Stuffed Valentines (WG story)

>You were probably not the right person for this type of job.
>In fact you were probably the worst person for this job.
>I mean, a week ago you were just the janitor!
>And now...you were in charge of what remained of “The Last Hope”.
>As in the last member of The Last Hope.
>You’re pretty sure she wants to kill you, mainly due to the way she stared at you with thinly veiled hatred when you two first met.
>It probably has to do with you not earning your position in the least.
>But the recently promoted Mr.Drain shoved a six figure job opportunity for free, you couldn’t turn that down.
>Who the hell would?
>So far her first impressions on you were...poor to say the least, she scared you, was stronger than you, and has probably thought up 7 different ways to kill you.
>But what mainly tipped you off was “Your scum. You know that?” Comment she said to you today.
>Her eyes showed little emotion as she said it, but it sent shivers down your spine.
>It felt so professional, like she meant it, and you think she does.
You just read what’s on your computer on your desk to her and she leaves to do the task. So you weren’t exactly irreplaceable.
You feel yourself start to sweat, you had to get on her good side, but how?
How could you make Mrs.Valentine....
Wait valentine...
Chocolates?
>Would that work?
>You scratch the back of your head.
>Couldn’t hurt to try right?
>Oh trinity you are desperate,
>You quickly get to work as you place an order as fast as you can on your computer.
>2 boxes would be good, right?
>Your paranoid and stressed mind not realizing how stupid your “plan” was.
>As you finished the order, you lean back in your leather bound chair.
>Who were you kidding?
>You were so boned, that’s why they were going to pay you at the end of the week, you won’t make it a whole week!
>You knew this wouldn’t work, and that your life was over.
>As>”Boss, why did you send me 20 boxes of chocolate?”
>You sit there on your desk trying your best to keep a straight face.
>Valentine has a straight face, her surgical mask off, as she takes a bite out of a chocolate bar.
>”I-I thought I’d try to send you something so that...you wouldn’t uh, kill me.” You stutter out, too nervous to properly lie.
>She stares at you with her single visible eye.
>”Well, at least your smart enough to try and do something about it.” Valentine shrugs as she takes another bite out of the chocolate bar, one hand on her hip as she does so.
>”Tell you what, I just so happen to have a bit of a sweet tooth. So you keep sending me different chocolates every week, and maybe I’ll possib reconsider.”
>You quickly agree, causing the nurse to smile as she puts her face mask back on.
>”Smart boy, oh and don’t go to the men’s room, I set up the handicapped stall that you like to use to explode when you sit down on it.” Valentine informs you as she leaves the room.
>You blink, open your mouth, and then close it.
>She’s already left your officer by the time you came to terms with reality.
>You just saved your own ass, with chocolate...
>You would feel ecstatic but your mostly confused, and tired.
>Just talking to her made you exhausted.
>Well on the bright side, you just had to send her chocolates, what the worst that could happen? least that’s how it should have gone.
One month after “The Chocolate Pact”
>”And that’s how the job went.” Valentine shrugged as she lounged lazily in her seat opposite of your desk.
>A heart shaped box in her hands as she slowly pushes a heart shaped chocolate into her mouth.
>You are only half listening, as you notice the damage that the milk treats had caused to her body.
>Her legs are noticeably thicker now,each of her thighs are as large as her head, her arms barely seemed to change, except for a minor adage of pudge to them.
>But most noticeable to you, was the new gut that she had.
>Now visible from under her uniform she has formed a nice pot belly, sticking out a good couple inches.
>Her tight uniform nicely showing the curves of the her newly acquired gut.
>”Hey, were you listening? Really? You got none of that?” Valentine deadpans.
>You readjust yourself, realizing that you zoned out of her entire report.
>”Uh, sorry, um, from the top please?” You ask.
>Valentine let out a sigh as she pushed another heart shaped chocolate into her mouth form the heart shaped container.
>She then proceeded to throw the now empty container behind her in frustration as she grabbed another box that is stationed next to her.
>”Fine, I’ll do it AGAIN, since your so incompetent. But this is the last time! 3 times is my limit. If you don’t get it this time, your on your own.”
