[Slob TF]

"Good work, Chihaya. You've been hitting this month's quota all by yourself. You've left everyone in the dust, and you can't believe how much gossip I hear around the office wondering how you've been able to do it."

"It's simple, ma'am. I just do what's expected of me. Nothing more, nothing less."

The clock was ticking down in the usual environment. A blue-haired woman dressed from head to toe in the most prim and proper attire that one might expect from a woman in this kind of competitive environment stood inside her immediate superior's office, quietly pushing her glasses up ever slightly as she watched the boss lean from side to side.

Her name was Chihaya Aya. And ever since she had entered the job market, she had performed at her most optimal. No matter what task she had been given, no matter what landed on her desk, it would be done within a week tops. It was actually a little ridiculous considering the size of the tasks she had been given, but it had earned her a reputation. Mostly a negative one, since there was way too much envy flying around the office.

"Really, Chihaya? Seriously, that's what you're going to say? You're just going to play this off like its completely normal? If I wasn't your boss, I would've probably called you out." The boss sighed as she slowly leaned across the desk and laid her elbows on the table. "You might want to reconsider what you're doing. Let others catch up with you. Let them get ahead a bit, if possible. That'll make your reputation around the office slowly die down. That way, nobody will try to sabotage you intentionally."

Aya shook her head as she listened to the lesson that her boss was trying to teach her. "I apologize. I cannot do that. That would go against my principles. As soon as I receive my task, I will devote all the time that I have to solving it. Only if I end up stuck for more than a day will I give it to a more appropriate coworker, though not without more than enough information to ease their workload in the process." She explained, pushing up her glasses to make them hide her eyes ever slightly. "It's what makes a good office lady. And a good worker for that matter. Wouldn't you agree? I'm sure that you're relieved over the lack of tasks weighing down your department."

The boss rubbed her temples a bit. She wasn't wrong. She just hoped that she wouldn't have played those cards. It made it really hard to argue against her. "Listen, Chihaya. You really need to-"

"Excuse me." Aya said, cutting the boss off before she started another lecture. "It's time to clock out. I'll see you tomorrow." This was one of her other quirks. Without fail, she would leave at 4PM. On the dot. So much so that right after she had politely bowed to show respect towards her superior, she disappeared. Leaving little behind but a cloud of clear dust, showing just how important her schedule was to her.

Her boss sighed and laughed a little. Ah, she was going to continue being a headache for her. But that was alright. She just had to deal with it. Besides, Ayaya was going to be streaming soon, and she didn't want to miss that. Not for anything in the world.

That silly slob was so fun to watch, and now that her department had room to breathe thanks to Chihaya working herself to the bone,  the boss and the other workers could indulge with their favorite streamer...

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Aya felt the sweat of her exhaustion rush down her face as she sat within the train heading straight home. She had just managed to catch the right bus. Maybe she had bowed for a little too long, which resulted in this precious loss of seconds that made her almost late.

Honestly, she had cut it extremely close today. Her boss just had to call her in for a meeting right before she had to clock out. She  didn't like cutting her off like this, but it was necessary. Otherwise she'd be late for something that was much more important than work. Something so integral to her existence and her way of life that if she ever missed out on it, she'd probably curl up and die.

The second that the train reached its destination, Aya rushed out, turning a couple of heads as they were confused by the speed of the office lady sprinting past them. Not that any of them bothered to try and stop them and figure out what was up with her. They just carried on, a couple of them even turning on their favorite streaming services to catch the cuties that were going live in a couple of minutes...

Aya made it home, quietly closing the door behind her despite how she had very nearly tossed the door open. Because she made it home with a few minutes to spare. Just a couple minutes. Long enough to get nice and comfy before she's go on air. Good. She loved this part of her day.

First order of business after coming home was getting everything off. She didn't need to look presentable like she had a ton of that she needed to complete. Her heels went off, carefully lined up near the entrance to her apartment. She then sat down and carefully took off her pantyhose, panting as she saw the subtle trail of sweat being let loose as the fabric rolled down her legs. Good, that would make everything so much easier.

After her pantyhose came her skirt, which she gently unbuttoned and folded up before bringing attention to her now-exposed panties. Those delicate black panties that she never flashed. The sensuality of that garment was a necessary part of her attire, even if her coworkers could use it against her due to way it would enhance her natural sex appeal. Not that she cared. She needed to look prim and proper, and the proper attire for somebody like her needed to wear.

Now that she wasn't wearing anything down below, getting the rest off was easy. She unbuttoned her jacket and quietly folded that up just like the rest of her clothes, laying it in a separate pile. Off went her shirt as well, folded up and stacked onto the folded jacket. Her bra was easy to unhook as well, the diligent woman breathing a sigh of relief as she felt her breasts being freed at that very moment. After laying the bra down on the pile, her tie and her glasses were laid down with each resting on one of the bra's cups. Leaving the elegant office lady completely naked.

