the best coconut cream she’d ever tasted. She closed her eyes and leaned back on her hands, gorging herself on the sweet treat. Was this what ‘stock assistant’ really meant? Not to move stock, but to taste it? If she’d known she was going to be a taste tester, she’d have never hesitated to enter the room.

After close to ten minutes of nonstop gorging, however, Ashley began to feel full. She considered asking the woman to stop the flow, but who knew when she’d get to try this stuff again? Might as well eat as much as she could while she could get it.

Soon, however, she began to feel painfully full. Her belly was taut and bloated with all the cream, and aching as she sucked down more cream. Ashley moaned and shook her head, motioning for the woman to stop. Slowly, the flow of cream slowed to a trickle, then stopped altogether.

“What’s wrong, honey?” the woman asked.

“Nothing, it’s just… I think I’m done. I mean, I’m getting really full here.”

“Is that all?” the woman laughed. “Don’t worry dear, it’s a little uncomfortable at first. Shall I increase the speed?”

“N-no!” Ashley argued. “I mean, I’m really, REALLY full.”

“That’s the idea, dear.”

And, once again, the cream pumped down the tube, faster than before. Ashley winced as she was forced to swallow, gorging herself more than she ever thought she could. She was grateful for the stretchy bodysuit. Her jeans would have been a nightmare against her sensitive belly.

Miserably, Ashley set a hand on her full stomach, rubbing the slight roundness that always occurred after large meals. She’d never eaten this much in one sitting, much less the filling cream. She felt like she could positively burst!

While she was rubbing her belly, Ashley suddenly noticed something very odd. Wide-eyed, she glanced down and saw that her tummy was larger than it had ever, ever been. In fact, it was almost as though she was pregnant and just starting to show. She turned fearfully to the smiling woman in the window, then back to her ballooning belly. Her hand rose as it continued to fill with cream, slowly but surely growing more round by the second.

Curiously, she poked at it, and instantly regretted it. Despite how full she was, her stomach was spongy and had a lot of give, and the immediate effect was a lot of displaced cream inside her already sore stomach. Ashley moaned and determinedly set her hands on either side of the bench. She swallowed the cream methodically now, watching as her belly grew to six months, no, eight months, no, full term!

Awed, Ashley gingerly placed her hands on the swollen mound. It was warm and soft, if far too sore.

Then, something else began to happen.

Her flat chest began to swell outward. Ashley yelped, swallowing too much cream at once, which caused both her stomach and chest to flare suddenly (and painfully).

“Don’t worry,” the kind woman assured her. “That’s only normal. Your belly isn’t the only part of you that will grow.”

But it certainly was the biggest. The swelling in her chest was only very slight compared to her very round belly, which was beginning to weigh down uncomfortably on her still skinny legs. Grunting, Ashley spread her legs, allowing her belly to rest in between them. She was beyond pregnant-looking now. It was like a big, soft beach ball had somehow been stuffed inside her bodysuit, and blended to look like a part of her.

Then, to her relief, her belly slowed its growth just a bit. But the cream didn’t stop flowing.

Ashley moaned in dismay as her hips began to flare out, her bottom filling, causing her to rise a few inches on top of the bench. Even her skinny thighs began to swell pressing against her belly and forcing her to spread her legs more than she liked. She wasn’t a gymnast after all.

“Relax, dear,” the woman said. “This is perfectly normal at your stage. The cream must disperse itself if you don’t want to fall right off that bench there.

Ashley furrowed her brows, but soon raised them as her belly began to swell into her sides, then her back, completely rounding her torso into a very spherical shape. Her arms thickened suddenly, but very slightly, as most of the cream seemed determined to turn her into a giant ball with arms and legs.

Soon, she didn’t have much of a bottom anymore. Just the lower part of her spherical body. She continued to rest her hands on her belly, which could still be called such a thing because it took up most of her body. She pressed down and, to her dismay, it was not so spongey anymore, but taut and firm with cream. She was probably running out of room. Surely the woman would stop the cream before it filled her to the point of… she didn’t want to think about it.

Nervously, she glanced up at the woman, who smiled and pressed a button.

A sudden burst of cream pumped into Ashley’s body, swelling everything-her chest, her belly, her backside, her legs, her arms, and even her face felt a little plumper. Then, it slowed to a stop. The mask pulled away from her face with a pop and disappeared in the ceiling. Ashley moaned in relief and rubbed her hands along her gargantuan, spherical body, assuring herself that it was still there.

