The gluttony chronicles: the dean

Chapter 1 - The dean

In The Gluttony Chronicles follow the intertwining stories of various individuals as they navigate the pitfalls of indulgence, temptation, and the consequences of their choices. From star athletes to once-disciplined students.

Hannah carefully prepares a batch of the enchanted cookies, ensuring each ingredient is measured precisely. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she whispers the incantation as she mixes the dough, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of the transformation it may bring.

The next day, the dean strolls into the bakery, her usual air of superiority surrounding her. She eyes the display case, scanning the array of treats with disdain. As she approaches the counter, Hannah greets her with a warm smile, concealing her anticipation.

The dean orders her usual black coffee, her gaze flickering over the pastries without interest. Sensing an opportunity, Hannah offers her a complimentary sample of the freshly baked cookies, explaining that they're a new recipe she's testing out.

The dean hesitates for a moment, her curiosity piqued despite herself. She takes a small bite, her expression momentarily betraying surprise at the delicious flavor. Unbeknownst to her, the enchantment in the cookie begins to take effect, subtly weaving its magic within her.

As she finishes the cookie and sips her coffee, the dean's demeanor starts to shift imperceptibly. A subtle softening of her once chiseled features, a slight rounding of her toned physique—changes so subtle that only the keenest observer would notice.

Over the following weeks, Hannah watches with delight as the dean's visits to the bakery become more frequent. Gone are the days of ordering just coffee; now she indulges in an assortment of pastries and treats, her appetite seemingly insatiable.

With each visit, the dean's once impeccable figure begins to soften, her abs gradually giving way to a more rounded belly, her athletic frame becoming plumper and more voluptuous. And as the transformation progresses, Hannah can't help but revel in the sweet satisfaction of seeing her once haughty patron humbled by the irresistible allure of the enchanted cookies.

The dean stands in front of the full-length mirror, a sense of trepidation mingling with curiosity as she eyes the neatly folded pant suit on the bed. It's a sleek ensemble, tailored to perfection, the kind she used to wear with confidence and pride.

With a deep breath, she begins to slip into the pants, expecting the familiar sensation of smooth fabric gliding over her toned legs. But as she pulls them up, she's met with unexpected resistance, the material clinging tighter to her thighs than she remembers.

Furrowing her brow, she tugs harder, determined to fit into the garment that once epitomized power and professionalism. But try as she might, the pants refuse to cooperate, stubbornly refusing to budge past her mid-thighs.

A frustrated huff escapes her lips as she struggles with the unforgiving fabric, feeling the telltale pinch of constriction around her expanding waistline. With a resigned sigh, she abandons the futile effort, the pants hanging awkwardly around her hips, the zipper straining against the strain.

Turning to face the mirror, she's met with a sight that fills her with a mix of disbelief and resignation. The once flat and toned abdomen she prided herself on now protrudes slightly over the waistband, a soft layer of flesh spilling over the edge like a gentle wave.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she traces a tentative hand over her new contours, feeling the unfamiliar softness beneath her fingertips. She watches as her reflection shifts and distorts with each movement, the pant suit failing to conceal the undeniable evidence of her transformation.

With a heavy heart, she acknowledges the undeniable truth staring back at her: she's no longer the trim and athletic figure she once was. And as she reluctantly removes the ill-fitting garment, a pang of regret washes over her, a silent reminder of the price she's paid for indulging in the irresistible temptation of Hannah's enchanted treats.

As Michelle and Patrick drive home, the tension in the car is palpable, simmering just beneath the surface as they navigate through the busy streets. Michelle's eyes flicker with annoyance as Patrick broaches the subject of her weight, his words cutting through the air like a sharp knife.

"You used to be the best-looking woman at yoga, Michelle," Patrick remarks, his tone tinged with a hint of disappointment. "What happened to that fit body of yours?"

Michelle's grip tightens on the steering wheel, her jaw clenching with frustration. She's heard these words countless times before, each one like a dagger to her self-esteem. She knows she's gained weight, knows her clothes no longer fit the way they used to, but hearing it from Patrick only serves to deepen her sense of shame.

In a moment of defiance, Michelle reaches for a cupcake from the bag on the passenger seat, shoving it towards Patrick's lips with a forceful gesture. "Here, have a cupcake," she says, her voice laced with bitterness. "You seem to enjoy talking about my weight so much, why not join me in indulging?"

Patrick hesitates for a moment, his eyes narrowing in surprise at Michelle's sudden aggression. But as he takes a hesitant bite of the cupcake, his resistance crumbles like the delicate pastry between his fingers. Before long, he's devouring the sugary treat with gusto, the frosting leaving a sticky residue on his lips.

By the time they arrive home, Patrick is practically licking the crumbs from the bottom of the cupcake wrapper, his appetite seemingly insatiable. Michelle watches with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation, knowing that her plan is working exactly as she'd hoped.

As Patrick moves on to raiding the contents of the fridge, Michelle can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the sight of her once-fit husband succumbing to his newfound cravings. It's a stark contrast to the lean, athletic man she married, but in this moment, she finds herself strangely drawn to his burgeoning appetite.

With a sly grin, Michelle gestures towards the TV screen, where a commercial for a fast-food restaurant is playing on loop. "Maybe we should order in tonight," she suggests casually, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "After all, it looks like you've developed quite the taste for indulgence."