Weight Gain Mission- Hannah

Weight Gain Mission- Hannah

The Undercover Gain Agency operates in secrecy, but still manages to get quite a few more calls than one might think. With branches all over the nation, one would likely be surprised to learn just how many crooks, perverts, pranksters and revenge-seekers call the hotline of this veritable urban legend on a daily basis. Not all commissions are accepted, but this one gladly was. The target was a woman named Hannah.

Hannah was already a bit thick, but she wasn't fat. At age twenty three, she was plump in detail alone; the young lady sported a soft dollop of tummy and a pair of wobbly thighs, along with a flabby butt and breasts on the large side. However, she wasn't exceptionally large looking. She had all of the components of a chubby girl, and they somehow added up to a body that was very flabby and not quite so fat. Hannah's weight bobbed just below the two hundred pound mark, and yet this jiggly little lady had the muffin top, the little gut, the love handles, the cellulite and the saddlebags of a woman much more massive than herself.
Despite her flabby details and overall chub, Hannah had an adorable face that won over the disposition of anyone her figure might've turned away. Don't get me wrong; she still repelled the majority of guys with her unfortunately placed flab. However, with such a charming face, everyone seemed to like speaking to her. She made a brilliant friend.
Hannah worked in a large, popular supermarket in her hometown. She did different odd jobs around the place, and was friends with many of the regular customers. It payed the bills, for now, and since food was cheap with her discount, it was a good job to have while searching for a more comfortable career.
Hannah's unusually unflattering figure was often a deterrent of male attention. However, one of her coworkers was extremely attracted to her subtly blubbery body, and the way that its flab pushed out wards into her uniform. He had to have her. And so, they began a relationship quickly and happily.
This man's ex, however, was not so pleased in regards to this.
She was a very big girl herself; much bigger than Hannah; and had called the UGA out of jealousy towards this new, thinner girlfriend. And, as is to be expected, the UGA accepted her request.
Accompanying the acceptance of this mission was a mysterious gift from Hannah's boss. The man was easy to bribe, and the UGA was able to negotiate two things with him almost effortlessly. The first was a promotion to the position of manager, with higher pay and more hours. The second was a full elimination of cost for anything Hannah bought at the store. Her precious employee discount had now evolved into free choice of anything in the store at no cost to herself. Her boss claimed that it went with the position.
Hannah, shocked and ecstatic at this news, took advantage of her new bounty of free enrichment at once. Her managerial position didn't require much of her, as the assistant manager took care of most of the real business with supervision and such. Hannah, meanwhile, sat in her new office (which the UGA had quietly furnished with a miniature refrigerator,) and dealt with business. Her paycheck had swollen greatly. She developed a strong habit of snacking on the job, eating and eating, feasting on a ceaseless supply of free groceries. It was difficult not to snack, given the circumstances.
Believe me, this girl was hit HARD by the UGA. Customers who came in weekly would notice growth in the young woman literally every time they came in, and other employees would make bets on how long it'd take her to get a new uniform each time she had to abandon another one. And over time, of course, this weight gain would become so much more than simply some noticeable extra fluff... It added up quickly and dramatically.
In fact, by the end of even just her ninth month as the happy manager of that supermarket, Hannah's office chair was overflowing with a big, flabby ass, day in and day out. Those fat attributes that had made Hannah's unique, 'plump-but-thin' figure began to grow at an alarming rate. She went up in uniform size at the end of the second month, when she was finally no longer able to pull her work shirt down over her bellybutton, and once again at the fifth, when her skin was showing in between the buttons of her shirt. She still did have that unique prominence of detail, but she was no longer a candidate for the label of thin; not by a long shot. Her hips grew wider, but were still dwarfed by her wobbling saddlebags and cascading muffin top. Both of which were rather concerning. Her belly grew outwards and began to sag down, and a little cleft formed at the bottom, giving her belly the shape of an upside-down heart. The thing had an upper roll as well, which her uniform'a top often rode up beneath. Her ass was big and fluid, wobbling drastically with each heavy step, and her saddlebag thighs were similarly composed—they too wobbled like bags of jelly as Hannah shifted their mass. She was downright fat now, and had grown into a more suitable girth for her weight. She was known for her arms as well, which were staggeringly fat. Her biceps were like small pillows, and they seemed disproportionate to her body. Everything was being effected now. Hell, even her beautiful face was now being included in the gain; her neck had rolled out its second attempt at a chin, and her cheeks had quickly adjusted to make her face more appropriately round. Yet, even now in the early 300's, she was still too thin for much of the weight that she carried, and still looked odd, as if much of her weight was packed in tightly to her extremities, rather than her girth.
Hannah's dramatic weight gain can most assuredly be partially attributed to her partner as well. Her boyfriend's fetish had fueled him to encourage her consumption, and to help discourage her from pursuing any kind of physical exercise. At home, he loaded her with snacks from their well-stocked fridge, and pampered her by taking care of housework, cooking and chores. She was becoming more sedentary each and every day.

