A warning to the reader: If any of you are offended by the idea of a woman growing to such indescribably voluptuous proportions as to beggar the imagination, you would perhaps be well served to read something else, like a cook book of healthy and boring recipes, or possibly a manual on how to recognize different species of birds from the distinctive sound they make as they collide with a picture window.� In any case, the story that follows is, while not exactly X-rated, pretty thick with naughtiness of several kinds, so if you keep reading on and you suffer some sort of a bosom-induced seizure or something, you have only yourself to blame.� (And if any of you reading this happen to be worried that I'm not going to bring Vicky & Victoria to as happy an ending as they both so richly deserve, please be of good cheer; progress on the fifth and final chapter of that series continues to go well, I just had the idea for this story come to me in a dream, and I wanted to make sure I got it down before the memory of it left me.� Consider it an aperitif, before the final course).

Chrissie and the Muffin Top

by: Kodos

�� Are you sure you wouldn't like anything else today, a danish perhaps, maybe a muffin?� I just pulled a batch of them out of the oven; they're still so hot and moist that the second you bite into one, you'll swear you've died and gone to heaven.�

�� That does sound nice but, but no thanks,� Chrissie said after a moment's hesitation, �I've got to get back to my jogging and you know, any time I eat something like that it just goes straight to my hips.�

�� And with that, Chrissie took her cup of coffee, picked out her usual table in the corner, and sat down by herself to get her morning caffeine fix.� Are you sure you wouldn't like anything else today?� She heard that question every time she came in, and every time, no matter how temping the treat of the day might sound, Chrissie always said no, preferring to just have her cup of joe.� It had probably been just about six months now, she realized, since she had first found her way to this bakery, �Mara's Muffin Top� as it was so whimsically and appropriately named.� She had been out on her morning run, which at the time had still been a new part of her daily routine, and while passing by, she had smelled the most delicious melange of smells wafting through the open door of the shop.� Feeling more than a little winded and ready for a break (she'd never tried to do five miles all at one go before) Chrissie had chuckled at the shop's name, walked in, and seen Mara.

�� She was impossible to overlook, even behind a counter that sagged beneath the weight of countless mountains of eclairs, cakes, donuts, and of course, more than a few plates stacked with muffins.� Even behind that veritable riot of gustatory delights, Mara was hard to miss.� She was without a doubt the most enormous woman whom Chrissie had ever set eyes on.� Hers was a figure of mind-boggling proportions; she was so immensely wide across the hips that Chrissie wondered how she could even fit through the door back into the kitchen, and possessed a belly so huge and round that she could barely reach around it to work the cash register.� Her butt was so ginormous that for a moment, Chrissie imagined she must have padded it with something, well, two somethings, well, no, that was silly, it just had to be real.� Atop her magnificent belly, she sported a pair of breasts well earned from a lifetime spent gorging herself on sweets.� Titanically fat, they were so huge that Chrissie wondered how this woman could possibly see what she was writing when she took a customer's order down.� They were so massive that Chrissie was sure than on any other woman they'd hang down to her waist, but in this particular case, they were not only supported, but lifted up by her overindulgent belly that she looked as if she could bury her face in her own cleavage, should the mood happen to strike her.� She wore her auburn hair up in a neat bun, and her prodigious figure was tightly encased in a chef's coat that looked as if it had been a tight fit on her when she was fifty pounds lighter.� Chrissie couldn't say for sure, not being very experienced in these things, but she'd seen a woman on some reality TV show once who weighed five hundred and fifty pounds, and this woman standing across the room from her, cheerfully bustling about as she saw to the needs of her customers, was obviously a good deal heavier than that.� Round-faced and apple-cheeked, she beamed at everyone nearby, evidently delighted to be surrounded by sweets and the people who wanted them.� As she finished ringing up a cupcake the size of a grapefruit for a woman who was herself spilling out of a tube top, she turned to Chrissie and waved.

�� Hi there!� I'm Mara!� Welcome to the Muffin Top!� she enthused, intent on welcoming her doubtful new customer inside, �I know we've got so many different wonderful things to choose from here that the menu can be a bit intimidating for first-timers, so don't be afraid to ask me anything!�

�� Oh, hi, I'm Chrissie,� Chrissie said as she cautiously approached the counter, mildly thrown off by such an effervescent welcome, �I um, I was actually just wondering if I could get a cup of coffee, bla-�

�� She had meant to say black, but before she could even get the word out, Mara had said �Sure thing!� Coming right up!� and moved so decisively into coffee-making mode that Chrissie could really only stand there and watch.� With speed that seemed unbelievable for a woman of her size, she poured a steaming cup of something very dark and, before Chrissie could get a word in edgewise, was pouring in all sorts of creams, sugars and other toppings.� Hardly a moment later, she was back at the register again, her body visibly aquiver from her efforts, pushing a steaming, frothing cup of something that smelled absolutely divine towards Chrissie and saying �There you are; that'll be ninety six cents!�

�� Somewhat numbly, Chrissie handed her the change, and took her cup.� Much like everything else in the shop, it was quite large; she was tempted to ask if she'd been rung up quite right, as a cup of this size was, in her experience, a five dollar proposition at the very least.� Still a little shocked by the sensory overload of being in this place, and more than a little out of it from running four miles on an empty stomach, Chrissie found a quiet seat near the back, and drank her coffee.� It was, she discovered, the best she had ever tasted.� Sweet, thick, loaded with all sorts of things she was sure she ought to feel terribly guilty about, it instantly refreshed her, her head clearing and her spirits improving with every sip.� As she drank, she couldn't help but watch Mara.� She had one of those faces that make it very difficult to tell exactly how old a person is.� On one hand, thought Chrissie, she certainly had cultivated a sort of a matronly look, as if she might at any moment be required to star in a commercial for butter or perhaps a county-style restaurant with an intentionally misspelled name.� At the same time, it seemed to Chrissie, that she couldn't possibly be out of her thirties at the very oldest, and if, by some outside chance, she was older, the life of a gourmand obviously agreed with her exceptionally well.� At length, Chrissie finished her coffee, dropped the empty cup in the trash, and made her way for the door.� As she opened it to leave, she heard a cheery, �Thanks for coming in, Chrissie!� Please come back again!� and saw Mara waving at her lustily.� Maybe it was because she was still feeling all warm inside from the coffee, or maybe she was just caught completely off guard by such unapologetic friendliness, but before she slipped out the door, Chrissie managed to give a small wave, and a diffident, �Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow.�

�� And that was exactly what she had done.� In fact, she had been doing it now for about half a year's worth of tomorrows, and had gotten to the point where Chrissie so relied on the Muffin Top and Mara's coffee that on Sundays (the only day of the week that the shop was closed) she felt more than a little bit out of sorts.� Now, you might think, having read this far, that six months of coffee so thick with sugar and syrup that you could very nearly slice it and serve it on a plate like a dessert would have taken a toll on Chrissie's figure, and that indulging in such a manner on a near-daily basis might have caused her to become rather more like Mara, physique-wise, than less so.� You would, in this particular case though, be mistaken, for as the months went by, Chrissie had only grown thinner.�

