The Bakery

Chapter 1 - The Encounter

I had moved into this new place a few days ago. The rent wasn’t too expensive and it was quite a nice flat. I had noticed there was a bakery just below my apartment, but with the moving in and everything, I hadn’t yet taken the time to go check it out. That evening, I was coming home to find that the bakery was still open. I had nothing better to do, so I went inside. The air was warm and filled with scent of various baked goods. The shelves were stocked with cakes of all sorts, pastries and pies. I immediately started feeling hungry.

The ringing of the bell from the front door alerted the baker. He came from the kitchen in the back, and stopped at his counter. My jaw must have dropped a bit when I saw him: he was a young man, though probably older than me by a few years, he was tall, around 6’4” or 195cm. He had a sharp, very masculine-looking jaw, big blue eyes, and nice light red hair. But what was almost impossible not to notice was his muscles: the guy was huge. He had arms easily thrice the size of mine, and I could see his big pecs stretching out his tight black shirt underneath his apron.

I must have been looking at him a bit too long, because he chuckled and said: “Can I help you with anything?” I blushed and quickly looked away, before coming back to his blue eyes. “Yeah, I’m just the new neighbour. I moved in upstairs, so I wanted to come and say hi!” I said, trying to sound as chill as possible while my eyes couldn’t leave this hot man’s body before them.

He smiled broadly and came towards me. At only 5’5” or 165cm, he was absolutely towering over me. Besides, I was not only small but also very thin, and not at all muscular. I must admit that the size difference between us was quite a turn-on.

He extended his hand towards me with a charming smile. “Nice to meet you! I’m Aaron, I run the bakery. What’s your name, darling?”

I reached for his hand and shook it. “I’m Ash, nice to meet you too.” His presence was making me a bit shy and nervous, but I was determined not to let it override me.

“Ash…” He said, with his low, deep voice. “That’s a lovely name.” He leaned back, resting his elbows on the counter, which made his biceps and pecs flex slightly. “Is there anything you’d like to try?” He said, before quickly adding: “As a welcome gift from the house!”

I had to admit that the sweet smell of pastries was starting to get me a bit hungry. “That’s… that’s very nice of you!” I said. “What would you have me try out?”

He paused for a second and looked at me with a mischievous look, that I didn’t understand then. “I just finished a new cake. It’s chocolate, very creamy and very sweet. Do you want a slice?”

There seemed to be something-something in his voice while he offered me, but I paid it no mind, figuring he was just a very welcoming guy. I nodded. “Yes, I’d love that!” I might have sounded a bit too enthusiastic, but he just smiled and went to the back kitchen to grab it.

He came back with a very, very large slice of a triple chocolate cake, which he had topped with extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce. “Wow! This looks delicious, but I don’t know how I could eat all of that!” I said with a chuckle. Aaron looked into my eyes and smiled gently. “Just try it, and you’ll see!”

He handed me the plate and a fork, and I grabbed a first bite: I couldn’t help but let out a small, satisfied moan as I tasted the delicious creamy chocolate. It was easily one of the best cakes I’d ever had in my entire life! I quickly picked up another bite, and another, and so on. Soon, the whole slice of cake was gone, and I let out a satisfied sigh.

“You enjoyed it, I take it?” Aaron said with a chuckle. I nodded. “Yes, you’re an amazing baker!” I said. He smiled and gave me a strange look. “Thanks,” he said. ”Would you like the whole cake to take home with you?” I was about to say no when he added. “I’m gonna close the shop soon anyways, and it won’t be as good tomorrow.”

“That’s very nice of you,” I said, embarrassed. He shrugged and smiled. “No worries, I’m always glad to see my work being appreciated.” With that, he went into the kitchen and came back with a large box. “Here you go, enjoy!” He said. As he handed me the cake, I noticed a sparkle in his eyes.

“That was nice meeting you, Ash,” he said, “but I’m afraid it’s now time for me to finish and go home. Feel free to come by anytime, there’s plenty more I’d want you to try out!”

We said goodbye and I went upstairs to my apartment. As I set the large cake-box on my table and opened it, I discovered that it not only contained the remainder of the chocolate cake, but also several glazed donuts.

Even though I had just eaten a whole slice of cake, I started feeling hungry for more. “Just another bite won’t hurt,” I thought, before taking another slice of the cake. Before I even knew it, I had emptied the whole box of pastries. Suddenly, I felt very full.

I went to my bedroom, and undressed in front of my mirror. I was a pale, thin guy: I had neither muscles nor fat. I had smooth, pale skin, and wavy blond hair. I looked down at my usually flat belly, to see that all of this cake and food had had my stomach bloated. I put myself to bed and quickly drifted off into sleep.