"The Taste Tester"
a story by ScareGlow

When I graduated from college, the economy was just starting to get bad. I desperately wanted to keep my apartment in the city, but I couldn't find a job for the life of me. I guess being a creative writing major wasn't the best idea. I dreaded the thought of moving back home, living with my parents whom I never got along with. So I watched my savings dwindle, exacerbated by the student loan payments I had to make every month. I was down to my last month's rent, envisioning myself returning to my parent's home in shame, when a job listing on Monster caught my eye.
For Hire: Taste Tester, Entry-level. Will train. No prerequisites. Competitive salary, excellent benefits, and 401k. Good opportunities for advancement at prestigious firm. Email resume and cover letter by 4/30.
Wow! I thought. The perfect job for me. I love eating food, and the thought of getting paid to it was great. Especially since I didn't want to move home and get a job stocking shelves at Pathmark.
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“Hi, I'm Perry,” said the interviewer, shaking my hand. “You must be Daria. Please, tell me about yourself.” So I did. “Hm, yes, creating writing has always been a tough major for the job market. Anyway, I would like you to try these samples and fill out this sheet.” When I had finished, Perry looked over the sheet. “Yes! This is excellent work. Well, there's no need for a second interview. You're hired.”
I jumped across the table and hugged Perry.
“This is...pleasant, but highly unusual.”
“I'm sorry, I was just so excited...you don't know how much this job means to me...” I blushed.
“Well, come in on Monday, 8:00. You don't have to hug me, just have the secretary let me know you're here.”
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On Monday, Perry gave me and Sharon, another newly hired tester, an orientation. Then we began the delicious work of tasting and testing. I asked Perry about the company.
“Well, we develop special new flavors for other companies, we market our own line of snack and meal products, and we test already developed products before they go on to national distribution.”
“So you interviewed us and also did the orientation. Seems like you do a lot of jobs around here. You're like, one of those guys who does everything?”
“Actually, I'm the CEO,” said Perry. “I know, I know, I should be in a Brioni suit, barking out orders. But I'm just not that kind of guy. I started out at International Flavors and Fragrances doing chemistry, until I realized that I could make a lot more money, and what's more, have a lot more fun, by running my own company. So I pretty much do everything.”
“Wow!” I said, looking at Perry in his Lacoste shirt and Dockers shorts. “That's very impressive.”
“Oh, it's nothing really. I just do what I love, and I love making new flavors. Right now I'm working on a Cardamom-Vanilla Breakfast Smoothie. Hey, you've got to try it. I'll get you some.”
“Oh Perry, this is amazing,” I said, draining the glass. I poured myself another glass, then began taking notes.
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Perry was irrepressible. It seemed like he was inventing a new product every day. He kept bringing me new things to test, and my workload increased rapidly. We were testing out foods with a new flavor he had invented called “Flavor Q.” The first few weeks on the job were busy and exciting. Perry came into the testing room to talk with me, as he did every day.
“Hey Daria, you're looking a little chubby, said Perry.”
“What?” I looked down at my belly, which was sticking out slightly. “Oh, that's strange, I hadn't even noticed.”
“Well, I'll have to give you fewer assignments. Did you ever see that movie, Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory?” I nodded. You wouldn't want to end up as a big round blueberry, like Violet Beauregarde.” He laughed, then I laughed, picturing the girl turning blue and swelling up immensely in my head, until the Oompa-Loompas rolled her away.
But the assignments kept coming. Perry came up with a new one, “Flavor V,” which was mixed into pies, cakes, and other foods. Sharon became terribly worried.
“Daria, are you all right? Look at your belly.”
I looked down. A thick roll of fat was hanging over into my lap. “Oh my god...I'm fat! This is so weird, I didn't really notice. I'll have to talk to Perry about this.”
“I'm quitting. This job is giving me bad vibes. Flavor Q gave me terrible gas, and I don't know about Flavor V, it just seems weird.” As I walked to Perry's office, I noticed that my entire body was fattened, not just my belly. My rear was rounded out, and even my arms were thicker.
“Hey Perry, it seems like Flavor V is making me gain weight,” I said.
“Well, you're free to quit at anytime.”
I thought about the salary I was getting, and the difficulty of finding another job. But I was so unnerved by my rapid weight gain, I decided to quit.