�� It had all started out when she was laid off from her job.� She had absolutely loved that job; the pay was good, she felt like a promotion was just around the corner, and then, out of the blue, she was told that they had to cut back, business wasn't as good as management expected, and just like that, Chrissie was unemployed.� To make matters worse, she went through a rough break-up just a couple weeks later.� It wasn't that he had been the love of her life or anything, and Chrissie suspected that it was as much her fault as his for taking out her frustration about her job on someone who had nothing to do with her getting fired, but the bottom line was that in the space of a month, Chrissie went from being a girl with a boyfriend and a bright future to being unemployed, single, and very much alone.�

�� And so she had decided to take control over the one thing that she felt she could do something about, and decided that Monday morning that she was going to take up running.� It wasn't easy at first; she didn't really know what she was doing, she didn't have shoes that were even remotely appropriate, and she got tired before she was even half a mile out the door, but with persistence, and a daily dose of Mara's coffee to keep her going, she had rapidly improved, until now, Chrissie could stand in front of her bathroom mirror in the morning, her long, blonde hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, and admire her tight and well-toned abs, or watch the taut muscles of her thighs flexing as she climbed the stairs at her apartment's front door.

�� She did not, Chrissie mused as she sat in her usual seat on this particular day, look at all like most of the customers who patronized the Muffin Top.� True, they were almost exclusively women, but that was just about all they had in common.� They very leanest of them probably tipped the scales at two hundred pounds, and there were plenty of other regulars who looked and behaved as if they took Mara's size as a challenge, a goal to be met, coming in each day and leaving with their bellies overlapping the waistbands of their skirts, happily overstuffed from a feast of sweets, and more often than not carrying a paper bag bulging with other delicacies, that they might indulge their appetites at home as well.� Chrissie meanwhile, had recently celebrated getting herself down to a trim one hundred ten, which might have suited her well enough if she were a little more petite by nature, but as it was, she was just a little too tall and had just solid enough a build that fit as she undoubtedly was, she was starting to look just a little too skinny.� She stirred at her half-finished drink, watching as a red-haired woman who looked like she was about to burst out of a green cable-knit sweater bought two dozen eclairs, first ate one, then put away two more while leaning against the counter talking with Mara, until finally, the seams of her skirt audibly straining to contain her indescribably voluptuous hips, bagged up the rest and sashayed out of the shop, Chrissie's eyes following her out the door, mesmerized by the rhythmically wobbling massiveness of her behind.

�� What's wrong honey?� You look just awful today,� Mara called over to Chrissie, who was still forlornly playing with the bubbles in her coffee, �You look like I felt after the mayor announced he was going to put a tax on any food where more than a thousand calories per serving.� I know you probably don't feel like telling your problems to someone you only know from your daily cup of coffee, but you're one of my most regular customers.� Trust me, sweetie, whatever's eating at you, sometimes it helps a lot just to tell someone about it.�

�� I, I dunno,� Chrissie mumbled, once again surprised by Mara's directness, and staring at her own feet with uncharacteristic shyness, �I just just don't know where to begin; there's just so much going on in my life right now, or well, actually there's nothing going on at all, but somehow it just feels overwhelming and I'm too small to even start to deal with it.�

�� Well, it does sound like you're in quite a state,� Mara said, biting at her plump lip and planting her hands on her expansive hips as she thought, �Lucky for you though, the breakfast rush just ended, and you're my only customer right now, so if you'd like a shoulder to cry on, I've got two of them you can borrow.�

�� Yeah, I mean, if you don't mind,� Chrissie managed, distracted by the thought that considering the proportions of Mara's bust, her shoulders would actually be rather challenging to cry on without getting very familiar indeed with two other, massively overdeveloped portions of her anatomy, �If you've got the time anyway, that'd be nice.�

�� For you, sugar, I have all the time in the world,� Mara said, flashing Chrissie a smile so radiant that she was immediately convinced that she could trust this woman with anything at all, �Oh, don't you bother coming over here, you just keep your seat there and I'll come to you.� I've been on my feet all morning; it'll do me good to sit down and take a load off.�

�� And then, to Chrissie's surprise, she opened up a section of the counter, and for the first time that Chrissie had ever seen, came out to the front of the shop.� As Mara tried to squeeze herself through the counter, Chrissie could see why she didn't spend much time on this side of the counter.� She was simply so full across the hips, and her rear was so exquisitely overfattened that as Chrissie watched her try to force herself through the gap in the counter (which was three feet across if it was an inch) she couldn't help but think about someone trying to shove a water balloon through a keyhole.

�� You'll have to excuse me hon,� Mara said as she struggled to extricate herself from the counter top, �When I had them install this a few years back, it was plenty big enough to let me through.� Of course, spending all my time in here has taken a bit of a toll on my figure; I suppose that was probably about a hundred pounds ago or so.� Ouch!� Oh, there we go.�

�� With a final shove that obviously pinched her lower half considerably more tightly than she was comfortable with, Mara popped free of the counter, composed herself, and approached Chrissie's table.

�� Damn, she's enormous, was all that Chrissie could think to herself as Mara waddled over to the table.� She had seen her in the shop here almost every day, but somehow, her being so much closer now with nothing between the two of them, well, she somehow looked even bigger, if such a thing were possible.� Her lush, spreading hips swayed as she crossed the room, the skirt stretched tightly around her middle seeming to emphasize just how wide across she really was.� As she turned to navigate around a table, affording Chrissie a view of her full profile, she found herself so stunned she had to remind herself not to stare too obviously, though from the way Mara winked at her and gave her hips a shimmy that was anything but little, Chrissie knew that she must be more than comfortable getting admiring looks from her customers.� Which was a good thing, Chrissie thought, because she just couldn't� pull her gaze away from Mara's body.� Her belly projected out in front of her like a pregnant woman's, but vastly more round and full, for it was evident that Mara had spent considerably more than the last nine months working on that belly, and the fruit of her years of self-indulgence jiggled slightly as she brushed past a chair, causing her to press a plump hand to the side of her massive belly, as if to steady it.� And her breasts, Chrissie almost couldn't believe that they were real, that a woman could come by such an overdeveloped bosom except through surgical means, and yet, there they were, as big as life.� They were phenomenally fat; Chrissie had often seen Mara injecting cream filling into eclairs, and from the way her sumptuous bosom quivered at every step, Chrissie wondered if she hadn't been injecting that cream into herself as well.� Chrissie blinked and shook her head, of course not, such things simply did not happen.� Clearly Mara was just a woman who, through some favorable genetic predisposition and a diet so indescribably rich that it ought to have been illegal, had come to possess a pair of melons so monumentally overfattened that she looked as if she gained a few more pounds they would be in real danger of bursting.

