The Bakery

Chapter 1

(All dialogue with an unspecified speaker is implied to be spoken by either Abby or Gabby.)



My day starts just like any other. I prep the bakery, open up shop at 8, get a few customers. But that afternoon, I'm greeted by two charming customers. A brunette and a blonde, both young, seemingly in their early/mid 20s. Both sporting hair that goes down to their mid waist, the consistency somewhere between straight and wavy. Both ladies very short, much shorter than the average woman. Both really slim, their matching crop tops putting their flat stomachs on full display. Both sporting medium-sized breasts. Not big, but not small, at least for someone their slight stature.

They enter through the double doors, both girls easily fitting through the same door whilst walking side by side. Taking a whiff, the blonde speaks, "Oh my god! This place smells amazing!" "Good afternoon! What can I get you two lovely ladies today?" I ask, looking at them from behind the counter. They both emit adorable giggles, before jogging up to me, hungrily eyeing the food in the display case. They're so adorable in all their mannerisms, I can't help but smile. "It all looks so good!" "Do you have any cupcakes?" They ask, looking up at me with wide eyes. These girls are so short. If we weren't tilting our heads, they'd both be eye level with my neck, and I'd be eye level with the top of their heads.

I chuckle, "Yeah, let me get some for you two." "I'm Abby, by the way, short for Abigail!" the brunette speaks. "And I'm Gabby, short for Gabrielle!" adds the blonde. I chuckle, "A-bi-gail and Ga-bri-elle?" "Abby and Gabby!" they confirm in unison. "So, are you two, like, sisters?" I ask, noticing not only their well-matching names, but also how similar they look, both standing at the same height, both with the same slim build. Even their hair kind of looks the same, minus the color. They both let out another adorable giggle, "Nope!" "We're just two besties with very similar fashion styles!" says Abby, as they pull each other into a tight hug.

I hand them two cupcakes. "Thank you, Philip!" they speak in unison, looking at my nametag. They then eagerly lift their tasty treats to their mouths, and the moment the sweet confections pass their lips, I see a look in their eyes. An 'oh my god I've never tasted anything like this' look. Soon after, they look down at their cupcakes, before hungrily devouring the rest of their frosted desserts in mere seconds. "Oh my god! That was the most amazing thing I've ever tasted in my entire life!" Abby exclaims excitedly, smiling up at me as she licks the frosting off her lips, "We need more!" "Is ALL of your food this good?!" Gabby asks hopefully. "Um...y-yeah, all my food is pretty good." I say, chuckling slightly, "Why? Did you wanna try anything el--" "COOKIES!" Gabby interrupts. "Yeah! Chocolate chip cookies!" her brunette friend agrees. I can't help but smile at their enthusiasm, it's infectious.

I quickly bring over 2 chocolate chip cookies. And as they consume them, I once again see a sparkle in their eyes, the same sparkle I saw when they bit into their cupcakes. "PHILIP!" "HOW IS THIS FOOD SO GOOD!?!" "Did you make all this yourself?" I chuckle, "Well, it IS my bakery." This gets another giggle out of them. I continue, "So, did you gals want anything else?" "We want EVERYTHING!" Abby exclaims, doing this cute jumping motion where she places her hands on the counter and uses it as leverage to hoist herself higher in each jump, her long brunette hair bouncing behind her as she does so. I cock my eyebrow, "I...um...I'm gonna need you to be more specific..." Gabby, repeating the same jumping motion as her friend in an equally adorable manner, begins listing off all the food she wants, "A batch of brownies and a chocolate fudge cake and a dozen muffins and a thing of cinnamon rolls and 3 stuffed pretzels!" "Yeah, and strawberry pie and baguettes and a dozen donuts and 6 lemon bars!" Abby adds "Each!" Gabby clarifies. "Yeah, make sure there's enough for both of us!" Abby demands, smiling. I let out a small laugh, "Alright, um, for here or to go?" "For here, please!" Abby specifies, smiling up at me. I enter in the large order, "Alright then, your total comes out to--" and before I can finish, Gabby quickly swipes her debit card. They then giddily walk over to a table, a noticeable bounce in their step as they do so. There's so much energy visible in their every action.