I woke up in the morning, and went jogging to try to lose some weight. It was awkward, running with a big gut hanging over my shorts, jiggling constantly and getting in the way. I hadn't planned out a route. Strangely, I found myself at the testing firm, walking through the front door.
“I thought you quit,” said Perry.
“I did, too,” I said. “But I have the weirdest craving for Flavor V. Hey, can you get me some samples? How about chocolate? Can you put Flavor V in chocolate?”
“I'll get right on it. It's good to have you back.”
I sat in the test room, cramming food into my face at rapid speed. Gradually I lost interest in taking notes. When I got my paycheck on Friday, there was an expense account form from Perry, giving me as much money as I wanted, as long as I spent it on clothes. I woke up on Saturday in a cold sweat, thinking about Flavor V, desiring its sweet highs, the subtle nuances, all the aspects of the flavor. I took the subway to the firm. Strangely enough, Perry was there.
“Perry! Can I work on Saturday and Sunday? I really like Flavor V.” He smiled.
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I walked into the testing room, looking fabulous in a new pair of tight jeans which showed off my huge butt and a top which managed to cover my giant gut. I was kind of worried about my body, but every time I thought about it, I had an intense craving for more food with Flavor V, which made me forget all about it. I also had the strongest desire for love that I had ever felt. But there weren't any men around. In fact, the building seemed sort of empty, except for...
“Perry!” I said, grabbing his arm.
“Hey Daria. Wow, you look gorgeous.”
“Really?” I thought about it for a moment.
“Hm, I know a broom closet down the hall...” We squeezed into the hall closet. There was barely enough room for the three of us - me, Perry, and my soft, flabby belly, which was squeezed up against Perry's waist. His busy hands were squeezing, touching and caressing every part of my body that he could reach.
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I got off the subway and trudged up the steps to street level. Each one was more difficult than the last. By the time I got to the office, I was breathing heavily and sweating. It was hard getting to work with a few extra hundred pounds on my body, I told Perry.
“No problem,” said Perry. “I'm moving part of the lab into my house. Will you move in with me? I'd like you to be part of my life.”
“Perry! Of course! I'd love to.” A few days later, Perry helped me move out of my old apartment. I crammed myself into the front seat of his black Mercedes, my thighs so fat that I spilled over onto the console. Perry took me to his breathtaking penthouse condo in a beautiful old building in Gramercy Park.
Each morning, I rolled out of bed, eager to try whatever new flavors Perry would invent. Soon my gorgeous belly was hanging down to my knees. My breasts, laden with fat, hung down to my belly button - well, at least where my belly button used to be, back when I was skinny. My belly button, by the way, was now less of a button and more of a cavernous hole. My thighs and rear had expanded so greatly that, when we watched TV together on the couch, there was room for me, Perry, and not much else. Still I could not get my fill of Flavor V. I continued to eat everything in sight - whole pizzas, cookies, boxes of donuts - anything to get my fill, so sweet and delectable was the taste.
I was waddling over to the bathroom when I noticed, to my astonishment, that I could not move. My huge thighs were pinned against the doorframe. I sucked in my belly, and rocked back and forth, but to no avail. Finally, I yelled and Perry came over. He covered my body in olive oil, then forced me out. I was so aroused by the feel of the oil on the soft, flabby folds of my body that Perry and I were soon kissing passionately on the floor.
I woke up the next day to a flurry of activity. There was a whole team of carpenters, plumbers, and other tradesmen, renovating the bathroom and shower, putting in a new, giant reinforced steel bed, and making numerous other improvements.
“Perry!” I said, shocked. “Did you do all this...for me?”
“Anything for my baby,” he said, grabbing a big handful of ass. I smiled coquettishly.
“You're the best.”
Still my body continued to grow. My belly hung ridiculously low, almost to the floor, in two giant folds, with tons of other folds under my arms and at my back. It stuck out so far that I could not reach its end with my outstretched arms, and I continually bumped into things. My upper arms were bloated like two giant sausages, with extra fat bunching up at my elbows.
I would wake up in the morning and see nothing but a giant mound of fat in front of me. I couldn't even see my feet. But I was strangely overcome, even aroused, by the new sensation of being huge. At this point, I could barely walk. I would summon all my strength just to get out of bed and waddle to the kitchen or bathroom.
The next day Perry brought in two young women in clean, starched white uniforms.