“You were wonderful, Ashley,” the woman said warmly. “Really top notch. But, in case you were worried, you really had quite a bit of room left.”

“I-I do?” Ashley cried, flabbergasted. “Then why didn’t you-“

“Coconut cream is a new product, so we’re trying transport it in small, delicate, uncompacted shipments and, anyway, it was your first time. Didn’t want to scare you.”

It was a little too late for that, but Ashley didn’t dare say anything.

“What do you mean… transport?” she asked instead.

“Well, you’re a stock assistant. You help to transfer stock in the most effective way for our unique product. Now, let’s get you to your apartments. If you would please stand.”

Ashley gave her an incredulous look. She had to be joking. Stand? Her? A human cream puff with nothing but disproportioned limbs and a head to confirm the ‘human’ part? The woman smiled sweetly and gestured for her to get up. Fine. If Ashley fell straight on her massive stomach, she hoped the woman would be the one who had to come scrape her off the floor.

Huffing and puffing, she scrambled to her feet and, miraculously, didn’t fall over. The cream was lighter than she’d expected. Placing her slightly chubbier hands back on the shelf of her stomach, Ashley waddled around for a few steps, trying out her now spherical girth. Incredible. She was still mobile.

“It takes a while for stock assistants to grow comfortable with immobility, so we start everyone off light,” the woman explained. “And, anyway, since this is your first time, it was decided that you weren’t quite malleable enough for that anyway, either physically or mentally.”

Ashley didn’t know what she thought about a ‘next time’, but chose not to speak. Instead, she watched as the bench disappeared into the floor, replaced by a massive chair that resembled the seat of a free-legged roller coaster, complete with a seat belt. She could take the hint. She was supposed to sit in that thing and go… wherever.

She sighed and waddled over to the seat. Awkwardly, she shuffled around it until she was in a good position to drop straight back. The seat groaned softly as, somehow, it shifted to accommodate her round frame, and the twin seat belts wrapped around her.

“Have a nice day,” the woman said cheerfully. The last thing Ashley saw was the woman waving as she was lowered through the floor.

Ashley swallowed as the chair whirled through a warehouse. Below, thousands of assembly lines put together the gourmet sweets the company was so famous for. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw other round, silver shapes, but by the time she looked, they were always gone.

After a short time of this, the cream in her rotund frame began to churn uncomfortably. Ashley moaned and rubbed her belly. She hoped it would end soon.

And, to her relief, it did. She exited the factory and entered a long, wide hallway where tracks ran along the sterile, white tile for chairs like hers to motor past. She stopped before a large metal door, which hissed open immediately. The chair moved in, then stopped. The seat belts came undone, and Ashley was permitted to clamber off. She stumbled around for a few moments, still unfamiliar with her new body, as the chair disappeared and the door shut.

She waddled around for a short while and took in her new room. Like the other one, it was large and smooth and sterile, though this one was gray-blue in color. There wasn’t much to see, except an overstuffed bean bag sitting near a flatscreen tv and DVD player, and a small collection of DVD’s. It would probably be better furnished if she stayed longer. IF.

Sighing, Ashley plopped down (there wasn’t much of a better way to move like this) on the bean bag and sifted through the DVD’s. Finding one she liked, she hefted herself out of the beanbag, nearly fell on her stomach, and inserted it in the DVD player. Then, she sat back down to watch it.

Halfway through the movie, a pair of male voiced echoed over the loudspeaker.

“You sure this is the one?”

“I think I know the right room number. This one’s due for a fresh filling. See? Under contract and everything.”

Ashley frowned. She hadn’t signed a contract.

“I dunno.”

“Just hush and let me do my job.”

“Maybe we should take a peek.”

“You idiot. You know that we’re not supposed to look until after they have the mask on and they’ve had a few minutes to themselves. Makes them feel less self conscious.”

Ashley didn’t know about that, but she staggered to her feet, swaying from side to side to accommodate her round form.

“Now, dear, you know the drill.”

A tube and mask lowered from the ceiling.

“Eat up.”

Ashley hesitated but, after all, she had been here for a few hours. Maybe she was ready for ‘full capacity’ now.

She placed the mask on her face, wondering idly if this was all it took to be a stock assistant after all.