Faye's Bakery by Windpop

Chapter 1

"Shit, shit, shit...!" After car trouble that morning, Emma had to resort to running... Well, a light jog, to work. She wasn't too far away, but for a short, 300-pound woman, wildly out of shape, it had left her with sweat forming on her forehead and a loud gasp leaving her lips. Worst of all, she had to skip breakfast, her growling stomach only adding to her current situation.

She swore there had to be some kind of food establishment on the route she was headed so she could grab a quick bite to eat, but they weren't open yet or were considerably further away than she thought. Emma had to pause for a second, clutching her chest as she dropped her butt onto a bench to catch her breath. "I should have gone to the gym all these years..." she grumbled to herself, touching the fat on her belly in dismay.

However, those thoughts didn't linger long as the smell of baked goods filled the air. She turned her attention to the source of it, to which was a brightly colored and almost hypnotizing entrance to a bakery labeled "Faye's Bakery." She could have sworn it wasn't there when she first sat down, but her stomach growled loud enough to catch the attention of a passing man and then she knew she had to at least get something to eat, even if it wasn't., the healthiest breakfast in the world.

The smell only grew stronger once she walked through the doors of the bakery, almost as if it enveloped her and washed away all of her previous worries. She no longer thought about her weight or about being late for work, but about how hungry she was.

"Welcome to Faye's Bakery! Owned and operated by the one and only Faye, at your service. So what are you looking for today, miss?" A voice snapped Emma out of her initial trance and brought her attention back to the counter. There was a petite looking woman standing there who was presumably Faye, offering a cheerful smile and almost wanting to serve her.

"Ooh yeah!" Emma walked to the counter to be served. "I just want a... Uh... Huh. You know what? I actually don't remember why I came here..."

Faye just chuckled, "We have a lot of that here. I'll tell you what, why don't you have a seat and I'll bring you our products to try?" Before Emma could respond, Faye had already disappeared out the back. She could barely complain because her feet still hurt from... Whatever she had been doing before coming in here. She headed to one of the booths, noticing that no one else seemed to be here. Both staff and clients.

The booth was relatively comfortable, the chair itself was small, and although it was designed for two people, she filled it easily. The table was sinking into her stomach, causing her to spill a little onto the table. Faye couldn't help but ogle at her customer as she returned with four large pies to start, each a different flavor. Faye then handed a fork to Emma, knowing for a fact that it wouldn't take her long to get rid of it.

Emma seemed a little hesitant. She knew she had a big appetite, but four cakes the size of these seemed excessive. However, this kind bakery owner was giving them to her on her own recommendation, it's not like she could say no. Taking a relatively large bite of the first cake, Emma's eyes widened as an explosion of flavors hit her tongue. It was easily the best cake she had ever tasted, shoving three more bites into her mouth before tossing it aside and using her hands instead (just as Faye had predicted).

Faye herself took a seat on the opposite side of the booth, resting her chin in her hands as she watched Emma eat. It had been a while since she had gotten any... "Business" and she couldn't have asked for a better client to break that dry spell.

"Still hungry?" Faye hummed as she stacked the now empty cake tins.

Emma's eyes widened because she didn't even realize that she had eaten so much, almost as if she was under a spell of some kind. However, she clearly had done it, as berry stains decorated her face, fingers, and her dress. She was about to open her mouth but her stomach cut her off, growling once more. "I'll be right back, then." The baker left with a wink that made Emma's cheeks blush.

The next thing Faye took out were three large dishes that had cupcakes, brownies and cookies in each of them respectfully. There had to be at least three dozen of each article, but once again Emma ate them all in quick succession and ease. After that, it was a three-layer, three-layer chocolate cake, almost half the height of Faye herself. She had realized how tight Emma's dress was starting to get with how much her stomach protruded. Once she placed the chocolate cake on the table, she lightly poked her fat with her index finger, feeling that it would be better if Emma had some "extra space."

