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A New Baker - Part 3
🕑 Added 2017-12-01 05:32:22 +0000 UTCEverything hurt and he wanted to die, but for Donnie, this was how he normally felt after a particularly grueling workout. He’d been pumping iron before opening time while James baked the morning batch. He’d grown to be quite the capable baker in the eight months he’d been there.
Of course, he’d also just grown. Substantially.
Donnie replaced the weights on the stand and wiped the sweat from his brow. Forehead properly dried, he peaked out of his office to check on James. The massive baker was just taking a batch of donuts out of the oven, his enormous rear pointed directly at Donnie as he bent over. Not only did it look like James needed new pants again, judging by how tightly they hugged his curves, but there was enough plumber’s crack showing to call it a trench. It was enough to get Donnie chubbed just looking.
Taking the tray out of the oven James placed it on the cooling rack, but not before plucking one off the tray and plopping it into his mouth. James had become a champion eater since being taken under Donnie’s wing. Nothing could stop his consumption; no amount Donnie stuffed down his gullet phased him, and no matter how fresh out of the oven the heat never bothered him. On almost every batch James baked there would always be one or two missing. It had cut into profits slightly, Donnie admitted to himself, but the cost was well worth it to work with such magnificence every day.
James had blown past an XXL uniform months ago and was giving his 3XL a run for its money. Sitting atop that massive ass was a spare tire better fit for a long-haul truck, and his back was adorned with deep crevices where the second shelf of fat he had for a chest met his burgeoning love handles. He managed to keep a roughly square shape to his torso, just exceptionally wide and flabby.
Donnie began to quietly approach the busy baker as he started on making dough for the croissants. Every move he made accentuated by his jiggling excess. His love handles and upper back quivered with each press of the rolling pin, while his ass and thighs quaked as he shifted his considerable weight.
James was so focused on his work he didn’t notice the now smaller owner slowly approach from behind until he felt strong, calloused hands encircle around his belly, having deftly slipped beneath his tight 3XL t-shirt. Between his own gut and James’ wobbling tank Donnie couldn’t possibly reach all the way around James, so he settled instead with tracing the sagging roll that made up James’ lower belly. It was his softest part, and considering how fluffy the rest of him was, it reminded Donnie of softened butter.
James didn’t stiffen at the surprise - he’d gotten used to Donnie sneaking up behind him to grope his belly. He’d gotten more than used to it, Donnie mused; he loved it. Almost every morning Donnie would embrace James from behind and kneed his soft body until they were both hard and breathing heavily. Then James would bend over the counter, causing his enormous bulk to spread out on the table, while Donnie pulled down his shorts to expose the biggest, palest ass he’d ever beheld. Then he’d enter that incredibly accommodating orifice and fuck as though he hadn’t just pumped iron for the past hour.
This morning was no different. The bakery was filled with the dull slap of Donnie’s pelvis meeting James’ well-padded buttocks. As he fucked James would reach out and stuff his face with ever more cooling baked goods, his eating as much a part of the sex as anything else. At some point, James would stop chewing and allow a moan to escape his full mouth, and Donnie would feel his ring constrict around his cock, indicating James had cum. This didn’t stop Donnie, who simply kept thrusting. After a few moments, James would reach out and grab something else to eat.
By the time Donnie came they were both covered in sweat. A small puddle of jizz had formed at James’ feet from all the times he’d cum, and a pang of jealousy struck Donnie at the site. The boy was a complete hedonist, and he lamented he’d never know that kind of pleasure. But then, what he got out of the deal wasn’t half bad.
Donnie rubbed his massive employees back as James slowly came to from his multiple orgasms. As he did, Donnie leaned over and whispered a question in his ear.
“Wanna come over to my place after today?”
James’ reply was faint, but immediate. “Yeah.”
Following that the pair cleaned up, worked their usual day, and then closed as they normally did. Then the pair went back to Donnie’s apartment where they bought enough takeout to feed a family of eight. James almost managed to finish it, with some help from Donnie, and then they spent their evening recreating their morning over and over again.
James was huffing by the time he made it up the short flight of stairs to the bakery. It hadn’t used to be this difficult just to get to work, but a lot had changed since he had started working there a year ago.
For starters, he’d moved in with Donnie. Ever since feeding and fucking had become a regular thing for the two of them their attraction had grown with every pound the other put on. James easily outweighed Donnie now, but even Donnie had put on some weight - most of it muscle. The guy looked like he could bench a house now, while James looked like he could eat it.
Waddling up to the door, James reached over his own bulk to grab the door handle and then quickly wedged his belly in the doorway. Then he shifted his bulk so it flung the door open and allowed him to shimmy inside. Getting through doors hadn’t been so difficult a year ago either.
Stepping out of the cool outdoor air and into the near stifling heat of the bakery caused James to immediately break out in a sweat. He grabbed the lower part of his t-shirt to dab his brow and noted how his gut hung out the bottom even after he let the fabric drop from his face. He'd asked Donnie if they had any bigger sizes, but 4XL was the biggest they had. Donnie actually had to custom order a 5XL just for him but it hasn't arrived yet. He'd also ordered a 6XL and a 7XL - just in case.
It seemed like a sensible precaution to both of them.
Lumbering to the back room James caught sight of Donnie just finishing the morning’s prep work. If he looked like an off-season bodybuilder before he was like an international Strongman competitor now. Maybe even on the heavier side of such burly dudes. James loved the fact that this man was strong enough to manhandle him even at his size. It meant that no matter how big James got he still could feel small sometimes.
Not that it happened often, mind you.
Donnie had headphones in while he worked, so couldn’t hear James approach. Feeling mischievous, James came up behind him slowly so as not to cause any vibration in the floor, and lifted up his colossal belly in two pudgy hands. He waited for Donnie to bend over to begin rolling dough, and just as he did he got behind Donnie and let his gut fall on his back.
Donnie was immensely strong, but he wasn’t expecting such bulk to suddenly envelop his back. He fell forward into the dough, the counter groaning audibly from the combined weight. James could hear Donnie giggling from beneath the crest of his belly, and he playfully continued to rest his weight on Donnie’s back as the muscleman feigned struggling to get up.
Another ominous cracking noise from the countertop convinced James to relent, and Donnie turned around to embrace his elephantine lover.
“Y’know, we open in half an hour,” James said as the pair got as close as their bodies would allow.
“Maybe we should open late today,” Donne replied, bending down to nibble on the folds around James’ neck. He gasped at Donnie’s touch, feeling the now familiar sensation of a calloused hand running up and down his belly, only to linger near the bottom where it was softest.
“Maybe we talk the day off,” James suggested, and then Donnie plunged in for a kiss.
The bakery didn’t open that day, but still managed to empty itself of inventory despite the lack of customers.
