Chapter 2 - a ful(filling) surprise

There's not a great deal of industry in my town. So finding that the local bank was the only place that the bakery girl could work was easy.

But my next step was not so easy.

Wait, what is my next step? What have I set out to do? I asked my brain what was going on.

She was attractive, yes. Very, in fact.

Her curves were undeniable, yes. Anybody would find her hard to resist.

But, I'm into big girls. Really big girls usually.

My brain wouldn't let it go. Something was telling me I had to pursue whatever that nagging was in my brain.

I entered the bank. I'd never actually been in before - only used the cashpoint on the wall outside.

I had it all figured out.

Pretend the machine didn't work and, if anyone asked, say I was looking for an alternative cash point. Sneak a peek at the girl from the bakery... who by now I should call the girl from the bank, and leave having withdrawn some cash and put out the fire in my mind.

I was disappointed.

I couldn't find the girl from the bank.. who was back to being the girl from the bakery.

Where else would you go with a loaded tray from the bakery? Surely straight back to work. She couldn't carry anything else, that's for sure. And none of her colleagues had scampered off to the kitchen...so she definitely hadn't returned.

One thing I've learned after years of office work is that when someone returns with baked goods, people flock to them.

That's one of the reasons I started working from home.

Side story:

I started working in a busy office aged 18, slim and slender around 160lbs. I got in with the gym crowd and gained a fair bit of muscle. I was 185 lbs when I went on holiday with my new "hot body" and thoroughly pleased when slim girls in bikinis approached me by the pool.

But it was never slim girls that attracted me.

Except for this girl from the bakery.

Realising that I was only maintaining a "good" body for the gym crowd, I feigned an injury and stopped going for a month, then another month, then a year came around and I'd lost my additional 25 lbs of muscle and transformed it into not just 25lbs of fat but an additional 20 lbs on top of that.

I was conflicted and thought that consuming all the donuts, cakes, and pastries that my collegaues bought in was getting dangerous.
And my former gym buddies had not only noticed but started to make jibes at my softer body and tighter clothes.

So I started working from home.

Not to maintain a better body - but so I wasn't humiliated in front of the office any more.

Now, I eat as much as I want - and often more - in the comfort of my own home. I've since gained an additional 30 lbs this year. I love every single one.

I set off back home:

Maybe I'd got the wrong bank. The wrong business. Maybe I mistook the uniform for something else. Maybe she got in a car and worked elsewhere.

Oh well. One fantasy unfulfilled.

I turned the corner to head through the park and down the hill, ready to get back to my work.

And there she was, sat on the bench.

I was about 20 yards away from her and could see the tray was half empty.

Strange, I thought. She was really struggling with the weight of the tray - and why would the bakery give her such a big tray for so few cakes?

I strolled past as casually as I could, noticing the heat in my cheeks and hoping I hadn't gone too red as I passed.

Next, I felt the heat transfer to immediately to my crotch as I saw the crumbs down this woman's blouse.

My heart raced and I imagined the crumbs on her exposed cleavage. How this blouse remained buttoned I do not know.

I picked up the pace as I had to get out of there fast.

Was the girl from the bakery really sat in the park filling herself on a tray of cakes and fulfilling my fantasy?

I'd become thoroughly distracted from my work.