“Daria, this is Anne,” he said, pointing to one woman, “and Katie,” he said, pointing to the other. “They're your attendants.”
Anne and Katie helped me do everything. They would carry me to the bathroom, each of them holding one of my huge, flabby arms over her shoulder. They brought me trays and trays of food, which I devoured most greedily, leaving bits of food and pools of liquid in the deep recesses of my body, which they dutifully cleaned. Most important, they massaged my colossal rolls of flesh, kneading aromatic oils into the depths of my body.
Finally, it happened. I woke up and tried to move, but I couldn't. My enormous belly now lay like a huge, flabby blanket over my legs. At five feet wide, I was almost as wide as I was tall, with huge layers of fat covering every part of my body. I was truly immobile. The very thought of not being able to move aroused me incredibly. Anne and Katie would do everything for me, even lift up my monstrous gut when Perry made love to me.
It was strange being completely helpless, and yet very alluring to have people at my beck and call, taking care of every detail relating to my immense and growing body. Not being able to go out was sort of a drawback, but I had a rich life. When I wasn't eating, sleeping, or hanging out with Perry, I read novels or watched films and tv. I even got a bit of creative writing done. I would sit in bed, wearing nothing but a skimpy, custom made bikini, leaving rolls and rolls of flesh hanging out.
Anne and Katie were the best, always bringing me more food and giving me massages. Their thin, nubile bodies made a stunning but pleasing contrast to my enormous corpulence. But just when I thought I knew them, they surprised me.
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“Daria,” Anne called me, her eyes focused on the ground.
“Yes, Anne?”
“Well, I was wondering...” she hesitated. “It's just, all these days of feeling your warm, soft flesh against my body, of kneading the luxuriant rolls of your back and belly...I know it's wrong for two women to love each other...”
“It's not wrong, Anne.” I pulled her close to me, and her thin, bony body sunk into the immensity of my flesh. I gave her a deep kiss, sending waves of sensual pleasure reverberating through her body. We were intimately busy all day. When we had finished making love, she had only one thing to say.
“Thank you.”
Katie was even more surprising. One day, while tenderly washing my colossal body, she told me her most intimate thoughts.
“Daria,” she said. “I'm...I'm so attracted to your body...You're always having such a good time, playing with your big chubby belly, lazing around the house in your skimpy bikinis, eating whatever you like. I think I want to try being fat. You know, maybe a hundred pounds or so. I want to be a fat girl, it seems so...sexy. Do you think you could help me?”
“Katie, of course. It is really fun. It's also a lot of hard work. Here, I'll type up some meal plans and weight gain tips.”
“Oh, thank you Daria, you don't know how much this means to me. I can't wait to try it.”
So there I was, basking in the light of glory, being the center of attention. Perry lovingly fed me and made love, occasionally at the same time. Anne gave me the special kind of love that only a woman could give, and Katie came into work each day a little bit chubbier, which aroused me greatly. But little did I know that their attention would be focused on me even more strongly.
I guess it would be hard enough to notice. I mean, I probably weighed over a thousand pounds, although no one really knew, as I hadn't been weighed since around eight hundred. I was laying in bed, resplendent in my super sized glory. My sides were so fat that my arms were held up at 45 degree angles. There was just roll after roll heaped on my body, giant fat tits hanging over folds and creases of flesh, my rear sliding out to the edges of the bed, my gut so huge that it even buried most of my enormously fat thighs. But then came the unmistakable signs: I missed my period, then my breasts became swollen. Anne administered a test for me, which said it clearly: I was pregnant.
“Perry.”
“Yes, dear.”
“I'm pregnant.”
“Wow! Oh this is great. How can you tell?” He scrutinized my ample belly, looking for a sign, but there was none to be had.
“A woman always knows.”
“Well, I can't wait to be a daddy. Hey, we should probably get married first.”
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We had the wedding in our home, just me, Perry, Anne, Katie, and a priest. It was pretty nice, and I even ordered a super plus size wedding dress for the occasion. Plus I ate almost the whole wedding cake. We eagerly awaited the next big day. Perry had a team of doctors and nurses come in with all the equipment. When it was over, the head doctor was amazed.
“Well, it's unusual for a woman of your size to have a perfect pregnancy, with no complications. But you have a perfectly healthy baby boy. Good job.”
I held Perry Junior closely. He lay contentedly on my huge belly, sucking at my fat, milk-laden breast.