Hannah packed on fifty more pounds in four more months.

In the following two, the holiday season came along, and Hannah packed on an entire thirty five by the new year; her best record up to that point.

If we skip ahead to the August of her second year, we see Hannah at a whopping 472.7 lbs, which is an exact number, and one that the UGA was able to obtain from her partner through an undercover conversation. Hannah, now very, very fat, got almost all of her daily exercise by shuffling quickly from seat to seat throughout the day. She only stood if she really needed to. At this point, she looked rather silly in her office, breathing heavily, squeezed by a computer chair that had literally bent beneath her cheeks over time. However, her weight gain was slowing down quickly, and people were noticing. Coworkers who'd loved laughing their asses off as she waddled down the aisles, fatter every day, were disappointed by this. They took action independently of the UGA, which was a very interesting turn for the case.
Her miniature fridge was soon replaced with a full-sized refrigerator, a present from her employees, intended to see if it got her even more ridiculously huge, while simultaneously brown-nosing it to their boss. They'd even made bets on how much faster she'd grow now. Could Hannah get any fatter, or was she at her bursting limit? They tried to push it by insisting she stay in her office, bringing her goodies constantly without even offering, telling her she looked like she'd lost weight and making sure that fridge was always packed full.
Their efforts worked like a charm.
When the UGA last checked in, it was April of Hannah's third year as manager. If anyone went into her office, they'd surely have to stifle a chuckle at how absolutely ridiculous she'd looked. Somewhere, there was a chair beneath her, but it was totally invisible, buried beneath a massive pile of flab that was wrapped tightly in an ill-fitting work uniform. This pile of flab was named Hannah. She breathed audibly through her mouth, and her big boobs rose and fell with each breath. Hannah's arms were huge; so huge, in fact, that they had little rolls of their own; one each near her armpit and another over each elbow. Her legs were so monstrous that she waddled like a duck when she walked—something she hated doing, in fact, and even needed assistance with—her ass was enormous, her giant belly rolled out over most of her thighs and her back was completely taken up by three separate folds of adipose tissue. Her gut was separated into three rolls as well, most of the time. But, occasionally, a fourth would even emerge. Her hands were always busy, with her right usually at a mouse or a keyboard and her left usually cradling food, but they were padded with chub on all sides. Her fingers were very stubby, her palms sported little rolls of their own and the backs of her hands were cushioned with chub. Even her feet had become too wide for some normal shoes. Her finger and toe nails looked tiny because of how thick her extremities had become. Her weight? The UGA's experts estimated a measurement somewhere between 550 and 600 lbs, but due to the unconventional placement of her fat, there is no way to properly estimate what her exact mass would be with any grain of certainty.
Although there has not since been an update on the case of this morbidly obese young woman, the UGA does know for certain that she is still gaining weight, and will be checking in on her again at some point. Inside sources suggest that she may even be approaching immobility within the next few months, but it can not be said whether these accounts are legitimate or not. The only thing of which we are certain is that Hannah is not yet at her peak fatness. That is yet to come.