�� And now she was sitting down right across the table from Chrissie.� Pulling the chair out a generous distance from the table, Mara settled herself into it.� It was not a small chair by any means, for it was clearly intended to provide comfortable accommodation for the shop's regular customers, the vast majority of whom were, to put it as delicately as possible, exceedingly well-favored in the chair-filling department.� Chrissie herself hardly took up half of her chair, if that, but Mara just sat right down and spilled right out over the sides of hers.� Chrissie tried to look without looking like she was looking, feeling guilty as she wished she had an excuse to get up and see this sight from behind.� Even from across the table, it was clear that the chair was barely a third as wide as Mara was, her well-plumped thighs pressed primly together beneath the table, her opulently enormous bottom overflowing the chair and spilling out to either side, it's legs creaking as it bore her ponderous weight.� Drawing in closer now, she somehow managed to force her blooming belly under the table, and eyes sparkling, she leaned in, her overfed bosom filling half the table top, the huge expanse of creamy flesh revealed by the plunging neckline of her top quivering softly with her every breath.� Chrissie had never felt to completely enchanted by the sight of another woman.

�� Oof, I think these chairs must be getting smaller or something,� Mara giggled as she fidgeted in her too-small seat, �But you didn't come here to hear me talk about outgrowing the furniture did you, why don't you tell me what's been eating you lately?�

�� I'm not quite sure where to start,� Chrissie said, as all the explanations, all the excuses, all the angry tirades against everyone and no one that had filled her empty hours for the last few months suddenly seemed to abandon her and leave her empty, �I just, I lost my job, I lost my boyfriend, I feel like I'm all alone in this city, and I just don't know what I'm supposed to DO with myself!� I can't find a job; my bills are starting to pile up, and every night I go home to an apartment with nothing to do but watch TV and look forward to getting up in the dark to put on these stupid shorts and run until I'm too tired to hate myself!�

�� Well, first things first you know, you're not alone,� Mara said, the warmth of her voice� immediately winning Chrissie over completely.� It seemed like it had been forever since anyone really cared about her, and Chrissie felt tears welling up in her eyes as Mara reached across the table and placed her plump, reassuring hand on Chrissie's.� �I know how tough it is when you've just been through a bad breakup and you're in that place where you feel like your whole life was just leading up to a whole lot of nothing.� I've been there before; what do you think made me open up the bakery here in the first place?�

�� Really,� Chrissie asked, momentarily distracted from her own worries as she tried to imagine Mara, who seemed to just about live in her shop, having any sort of a life outside of it, to say nothing of it being a romantic one, �How did that happen?�

�� Well now, it has been a few years, but not quite so many as all that,� Mara started, with the air of a person who was much more accustomed to being asked about her muffins than about her life and appreciating the chance to connect with someone else on a personal level for a change, �I'd just moved to the city with my husband right after we finished college.� I don't want to bore you with all the details, but his job was really stressful and I felt like he just had less and less time to spend with me.� I was kind of able to deal with it as long as I had a job of my own, but I never really felt at home here; I reckon I'm just a country girl at heart.� Anyhow, after a few months, the office where I was a secretary got bought out and I found myself out of a job.� Now, back when I was a little girl, I spent many a summer's day in the kitchen with my grandma, and gracious but that woman could make a pie, and well, I guess it just felt natural, sort of homey-like you know?� I started spending all my free time when he was at work, which was most of it, just baking up a storm.� Now, I'm sure I don't have to tell you this, but any woman who spends a lot of time baking desserts for no one in particular is going to end up spending a lot of time eating them and before I knew it, I was just packing on the pounds.� I guess it made me feel like I was at home again, having something to fill my days up with, and I suppose I should have worried more about how every couple of weeks I had to swing by the department store on my way back from the kitchen shop to buy a few more house dresses the next size up, but you know, when you don't have a job and your fella isn't ever around, it's easy to get a little too wrapped up in your hobbies.�

�� So what happened?� How did you end up single again?� Chrissie asked, increasingly feeling as if she and Mara had a lot more in common that she had guessed.

�� Well, I won't spend all afternoon telling you about how long this all went on, though for a while there, the folks in the lingerie department could probably set their watches by me coming in as I worked my way through the alphabet in brassieres, but to make a long story short, one day it dawned on me that I was, quite literally, twice the woman I had been just a year before.� My husband had been getting more and more distant, spending just about all his time at the office.� I went to take him his lunch one day; he was out for a meeting and no one there was exactly eager tell me where exactly that meeting was, I made a few inquiries, and finally I found out he'd been banging his secretary for the last two months.�

�� My gosh, I'm so sorry,� Chrissie said, clasping Mara's hand between her own� �What did you do?�

�� Well, first thing, I divorced the hell out of him.� I didn't try to take him for everything he had, which might have been a mistake, but I just didn't care anymore.� I didn't even want to hurt him; I was actually kind of relieved.� It felt like the two of us had just become such different people and he hadn't been the man I thought I loved for a while and well, making a clean break of it helped me a lot.� I didn't have anything else to do but get a little place of my own, so for the next few months all I did was bake things.� I dug out my grandma's old recipe box and just spent days at a time trying out new recipes, finding stuff I'd loved when I was a little girl.� Well, I don't have to tell you, I got starting putting on weight and I did it in a hurry.� Maybe part of it was some kind of subconscious get-back-at-my-husband-for-cheating-on-me-with-his-skinny-ass-secretary sort of thing, but personally I've just always really liked food.� I know those feminists are always going on about how a woman in this day and age is proud of her body no matter what, but let me tell you, it's not true.� If you're a single girl and you're not somewhere in the same neighborhood as skinny, you just don't fit in.� I didn't care though, a lot of women in my family are kind of big.� I was fat and happy, and only getting fatter and happier.� Well, eventually money started to run out, and I couldn't just spend all my time cooking and eating.� Mama said she'd be happy to have me move back home, but I guess there was a part of me that wanted to stick it out and make my own way.� So I decided to just go with what I loved; I bought this place, got it all fixed up nice, and hung out my shingle.� And I never looked back for a minute.�

�� Wow, that must have been really hard, just starting up a business all by yourself like that,� Chrissie said, looking on Mara with a new respect.

�� Well, I suppose it wasn't always easy,� Mara said, �I mean, I did have a bit of trouble learning how to keep my finances in order at first, but I got it together pretty quick.� Business though, its been booming since day one.� I know I'm not the only pastry shop in town, but somehow people just seemed to feel comfortable coming here.� I don't know, maybe its because anyone who comes through that door can see I'm such a big believer in my own work, but I've never had any trouble keeping this place full up.� Truth be told, I've kind of been giving some thought to hiring some help on around here.�

�� Really?� What all would you need help with?� Chrissie said, finding herself very interested in the direction this conversation was headed.

�� Oh, you know, just this and that,� Mara answered, �I don't need an expert chef or anything, just someone who can help me serve customers, run the register out front, and help me reach a few things in the shop that I'm honestly just getting a little too big to get to if I want to keep my dignity intact.�

�� I don't suppose you already have someone in mind?� Chrissie asked, doing her best to not sound too excited.

�� Well you know, I had been holding off on posting an ad, hoping that the right girl might just come in and impress me,� Mara said, �But business has just been so good lately that I think I'm going to have to break down and do just that.�

�� I don't suppose, well, that you might consider me for the job,� Chrissie said nervously.

