Before I really start on this story, I best describe myself. Now I`m not the typical type of guy you read about in these stories, I`m about 5`8, blonde hair blue eyes, and weight about 19 stone. Yes I am clinically obese, I used to be around 15 stone but due to an accident I could not walk or do any exercise for about 6 months, and sitting around the house most of the time, the pounds just kept piling on. Also while I was in hospital recovering from the operation on my leg, I had a catheter fitted to my penis for about a fortnight, and my penis actually shrivelled up, and when I left hospital my penis looked like a Brussels sprout.
Anyway....I had just returned to work after a two year gap, due to an accident that left me using a walking stick. I had fallen down some stairs and broke my leg, the break was not a clean one and took some time to heal, and it took a long time for me to get used to using crutches and finally a walking stick. I started working as a receptionist/ administrator for a local charitable company, it was a small company that took in unwanted furniture and passed it on to those on benefits, and low incomes. I had been working there for about a week, taking calls and filling in paperwork, and doing general dogs body jobs.
In the office section where I worked there were four women, there were also about seven men that worked in the warehouse, although both the women and the men changed as we were all on a shift rota system. I got on well with them all, until one day I made a comment about the manager there, who was a typical manager sort of bloke, do one job at a time, and take ages to get back to you with an answer to a question. Well this day I asked a question that only required a yes or no answer, and he fobbed me off and told me to wait. So I had a go at him, and the repercussion was that he ended up having a go at the other staff, because he did not have the guts to argue back at me, after all, what was I going to do? kill him?
Well the next week I arrived at work, to see the women in the office with glum expressions on their faces.
The manager had gone for it big time and even threatened some of the staff with the sack if they did not work better or quicker. I told the women that I would sort it out and have another word with the manager, but they said they would rather just stick it out and hope that the manager would calm down in time. I was not happy about it, but they forced my hand.
A few days went by and I kept getting dirty looks from the women and a few of the male warehouse staff, that had also taken some of the managers wrath. Again I offered to sort it out, and again I was told to hold my noise.
By Wednesday I had had enough and went to have a word with the manager, but the women in the office must have talked about it and knew that I could not hold my opinions for long. So as I stood up and balanced myself, (since the broken leg, I was left with trouble balancing) and made my way to the managers office, one of the women, Janice: a woman in her early forties, good figure, and blonde hair, pushed a mat that was on the floor, with her feet so there was a bump in the floor. I obviously did not see it and tripped over, I stumbled over and tried to grab hold of a chair, but just managed to topple the chair over with me. I laid there for a few seconds getting my bearings, and as I looked up I saw the four women glaring down at me. Janice started first, telling me that I was under no circumstances to go and have a word with the manager about previous events,
"But" she said, in a very firm voice, "we know you cannot be trusted to keep to your word".
"No" agreed Kelly, the second of the women also in her early forties; Kelly was a tall woman with long dark hair, and buxom breasts, definitely d-cups, she was also quite plump, around 13 stone, which gave her an added attraction to me.
"Jeans" said Janice, "take them off".
At first I thought she was joking, but the glare in her eyes told me that she was not, I undone my belt and unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly, and started to slide down my jeans. Then Janice took hold of my feet and removed my shoes and socks, then pulled at the ends of my jeans, removing them from me. She then threw my now removed clothes over to her desk so I could not reach them, and the other girls started laughing at me, calling me a fat bastard and grass, etc.
Then Janice told me to stand up, so I reached out to grab my walking stick, but she kicked it away from me. I asked, no begged for her to return it, and even the other girls gave Janice a stern look, but none dared to question her, she was obviously the matriarch out of the women. So I struggled up holding onto the desk to hoist myself up, and once I was standing, she made me stand there facing the women and then told me to remove my underpants.
Now I thought she was joking, and just laughed, but I received a sterner look from Janice, and I could tell the other women were also waiting to see where this would end. I reluctantly started to slide down my underpants, hoping that at any moment one of the women would put an end to this torment, but no, my pants finally dropped around my ankles.