Logan Thomas sat at his desk, surrounded by rows and rows of cubicles filled with other workers typing away at their computers. He aimlessly scrolled through Twitter, looking for any mental stimulation that wasn’t his actual work. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his boss walkingdown his isle. He couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing an extremely short pencil skirt which showed off her slender, stocking-clad legs. His gaze was also drawn to her chest, her large breasts straining against her fine dress shirt. Her chestnut hair was drawn up into a neat bun and her gorgeous face was framed by a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. Her outfit was completed by a pair of black dress shoes.
 
 
 
 
 Logan momentarily panicked when he saw she was headed in his direction. He quickly swapped back to his work, hoping she hadn’t seen his screen. A chill ran down his spine as he felt her presence stopping directly behind him. He continued to stare at his screen hoping that she would go away. Instead, she spoke.
 
 
“Mr. Thomas, could you please join me in my office?”
 
 
The whole office went quiet, everyone’s attention drawn to her words. The silence only lasted for a moment, with everyone returning to their work as Logan spun around in his chair.
 
 
“O-of course.” He stammered.
 
 
As his boss strode off, Logan followed nervously behind her. A couple of his coworkers giveing him sympathetic glances as he passed by. Although the walk felt like it took forever, it was only a couple of minutes before they arrived at the boss’s office. Her name, “Ava Hurst”, was embedded into the door in finely polished brass.
 
 
“Enter,” She said, opening the door and waving him in.
 
 
Not wanting to keep her waiting, Logan quickly shuffled through the door, Ava following shortly behind him. She shut the door, then sat down at her desk.
 
 
“Have a seat,” she said, motioning at the chair across from her. Logan obediently sat down.
 
 
“Now,” she started, “are you aware of why I brought you here?”
 
 
“I-I’m not exactly sure,” Logan replied nervously.
 
 
“Allow me to make it clear then, It has come to my attention that you are the reason that we lost the Kaufman file. That was a 6 figure agreement, lost solely due to your mismanagement.”
 
 
“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop them from leaving, please, I need this job. I-”
 
 
“Stop groveling,” Ava interrupted coldly. “Normally, someone of your incompetence would be fired on the spot. However, a position has recently opened up which I think you could fill perfectly.”
 
 
“Oh my goodness, really? I really appreciate it, I-I mean, it’s really-”
 
 
“Shut up!” Ava interrupted again. “I don’t need to hear this, let’s get started.”
 
 
Ava stood up and walked around her desk unbuttoning her shirt along the way.
 
 
“W-what are you doing?” Logan asked as she slipped it off, laying it on her desk.”
 
 
“I’d prefer not to ruin my clothing,” she said, sliding her skirt off and placing it alongside her shirt.
 
 
“W-wait, that open position, you don’t mean… is that position your partner?”
 
 
“No,” Ava said, placing her hands on his shoulders, “it’s lunch.”
 
 
Logan sat frozen in shock as Ava’s mouth stretched to unimaginable levels, wide enough that it easily fit around his head, plunging him into moist darkness. Logan tried to struggle, but Ava held him firmly against the chair, swallowing down his neck and over his shoulders. She lifted him into the air as she gulped down his chest. Ava rested a hand against her rapidly expanding gut while the other kept his legs steadily sliding down her gullet. In only a moment more, Ava sent what used to be her subordinate completely into her stomach.
 
 
“Delicious,” Ava said, patting her belly, “at least you were good for something.”
 
 
Logan squirmed within her, creating ripples and bulges all over the surface of her belly. Ava slipped back into her clothes, occasionally letting a soft burp escape her lips. She left the shirt buttons below her breasts undone, not even attempting to cover her gut. Once her clothes were back on, she sat back down at her desk and began tenderly stroking her overstuffed gut.
 
 
“Try not to squirm in there too much, it won’t do you any good. You’re nothing more than my meal at this point. My stomach is going to melt you down into a fine nutrient soup which I will use to get better work done than you ever have in your entire pathetic life.”
 
 
Logan struggled twice as hard after that. She always loved that part.
 
 
Suddenly, the phone on her desk rang. Ava picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.
 
 
 “Ms. Hurst, your one o’clock is ready.”
 
 
“Of course, I’ll *murp* be there shortly,” Ava said, stifling a burp.
 
 
Ava placed the phone down and took out a pocket mirror, checking to make sure both her hair and makeup were perfect. Content with her appearance, she got up, supporting her belly with one hand and her back with another.
 
 
“Pay attention now, Mr. Thomas” Ava said, smacking her gut. “I’m going to show you how to properly conduct business, not that you’ll live long enough to make use of it.”
 
 
Ava chuckled as Logan’s struggles picked up once more. She waddled out of her office and passed the rows of cubicles where her underlings worked, some craning their heads to take a look at her while others purposely avoided her. “Perfect,” she thought, “Just the way I like it.”
 
 
As Ava was busy conducting her business, her belly happily gurgled away, breaking Logan down into more fine curves that threatened to tear through her clothes. Slowly but surely, her stomach would shrink, until when she returned to her office, it was back to its flat self. She sat down at her desk and turned on her computer.
 
 
“Now,” she muttered to herself, “What other underachivers do we have that would make a great asset?”