�� Well, on one hand, I'm sure you could pick up all the essentials pretty quick,� Mara answered, looking Chrissie over as she spoke, �You're certainly nice enough, and you come in here every day already, and you know, I do just feel so awfully comfortable around you and all but-�

�� But what?� Chrissie asked, alarmed that things had taken a turn in the wrong direction, �What is it about me that you're worried about?�

�� Um, I'm not quite sure how to tell you this, and I wouldn't dream of hurting your feelings, my dear, because I really do like you an awful, awful lot,� Mara said, �It' just that, well, you're way too skinny to work here.�

�� Well, I know I kind of am on the slender side,� Chrissie admitted, �but why would that be a problem?�

�� For one thing,� Mara told her, her voice taking on a distinctly businesslike color, �Nobody trusts a skinny chef.� This shop is just about the only place that my customers can come for a bag of danishes without having to see a girl with a body like an aerobics instructor judging them across the counter.� It just makes them feel validated, you know, buying their sweets from a woman who's twice as fat as they are and just happy as a clam about it.� So if you were working here, well, I think it might just make a lot of my regulars a bit nervous; I don't know if you've noticed the way some of them look at you while you're drinking your coffee here every day, but I'm just not sure you'd fit in.�

�� Please, Mara, just give me a chance,� Chrissie pleaded, �I may not be exactly what you had in mind, but I promise I'll be the nicest, sweetest employee you ever imagined; I'll treat all your customers just like you do, I promise!�

�� It isn't that I don't believe you, hon,� Mara said in a tone that suggested she was doing her best to let Chrissie down gently, �I think you really would give it your all.� It's just that working here, well, there's a price that comes with this sort of thing, and I'm not sure you'd be willing to pay it.�

�� What do you mean?� Chrissie asked, �If you're worried I'm not going to be up to the long hours or early mornings or whatever, don't worry; I already don't have social life at all.� I could practically live here if that's what it would take.�

�� Oh, no, that isn't it at all,� Mara hastened to correct her, �It's just that, well, if you start working here, you're going to start eating like me and before you know it, that trim little body of yours that you've worked so hard for is just going to blow up like a balloon.� I know you might think that you'll be able to resist, that you won't touch a bite of this stuff, or that you'll hit the gym later and work it off, but honey, everything here is just so rich that as soon as a girl starts hanging around this shop full time, she just starts gaining weight by leaps and pounds.�

�� But, I-� Chrissie started in.

�� No, you have to believe me on this one,� Mara said firmly, �You wouldn't be the first girl I've hired on for help, oh no.� A couple years back there was this sweet young thing by the name of Lisa that got fired from her job as a fashion designer.� I happened to have the help wanted sign out in the window, she came on in, and I hired her on.� When she started out she was almost as tiny as you are; spent all her free time hunting for a new job in the fashion business.� Well, three months after she started, she had gained fifty pounds and no one in the industry would take her seriously anymore.� After that, she got a little depressed and really started overeating.� A couple months after that, she was so voluptuous she couldn't even find clothes to fit any more and I had to point her to the woman over on 45^th Street who makes all my bras for me; they just don't carry them off the rack anywhere. �Well, it wasn't long after that, Lisa got so big that there was hardly room for the two of us to fit back in the kitchen there.� She had to weight every bit of four hundred, and she was still dipping into the leftovers so much that she was putting on a good five pounds a week.�

�� Oh my gosh,� Chrissie gasped, considering for the first time that her own trim figure might easily end up so generously over-endowed, �What happened to her?�

�� Actually, she came out alright in the end,� Mara said with a smile, �She finally made her peace with being the very big girl that she had become, decided to wrap that up into her calling in life, and opened a plus-size store just a couple blocks down from here.�

�� Really?� Chrissie asked.

�� Oh yes, she does quite a booming business there too,� Mara assured her, �There aren't a lot of places a well-favored woman can go for clothes that aren't just muumuus and circus tents, but Lisa, well, no matter how fat you are, she find you an outfit that'll make you stop traffic.� Heck, ever since she got started with that, she's the one I go to for all my new clothes, and come to think of it, I did just have a button pop off this top into the cake batter the other day; maybe its about time I paid her another call.� It works out all around too; I make sure she always gets a special discount when she comes in.� I'm sure you've seen her; she's in here just about every day anymore.�

�� What does she look like?� Chrissie asked.

�� Oh, you'd pick her right out,� Mara told her, �Always dressed to the nines, heels so high I don't know how she keeps her balance, made up like she's going out on the town to snag herself a husband, lipstick so red it ought to be illegal to wear it out in public.�

�� Oh!� Isn't she the one with the huge-� Chrissie started, just beginning to gesture to her own modestly-endowed body before realizing what she had just said and going silent as she blushed a very becoming shade of red.

�� What? Don't you feel like you're not allowed to talk about that sort of thing, darling,� Mara said with a laugh, �She's as proud of those as any woman I ever met; you don't need to talk about her like she's disabled or something� She has everything she's ever wanted; a job she loves, plenty of money, and a body she finally feels proud of.� Don't you spend a second feeling sorry for her.�

�� Sorry, I guess this is just a lot to take in at once,� Chrissie admitted, �in college, you know, all the girls, that is, all the girls who wanted to fit in anyway were always so thin and fit, and the ones who didn't, well, that didn't do that, they just seemed to get left out of all the fun.�

�� Don't you worry about that; I know how society is what with all its expectations and whatnot,�� Mara said with a knowing look, �I just don't want to see you get in a situation where you get more depressed than you already are if you started working here and went and got all fat like me.�

�� I guess you're right,� Chrissie said after a thoughtful pause, �I just, well, especially these last few months, a lot of my self-worth is all tied up in my body image, and I know it isn't healthy to obsess over that sort of thing too much but you're right; I'm not sure if I could just drop all that at once and start working somewhere where just breathing the air makes me feel like I'm gaining weight.�

�� I really am sorry that you're not quite at a place where you can do that,� Mara said as she patted Chrissie's hand, �I mean, if you had another hundred and fifty pounds of you, I'd hire you on in a heartbeat, but I'm just not sure that's where you're heading.� You know I'm always happy to sit and chat for a while though, especially when things are quiet around here, and any time you come by, I'll always have a cup of coffee ready for you.�

�� Thanks,�� Chrissie said, pushing her chair back as she rose from the table, �For everything.� You really are something Mara; I'm glad I started coming here.�

�� You stay out of trouble out there, sugar,� Mara called after Chrissie as she headed for the door, �I'll see you tomorrow, same time as always.�

�� For the rest of the day, her conversation with Mara was all that Chrissie could think about.� Not that being unemployed and bored helped any with that, but it seemed like she just couldn't get everything the two of them had talked about out of her mind.� She rearranged all the furniture in her apartment twice, tried to get into three different books she had been trying to finish lately, and finally found herself so out of sorts that she went to the all-night gym and got on the elliptical machine until she felt like her legs were going to fall off.� An hour later, Chrissie was lying in bed, exhausted, sore, and still inconsolably awake.

