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Midnight Bakery - Part 6
🕑 Added 2022-09-14 16:00:08 +0000 UTCCrystal’s gut felt heavy. Rebecca had been relentlessly feeding her the special dough she had mixed up. With each glob she digested, she could feel the extra pounds and inches her body was gaining. This time she didn’t have the pleasure of being unconscious while it happened, she had to suffer this one in real time, forced to eat ball after ball of dough, as she watched her lower half expand even further.
Crystal was horrified at what was happening to her, Rebecca was only making her larger, and she had no way to escape. She tried to plead with her, bargain with her, but it seemed Rebecca only had one interest, and that was making Crystal even fatter. Crystal begged to know why, why on earth would she treat her like this? Why did she want her so fat? Rebecca only grinned and continued to feed her the dough.
Her legs and hips grew, the sturdy chair now engulfed in layers of her blubber. That chair had been suitable for her large frame at first, but now as the pounds kept coming she was quickly outgrowing it. Crystal could feel as her hips and rear hung over the edges, and started to squeeze through the bar of the backrest. Her fattened lower half even seemed to start to battle itself for room, as her thighs bulged and grew even thicker with fat.
Rebecca was relentless, and brought over another bowl. Crystal could feel her chair was starting to buckle under the immense weight. Despite her displeasure from all of this extra weight, she soon sparked an idea that encouraged her to get even larger if she ever wanted her freedom back. The next batch on offer she merily chomped down the dough as fast as she could, it landing in her stomach with a thud, and its mystical properties slowly spreading out to her enlarging bottom half instantly. Rebecca was happy to see her victim finally embracing the dough and didn’t think anything of it. The extra weight though was just what Crystal needed to crush the chair below her as Rebecca’s back was turned refilling her bowl. The chair's legs crumbled, heaving Crystal forward, knocking into Rebecca. The force crumpled her hand restraints, freeing her. While Crystal's heavy forward momentum pushed Rebecca into a nearby shelving unit, knocking her unconscious. Not wasting time making sure the job was done, Crystal waddled as fast as she could towards the back door.
The doorframe was small though, and at her new size posed quite the problem. With some quick thinking, she turned sideways, her massive ass having to be the only thing to really pass through the door. It was still a bit tight, but she was able to pop through somewhat easily. She had grown much too big for her car, there was no way she’d even get the door closed. Fearful that Rebecca could be not far behind her had her knockdown not been enough, Crystal waddled off into the night as fast as she could and didn’t look back. Each step rippled and jiggled her newly added pounds. Her lower half resembled a pond during a light rain. Her leggings had burst off from all the additional pounds, the only thing covering her were her paperthin panties, stretched to the absolute max.
Crystal lugged her massive legs a few blocks away before hailing an Uber XL, the only thing that could get her home comfortably. If she had tried to walk all the way home if exhaustion hadn’t killed her, the chub rub surely would have. Safely at home, she locked the door behind herself, finally letting her breath a sigh of relief now that she was safe. That was until she looked down and saw how absolutely flabby her lower half now was. She flopped on to her couch, hearing the thing creak from all the weight forced on to it. Crystal sat there dumbfounded in silence. The silence didn’t last long though, as her stomach started to rumble.
“Oh no way, no how!” Crystal said out loud to no one, but directed at her rumbling belly. Not that she had anything to eat in her house anyways, she had cleared it all out over the past couple days. Crystal’s tortuous evening had stretched pretty early into the morning, and now that the sun was coming up Crystal couldn’t think of anything but breakfast. Pancakes, fluffy eggs, sausage, everything covered in sugary maple syrup. Crystal needed to come to terms with the fact that she was now fat. She knew that every calorie in was going to be one more that she needed to lose, but she also needed to eat to survive. With this mental tug of war in her head, she soon relented and took out her phone and ordered some delivery.
Her stomach thanked her for the tasty food, but with a large double sized breakfast reduced to smears of sauce and syrup, she wasn’t sure what to do next. She had abandoned her car at the bakery, not that she’d fit in it anyways with the size of her hips. She was once again unemployed, and her savings account was getting pretty close to depleted, she really only had one months rent left in there. She sat there, her hips and thighs spreading towards the armrests of her couch. “I guess I’ll order some lunch.”
Crystal kept telling herself the plan was to start working out and find a new job, one within walking distance and definitely not a bakery. This was the perfect combo, she could walk off her flab, and in the process search for a job. Things did not go according to plan though. Everyday Crystal found a new excuse to push off her exercising, and therefore her job hunt. “It’s just too hot today for someone this fat” or “I have nothing to wear that could possibly cover this ass” were common excuses. Instead of leave the house, she’d sit on the couch, order groceries online, and eat a gallon of ice cream to cool off.
As days passed Crystal got more accustomed to her new size. She still hated it, and in her mind thought she would one day, through hard work, return to her formally svelte self. But she started getting better at carrying such a wide load behind her, and more comfortable with the waddle and way her legs rubbed as she walked. She figured out how to effectively squeeze through the doors of her apartment, and started to make a routine indent in the cushions of her couch. Most days she lounged around in the 5XL panties she bought, not bothering to cover up all the blubber that blessed her bottom half.
