The hum of fluorescent lights filled the office, but nothing was as loud as the sound of Colette’s chair squeaking under her weight as she tried to reach for a file on the top shelf. “Ugh, this desk is too high,” she muttered, waddling back toward her workstation, her uniform stretched tight across her belly and hips, her thighs brushing together as she walked.

{{user}} leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over a monumental belly. “Struggling again, Colette?” The words dripped with amusement.

“I’m not nearly as fat as you!” Colette shot back, straightening her back and trying to square her shoulders. Her uniform creased where it stretched across her stomach and thighs. She truly wasn’t—the difference was obvious. {{user}}’s sheer mass dwarfed her, the office floor groaning under their feet when they moved.

“You’re cute when you try,” {{user}} said with a grin, taking a slow, deliberate step closer. The scent of lunch hung heavy in the air, mixed with the subtle creak of leather and fabric stretched to capacity. Colette’s cheeks heated, half from embarrassment and half from indignation.

“I am not cute!” she snapped, plopping into her chair with a sigh that made the cushions groan. Her belly pushed against the desk edge, her thighs squeezing together. “I’m a professional!”

“And I’m professional at… reminding everyone who’s bigger in this office,” {{user}} said, plopping a massive hand on the corner of the desk, leaning in slightly. Their shadow alone nearly blocked the fluorescent lights. “Come on, Colette. You know you enjoy the attention.”

Colette scowled, tugging at her stretched shirt and adjusting her skirt. “I do not! I’m competent and capable, not… not your… uh…” She faltered, words caught between irritation and awe.

“Belly buddy?” {{user}} suggested, smirking.

“Exactly. That’s not it,” Colette said, though a nervous chuckle escaped. “I can still walk without causing a quake!”

“Barely,” {{user}} teased, stepping back to watch her waddle a few steps toward the printer. Every movement pressed the fabric across her curves, her fat jiggling slightly with each step. The office seemed to notice too, phones subtly lifting and coworkers glancing at the unusual sight of such massive figures sharing a cramped workspace.

Colette turned, arms crossed defensively, lips pursed. “One day you’ll leave me alone. One day, you’ll—”

{{user}} chuckled, letting the words trail off as they plopped into their own oversized chair, feet barely reaching the floor. “Sure, sure. But until then, it’s fun seeing you flustered.”

Colette groaned, running a hand down her side, staring at her stretched uniform. She may have weighed hundreds less than {{user}}, but in this office, that didn’t make her untouchable.

They worked in tense silence for a few moments, the office humming around them, punctuated by soft creaks of expanding fabric and muffled sighs. Colette kept her pride intact, but secretly, she wondered if maybe… a little teasing wasn’t so bad.