�� What's wrong with me? Chrissie thought as she lay amid the restlessly tangled sheets, Is Mara right?� Would I be happier if I just gave up all this staying in shape business and let myself get fat?� I mean, if I did that, I feel like I'd just be giving up the last thing about myself I have any control over; there'd be nothing left of the person who came here, so confident that she was going places, that the world was going to beat a path to her door.� But then again, maybe it only sounds so hard because it's such a big step.� I've just been doing the same old thing over and over ever since I lost my job, trying to be a better version of me and failing miserably.� Maybe what I need IS to try and let go of all that, to try and be someone else.� It would be awfully fun to work at the bakery with Mara; she's just so nice, so caring, and all the customers I ever see there are always so pleasant, just happy to be in a place where they can be accepted the way they are and get the things that make them happy.� And it would be nice to get up in the morning and feel like I was doing something useful with my life, something that someone else would appreciate, and actually earning a paycheck for a change.� And, well, I'm almost afraid to admit it to myself, but it would just be so, so liberating to just go into work there every day and just eat whatever I wanted any time I wanted, and not always be counting calories.� Yeah, the more I think about it, I wouldn't mind putting on a few pounds, or even more than a few.� Hell, I've spent all this time trying to be as fit as a woman can be, and where has it gotten me?� It's consumed my whole life, and I still hate myself.� Even if I started stuffing myself right away though, Mara probably wouldn't give me that job now.� I've come into her shop every day for all these months and not once have I ordered so much as a cinnamon bun; even if I went in there tomorrow and promised that if she hired me I'd spend every moment of the day stuffing myself until I was as big as she is, she'd never believe me.� Why should she?� She's got all those other women there every day who would probably kill each other for the chance to spend eight hours a day in an all-you-can-eat sweets shop.� But why did she bring up the job with me then?� I don't think she was just being nice, telling me she'd like to give me a job she knew I'd never take.� So, maybe, maybe she did really mean it.� Maybe she really would give me the job, if things were a little different with me.� Okay, that's it then.� Tomorrow I'm going to march right in there, order the most fattening thing on the menu, and hang around until I get the chance to tell her I really do want to work there and spend my days plumping up and smiling at other fat women across the counter.

�� Much to her surprise, the moment she had at last resolved herself upon this course of action, Chrissie felt herself drifting off to a deeper sleep than she had enjoyed in months, awakening somewhat later than her usual hour the next morning, well past the time when she went out for her morning run.

�� The bell dangling from the door jingled as Chrissie entered the shop.� It was almost empty again; she had missed the morning rush, though as she came in, she smiled to herself as she stepped out of the aisle to make way for a very elegantly-dressed woman in stiletto heels who was so scandalously huge in front that Chrissie was amazed she didn't topple right over.

�� Good morning Mara!� Chrissie called with a cheerful wave as she approached the counter.

�� Well hello again darling,� Mara said with a smile, though her eyes still showed no small measure of concern, �You look like you had a bit of a rough night.�

�� Yeah, I kinda did,� Chrissie said as she came up and leaned against the counter, �I had a lot of thinking to do last night.� You gave me a lot to think about yesterday, but yeah, I think I'm doing a lot better now.�

�� That's good to hear,� Mara said, brightening a bit, �After the spirits you were in when you left here yesterday, I was afraid I might have scared you off or something.� You know, prying into your personal business and whatnot.�

�� Actually, I wanted to say thanks,� Chrissie said, �I spent a lot of time working over what you said to me, and how the focus of my life has kind of been all messed up lately and well, if you'll still have me, and wouldn't mind having a skinny girl like me working here, at least until my appetite gets the better of me, I really would like to work for you.�

�� Hmmm,� Mara said, looking at Chrissie intently, �I'm going to have to think that over for a little.� It isn't that I don't believe you, hon, not that at all; it's just that the things you decide to do after a sleepless night can seem as serious as anything the next morning, but an awful lot of the time, they have a habit of fading away when the rest of life comes crashing up against them again.�

�� That's cool, I know I'm probably not the best bet in the universe right now,� Chrissie admitted with a resigned shrug of her narrow shoulders, �Just if you'd keep me in mind, okay?�

�� I'd be happy to do that,� Mara said, her face regaining its habitual expression of radiant cheerfulness, �I'm so happy to see you in here again today, Chrissie; have I told you that already?� Oh, but listen to me babble on.� What can I get for you today, your usual?�

�� Actually, I'm in the mood for something a bit more substantial than coffee today,� Chrissie said, an impish smile spreading across her face as she surveyed the mountains of pastries arrayed before her, �I feel like indulging myself today.� What's the richest thing you have here?�

�� Oh, well now, I make so many things that are just so sinfully indulgent, it's tough for me to pick one out just like that,� Mara said, a look of delighted realization on her face, �I suppose if you made me choose though, I'd have to go with the Double-Stuffed, Extra Chocolate, Butter and Raspberry Torte.� I do have to warn you though, it's not for everyone; even my most devoted customers usually can't make it through an entire one in just one sitting.�

�� That sounds perfect,� Chrissie said brightly as she took out her wallet, �I'll have three, if you please.�

�� For a moment Mara actually looked surprised.� Up until now she had taken Chrissie's sudden enthusiasm for the epicurean life as no more than a sudden fancy.� Now though, now somehow she had a feeling that Chrissie was altogether serious about this.

�� Of course, that's just the most fattening thing I have on the regular menu,�� Mara said conspiratorially, �I do try to make things up from time to time that are considerably richer than anything I usually sell to the public.� Experiments, special commissions, for those times when I've just gone up a size or two and need to put on a few pounds in a hurry to fill out a new blouse properly.�

�� Indeed?�� Chrissie asked, her eyes sparkling with naked interest, �I don't suppose you might happen to have anything like that just laying around the shop today, would you?�

�� Well, oddly enough, when I got here this morning, I had this funny feeling that I might need something extra-rich today, and I did have a new recipe I've been playing at...� Mara confessed, trailing off teasingly.

�� And?� Chrissie asked with a smile, �could you see your way to parting with one, just this once, just for me?�

�� I suppose, I might be willing to,� Mara said in a voice that suggested quite the opposite of reluctance, �Since you haven't been properly introduced to my cooking before, and well, a girl's first time ought to be special, and there isn't anyone else around right now to see me playing favorites like this.� I've got to warn you though; when I tell you this thing is going to be fattening, I'm not kidding around.� It's got something like the distilled decadence of everything you see piled up here, all in one tasty little morsel, so if you're not dead set on filling out that figure of yours in a hurry, I'd best warn you off of it right now.�

�� Chrissie only smiled.

�� Give it to me,� she said.

�� Chrissie could see Mara fairly swell with pride until it looked like she was going to split the straps off her apron.� She smiled at Chrissie like she'd just won a gold medal and with a swish of her skirt, went back into the kitchen directly, pausing only to negotiate the door which was not quite wide enough to admit her ever-so-ample charms.� A moment later, she appeared again, holding aloft a silver covered dish, which she set down in front of Chrissie with a flourish, before lifting the top off.

