Jim loved Pam, nobody could deny that, least of all him. And he certainly wouldn't complain about her body - her cute face and sizable breasts were often attractive enough to garner attention from their other coworkers (much to their chagrin.) But there was only one thing that could pull Jim's thoughts away from his girl... And that was Karen.
Yes, been there, done that. Literally. He'd not only spent a good amount of time dating Karen, he'd gotten to see her fully naked and do things to her he'd only ever done with Pam. But that was in the past now, right? The inseparable Jim and Pam team were back together at last... so what about her could possibly still be pulling at Jim's mind?
He finally realized the answer himself as he walked into the lunch room. There, as always, was Karen reading a book and nibbling at a glazed donut... and there, sticking out like a sore thumb, was her belly. Just under the lip of the table, a luscious golden-brown roll was sticking out between her starched white dress shirt and her tight gray slacks. She seemed entirely unaware of this wardrobe malfunction, but to Jim it was a revelation. THAT'S why he'd suddenly caught himself stealing glances at her from across the office. He headed over to talk to her.
"Hey, long time no talk! How have you been?" asked Jim as he sat down across from her. He prayed for a kind answer—he was pretty sure they were back on good terms, but he could never be too careful.
"Hey stranger!" replied Karen, looking up from her book with a smile. Phew! "Really well, actually! I got a pretty huge raise last month, I don't think I told you."
"No way!" said Jim, relieved to still be friends with his lovely (and... growing? or was that just his imagination?) ex-girlfriend. "You deserve it, I really think you do."
"Aw, thanks," said Karen, taking another bite of her donut and beginning to laugh through her full mouth. "Honestly I've kind of splurged on everything since then," she admitted, "including food. Look, I brought a whole box of these in this morning... and yesterday morning too." A blush crept across her beautiful face as she swallowed her mouthful.
That would explain a few things, thought Jim. In fact, he'd be willing to wager she'd spent all her new money on food lately, if he'd seen correctly... He had to sneak another glance. Jim, too, began blushing as he quickly thought of a way to see if his sexy ex was really beginning to fill out. He began to take out a packaged salad and plastic utensils, but suddenly dropped his fork to the ground with a clatter.
"Oh man, I'm a mess," joked Jim unconvincingly as he bent down to retrieve it. Just then he paused, his face under the table, and looked in Karen's direction. Holy mother of god—he practically felt his boner jump in his pants. Karen's typical clean, white button-up blouse was pulled tight over a very noticably pudgier belly than he remembered from back when they were dating. It was a beautifully soft mound of perfectly tanned pudge, squishing her navel slightly closed, spilling out over her very prim and proper work skirt. He'd studied every inch of her naked body a few years ago, and it certainly hadn't been in this shape. Those donuts were really starting to—
"You get lost down there Jim?" came Karen's voice from above the table.
"Oh—yeah—it was—under the table leg," sputtered Jim as he shot back upright.
"Haha... You've always been a weird one, Jim," laughed Karen, finishing the last of her donut. "Well, sorry to cut this short, but I am loaded with work," she apologized, and got up from her seat. For a split second, that wonderful roll of pudge was visible, protruding proudly from between her garments, but with one habitual tug it was hidden beneath her tight white blouse... Although that blouse, noted Jim, was way tighter than it should have been, the fabric straining around the buttons, with just the slightest hint of golden brown flesh visible through the gaps.
"Hey—" called Jim, still in a daze, as she headed for the door—"Wanna grab a drink after work? Not like a date or anything—I mean, Pam can come too obviously—"
Karen raised one of her perfect eyebrows at Jim, her eyes sparkling, chuckled, and said "Of course Jim. God, you're so weird sometimes," she teased him with a wink, and left the room.
Jim was left sitting there with his lunch in stupid silence, trying not to watch her ass as she strolled confidently back to her desk. Was it just him, or did that look a bit fuller too? He'd always considered Karen's ass pretty average, but something about it now was magnetic. He closed his eyes, shook his head, and went back to eating his salad.
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