Gwen was a tall women with a sturdy frame. Her brown hair hung down to her shoulders, and her white baker's uniform was carefully altered to show off her legs. Due to what could only be a cosmic joke, she had ended up running a bakery, despite her own pride at having such a envious figure. She Gwen hummed sweetly to herself as she turned the locks on the front door of her bakery. It was the first day in her life that she had bought a lottery ticket, and she won the jackpot!
"Now I have no excuse not to sell the property." Gwen thought. "There can turn this place into a wal-mart for all I care."
No more selling desserts to obese, food-addicted women. No more dealing with overweight children and their birthdays cakes. No more chastising her fat-bottomed employees, whose sticky fingers were constantly swiping the merchandise whenever Gwen's back was turned. And best of all...
Gwen glanced fearfully at the glass case in front of her, which held rack after rack of cakes and pies.
No more temptation to....
Gwen's stomach growled. Licking her lips, she emptied the cash register and sat on a stool, counting her money with a smug smile.
"Why shouldn't I help myself to something just this once?" she rationalized. She set the money down on he counter and reached her hand for a big chocolate cupcake, covered with icing and bulging from its wrapper. "After all," she thought as she lovingly removed the wrapping, "I don't have to worry about buying bigger clothes anymore. I don't have to impress men anymore...." Within seconds after the icing grazed Gwen's lip, the entire cupcake was shoved inside her mouth, turning her face into a gooey mess. She moaned, chewing her mouthful with gluttonous ecstasy.
"I've wanted to do that for 4 years." she thought, giggling at her own voraciousness.
Gwen looked over at a nearby cheescake, her face still covered in icing, and bit her lip. "I suppose it would be a waste to just give all this food away..." A little voice in the back of her mind urged her forward. "I could never sell it all. Most it of it would probably go stale. We can't have that, can we?" Almost without her knowing it, her fingers slowly wiggled toward the cake...
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