"So, what do you think so far? I can only assume that it's good because you're eating like you can't stop! Even if you wanted to." A diabolical smile painted Faye's face, who fortunately was mostly hidden behind the cake. She couldn't wait until Emma was at the final level to be able to see her improvements.

The results were better than she could have expected. Emma was slowly revealed as the handfuls ripped off the cake, and it seemed that she weighed at least 50 pounds more than she weighed before Faye interfered. Her dress was already tight when she came in, but now the seams were struggling to stay together on the sides. Her navel was an obvious blemish in the otherwise finely stretched material and it looked incredibly unflattering on it. Her stomach covered the table by at least another seven centimeters and her hips were slightly pinched on both sides of the booth chair.

Emma was barely slowing down either, if anything, she was accelerating. This newly discovered weight only made her more hungry and greedy, so much so that she took the plate now empty to lick all the excess of crumbs, glaze and the like.

"Hey hey hey!" Faye laughed foolishly as she took Emma's plate, a little worried that she would also eat it if she wasn't careful. "There's still a lot more, don't worry."

While Faye had gone once again to look for more food, Emma tried to get comfortable. She wasn't very sure where the sounds of tearing or clicking came from, but it was relieving some of the pressure she had on her stomach, so she continued to change her weight from one side to the other. Faye almost dropped the following portions when she found the sides of Emma's dress almost completely open, revealing rolls of fat desperate to go through the holes.

Following the trend of cakes, she placed four red velvet cakes the size of the original cakes. While Emma was distracted by stuffing her face, Faye gently brushed the exposed fat with her fingertips with astonishment.

"You may be the best client I've ever had." She exhaled, now starting to contemplate how much this girl could eat. "It's a shame that I never knew your name, but I think pig would look much better on you now anyway."

Emma's eyes met Faye's; she would say something about that, but her hands were too busy filling her mouth every second that she simply couldn't pronounce the words even if she tried. Although she was clear from her facial expression, she was upset and embarrassed. Abusing a little of her power, Faye grabbed one of the fat rolls between her fingertips and pinched it tightly. This made Emma scream loudly in an unmistakably pig-like way and Faye burst into a fit of laughter.

"Don't worry, pig, it was just me joking with you. I must admit that even though you have such a nice squeal ... "

By the end of the fourth red velvet cake, Emma had grown approximately 150 pounds since Faye's trial. Her dress could barely be held since most of it was made of shreds at this point, without leaving much to the imagination. Her belly was beginning to physically bend the cabin table as she grew, and the armrests of the chair were about to break. Her original double chin now found two more, eliminating any definition of jaw that was left.

Instead of immediately going to get more food, this time Faye took the opportunity to run her hands all over Emma's body, soaking all the new and old fat.

"You're starting to seem a little crushed in there, pig." She said as she punctured Emma's stomach, seeing the tip of his finger sink into the soft sagging. "And I doubt you can get out now. Instead, you'll just have to eat your way out, huh?" Faye's hands lingered on Emma's chest for a moment, before grabbing a breast with both hands and giving her a strong enough squeeze that made Emma complain.

"Perhaps pig was the wrong title, your udders are more like a cow ... I could milk you and use it in my recipe if I wanted to." She joked, now turning her attention to the main attraction. "But that belly is unmistakably a pig. I'm sure you would win a ribbon.

Either Emma wasn't choosing to say anything, or she couldn't. She was completely at the mercy of Faye at this point and the worst part? She didn't hate it. The touches and comments made her feel warm inside and she knew that that was not all due to the food that is currently digested in her stomach. However, the table was starting to be extremely uncomfortable and she knew that Faye was right that the only way she could get out was if she continued eating.

It was almost as if Faye had an endless supply of stock in the back room, as it never seemed to take long to grab more for Emma to get drunk on. At this point, the table had bent so much that there was no room for Faye herself to sit on the opposite side or for the food to be stable enough to stay on it. Instead, Faye began placing the plates on top of Emma's form. One plate for each of her breasts and then two more on her stomach.

