chapter 12

The next week came, and Aya was more ready than ever to start again. She had bought a brand new dress and some business outfits, that hid her girth exquisitely. She did up her hair, put on some make-up and was on her way. Her parents had surprised her with a new car the day before, as congratulations for getting a job, but they had purchased it days after she had got home and were just waiting for the best time to give it to her. She ate a sensible breakfast and rushed out the door. The bright sunny day was a perfect omen of what was going to come for her. She drove off and reactivated her social media. She scanned through and looked at how happy everyone else was and she was so happy to see that the world had moved on. When she got to work, she hopped out of her car and walked across the street to Ken's bakery. He helped his last morning customer and came around the counter to a surprisingly confident Aya who took his head, gave him a powerful kiss and thanked him for getting her all the way back to who she was. Ken simply smiled and pulled out two big boxes of doughnuts and cupcakes and set them on the counter in front of her. He placed his hand on her belly and whispered in her ear, "welcome back." before kissing her on the forehead and returning behind the counter. Aya swallowed and nodded looking down at her belly, she knew she'd have to tell him. She knew she'd have to give up his sweets and cooking or she'd never shrink down again. But, as she grabbed the sweets, she just argued with herself that it'll just have to wait. She wasn't going to bring the day down, with talk like that. She hustled the boxes over and as she pushed open the doors to the spa with her back, she could hear the girls cheering, not for her, but the sweets. Two of the younger front desk girls, grabbed the boxes and set them on the counter before screaming even louder that Aya was back and each gave her a big hug. Aya looked at the girls and noticed they were significantly heftier than the last time she saw them, but when she saw them dig into the box of doughnuts she sort of understood. The girls mindlessly grazed as Aya's old manager,Laura, popped out from the back and took Aya by surprise. Her once skinny, athletic health freak manager, was now sporting a prominent pot belly, her breasts significantly larger and her ass was barely confined in the fabric of her pants. Aya could only stammer as she was pulled into the tightest hug she'd felt in recent memory and watched Laura dart her attention to the sweets and begin popping a few into her mouth before Aya tried to ask what happened, before she thought back on the weekend and how stuffed she had bene. She turned her attention to the bakery and clenched her fists. Why was she angry? Why was she, jealous? Why did she feel as if she had been cheated on?

Aya stormed out suddenly and made her way over to Ken's, throwing the door open as he simply smiled and waved over at her. She huffed and stomped over to his counter and rested her slight gut on the counter for emphasis as she dug her nail into his chest and glared into his eyes. "You've been fattening those girls up haven't you?" Ken just laughed as he moved around the counter and approached her. Aya knew what he was doing and instinctually backed up, trying to keep her resolve steeled as she swallowed hard and felt his hand on her shoulder. "And what if I did? What if I had excess treats and decided to share them with my neighbors? Is that really so wrong? And what about you?" he kept pushing his finger against her shoulder, pushing her back again and again until she was pressed against the front window and he seemed to grow taller and taller with each step. Her chest began to ignite and her mouth ran dry as she heard him ask each rhetorical question. "You certainly didn't complain as you stuffed yourself silly. There was no gun to your head, there was no threat of danger. But, you just kept eating didn't you? And it felt good, so so good. Deep down you loved the liberation didn't you? You're lying to yourself and you know it. You don't want to be skinny, you don't want to restrain yourself. You want to let yourself go." Aya's eyes flashed between rage and lust back and forth again and again as she struggled before him. "Y you don't know me. You don't know who I am." She tried to rebel and felt his familiar fingers slide along her tense neck and tilt her head with an almost sinister grin. "Oh I know you, way more than you give me credit for. I won't stop sending the girls treats, I'm not going to waste a single morsel, but if you want them to stop eating," He shot his hands down and grabbed her belly firmly, stealing a ferocious kiss that made Aya feel like he was going to tear her clothes off and take her right there. "Then I recommend you get to eating. They can't get fat off snacks that aren't there can they?" Aya whimpered at his words and her stomach let out a low growl of hunger and she found herself subconsciously squirming infront of him. When she felt his hand on her cheek and his words and breath against her ear, she was defeated. "Good girl." Aya stumbled her way out of the bakery and eventually made her way into the spa, seeing the remaining half box of doughnuts, something overcame her and she found herself vigorously fisting each piece into her mouth, her eyes alight with hunger. She wasn't going to let him control those girls, not if she could help it.