chapter 2

“So, that sure didn’t go as planned,” Anne mumbled to herself, her mouth hanging half open as she took in the mountain of sugary sweets piled on her kitchen table. Some part of her wanted to storm back upstairs and tell William what for. But, what was done was done, and she was nothing if not a woman of her word. Anyway, this was just a temporary thing. She’d have her money soon enough, she was sure. Until then, it could hardly hurt to have a little treat from time to time, so long as she didn’t let herself get carried away.

Breathing in the scent of the still warm things, Anne sighed and licked her lips. Before long, she was munching away – her broadening backside sticking out behind her as she gobbled up one buttery goodie after another. The damn things were just too damn tasty!

*

Months later, Anne shifted her feet as she waited, once more, for William to open his door.

“Hi,” she stroked her arm as he made his appearance, “you wouldn’t happen to be working on another batch of those cupcakes, would you? I’ve kind of run out again, you see…”

“Already?” he pursed his lips, raising a bushy eyebrow. “You sure did take a shine to those things.”

“I guess,” Anne shrugged, glancing away. “So, got anymore?”

William stopped a moment to study Anne, who felt her cheeks flush as his gaze drifted along all the bumps and bulges of her burgeoning body. Over the last few months, all those pastries of his had piled a good thirty pounds on her already rapidly swelling frame. Her freckled face had grown full and fat, her subtle chin resting on a chubby cushion of soft flab. The spare tire around her waist had continued to spread, until her doughy belly was peeking out past her boobs and her drooping love-handles had started to spill over her well-padded hips. Her once shapely and delicate figure had turned into a whopping collection of rippling rolls and folds. All of which, she knew, were only too visible through the strained fabric of the hopelessly tight dress she’d insisted on squeezing herself into that morning.

“Sure thing,” he said, at last, smiling ever so slightly. “Why don’t you come on in? As it happens, I’ve got this new recipe I’m working on.”

“Well," Anne licked her lips, "if you insist."