�� Here you are sugar,� Mara said winsomely, 'Bon appetit!�

�� Chrissie pondered the object in front of her.� It looked for all the world like a regular muffin.� A huge muffin though; it was easily as big as an entire loaf of bread, and flecked with little spots of something that looked very much like raspberry.� She picked it up; it felt strangely heavy, but still invitingly warm from the oven.� With the look of a woman who found herself at long last delivered into her freedom, she pulled off a big chuck and stuffed it into her mouth.

�� Oh, was all that Chrissie could think at first, as Mara and the shop seemed to reel in her sight, Can anything really taste this wonderful?� Or have I just been living on salads and soybeans for so long that I've completely forgotten what real food tastes like?� I'd better have another bite.� Oh! Ohhhh!� That's even better!� What does Mara put in this stuff?� Oh, I need more, I need all of it!

�� And with a feverish eagerness, as Mara looked on with a knowing smile, Chrissie stuffed the rest of the outsized muffin into her mouth as if she feared she would die without it.� Even before she had finished her third bite, she was starting to feel full.� It was just too rich, too sweet, and yet so very satisfying that she couldn't stop.� She crammed a few more handfuls of it into her mouth; she felt as if she had eaten as much as she could possibly hold, it weighed in her stomach as if she had swallowed a boulder.� She was barely half done though; the rest of the muffin was still warm and moist against the palms of her hands, and taking a deep breath, Chrissie plunged her face into it, devouring it as if sh were starving, instead of already being so stuffed that her shorts were already digging into her waist.� Desperately, she swallowed it down, forcing herself to keep on eating well beyond he point of hunger in an orgy of indulgence until finally she discovered that only a few small crumbs and the paper wrapper remained.� Slowly regaining her senses, Chrissie lifted up her head and saw Mara, who was now smiling mischievously at Chrissie's midriff.

�� Oh, I just feel so full!� Chrissie moaned, feeling for all the world like a beached whale, or rather like she had just swallowed a beached whale, �I can believe I ate it all.� What are you looking at?..�

�� As her question faded into silence, Chrissie looked down at her body.� Between the waistband of her shorts and the lower edge of her top, her belly peeked out.� It wasn't particularly large, especially by the standards of the Muffin Top's usual clientele, but for Chrissie, who had been on the verge of starving herself for some months, it it looked, and felt, fantastically bloated.

�� What?� Ohmygosh!� I've got a belly!�� Chrissie said, pressing her hands to it like a gleefully expectant young mother, �Mara, thank you; it just feel so incredible to really let go, to just eat and eat until I feel like I'm ready to pop!� Does this mean I have the job?� Can I work here with you and just graze all day until I'm nearly as big as you are?�

�� Hmmm, I think it does,� Mara said, coming closer and staring at Chrissie's bulging little belly appreciatively, �But if since you're ever so eager for it, I think I might help you along just a bit.�

�� What do you-�� Chrissie managed, before Mara reached out and poked her protuberant tummy.

�� The next instant, Chrissie gasped as she felt a flood released inside of her.� Her belly, which already felt more stuffed than she could remember it ever having been before, started to feel fuller, and fuller and fuller.� Chrissie held her hands against it tightly, and stared down at it in amazement.� She was getting fatter.� Already the tight, toned abs that she had been so proud of were beginning to fade, her belly not only growing, but also softening as it went.� The gap between her shorts and her top grew steadily now, the space between them filling rapidly with her blossoming belly.� As the seconds ticked by, it grew to more and more bountiful dimensions, the curve of her belly growing ever more convex, spreading lower and lower as Chrissie felt the waistband of her shorts, already tight from the way she had stuffed herself, starting to become very uncomfortable indeed as it struggled to encompass her expanding middle.�

�� Then Chrissie felt a strange tickling sensation behind her.� Her belly forgotten for the moment, she reached back and grabbed at her butt.� Normally, this would have been a very simple matter, for petite as Chrissie's hands were, she had always been so completely lacking in curves behind that she had often had to wear belts as she could not rely on her hips to hold her pants up.� That, she now discovered, had changed.� Chrissie could feel the fat pumping into her behind, her ass quickly developing from being barely there, to respectable, to fairly ample indeed.� Much like her belly, it softened as it grew, though while her belly seemed so far to be keeping tolerably firm, (though perhaps that was just because of how overstuffed it still was) Chrissie's bottom seemed all to eager to become as jigglesome as possible.� As her panties retreated upwards as she swelled, it quivered with voluptuousness.� As her ripening figure filled her shorts more completely, Chrissie realized that her hips were broadening as well.� She had always been narrow across them, almost embarrassingly so, but now she discovered that she was well on her way to having a rather striking hourglass figure.� As they spread wider and more womanly, Chrissie could feel her shorts starting to ride up, which was a little awkward as her belly seemed all too inclined to push them lower.� A sudden sensation of constriction spread throughout her lower body; Chrissie realized that her shorts had reached their limit.� Like a second skin, they were stretched tight across her now-voluptuous derierre, their seams straining at the sides as her hips grew ever more curvaceous.�

�� Her legs were growing fatter too, Chrissie saw.� Her trim thighs were growing fat and sleek, already she had to adjust her stance just to give them room to expand.� Her calves, which had before been slim and muscular, were plumping up as well; she felt her socks inching down towards her ankles, which for the moment, were the only part of her below the waist that didn't seem to be gaining weight.� Chrissie could feel it happening though, the pressure on the soles of her feet increasing, her knees feeling considerably more burdened than they were accustomed too; she was getting heavier, and fast.� Had she gained fifty pounds already? She wondered, and the next moment her body, as if it had taken her question for a suggestion, gained what felt like another twenty pounds.� Fat poured into her body.� Her belly bulged out until she looked like she was six months pregnant, it's swollen curves now wide enough that it could be seen from behind.� Chrissie's ass endured a sudden surge as the pounds poured into her.� Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap- the stitches along the sides of her shorts were giving way.� A pause, a brief sensation of unbearable tightness, SNAP!� The waistband surrendered with a sound like the crack of a whip, and her shorts fluttered to the floor in tatters.

�� Chrissie looked down at herself, very grateful that at the moment there were no other customers in the shop.� Her ample belly swelled out proudly in front of her, while behind, her rump had been fattened to the point where her panties disappeared between her round and fattened cheeks.� Chrissie felt a new sensation building inside of her.� She looked up, briefly making eye contact with Mara, who smiled admiringly at her, and then the new sensation hit her again, more insistently this time; her sports bra was getting tighter.

�� Chrissie was in the habit of wearing sports bra mostly because that's what girls who were into running simply did.� As it so happened though, she was so absolutely flat that she could have just worn a regular bra to protect her modesty and not have had to worry at all about any added support, for she needed none.� Now though, as she watched her chest in wonder, Chrissie saw two small mounds beginning to form there.� Already she was clearly a B-cup; through her shirt she could see, for the first time in her life, that she had enough going on to give her a very modest amount of cleavage.� They continued to swell; her bra was starting become too tight now as her breasts began to spill over the top of a bra never intended to contain such abundance.� Where as Chrissie had regarded the weight she had gained down below with some doubt, these new developments were something that she eagerly embraced.