She watched closely as Emma swelled more and more, breaking the armrests that allowed her fat to spill out to either side. Faye had to admit that she looked as delicious as the food she was eating; she couldn't wait for the eventual...CRASH.

The entire table surrendered to Emma, causing her to fall to the floor with a resounding echo against the tiles. Her legs were forced to open to make room for her belly to spill over her and between her thighs. The food that had been resting on her had fallen to the floor out of reach of her arms. Not wanting to waste it, Emma rocked forward on her hands and knees, leaning on her elbows and finishing off her remains.

Faye walked around her, getting a full 360 view of her now. Her hips and butt were double, if not triple, the size of her own petite body. Her belly hung low enough to press against the tiles and overflow on either side. Her breasts were also almost in the same state, only they were brushing the floor instead of physically touching.

"Aw... Look at you. I bet you couldn't wait to get on all fours, huh, pig? It suits you." She slapped her butt while she stood behind her, watching her fat jiggle and ripple from the impact.

"I'm impressed. You've gotten so fat in such a short time... And you're not done yet, are you?" Faye moved to meet Emma's face, kneeling to be eye level with her. She reached out to gather a collection of crumbs, frosting, and sauce on her finger, brushing it against Emma's bottom lip so she could lick it off.

"I like you, pig. You could be my personal taste tester! I'm sure you couldn't go back to your old life in your... ahem, state." Faye arched an eyebrow at her, bending down to grab her chin between her fingers. "How does that sound, hmm? Would you like that?" Emma nodded slowly, everything she had eaten in the small span of hours had been absolutely delicious. Not to mention that due to Faye's influence, she could barely remember anything before entering the bakery to begin with, but she was sure that it was far from interesting.

She could practically see the sparkles in Faye's eyes as her face lit up, grinning from ear to ear. "I knew you were the perfect client! However, if you're going to be my new taste tester... you're too skinny as you are." That was a blatant lie, being over 500 pounds at this point was hardly skinny. But Faye needed to make sure she had a big appetite. big enough to withstand endless hours of taste testing for her next 'customers' to walk through the door.

"Welcome to Faye's Bakery! Owned and operated by the one and only Faye, at your service. What are you looking for today then, sir?"

Emma heard the usual introduction for the tenth time echoing off the walls of the back room. Faye had given her plenty of things to entertain her during free hours when she wasn't working, but sometimes it got to a point where she was still so bored that all she could do was listen to Faye's rope in another 'client'..

At this point, she knew the routine by heart. After convincing them to sit down, she would take five... four... three... two... one before entering the back room. However, this time was different, for once Faye stopped for a moment to look at her despite being on work hours herself. A loving smile formed on her face as she approached Emma, gently stroking her hair.

"Can I offer you something, pig?" She asked in a soft tone, something she only did when she spoke to her and it made Emma's heart stop. Even though she shook her head in response, Faye still took a few more moments to run her hands over her body, knowing Emma's favorite places to make her gasp and moan. They had both lost count of how much she weighed at this point, but she was certainly approaching the thousands. Emma was well past the point of pig and more of a blob of fat with a head, though, frankly, that was a less snappy nickname.

"Don't worry, you're still my favorite. Nothing could replace you. Hold on tight and I'll make you something to eat soon, okay?" With a kiss on the forehead, Faye left with four sets of cakes for the customer.

A few hours passed and finally Faye closed the back door and collapsed onto her pig, burying her head in her fat and spreading her arms as far as she could over the mass. "He liked the new peanut butter frosting I gave him, Pig. "It was a good decision to add extra bits." She hummed, drawing little patterns on a small section of fat with her finger. "I bet you're hungry now, huh? I kept you waiting a little longer than I usually do." As if on cue, Emma's stomach growled at the mention of food, making Faye giggle in response.

"Well well. You don't need to tell me twice."