chapter 4

Jessie and Emily finished off the rest of the brownies. The whole time they were eating, I was trying the best I could not to stare at their humongous asses. After they finished, Emily took a few steps back and leaned against the counter. Unbeknownst to her, I was already leaning on the same counter. “Emily!” I exclaimed, my voice muffled as I was crushed by the enormous woman in front of me. “Oops, sorry Mark, I didn’t see you there!” she said, taking a step forward. “I-it’s fine Emily...” I stuttered. She gave me a friendly smile.

The two girls switched into their work uniforms and put on their hairnets, about ready to start the workday. Emily grabbed one of my hands and asked “Hey, Mark, could you help me restock the display cases?” “Oh, uh sure Em-“ “No, I think Mark would rather help me remove the expired food from the display case, right?” Jessie interrupted, grabbing my other hand. “Oh, uh, sure thing Jess, I’ll-“ “No, he doesn’t know when each baked good expires, I think it’d be better if he helped me in the pantry” Emily said, tugging on my arm. “No, he can’t reach the higher shelves in the pantry, I think he’d be much more helpful with me at the display case.” Jessie said, also tugging on my arm. “Mark, how about you decide? Who do you wanna help?” Emily asked, looking down at me. “Um, er, I mean...well...we don’t know what we need to restock yet, so how about we all grab the expired food, then we all go to the pantry?” I responded, a bit unsure of myself. “That sounds like an excellent idea!” Jessie said, speaking to me but looking at Emily.

We all walked to the display cases together, both ladies still holding my hands. We had to take turns leaving the kitchen, as both girls were way too huge to fit through the doorway with another person. Both girls looked through the food in the display case, while I...well, stood there, unsure what to do. Like Emily said, I don’t really know which foods are expiring.

“Um...so...” I tried to break the silence, “w-what do you do with the food once it’s expired?” “We eat it!” Jessie exclaimed, taking a bite from a cookie. “But, I thought you said it was expired?” I inquired. Emily responded, “Well yes, but only by bakery standards. Once the food stops looking like a culinary masterpiece, and just looks like something from the grocery store, we eat it.” “Yeah, no sense in letting good food go to waste, am I right?” Jessie said, patting her gigantic belly, causing her boobs to wiggle around. “Wow, you gals sure do take your work seriously.” I commented, subtly side eyeing Jessie as her boobs wobbled. “We sure do!” Emily said, downing a cupcake. She too gave her fat belly a pat, also causing her boobs to wobble.

Once we finished grabbing all the food that needed replacing, we set it down on what the girls call the ‘snack counter’. “Jessie and I usually go here any time we get hungry.” “Wow, that’s a lot of food. How long does it take you two to finish it all?” “About a day,” Jessie responded. Oh fuck, did I just inadvertently call them fat? Just before I can correct myself, Jessie continued, “What can I say? Walking around all day preparing culinary masterpieces takes a lot of calories.”

We went to the pantry and started stockpiling our cart with replacements. I was stood between both girls as Jessie instructed me on which items to grab. Both ladies kept bumping their butts against me as they grabbed more stuff, but I’m sure they didn’t mean to. As we grabbed more food, I noticed Emily’s breasts wobbling around excessively.

“Hey, what are you looking at?” Emily asked. My face immediately turned red, “Er-uh, I was just, uh...wondering where you got your uniform from?” I said nervously. “Oh this? Jess and I designed these ourselves!” she exclaimed, tugging her shirt down a bit, “it’s a shame they keep shrinking in the wash, though! We keep having to replace them!” Jessie interjected, “all because our cheapskate landlord refuses to fix the washing machine! He keeps saying ‘we’re the only ones who are having this problem’”. “That sucks.” I commented. “It does! We must’ve blown through at least 20 sets of uniforms in the past few years! And this set is starting to shrink, too!” Jessie exclaimed, tugging her shirt down over her fat belly. “20 sets. 20 uniforms in each set, 10 for each of us. All ruined in just 3 years. If that doesn’t scream ‘something’s wrong with your washing machine’, I don’t know what does!” Emily exclaimed, grabbing the last of the food we needed from the pantry. “So wait, do you two have the same landlord?” I asked curiously. “Yeah, didn’t Jessie tell you? We’re roommates!” Emily exclaimed. “Yeah,” Jessie spoke, “after months of arguing about who gets to take home the leftover snacks each night, we eventually just decided to move in together so we could share. But we don’t usually have any leftovers anymore.” “Yeah, like she said, running a bakery takes a lot of calories.”

After we finished stocking up, Jessie got her keys and started heading out. “Wait what?” Emily asked her, “You can’t leave now! We were just about to open up, you’re already wearing your uniform!” “I know! I know! But we’re almost out of icing, and we have a wedding cake to finish! Hey, Mark, would you mind helping Emily with the bakery while I’m gone?” Jessie asked, looking down at me, her fat double chin bulging out in the process. “Um...s-sure thing Jessie...” I stuttered nervously. “Thanks, cutie!” she exclaimed, giving me a big fat hug. “Ahem!” said Emily. Rolling her eyes, Jessie gave Emily a hug. They really had to press their bellies together to reach close enough to hug. After grabbing two cookies, Jessie flipped the closed sign to open and waddled outside.

“Um, s-so Emily,” I said, looking up at her fat face, “what should we do first?” “Hmm, let’s see...first I want you to grab the last of the icing and bring it over to me. Could you do that for me?” she asked, leaning over so that her boobs (and her belly) hung down. “Um n-n-no problem,” I said, my face red, “wh-where is it again?” She giggled, her double chin jiggling in the process. “Over at the back of the pantry. I think you can find it.”

I followed orders and grabbed the last of the icing. When I got back, she was no longer wearing a shirt. She was standing there in her white bra, her gargantuan gut sticking outward as she leaned on a table. In fact, “leaned on” might be a bit of an understatement, as her butt covered up the entirety of said table and then some. “[GASP] Mark! You brought it!” She ran up to me and snatched the packets of icing. She then started sucking down each packet of the creamy substance. “Um, er, uh, Emily?” I asked as her giant tummy pinned me to the wall. “Mm-hmm?” She responded, looking down at me with big eyes. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” “Ugh, it’s SUPER hot in here. Don’t you agree?” She said, fanning herself with one hand, the arm motion causing her boobs to jiggle around amazingly. “B-but, what happens if one of your customers sees you like this?” “No worries, I flipped the sign back to closed!” “But...er, the windows-“ “ooh, good point, we should go somewhere more private.” She grabbed one of my arms and waddled to the restroom.

Once we got to the restroom, Emily started getting a lot more physical. After she finished her icing, she had both plump hands on me. “Emily, I don’t think we should do this!” I exclaimed.

She took a step back, “W-what do you mean?” “Look, you’re a nice girl, but...I like Jessie. I don’t think I can do this to her.” “What are you talking about? You two aren’t dating yet, right?” “I mean...no, but...I mean” “...Look, Mark,” she spoke softly, “I know you and Jessie have been through a lot, but...I feel something between you and me. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel it too, then I’ll let it go.”

I stood there for a moment, silently. She sighed, “I see. Well, I hope you and Jessie make each other happy.” “No, wait! I didn’t say—er, uh-“ “Yes?” “I mean...” My face is bright red as I try to figure out what I want. “Look,” Emily said, placing a hand on me, “I promise if slash when you and Jessie get back together, I’ll keep my hands off. In the meantime...” she placed my hands on her waist. “I mean...that is, if you’re okay with that...are you?” She asked. I nodded. She smiled. She then picked up her icing and finished the rest of each packet.