After a good several minutes, I wheel over a cart of food for the two hungry women. Both their faces immediately light up with expressions of delight as they witness the huge feast they've ordered for themselves. The moment the food is within arm's reach, they begin hungrily snatching treats off the cart. With how small they are, I honestly expected these two ladies to eat maybe a few treats, before getting full and asking for takeout boxes. But to my surprise, these two have quite the appetites. Treat after tasty treat disappears into their tummies and they never show any signs of getting full.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting you girls to actually finish it all," I say, impressed as I walk over to their table. These tiny little ladies managed to gobble up more food in an hour than I do in an entire week. They each let out another adorable giggle, "Don't underestimate our appetites, Philip!" Gabby says. "Speaking of which, we're actually still kind of peckish, could you bring us anothe---" "W-w-well, actually girls, the bakery's sorta...closing soon," I interrupt. "WHAT?!" they both exclaim in unison, shock and sadness on their faces as they look up at me. "How could you introduce us to the wonderful world of your baking and just swipe it away from us like that?!" Gabby asks. "I-I mean, I...you know, I can't stay open forever. B-but I'll be open again tomorrow at 8 AM," I stutter my reply. "...okay..." Abby says, pouting. "Could we at least get one last treat before we go?" Gabby pleas. "Um...s-sure, I guess I can get you girls another cupcake." And so I hand the girls one cupcake each, only for them to immediately gobble them down. They then leave the building, hands grasping at their stomachs like they're on the verge of starving to death.

The next day, I enter the bakery bright and early to start prepping baked goods. I make sure to prepare more food than usual in order to accommodate my two new, insatiable customers. Speaking of whom, at 7:30, I see both girls come by, their long hair waving behind them as they sprint to the door. They try pulling, but to no avail. They beg me to open up early, but, with an apologetic half-smile, I point to the "closed sign". They then spend the next several minutes literally pressed up against the glass windows as they practically drool at all the pastries they see inside, waiting desperately for my shop to open. They're both wearing similar attire to yesterday, once again wearing short sleeved crop tops that put their flat stomachs on display. I also notice their modest breasts pressing against the glass, having to do a double take due to the absurdity but quickly looking away so I don't feel like a perv.

Eventually, 8AM rolls around. I proceed to flip the sign and unlock the door, after which both girls literally sprint inside. "Oh my god Philip we're STARVING!" "Last night was MISERABLE!" "We literally spent all night thinking about your DELICIOUS food!" Their stomachs grumble in agreement. I speak, "Wow, um...d-did you girls want another cookie?" "YES!" "And pancakes!" "And waffles!" "And cinnamon buns!" "And tarts!" "And cupcakes!" "And regular cakes!" "Yeah! One chocolate and one strawberry!" "Each!" "And---" "Whoa whoa, girls, give me a sec, I'm still writing this all down!" I exclaim, chuckling at their enthusiasm. “Alright, your total comes out to---” I begin, only for this time Abby to swipe her card, once again neither girl paying attention to the price.

I enter the kitchen and quickly stack up a couple carts with their massive orders. I begin wheeling it over, and yet again, as soon as it comes within their arms' reach, they start hungrily indulging their sweet tooth. "Oh my god, I forgot JUST how good this is!" Gabby exclaims through a mouthful of pastry.

"Hey, Philip, why don't you come sit with us?" Abby offers, looking up at me with a twinkle in her eyes. "Um...I-I guess I have a few minutes to spare..." I say, nervously. I take a seat to the left of Abby, who herself is seated left of Gabby. "Wow, Phil! You're really tall!" proclaims Gabby as she looks up at me. "Um....thanks?," I say, smirking, "Gotta admit, that's the first time anyone's ever told me that..." I say, rubbing the back of my neck. This elicits a cute giggle from them both, "Well, compared to us, at least!" "Yeah, what are you, 5'8?" "5'4", I correct her. "Yeah, well, compared to two tiny 4'11 girls like us, that's super tall!" "Oh...wow, that's really short. WAIT, I didn’t mean--" I quickly try to correct myself, which only makes them giggle even more. "Don't worry!" Abby reassures, "We're small and adorable!" "Yeah! That's part of our charm!" Gabby affirms. "Um...fair enough," I say, chuckling. "Although I will say," Gabby says, "It kind of makes it hard to reach up to the table, sometimes..." "Oh, I-I'm sorry. Um...I think these tables can actually be adjus---" I offer, but am quickly interrupted by the brunette sitting next to me, "Wait, I have an idea!" And before I have a chance to respond, Abby and Gabby both scoot onto my lap, Abby on my left thigh, Gabby on my right, all in a quick motion that thoroughly convinces me this was premeditated. "There! Now we have a high chair!" Abby says cheerily, and they both eagerly resume eating.

