Phil was thin, or at least most of him was. His hips and butt curved out from him body, improbably large and soft, straining at the seat of his pants. They were the loosest pair of pants that he had, and he discovered that morning that he could barely fit into them. He wondered what would happen if they split while he was at work.
Just as the doors were nearly shut, a hand slipped between them, pausing the closing of the crack. Oh no, Phil thought, not Blake.īlake was the other assistant hired around the same time, a cocky know-it-all who seemed to think he was everyone’s friend. He loved commenting on other people’s appearances, and if anyone was going to notice that Phil’s ass was thicker than it had been on Friday, it would be Blake. But maybe it wasn’t so bad, Phil thought, maybe it wasn’t so noticeable. “Hey dude,” Blake grinned, pushing the doors apart. Behind him, Phil could see the receptionist craning his neck to get another glimpse.
“What do you … I didn’t … nothing happened,” Phil stammered as the doors closed and the elevator started to rise.
Blake was blonde, handsome, with a chiseled jaw. Muscular, he wore a tight dress shirt and necktie. He had jeans on, and he stood a good six inches taller than Phil.
