Chapter 1 - working in the cafe

It was a Friday morning and I'd just started a degree. I thought I'd like to get out of the house to separate work and education.

After all, working from home the rest of the week can get a bit tedious. And the cafe has fresh cakes and pastries... and women eating them.

I setup my laptop and notepad and waited for my coffee and muffin to be bought over. I plugged in my headphones and turned on my concentration playlist.

The server tapped me on my side to get my attention as I hadn't really left enough room. The feeling of her hand on my doughy belly made me a little flustered. I thoroughly enjoyed my own new weight but wasn't entirely used to strangers touching it.

She placed down my coffee and muffin and I noticed I had a little piece of chocolate brownie on my saucer. Nice addition, I thought, and scoffed it in one bite. I'll like it here.

I started my work whilst sat in the window and was racing through the modules. Easy, this.

From time to time a silhouette would catch my eye as people passed on the busy road outside. I admired some beautiful women, laughed at some people trying to control their dogs, and wondered how on earth several children hadn't been run over.

About an hour into my work and I was about to leave the cafe so I didn't overstay my welcome. As I was about to hit shut down on my laptop, a young woman in all blue uniform caught my eye.

She was by no means fat, but she was super curvy and walked with the confidence of a catwalk model. And a face to match.

Her blue trousers were tight to accentuate her curvy behind. Her blouse matched and looked like it was having some trouble containing her ample breasts. If she'd have been 100lbs heavier, she'd be just my type.

I paused shutting down my laptop to let my mind wander as she entered the bakery immediately opposite my seat in the cafe.

I only noticed time had passed when my laptop screensaver popped up. Wow, I'd been daydreaming for 15 minutes and she hadn't left the bakery yet. Maybe there was a queue?

I tapped my screen back to life and as if by magic, she exited the bakery with a tray too big for her to comfortably carry.

This would explain the wait. She's ordered for the entire office, surely.

As I was about to admit defeat in my fantasy, I couldn't help but notice that her already-tight blouse was now untucked.

Was this because of her awkward carrying position with the tray? Probably.

But there was something nagging my brain that sensed there was more to this. Probably just a fantasy, I told myself.

I left the cafe and headed home to finish my work for the morning before lunch, taking a slight detour to find a building where everyone wore all blue...