Chapter 1

I had just graduated from high school in a medium size mid western town. I was not a particularly good student, so college was not in my immediate future. My folks were bugging me to get a job. There was not much around, I kept looking in the classifieds of our local paper, but most of the jobs were service or at one of the grain elevators.

While cruising around town, I stopped in at the local bakery for a donut. There was a “help wanted” sign on the counter. I asked the girl who waited on me about the job, she giggled and said “it’s a great place to work. The hours are long, but the fringe benefits are fantastic.” As she said this she patted her plump bottom. I recognized her from high school, though she seemed heavier than I remembered her from just a few months ago.

She went and got the owner, Marge, she asked me into her office in the back. After a short interview, she asked, “Well Ned, would you like to work here?” I stammered, “Yes, Ma’am, I would.” “Good then” replied Marge, “if you have a moment, why don’t you fill out these employment forms, I will give you a locker and issue to some uniforms. Be here at five AM, tomorrow morning, Ned.”

While I was filling out the forms I looked around the bakery. There were no other guys working there. There looked to be four employees other than myself. There was Marge, the owner, Mary Ann, who had waited on me, Sally, another recent high school graduate and Tracy, who had graduated three or four years ago. Everyone was dressed in a tight, white polyester dresses, which accentuated their ample figures. All four of my new co-workers were quite plump, especially Marge and Tracy, who many might consider quite fat.

I when got home that night I told my folks I finally had a job. They were pleased, but my mother was concerned about the possibility of me gaining weight by being around so much rich, sweet food. I told her not to worry that I would be able to control myself and keep my appetite under control. My mom looked at me with that “ya right” look in her eyes.

I was not fat really, but a little over-weight. I was five ten and around 215 lbs. with a 38 inch waist and kind of a round butt. I did not exercise very much, not being very athletic at all. I enjoyed eating and snacking in between meals, which did not help my weight situation, especially in my mother’s eyes.

I got to work right on time. I asked Marge where I should change into my baking clothes and she said in the locker room. I started to say that I was the only guy and every one dressed in there too. She just sighed, “Ned its OK, we will be like family to you soon enough, don’t be so shy.” “Well ok”, I thought, “this is kinda weird though”. I went in to the locker room, Mary Ann was struggling into her uniform. She just glanced up and smiled, “Welcome to the family,” she said, continuing to struggle with the tight dress over her expanding bottom.

I slipped off my shoes and jeans, feeling very self-conscious about being in my “whitey-tighties” in front of a girl no less, trying to suck in my modest paunch. My under pants were a bit small on me. I tried not to make eye contact with Mary Ann, but I was sure she was checking me out. Marge came through, I could swear she glanced at me too.
I pulled on the uniform trousers, which to my surprise had an elastic waist band. They seemed a bit big, but I had given my waist size to Marge yesterday as 38”, I looked at the label, she had given my a pair of 42”s’.

After changing, I reported to Marge, who was starting to mix up the dough for the morning’s donuts. She showed how to measure the different ingredients , how to mix them and when to add them to the dough. I enjoyed the precision of the preparation, I had an idea of what when on in a bakery, but this was my first real experience. I was shown how to heat up the fryer, when to change oil, etc. Marge was very patient and a great teacher. By the end of the week I could perform several bakery functions not only by myself, but very well too.

I tried not to eat too much. My mother’s warning still burned in my ears “you’ll get FAT” working there. The first week, when by quickly, I was so busy learning and being careful not the mess up, I had no time to do any sampling.

That was not the case with my co-workers though. I noticed that Mary Ann, Tracy and Sally sampled almost everything on a regular basis. Marge too, indulged, no one seemed to stop for any meals, just a constant nibbling and sipping all day long.

By the second week, I had become comfortable with my duties and relaxed quite a bit, including my will power. I was not long that I too was nibbling away the day. A donut here, a pastry there, a cup of coffee with cream (heavy) and sugar at my side all morning.
I didn’t notice any weight gain at first. My uniform, being large for me in the beginning did not seem any tighter. I just kept right on nibbling, which soon turned into outright eating.
I started with one or two donuts in the morning, this soon became, five or six and then on to nearly a dozen. I prepared them so I would just make more.