chapter 5 (had to split ch.4 because of wordcount)

"Mmmm" she cooed involuntarily, rocked back on her heels by the flavor, the moist texture, it was perfect. It was more than perfect, she couldn't explain it but there was something about it unlike anything she'd ever had. Her reverie was interrupted by a cute giggle from the kitchen.

"Do you like it?" the girl grinned slyly causing Sarah to jump. The girl was now wearing a white apron over her clothes.

"I'm sorry! ... Everything smells so good, I couldn't help it!" Sarah blurted, covering her mouth with one hand.

"I know," was all the girl replied. Silently watching Sarah.

"... I came back here to say thank you for helping me. I don't know how I'll ever repay you. And I'm really sorry if I'm getting in the way of your plans." The girl gave her a quizzical look, and Sarah gestured to all the food laid out, but she shook her head.

"No plans," she said simply. "Always like this."

"Do you work for that bakery?" Sarah asked, suspecting the answer.

"Apprentice," the girl explained, nodding. "practice makes perfect she says."

"I don't think you need practice, it is perfect!" Sarah gushed.

"Not perfect," the girl shook her head. "Doesn't sell." Sarah didn't know what to say to that. Where to begin? She felt bad for them then, having a bakery and trying so hard for perfection in a town where everyone was terrified of getting fat.

"Come." The girl took the blanket from Sarah, who gave it up only reluctantly, and tossed it over a chair, then took Sarah's hand and lead her to a high chair at the counter. "Sit," she commanded. Sarah felt very exposed sitting up there in her too-tight clothes with no blanket to hide behind. She could suck in her little belly to an extent, and did, but not the rest of her abundance.

The girl quickly came back with a heavily laden platter carrying at least two of everything Sarah had seen thus far, and set it before her. "Eat," she said staring at Sarah expectantly. "Want to thank me? Then eat," she added when Sarah made no move. "Be my taste tester. Tell me what you like better."

Sarah stared down at the richly piled platter flabbergasted. She couldn't eat all that even if she wanted to, she wanted to protest. But the aroma melted her will like so much butter, and instead she only stammered "I can't ... I don't ... " Before she could finish a sentence something like a cannoli - but chocolaty and a thousand times better - entered her mouth and made saying anything difficult.

The girl giggled, slowly pushing it in with a daintily outstretched fingertip. "Eat."

Sarah's eyes went wide, then rolled back into her head. She'd have cursed - in rapturous awe - if her mouth wasn't stuffed with some kind of buttery frosting. If she hadn't been sitting, well, she would have been sitting after that, in the less dignified involuntary manner. Her mind swam - in fact it almost felt like she was underwater. What was happening?

"Whaa?" Was all Sarah managed to get out. Ashe put a hand on Sarah's thigh and leaned in to plop another treat in her mouth, cutting off the question.

"Which is better?" she asked the now obviously inebriated girl, smirking knowingly. Sarah waved drunkenly at the first one. "Okay now these two." And so it went.

Finally Sarah held up a hand "Too full. No more." Ashe quickly produced a cup of tea, promising it would help. Downing it quickly, Sarah suddenly felt very sleepy. It had been a long stressful day after all. Leaning back, sideways to the counter - and away from the tray of sweets - Sarah managed to slur out a question as her eyelids drooped.

"Why ... why don't you be your own ... taste-tester?"

"Because," the thinner girl replied nonchalantly as she took off her apron, and picked a small pastry, "I'd get fat." Poking her finger into Sarah's uncovered bellybutton and wobbling it around as if to punctuate her point. Sarah giggled and squirmed involuntarily - she was very ticklish - and turned beet red. She turned and opened her mouth wide in shock, or perhaps to shout her displeasure, but the thin girl was right there on top of her, having nimbly climbed up the chair's rungs, into Sarah's lap, planted her hands on Sarah's shoulders, leaned down with the pastry hanging out of her mouth and inserted it into Sarah's surprised lips.

Maybe it was the drugs, the primary effect now obvious even to Sarah, but feeling the slender girl on top of her, pressing her soft but firm body into Sarah's squishy one, teasing her, pinching her, squeezing her plump bottom, Sarah had never felt more turned on in her life. But I like boys? she thought, confused. As she fell backwards into unconscious oblivion Sarah heard a whisper in her ear "Don't worry, piggy, we'll have plenty of time to play together. You're too skinny. She'll want you much fatter."