"The Bakery" is my first attempt at writing weight gain fiction. Please
offer CONSTRUCTIVE criticism so that I can write better ones to send in.
My name is "budgie."
Anna Todd loved to bake. She helped her mother make cakes and
cookies as a three year old child, and by the time she was twenty-three,
she owned her own bakery. The problem with all of this was that Anna
had trouble keeping her weight in control. She steadfastly worked out
and tried to eat fruit and salads on her off-time, but tasting her own
creations kept her twenty pounds overweight. This destroyed any
confidence she might have had in herself. She was right: men weren't
interested in her. But, her loneliness wasn't due to her weight. It
was due to the fact that she walked with her shoulders slumped, eyes
downcast, and wore baggy blah clothes to hide her soft curves. If only
she'd known this!
Cindy Louis was Anna's salesgirl. They were roughly the same
age, but their outlooks on life were totally different. Cindy was a
very bubbly and positive person. She enjoyed wearing bright clothing to
show off her slender body and all of the jocks from the local
college watched her appreciatively. This made Anna very jealous. She
hated to watch as thin girls like Cindy got all of the guys. Anna
thought about firing Cindy, but she didn't want to lose such a hard
worker. Time will bring along something better, Anna decided.
One day a spectacular mountain bike racer came into the bakery
for a bagel and some orange juice. He and Cindy talked for awhile and
seemed to really hit it off. They gazed longingly into one another's
eyes and grasped each other's hands across the counter. As the rider
got ready to leave, Anna heard him tell Cindy that he'd be back to see
her in about a year. He had some career and training obligations to
fulfill first, but he'd come back and see her. Cindy fell in love and
began to act more confident than ever. It was the last straw for Anna.
It was Anna's policy to let Cindy eat whatever she wanted to
when she was at work. Cindy often brought goodies home to soothe her
parents who were hinting strongly that she ought to move out and start
her own life. Anna thought of changing this policy to be mean, but she
thought of an even better way to bring Cindy down. She knew that Cindy
would never quit because she was hoping that the bike racer really would
come back to see her. So, Anna told Cindy that a condition of her
employment would be to eat constantly during her weekly 40+ hours. "But
why?" Cindy asked.
"Because it will be good advertising. If people know you eat
these pastries yourself, they will be more willing to trust your opinion
and buy them." was Anna's answer.
Cindy agreed to this because she had faith that one day the man
of her dreams would come back and take her away. She nibbled cookies,
brownies, petit fours, fruit squares, cupcakes, eclairs, and donuts.
After a month of constant snacking, Cindy had clearly gained twenty
pounds. Anna considered letting her stop gorging, but it appeared that
Cindy had begun to enjoy feeling full all of the time. She wore lower
cut shirts to show off her bulging breasts and her short shorts showed
off her soft jiggling thighs. She seemed prouder than ever, which
really annoyed Anna. So, Anna hired an assistant baker to help her
produce even more things for Cindy to eat while she waited for and on
customers.
Three months later, it was October. Cindy had just finished
eating an entire birthday cake when a customer walked in. Cindy bent
over to get a box for his muffins and there was a loud ripping sound.
She had outgrown her sixth pair of pants and was standing there with
here cellulite covered rear exposed. The customer, a young man, became
excited and asked Cindy out. She said "No." and thanked him. He shook
her hand and her fat upper arms wobbled and shook like jello. She must
have weighed 350 pounds--and she was still getting all the attention!
She groomed herself well, held her head high, and drove Anna Todd to
distraction.
About this time, Anna noticed the mountain bike racer's picture
in the paper. He was evidently very famous and very rich. She was all
the more determined that Cindy not win him. She told her salesgirl that
she felt bad she was being pressured at home and offered to let her live
in the apartment above the bakery. This worked out well for everyone
since Cindy got out on her own and began sneaking downstairs at night to
continue gorging herself. Anna supplied her with huge dinners of
lasagna, meat pie, and fettucini alfredo, and by December Cindy became
so fat that Anna had to help her find a seamstress to custom make her
clothes. Her legs were six times the size they were when she met her
bike racer, and she could barely waddle. Anna guessed she must weigh
600 lbs.
Anna hired two new girls to work in the bakery. One of them
filled Cindy's position and the other was hired to keep bringing Cindy
food and cream with weight gain powder to wash it down with. Cindy was
situated in a specially made king size bed and told to just relax and
eat. She was being paid a tremendous amount to be the bakery's official
taster. By this time, she was used to eating constantly eating, and
didn't seem to mind devouring four birthday cakes, three gallons of ice
cream, three pecan pies, three meat pies, one gallon of mashed potatoes
with one pound of butter, endless cookies and fudge, all washed down
with the fattening cream drink. One March morning, Cindy got out of the
bed to go to the bathroom, and found she couldn't even stand up. She
crawled downstairs and got on the freight scale. She saw that she
weighed 900lbs. Anna waited for a look of dismay and shame to cross the
girl's features. It didn't come.
The gorging continued and continued. Anna hired more people to
keep Cindy fed and groomed. Cindy became so fat that she couldn't move.
Her breasts were the size of punching bags, her features were almost
hidden by cantaloupe sized bubbles of fat, and her arms looked like
flippers propped up on her Volkswagen size stomach-hips-butt. Cindy's
body covered the king size bed and flab was beginning to hang over it.
Finally, the big day arrived. The mountain biker came to the
counter to ask for Cindy. Anna took great pleasure in bringing him into
the room where the huge saggy ball of fat was being fed ten buckets of
KFC. He looked startled at first, and then turned red as a bulge formed
in the crotch of his tights. He asked her to marry him and they both
looked immensely happy (and in one case, happily immense). Anna Todd
began to stuff her own face when a flat bed truck came to take Cindy to
her husband's mansion. She just never got a clue that weight has
nothing to do with love and popularity, and died a fat and bitter old
maid.
by budgie