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Midnight Bakery - Part 7
🕑 Added 2022-09-19 16:00:09 +0000 UTCOver the course of two months there was one day that Crystal built up enough courage to go to the gym. Before she even started working out she was in the locker room where she spotted a scale. Her scale at home was useless at her new size, but the one at the gym surely could handle her weight. She stepped on to learn just how big she was. The dial jumped up to 400, looking like that was the limit for the scale. Crystal was flabbergasted, and prayed the real number wasn’t much higher than 400. She knew she was extremely big, but to have a nearby number to apply made it so much more real. Completely embarrassed, she left immediately. She knew back in the day if she saw someone who was 400lbs at the gym how much she’d be judging them, and she couldn’t stand the thought of anyone looking at her 400+lb obese body.
After that Crystal didn’t make any more attempts to leave her apartment. For the next month she got everything she needed delivered, racking up a large bill on her credit card, especially with the local takeout places. Crystal was in a vicious cycle of self pity, hunger, and sadness. She wasn’t losing any weight, if anything she was still gaining some. Then one morning her biggest fear became a reality.
Some of Crystal's credit cards had been hitting their max recently, and she was down to her last couple of reliable ones. She had ordered out an epic binge last night when after getting stuck in her bedroom door frame, she ripped a pair of her most favorite and largest panties. Food always made any bad feelings go away, at least for the moment.
Today she wore the next best pair, but they were starting to get stretched to the max. Crystal pulled out her phone to order breakfast like she did everyday. She put in an order that would easily feed four and started to checkout. The card she had on file with them got declined, so she moved on to the next. Declined as well. She knew she had one more that should have some room left on it. Declined. The panic started to set in. She started entering cards she knew long had full balances, she was desperate and nothing was working. As she started to get flustered she heard a knock at the door.
“Shit.” she muttered to herself. Her rent check was more than late, but her savings account was in the negative. She had been living solely off her credit cards for a month now, ordering takeout food, new and larger clothes, and groceries multiple times per week, all delivered right to her door. “One minute.” It would take her more than a minute to find and squeeze into a pair of pants, so she decided to check who it was first. She took the full minute to heave herself off the couch from deep within the dent her large ass had made. Her thighs and hips jiggled and she finally stood up right.
Waddling over to the peephole, she looked out unsure who she’d see. “Rebecca?” She softly questioned.
“Hi Crystal!” Rebecca said in her cheery tone. Crystal was baffled why her old boss, who had fattened her to over 400lbs, and she hadn’t seen in over two month, was standing at her door. How did she even know where she lived?
“Go away Rebecca. I don’t even know how you found me.” Crystal walked back and plopped on the couch, hoping Rebecca would leave. As with most things, her wish didn’t come true.
“The same reason none of your credit cards are working, you’re out of money. Guess who the debt collectors call, your last place of employment. I didn’t have your address, but they surely did. Now let me in, I want to help.”
‘Help?’ Crystal thought. ‘You’re the reason I’m in this mess!’ It was then her belly rumbled, and Crystal figured she should hear her out. Maybe Rebecca was here to make amends, and Crystal could use a little help right now. So she heaved herself back off the couch and approached the door. Undoing the latch, Rebecca burst through the door before Crystal could have second thoughts.
Crystal's apartment was filled with takeout containers. The place wasn’t dirty as she disposed of her trash often enough, and she always cleaned up, but with pizza boxes stacked up as high as half a person, and then all the other disposable rectangles and foil wrappers, you could tell Crystal had been eating her fair share. “Well I can see how you were able to rack up such a high bill.” Rebecca commented as she looked around and paced the living room, the large Crystal staying by the door. “Looks like you’ve only packed on the pounds since I last saw you.”
“No thanks to you!” Crystal finally spat back. “What’s wrong with you! Why did you make me this fat? And why are you here now?”
“Oh to bring you back of course.” Rebecca replied with a smile.
“Why would I ever come back? I’m already fat enough. I’ll never get my figure back with you around.”
“Yes and you’re doing such a bang up job now on your own aren’t you.” Rebecca had circled the room and was now at Crystal's side. She gave her thick ass a slap to drive her point home. “You’re going to come back because you’ve got nowhere else to go. You’re broke, I’m guessing soon to be homeless, and I’m gonna say oh so hungry. I’m your only option.” She said with a smile. “Just say yes and I’ll make all these troubles of yours go away. I’ve even got some lovely dough to fill that hungry little belly of yours.”
Of course Crystal was disgusted by the thought of putting her fate back in the hand of Rebecca, after all she had gone from thin and pretty to wide and fat in a matter of days with her. But the other part of her knew she was really running out of options. Still she held her ground. “Rebecca, there is no way I’ll ever let you feed me that dough again.” She scoffed.
“I’m not sure you have a choice my dear. Don’t think you can bring your fat ass crying to me once they kick you out on the street and your stomach is crying out for just a crumb at the bottom of my display case. This is a one time offer.” Rebecca put the screws to her.
“You made me fat.” Crystal turned away from her. “Whatever you did, I’m hungry all the time now.” She started to drool thinking about food. “I’m too fat for all my clothes.” She could feel her urges building inside of her, the hunger that had not left in months. “I can’t go back, I can’t eat all those tasty baked goods all day, I can’t subject myself to that warm filling dough. I’ll get so big, so fat.” The last of Crystal's willpower sapped away, as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t say no. She was too hungry, too greedy. Rebecca was offering just what her belly wanted to hear, and more and more Crystal was thinking with her belly.
Crystal finally snapped. “Yes, fine, yes I’ll come back! Please just get me something to eat!”
“Gladly my dear.” Rebecca grinned, pulling a bowl of dough out of thin air.