�� Oh, finally I have tits!� Chrissie silently exulted, They look so firm, so, so big.� I've got to get this bra off, I want to see these even better.� I suppose I really shouldn't be taking any more clothes off here, but since I'm already standing here in a pair of panties about ten sizes too small for me anyways, I guess I haven't really got anything to lose, and I have ever so much to gain!

�� With unconcealed delight, Chrissie undid the front clasp of her bra.� Its small cups were instantly pushed out of the way by her expanding endowments.� Now that they were unrestrained, Chrissie saw that in addition to being much bigger, they were also exquisite in shape.� Pushing against the fabric of her top, her breasts were perfectly formed, as firm and perky as she could have hoped.� Chrissie cupped them eagerly in her hands, another experience that life had denied her up until this moment, and, hands trembling with excitement, she felt the yielding warmth of her bosom as it continued to grow.� For a moment, they filled her hands perfectly, and then it passed as they grew to the point where her hands were no longer big enough to contain them.� Still Chrissie held them though, reveling in how arousingly sensitive they were, in the way that even though they were so very firm, they were also lusciously heavy against her palms, even as they passed through the D-cup range and their sensitive flesh began to swell out between her outspread fingers.� Chrissie marveled at them.� While she had expected that her breasts would grow right along with the rest of her, she had not expected them to look quite so divinely formed.� She released them, contenting herself to just watch for a while as her breasts swelled ever larger.� As they reached what must surely have been an E-cup, Chrissie noticed that they now, at least from her perspective, stood out farther than her plush belly.� Their weight suspended from her chest made her heart race with excitement; she wondered how it was possible for them to be so large and still so perfectly firm.� The pinkness of her nipples was just barely discernible through the stretching fabric of her top; they rode just a little higher than halfway up her swelling spheres, her breasts sloping gently above them, and satisfyingly round below.� Chrissie could feel her skin stretching softly as they grew, savoring the delicious feelings that arced through her flesh.� At last she was big enough to fill out an F-cup, both her breasts riding high and heavy upon her chest, and with her top squeezing them gently together as they filled it, she could see a very inviting display of cleavage between them.� Chrissie felt their expansion slowing, like a roller coaster just barely reaching the top of a hill.� She held her breath; she had never dreamed she would have breasts this size, and never imagined that now that she did, all she could think about was how incredible it would be if they were even bigger.� They stopped; Chrissie felt a chill spread through them, her nipples growing tight and rigid.� And a split second later, she felt something else.

�� Chrissie's breasts began to fatten at a breathtaking rate.� In just a few seconds their firm shape was no more; as they filled with fat they swelled and swelled so immensely that Chrissie could hear it pouring into them and see her flesh quivering as her breasts struggled to contain the sudden onslaught.� Soon they were as big as bowling balls, and nearly as round, Chrissie's once perky tits now a pair of quivering fat balloons, round and soft and growing enormously luscious� as she stared downward in amazement.� For the first time, Chrissie felt their weight against her belly; they were just so huge, so heavy she could hardly believe that these massive melons were part of her body, and a part that was growing bigger by the second.� She tried to cup them in her hands again, but now they were too hopelessly swollen to fit in her hands and vastly too pliable to be supported by them; her billowing flesh spilled out over her fingers as her breasts began to press up against her plumpening arms.� Bloated to such lush immensity, it seemed that her breasts had only been readying themselves for what was to come.� Like two balloons that had been blown up just large enough that they could no longer resist being filled up even more, Chrissie's breasts grew with submissive ease, no longer able to resist the gallons of fat being fed into them.� Throbbing as they inflated, her breasts began to bulge up above the neckline of Chrissie's top, her cleavage rapidly developing into a canyon of prodigious proportions.� Below, her clothes could scarcely contain her billowing bosom as well; already her top had retreated up beyond her lush belly, now the lower hemispheres of her bosom began to bulge out below it as well.� They were the size of ripe watermelons now, pink and swollen and so very heavy that Chrissie took a step backwards, fumbling helplessly for a chair to collapse into; she was utterly unaccustomed to supporting so much jigglesome tonnage, but even the furniture offered her little respite.� Her overfed bottom knocked the chair over before she could even lay a hand on it to steady herself, and desperate for support, Chrissie was forced to simply lean against a table as she felt herself continuing to blow up like a very soft and very bouncy balloon.

�� As if the massive expansion of her breasts had somehow shattered all restraint on her gaining, the rest of her figure now started to grow at the same rapturously extreme rate.� Chrissie's belly trembled as it endured another round of force-fattening.� It groaned with fullness, it soon reached a size that would make a woman nine months pregnant blush at its ampleness.� Chrissie felt the elastic of her panties stretching tighter and tighter beneath the bulging overfullness of her belly.� The taut band slowly pulled across the sensitive underside of her ripening as she grew heavier, and her belly button grew deep and indulgent as the flesh surrounding it grew increasingly overloaded with fat.� Chrissie felt the sides of her belly stretching outward as well; it tickled arousingly, and she found herself reaching down to stroke the sides of her opulently distended middle.� She was so fat now that she thought she ought to be ready to burst, but to her surprise, her huge, lush tummy remained sensuously soft and supple.� Chrissie felt herself being gently pushed away from the table she was leaning on; her butt was fattening up so fast that it was almost frightening to experience.� Gallons upon gallons of fat were pumping into her overstuffed bottom; it quivered as it was made to hold even more than it already did, until it was so sumptuously immense that Chrissie wondered if she might not spill out over both sides of the chair now, just as Mara did.� Her panties had become painfully tight now; they had been made for a girl of a hundred and ten pounds and now, as Chrissie ballooned beyond what she was sure was three hundred, she could feel them starting to rip from the strain.� Her hips blossomed wider and wider as her figure grew ever more replete; she no longer simply had an hourglass figure, she was the very embodiment of one, as her body grew broader and more indescribably voluptuous with every pound that she gained.� Chrissie spread her feet apart again, her thighs plumpened up fatter and fatter until they became so very fat that she couldn't even stand without squeezing their jiggling bulk together tightly, her knees trembling to support her ever-increasing weight.

�� Chrissie wondered just how long this could go on, how much more could that muffin possibly fatten her up?� How huge, how fat could her body withstand becoming?� She looked at Mara with pleading eyes; Mara looked back, and simply smiled, and nodded her head no.

