Sasha

Chapter 1

Nineteen-year-old Sasha had just graduated from sports school and was preparing to enter university at the sports department.

She valued and loved her figure — slender, but not without curves — and she always wore tight jeans, which further emphasized her long legs and rounded butt. And of course, with blouses, T-shirts or fashionable sweaters — Sasha didn’t have a single gram of excess fat, she had a plump, lush bust and round buttocks, and all toned muscles.

She also loved baking (both as a process and as a result) but with her classes, any excess calories were immediately burned off. Wanting to earn extra money, Sasha got a job in a pastry shop with her best friend.

Amit, her same year old, was a more than plump young lady. Which is not surprising: while Sasha was sweating in sports school, Amit took over the family business, and she adored delicacies since childhood. Her family was specialists in Moroccan food, and after Amit was taking it over from her retired parents, as a result, in three years she gained more than forty kilos and now weighed something like 120 kilos. Sasha couldn’t understand how her friend had brought herself to this point. Soon this understanding came to her.

Amit slowly taught her the intricacies of the craft. The products turned out to be fantastic. Well, in the process, her friends constantly ate up the “leftovers”...

Six months later, Sasha realized that she couldn’t fit into her jeans. She swore the last words and took a good look at herself in the mirror. It has grown in breadth, one might say, and everywhere.

At the university they had already hinted to her that she seemed to have gained weight, but she brushed it off – “it doesn’t matter, I’ll lose it all in a moment! I didn't throw it off.” She would say.

Sports training has so far allowed her to stay on par with the others, but... soon after she ran to Amit and climbed on the scale she was amazed to see she was ten kilos fatter, in course of six months!

With her height of 1.77 meter, she is not yet obese, but... Sasha said in horror that she would no longer take a crumb of sweets into her mouth. To which Amit snorted and pulled out a cake from the refrigerator, which she had baked especially for Hannukah and hadn’t even put it on the counter, saving it “for her own people.”

Sasha said that her decision was as solid as reinforced concrete... ... the cake did not survive until the morning.

Another six months passed, Sasha barely had enough strength to study and her determination to continue moving along her chosen path had almost dried up. She had to buy new jeans, but still preferred to wear tight-fitting clothes that emphasized her bulges, fortunately: she still couldn’t be called overtly fat, but... Sasha didn’t know what to do next. Plus another fifteen kilos. 25 per year. 95 kilograms is generally a normal weight for the average Israeli housewife, but not for a sophomore in the sports department! How she bulked up so quickly... And she liked to be just like that, that’s the worst thing!

Amit chuckled quietly into her fist, since she was directly involved in Sasha’s gain. And she continued to take it, whenever possible, feeding her friend delicious treats according to family and personally invented recipes...

Every morning, almost at the same time, a young man appeared in the confectionery shop, as if observing the changes in Sasha’s figure. And then one day he ordered a few extra cakes, but with the condition that Sasha eat it all herself. Surprised and even slightly frightened by such an offer, she, however, could not resist and gobbled them up “without leaving the cash register.” Which has continued almost every day since then.

Another Six months, and Sasha could no longer NOT be called fat. 115 kilos. However. she left the university on her own, without waiting for expulsion, and devoted herself to what she had previously considered just a hobby: food.

Amit has long made this hobby her profession. This morning Sasha was completely exhausted. Not surprising, given her gluttony. And when she finally sat down with relief and dug her teeth into the donut, her admirer appeared.

“Let me feed you,” he smiled and fed the sugar-coated ring to the blushing young lady. Then he ordered three buns and half a cake. The latter moved along the counter towards Sasha: “You look hungry today. This is for you.” She automatically took the spoon, blushing even more... and began to put piece after piece into her mouth. And the young man finally introduced himself, his name was Omer, and he invited Sasha for a cup of coffee this evening. She squeezed out an “yes” and grinned. When Omer left, she finished the cake... and took herself another one of the “sold goods.” she devoured it safely too. The day was generally uneventful, except for an agitated Sasha who chewed constantly.

Having cleaned up after work, in the evening she climbed on the scale again. 135 kilos. Plus sixty-five in less than two years: Schoolmates who had not seen her all this time would not recognize her now. Previously slender and fit, now she was blurry and literally swaying all over. Finding decent clothes for a date wasn't easy—everything was getting too tight again.

But Sasha, beaming with anticipation, did not care about this insignificant detail. And Omer was in seventh heaven when Sasgha, having finished her fifth cake, asked with an embarrassed look if he would mind if she ordered an even larger portion of ice cream. He replied that she could eat as much as she wanted.