"Uh...um....l-ladies? Um..." I stutter, my face flushed, not really sure how to even respond to the situation. "Before you ask, we're both 28," Abby says. "N-no, I was just...wait, really? 28?" I ask, genuinely surprised. "Right?!" "Yeah, everyone tells us we have a young face!" "Be honest, how old did you think we were?" "Um..." I hesitate, "I...guess I didn't really think about it. Um...like, 21, 22, 23...ish..." I hesitate, again met with their cute giggles. "What about you, Philip? How old are you?" Gabby asks, barely discernibly as she swallows a large slice of chocolate cake. "O-oh, I'm...24..." I reply. "Cool!" "That's funny, you actually look older than us!" "Um...y-yeah..." I say, not really sure how to reply to that. "Say, Phil, are you okay?" "Yeah, you look kind of uncomfortable." "No, it's just...um...y-you girls are kinda weighing me down," I say. The ladies then pretend to be offended, but their smiles give it away, "How dare you! I'll have you know we only weigh 80 lbs!" "Um..." I reply, "that's still about 160 lbs total, 50 more than I'm used to carrying around..." They both giggle, "Alright, alright, he wants us off, let's get off," says Abby, after which both girls get off my lap and resume their eating.

As the day continues, both girls continue hungrily devouring their sweet treats, adorable smiles lighting up their cute faces. Customers come and go, some show visible surprise at Abby and Gabby’s voracity, but nobody says anything. After only about an hour, both girls have somehow finished all their food. Surely they have to be full now, right?

"Phiiiiiliiiip!” “We’re hungry again!” they hail me. “How are you two STILL hungry?” I ask, chuckling. “We told you! We have big appetites!” I chuckle again, “Alright, alright, what can I get you two?" "We want EVERYTHING!" I let out a small laugh, "A-again, I'm gonna need clar--" "WE! WANT! EVERYTHING!" Gabby insists. "One of everything on the menu!" Abby reiterates. "Each!" clarifies Gabby. “Whoa, girls, are you sure about that? That’s….I mean, that’s a lot of food.” “WE WANT EVERYTHING!” Abby reiterates. “Y-you’ve seen the menu? Y-you know how much food is on it, right?” I stutter. “Yessss!” “And we wanna try. it. all!” “Alright, alright, come up to the counter,” I give in, chuckling. “Actually, hold that thought, where’s the restroom?” Gabby asks. I reply, “Oh, yeah, it’s over near the entrance. Um...t-to the right of the entrance.” Both girls go together. “Um, other right, girls,” I clarify, having already started punching in their order.

By the time they come back, I’m still not done punching it in. “Philip, what’s taking so long?” “S-sorry, it’s a lot of food, I’ve never had to do anything like this before,” I say, a slight laugh in my voice. I proceed to spend the next few minutes entering their order, with both girls’ tummies grumbling audibly the whole time. I have no idea how they could possibly still be hungry, let alone THIS hungry.

Finally, I say, “Okay, whew, so your order comes out to--” and Gabby again puts in her card without thinking about it. “Um, girls, are you SURE you don’t wanna double check the order? It is…REALLY expensive.” I warn. They both giggle adorably, “That’s okay, Philip! We’ve got a lot of money!” “Yeah! We’re models!” “At this great agency called ‘AllSizes’!” “They’ve got great benefits, too! We just started our two-week paid vacation today!” I hesitate, “Um…and...and they’re okay with you...you know...eating all these sweets?” This elicits another collective giggle from them, "Yeah! See, that's the best part, they handle clients of ALL sizes! From tiny little XS models like us--" "To the plus-iest of plus sized models!" "Like that one girl they hired a few weeks ago," Gabby says, turning to face her friend, "The one that's like 700 lbs, what was her name?" "Brittney!" Abby answers, "She looked so good in that dress!" "Oh...wow," I say, "I didn't know they had models that big..." "Well of course, dummy! Chubby girls need clothes too!" Abby teases. "Yeah! Someone’s gotta model their clothes!" "But anyways, since they take on clients of all sizes, they let us eat whatever we want!" "Yeah, if we gain weight, we just switch to a different size of clothing to model!" "Not that we'd ever gain weight! Not with metabolisms this good!" "Yeah, could you imagine that, Philip? Us getting fat?" Abby says, looking up at me, them both giggling. I chuckle, "No, I suppose I do find that pretty hard to imagine," I say, looking down at them, genuinely trying to imagine it, "Anyways, I'm gonna need...um...a-a few minutes to prepare your entire order..." "Hurrrry!" "We're staaaaarving!" the girls say, hands resting on their stomachs in an exaggerated 'we're hungry!' gesture. These girls are so fucking adorable.

I immediately get to work on their preposterous order. Taking stock of everything I have, cooking up everything I’m missing, bringing it all together, and, finally, wheeling it all over to the girls’ table. It takes several trips, fills up every cart I own, and even overflows a bit. I had to be a bit creative with my use of trays to add space, and be extra careful when carrying it. I can see the excitement on their faces as they see me begin to wheel all the food out, 2 carts at a time. They literally squeal with delight, “OH MY GOD, PHIIILIIIP!” and with no time to waste they immediately, eagerly dig in.