�� Suddenly, Chrissie felt her rate of gaining increase immeasurably.� Another fifteen gallons of fat was stuffed into her overfed belly in an instant; and she ballooned from a woman who looked like she was well past being ready to deliver to being a woman dangerously overdue with triplets as her belly, though still as soft and yielding as ever, creaked as if it was about to burst.� Her ass inflated with fat until it was so vast that Chrissie was afraid to even lean against it; it quivered like she was being pumped full of jelly, and at the rate she was gaining still more, Chrissie wasn't sure how much more of this her overstuffed bottom could take.� Her breasts expanded at an almost explosive rate; in the span of a few seconds, they nearly doubled in size, stretching Chrissie's top to transparency as they spilled out of it above and below.� Her massive mammaries rested weighed ponderously on top of her fertile belly, her bosom stacking up so high that Chrissie was able to feel the soft, swelling flesh of her breasts pressing against her self-indulgent double chin.� They were so titanic now that her rosy and well-stretched areolae were beginning to peek out from underneath her top, though their twin circles, each the size of a dessert plate, were plainly visibly through the sweat-soaked fabric.� The seconds tickled by with agonizing slowness; each one that passed left Chrissie fattened that much more beyond what she had ever imagined was possible.� Surely, she thought, she had to be nearing her limits, her entire body was straining to hold each new pound that was forced upon her, and those new pounds were being forced upon her at the rate of ten a second or so.� Chrissie closed her eyes; she couldn't look, she couldn't stand to see her breasts, already so overloaded with fat that she worried that even if she survived this ordeal, she would be left with a pair of tits so breathtakingly overinflated that she wouldn't be able to even get dressed or fit behind the wheel of her car.� The seams of her top finally split apart as fat continued to flow into her breasts, rushing into them as if it were determined to fill her overladen breasts far beyond their capacity.� They were the size of beach balls now; they weighted deliciously heavy against her spectacular belly, trembling as they were forced to contain even more.� Chrissie felt her belly and her butt stop expanding, as if they realized that they had already had more than their fill, but her breasts still drank it in thirstily, heedless of how indescribably swollen and juicy they had become.� She felt their weight increasing as they grew heavier and heavier, hanging pendulously against her titanic belly as they expanded across more and more of it.� Chrissie was� frightened now; they were so utterly overfilled that they were starting to throb with fatness, they ached for relief as her skin stretched and stretched to hold even more fat, her pale breasts wobbling like a pair of balloons filled to bursting with gelatin, filling with more and more and more until Chrissie wanted to scream, but was afraid of doing anything to disturb her bosom, already fattened to a degree vastly beyond what was safe.� Chrissie felt as if she were ready to explode.� She felt as if she were ready to come.� She felt as if she couldn't endure another second of this, and she felt like she could keep doing this all day long.� She felt all these things at once, and then she felt it stop.

�� Chrissie opened her eyes, still feeling very lightheaded and dizzy from her ordeal.

�� Well, I certainly didn't think you would eat the whole thing like that,� Mara remarked, a look of obvious admiration in her eyes, �My, but you look like a new woman compared to the skinny little girl I've been giving coffee to all this time.� How do you feel?�

�� I- I don't know,� was all that Chrissie could manage at first, �I feel enormous, like I'm so fat I'd pop if someone stuck me with a pin.� This is permanent, isn't it?�

�� Oh yes, it most certainly is,� Mara said with an approving smile, �This is the new you from now on.�

�� Cool,� Chrissie said, trying to explore the new contours of her body without being too obvious about how stimulating even the slightest touch now was, �I think- I think I could get used to this.�

�� Well, my dear, I hope you can.� If you're going to be working for me then you'll only be gaining more being around all these sweets day in and day out,� she said as she looked Chrissie over again, �Goodness, but you've gotten so much bigger than I was expecting you would.� Still, it'll be nice to have another woman around to help out here, though I don't suppose you'll be much better at fitting into the smaller cupboards than I am, at least not for long anyways.�

�� What do you mean, how fat was I supposed to get just now?� Chrissie asked, curious as to just how far she had grown beyond Mara's expectations.

�� Chrissie, I was thinking you'd be in good shape to work here if you came out at two hundred fifty by the time I was done with you,� Mara said, shaking her head with disbelief, �But just look at you now; I'd be amazed if you're a pound under four fifty!� Gracious, look at how top heavy you are too, you might be closer to five hundred come to think of it.� If that talent of yours for gaining weight holds up, in a few months you'll be bigger than me all over, not just in the bust.�

�� Wow...five hundred pounds,� Chrissie breathed, letting that big, round number roll off her tongue before impishly adding, �And what happens if I do end up getting even fatter than you?�

�� Well, it's my bakery; I can't be only the second fattest woman who works here, no, that won't do at all,�� Mara said with mock alarm, �I suppose though, that if you have your heart set on gorging yourself until we have to get the kitchen door widened, then well, I expect I'd have to choice but to start stuffing myself even more than I already do, just to keep you in your place.�

�� So, I guess that means you wouldn't happen to have another of those muffins lying around like the one I already had, would it?� Chrissie asked innocently.

�� What, another one, already?� Mara asked, �Gracious me, do you have any idea how huge you'd end up if you ate another one of those right now?� Do you know how dangerous that could be for a woman so recently fattened to the very limits of her capacity?� Goodness, you already look like you're ready to pop!� No, I can't be having any employee of mine tipping the scales at at eight hundred pounds, or however ridiculously big you'd be after another one of those things had its way with you.� No, if you want to keep packing on the pounds, you'll have to go about it the same way everyone else here does.� Anyways now, you're okay to walk then are you?� The lunch crowd will be coming in before long, and my customers can hardly come in and find us standing here, you nearly naked from busting out of your clothes and all.�

�� What should I do then?� Chrissie asked, suddenly acutely aware of just how very little coverage her overstretched and barely-there panties allowed her.

�� Go back through the kitchen and turn right at the second door,� Mara told her, �I've got a few� of my old uniforms stored back there; you should be able to find something that fits you well enough until I can introduce you to Lisa and get you fitted for a proper uniform.� Hurry along now then, Thursdays are always busy at lunch; I'll need your help out front as soon as you're ready.�

�� Okay, second door, got it,� Chrissie repeated, as she made her way to the kitchen.

�� Being this size, she realized, was going to take some getting used to.� Her spreading hips rolled with every step she took now, her immense belly swaying heavily as she moved.� Every time her foot hit the floor, Chrissie felt her rear wobbling like a water bed in an earthquake, and every one of these motions seemed to work their way up and make her breasts, each distended with fat until they were the size of bean-bag chairs, bounce uncontrollably.

�� I hope Mara has a few bras back here too, Chrissie thought to herself, otherwise the customers this afternoon are going to be in for a real treat.� Oh, here it is, second door on the-

�� And then she paused mid-step, her body still jiggling enticingly, as she saw something sitting on the cooling rack nearby.� Amid a dizzying variety of pastries too numerous to describe sat another one of those muffins, three times the size of any of the others, and still so hot that steam was rising gently from it.� Chrissie looked out towards the front of the shop; the bell had just rung, and she could hear Mara greeting the first customer of the afternoon.� Chrissie grabbed the muffin, ducked into the storeroom, and locked the door behind here.

�� Well, Mara's going to have to really stuff herself if she wants to keep up with me, Chrissie thought to herself, and with a very self-satisfied smile, she took her first bite.