Aya smiled a little as she stood up, running a single finger through her blue hair as she let her delicate locks spread out from being braided into one long ponytail until her hair spread out and acted like a makeshift cape thanks to how much she had. So much beautiful hair, another part of her natural sex appeal that her coworkers were envious of. But unbraiding her ponytail marked the end of Chihaya Aya's return home.

A grin poured onto Aya's face as she walked into the inner parts of her apartment. It could best be described as a pigsty. She hadn't cleaned it in a week, but that was part of the aesthetic that she wanted to project. In fact, to make sure that she maintained that aesthetic. she'd have to buy new pizzas later tonight. Something that she'd have to note, if she could even try and focus on something like that once she got started.

She quickly glanced towards the dirty floor, and picked up her favorite t-shirt. XXXL sized, to the point where it reached all the way down to her knees when she put it on. Not only that, but the cutesy idol on the front only served to contrast how the shirt had gotten dirty thanks to grease and sauce dripping throughout the day. And yet it hadn't been washed.

Then again, neither had she. Or rather, neither had the persona she took on when she wore this shirt. She could feel her body growing almost immediately as she put that thing on, her arms growing to thrice their width as the flab quickly started to sag down. It wasn't just her arms either, she could feel the rest of her body pushing out against her shirt. Most importantly her stomach, which pushed out further and further.

Aya licked her lips as a bit of drool poured down her chin. Straight into her cleavage as the sound of her gut stretching out the fabric filled the room. The shirt that had been painfully oversized for somebody like her had now gotten way too small to her, because it couldn't stay stretched over her stomach. Instead the idol-enthusiast's shirt started to wrap around her fat cowtits, the dirty stains from her armpit sweat and the other dirty liquids near her nipples spreading just like every other day.

It felt so good to get in tune with her inner slob. So much so that she had already gotten drenched down below, the juices drooling down her much slimmer thighs as the fattened woman picked up a pair of oversized panties. Her favorite XXXXL idol panties. The stains of her sweat and her juices had started to wear away at the image of her favorite girl, but they were still perfectly usable. So naturally she slipped them on even if they didn't fit.

A powerful moan slipped past her fat lips as Aya's delicate derriere quickly pushed out, bouncing as each cheek grew heavier with the passing seconds. Pushing past the point where she'd shatter her office chair, until she could take up a couch by herself, and then a bit further beyond that. Right up until she could hear the fabric trying to tear itself apart. Mmmph, that's why these panties were the best. Even though she had gotten this huge, they were still trucking...

Of course it wasn't just her ass that had gotten that big. The rest of her lower body had met a similar fate. So much fat piled onto those legs that it was impossible for her to walk straight. She'd have to waddle, and that was if her body could even handle all this weight. Not that she'd care much because it wasn't like she was going to be bothered by her size for too long.

Aya smiled, her panties thoroughly stained in the front thanks to her fat lower lips drooling more and more while the joy of being this huge poured through her body, as she collapsed into her favorite gaming chair. That thing creaked as the wheels below cracked a little more compared to the night before, all while she looked towards the dirty computer screen in front of her.

Using one of her fat toes to turn the thing on, not only did the computer spring to life, but so did her webcam and her stream. And the dirty slob was revealed to the world. Right on time, as she flashed two peace signs to her audience, despite the fact that moving her arms like this was enough to tear a tiny hole in the front of her shirt.

"Peace peace, Ayaya's here!" The slobby streamer giggled as she reached for her controller, all while the sound of so many donations started to pour in echoed through her dirty and grimy room. A sound that only made her giggle more. "Thanks, everyone! You're all the best!"

This was the truth. Chihaya Aya worked so hard during the day so she could cut loose and be who she truly wanted to be at night. Ayaya, the slobby streamer who had taken the world by storm. And the fact that those very same coworkers that were so envious of her during the day happened to be some of her highest paying simps? Delicious irony that only served to make her work harder during the day so they'd humiliate themselves more by proxy during the night.

Ayaya licked her lips a bit as she pushed her flabby arms up against her breasts. Just to give the viewers a show. Before winking to them and starting up one of her favorite games, which she'd play throughout the night, fueled by the donations from all her simps.

This was the favorite part of her life. Indulging in her true desires, and everyone encouraging her. Certainly made all that hard boring work during the day worth it. She had to do a good job here too, though. Otherwise, her boss wouldn't try to dm her for a private session, just between the two of them.

Her and her favorite simp, ehehehe.