>Valentine said that with a grimace as she shoved three chocolate candies into her mouth.
>Yeah....you were making your only employee stress eat because you keep messing things up,
>Your pretty sure if it wasn’t for you buying chocolate for her she would have taken you out by now.
>But you got it this time!
30 minutes later.
>”And that Is my report.....fucking really dude?” Valentine says in disbelief.
>You couldn’t help but notice the way the buttons on her dress were starting to get tighter now, she finished 3 boxes while she was talking, it is honestly kind of hypnotic.
...aw shit.
>”Really...did you zone out AGAIN!?” Valentine raised her voice as stood she made the motion to quickly get up.
>Only to feel a rather upset stomach, slosh noisily, forcing her to sit back down.
>”Oof, okay, fine one LAST time, if you don’t get it this time.....screw it here’s the short version.”
>She grabbed what seemed like the last box of chocolates, her stomach gurgled in protest.
>”This is the short version of it.”
10 minutes later.
>”*Hic* oooh, excuse me, you got that right? Because I’m not repeating myse- *Hurf* ugh, never again.” Valentine moaned as she leaned back in the leather chair.
>6 boxes of chocolate, all gone, and it was obvious where they went.
>The Red “X”s of her uniform were barely holding onto each other as he taut gut pushed violently against the metal pins.
>Her stomach gurgled noisily it’s audible groans filled the room.
>She did her best to rub her aching stomach, to poor results.
>”Ate, too much damn, chocolate” Valentine breathed as she tried tog eat out of her seat.
>”W-well I got down your report this time, h-how about you wait until you feel li,e you can get up, and until then we can...” You think to yourself for a moment.
>”Un talk?” You sputter out.
>Valentine looks at you for a moment before letting out a sigh.
>”Fine, what do you wanna talk about, hm” >Valentine said seeming annoyed as she rubbed the exposed parts of her stomach.
>”Uh, did I tell you about the time my brother accidentally signed a “questionable” contract?” >You say recalling a story that you used to tell your co-workers.
>She simply stares at you angrily as she rubs her stomach.
>With a nervous smile you recollect a popular story to tell your employee.
>It only took the halfway point for valentine to stop glaring at you and actually seem interested in want you were saying for once.
>”Two arms? That’s kinda impressive” Valentine smirked as her hands glided over her gut.
>You couldn’t help but smile, at her response.
>”Yeah, and the weird part? He was walking perfectly normal after it was all over, no noodle legs, or torn muscles.”
>Valentine chuckled, her stomachs noisy growls had stopped some time ago.
>Now she and you were...talking.
>No threats towards you, or barely hidden disgust as she stares at you menacingly from her chair.
>Just simple conversation, honestly it felt nice.
>Compared to fearing for your life anyway.
>As your about to conclude your story Valentines watch begins to beep.
>The bloated nurse quietly gets out of her seat, lightly cradling her gut as she does so.
>”While I still don’t think you deserve you position whatsoever...You could be much worse I suppose, but your pretty high up there.” Valentine smirks as she leaves your officer her bloated stomach visible from your back view of her.
>Damn if she kept eating like that, she might start tog eat lazy.
>And that would....be bad, right?
>You shrug to yourself as you take out a bottle of whiskey from under the table.
>Well, not like she would ruin her figure just because your sending her chocolates from
>Your certain she will work whatever weight off in a jiffy.

>Valentine Slammed her back against the door to her apartment.
>Quickly locking the various clockwork of locks on her door, before flopping onto her lavish velvet bed.
>She stared at the plain white ceiling of her expensive condo.
>She gently undid the buttons of her uniform.
>A sign escapes her as her fat surged outward finally without restraint,
>Valentine looked at he basketbal, sized stomach, worry clear in her eyes.
>”What hell is happening to me?” Valentines whines as she grabs her stomach with both her hands.
>”Am I getting addicted again? Like when I was a kid.” Valentine recalled her teenage years, her double chinned face, Her wrecking ball of a stomach, and her terrible manners.