Imagine this; you are a 19 year old girl, you live in Beverly Hills, fashion is your passion, and on top of all that, you are a gorgeous blonde. Things should be great!...right? Well, now picture this:
You get knocked up at a party, so you have to drop out of college. Can it get any worse? Yes, as the father of your baby makes jack shit at his job, so you have to get one to. Can it get any worse? Yes, because you wind up working in a bakery which is owned by your aunt, who not only loves messing with people, but has no boundaries. Can it get any worse? Yes! Because even though you actual enjoy the work at times, a bakery is the worst place you could be stuck at. Your ass has already gotten huge from being pregnant, but now your sweet tooth comes out to play every day.
Admittedly, that last one was kind of a double edged sword. Andrea knew that she should stop sampling the merchandise for her waistline’s sake, but a lack of self-control combined with her aunt actually having no problem with her snacking on the job rendered that notion moot. At this point in the day, she had been filling the slow day, and her belly, with cookies, cookies, and more cookies. One after another, from chocolate mint to chocolate chip, she tossed cookie after cookie into her maw. Her cheeks bulged as she munched noisily, but soon she gulped down the latest treat before reaching for the next one. “Ugh, I’m totally going to get fatter!....But I can’t say no to you.” She said, unable to keep from smiling in the end. You might think she was talking to the babies in her belly, but instead, her words were for the belly itself. Even if she didn’t have little girls on the way, she would be going to town on her aunt’s inventory.
Once, Andrea had been a slim beauty that had plenty of guys, and even some girls, drooling. To be fair, just because she had put on weight did not mean she had lost her allure. It was just that her weight gain was no longer unnoticeable, and she hated that. At first, it wasn’t all bad; being pregnant had made her perky C-cup boobies turn into D-cup boobies, and after she started working at the bakery, the became DD-cups. Her hips and her booty had also gotten a nice wiggle to them, turning her once small and cute butt into one you just wanted to see dance and smacked. The problem was, once they started growing, they didn’t stop. Nowadays, her hips had caused more than one pair of pants to rip. Of course, the fact that her butt made it look like she was trying to stuff two hams into her clothes did not help either. Those buns shook like jello with every step she took. The only saving grace was that anytime Andrea walked past a snobby clique of girls from school, a strong hip check always knocked them onto their smaller asses. On top of that, her once long and slender legs, well they were still long, but now they were anything but slender. Meaty stalks now carried her pregnant self around, and now her thighs were beginning to dimple like cottage cheese. Her calves were also sadly catching up as well. Her arms had thickened to, and even her fingers were beginning to get a little pudgy. Speaking of pudge, her belly naturally took center stage in her new body…at least, when people saw her from the front. Even if she didn’t have hippo hips, that big gut jutting out would snap any waistband she had that wasn’t maternity style. At the very least, she did not have any stretch marks. Her belly looked amazingly smooth for as big as it was holding those twins. Still, apart from not being able to see her feet anymore, Andrea also now multiple jelly rolls down her sides. At last, there was her lovely face, which now also came packed with both a double chin, and puffy cheeks that at least gave her a cuter look. Andrea was now tipping the scales at 200 pounds, and she doubted she was going to stop there.
“Urp!” The soon to be mommy then found herself squeaking in embarrassment after her munching brought that up. The blush on her face only got worse when she then noticed a customer out of the corner of her eye. “Um…welcome to Bertha’s Bakery.” Even as she recited the greeting, Andrea soon groaned because she knew her words did not matter to this girl. She looked to be around her age, maybe a little younger. Either way, with that petite figure, long raven hair, and her nose already as high as the ceiling, Andrea could practically predict the words before they left the snob’s mouth, “Ugh, whatever. Look, I came here to figure out what my boyfriend needs to get me for our three month anniversary. So, can I get some help, or are you still on your second lunch break?”
The urge to slap that bitch was strong, but Andrea held back, no matter how much she didn’t want to. She needed the job, which meant putting on a stupid fake smile when the situation called for it. Still, she did comment on the weird thing that was said before the rude thing, “You tell your boyfriend what to get you?” Still giving her the stink eye, the prissy girl did end up answering her question, “Uh, yeah! He’s got no taste, so I need to help him on the easy crap before he steps it up to jewelry for our sixth month. So, are you going to help me out or not, preggo?”
“…..Could I interest you in my, I mean our cookies?” It took a few seconds, but the fake smile was indeed whipped out. While the judgement did not go away, the girl did at least take a look at the displays behind the glass. Eventually, she asked a simple question, “What’s in them?” Which then got Andrea to say this, “A little bit of heaven in every bite!” She couldn’t help it, and took that moment to snag another of those delectable treats. Her eyes sparkled and her smile was bright as she eyed the delicious confection before her. Pinched between her fingers, it soon became the latest to be chomped by her hungry jaws. However, in the midst of chewing, she realized how she had responded, and noticed the widened eyes of the snobby girl. Swallowing, for once reluctantly, Andrea put the half eaten cookie aside, and tried to continue on, “…Um, I, oh um, but seriously, I can’t tell you. My aunt would kill me if I talked about any recipes, and I totally need this job.”
“Ja! Damn right she does!” Her words were as loud as her footsteps, and both of them silenced the two girls. Andrea soon groaned as her aunt drew closer, and soon the other girl stuck her tongue out in disgust from what she saw.
Her face was just as round as her hair bun, with cheeks that bulged out so far, it looked like she was smuggling meatballs. Her chins were abundant in both size and numbers. No one had seen her neck in over a decade. Top it all off eyeliner and purple lipstick that was applied at the level that hookers considered subtle, and the mole near her left eye, and no one could forget Bertha Baker after they got just a glance of her. Her exact age was unknown. She never admitted the exact year she was born to her niece, not that Andrea cared all that much. Still, while there may have once been a time where she could lie about her age, those days were long gone. She was definitely in her 50s, the wrinkles around her mouth and eyes made that abundantly clear. Her purely grey hair helped to, all collected into a massive bun on top of her head. Andrea often wondered how much hair spray and bobby pins it took to keep that thing up, since it looked like her aunt let her hair down, it could both reach and cover part of her big fat ass! Such a notion would be quite a feat, as each of her butt cheeks looked like they would need at least five pairs of hands to cover completely, if not more so! That ass jutted out so wide and so far, it looked like it could be a seat for a normal sized person. Her belly was on the same level, a massive blob of blubber that was always emitting frighteningly loud bellows. If it wasn’t hungry, it was gassy, and both made people cringe with fear. With thighs that clacked together like thunder, cankles that wobble like the rest of her, arms that looked like huge sausages with much tinier ones on her hands, and breasts that pushed the limit of her E-Cup bras, Bertha’s body may have been old, but that didn’t make it any less imposing.
Stepping behind the counter, she moved right next to her Andrea and spoke again, “Hallo! Velcome to Bertha’s Barkery. I am Bertha Baker; yes, that’s not a joke, und dis lovely dish is my niece, Andrea.” Bertha then smacked her meaty palm against her niece’s big butt. Andrea yelped in both shock and pain as her jiggly butt began to dance, while pain rang out from the spanking. By this point, the skinny girl’s eye was twitching, and she couldn’t stand it anymore, “Okay, that’s it. Is there anything low fat in this dump? Cuz I seriously feel like I gained a few pounds just by looking at you two.”
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