The Sweetest Barista

Chapter 1

Strawberry Creme Frappuccino with heavy cream. Four scoops vanilla powder. Six scoops Java chips. Extra whip cream and extra mocha drizzle.

Kiara always had a sweet tooth, and it was evident in one of her favorite orders at her local Starbucks. It's a bit pricey though, so she only got it every now and then. But the one she was slurping down right now was her fifth one in the past three days. And they definitely weren't the only sugary items she's been enjoying for free.

5'9 and 220 pounds, Kiara has always been on the chubby side, mostly thanks to her sweet tooth and her mother trying her best to restrict her child's eating habits. But after years of customer service, Kiara had finally saved up enough to move out of her parents' house and get herself a cheap little apartment that quickly turned into a slobs dream.

Snack cake galore filled her cabinets along with dozens of different junk foods that could hardly be considered a meal, but to Kiara they were delicious and full of sugar, and that was all that mattered to her.

It was that same sweet tooth that decided "Why not? Fun job. Good benefits. Free drinks. Sounds great!" as she applied to Starbucks, and her waistline would never be the same.
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Kiara think much of it when she attempted to put on a pair of pants that morning and found them too tight. Her weight would sometimes fluctuate slightly, so she always accommodated by keeping pants even if they were a bit small cause the next week she might fit them again.

So she grabbed another pair of pants - once again too tight. Kiara tossed them to the side with a huff and reached for another pair. This one she gave a couple jumps, her body jiggling uncontrollably as she wrestled the slacks. She attempted this with two more pairs before collapsing on her bed that gave out a nervous creak, trying to catch her breath.

If it wasn't obvious already, Kiara wasn't much of an athlete and she hadn't been since... Well, for as long as she's been alive.

Luckily Starbucks allowed her to wear dresses, so she got to work trying to find a work appropriate dress. Well, after laying in bed for a good five minutes wondering if she really wanted to get up again and a few seconds to rock herself with enough momentum to stand up.

Kiara grabbed a plain black dress from her first job, where she was a hostess of a fancy restaurant. As she went to slide it on, it became very obvious how many years it had been since she bought it.

When she was sixteen, she was a c-cup with a slight pudge of a belly and definitely with some junk in the trunk, but not nearly as much as she does now. There was also about a fifty pound difference, since working in the food industry did a lot for her figure.

Tugging it down repeatedly as she stretched the thin fabric down her thick frame, the front struggling to contain her DD breasts and her stomach that had since learned how to pack a large greasy pizza in one sitting while saving room for plenty of desert. When it got to her love handles things started to get even more difficult from there, as the fabric was stretched out thinner and thinner as it was forced to contain her expanding hips, thunder thighs, and her shelf of an ass.

Every roll was emphasized. The outline of her underwear was clearly visible. Kiara didn't even notice however, as she tied on her apron, put on her hat, and headed out the door.
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"Thank you for choosing Starbucks, how may I help you?" Kiara cheerfully greeted into the drive through the mic, before quickly muting it while customer struggled to read the menu, choosing to greedily gulp down her favorite sugary drink. A couple hours in her shift and she was already slurping down her second one. The more she consumed of her large cups of sugar and cream, the more the seams of her old dress screamed in protest.

It didn't help that they had a very frazzled barista on duty with the oven, and he kept bringing her the wrong pastries. 'They are going to get thrown out anyway,' Kiara would think every time with a shrug and snack away on them as she continued to work. Muffins, cake pops, brownies, and anything else that came her way on accident would make their way into her growing belly.

This cycle continued for the next few hours, with more of her favorite drink of course, until it was finally time for her lunch break. Kiara had quickly learned that she wasn't a fan of the sandwiches at Starbucks, so instead what she always did for her lunch break was grab a few cake pops and then head out to her car to drive to a local fast food place.

Taking off her apron and tossing it over her arm as she walked over to her car, it only made it more obvious how much her dress was struggling to cover her swollen belly.

A struggle that finally gave out when Kiara sat down.

*RIIIIIIP*

Kiara looked down to see her dress had torn vertically right down the front of her belly, her dark flesh oozing to spill out.

Blushing a deep red, she quickly put her apron back on. Out of sight, out of mind.
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"Can I have a large 20 McNugget meal with a Tropical Berry Sprite?"

"Sure thing! Would you like to add an apple pie to that?"

"Hmmm, no but I'll take three chocolate chip cookies, please!"

"Alright, anything else?"

"Nope!"

"Go ahead and pull forward, thank you!"

Kiara pulled forward, a little voice in her head telling her 'Hey, maybe that was too much food? Especially considering our current fashion emergency...'

That voice was quickly drowned out when the food entered the car and with it, that delicious smell of chicken nuggets - her favorite junk food that wasn't loaded with enough sugar to make a keto addict faint.

Pulling into a parking spot, Kiara quickly went to work to devore the pretty sizeable meal she had ordered, almost as if she hadn't spent her whole shift doing nothing but snacking on sugary treats and slurping down even more sugar packed into her many Frappuccinos.

One by one, more and more threads began to pop along the tear in the center, as more of the chocolate flesh poured out and pressed against the fabric of Kiara's apron. But the barista didn't care as long as there was delicious, greasy food in her mouth.

After finishing off the nuggets and fries, Kiara looked down as she shoved a cookie in her mouth, seeing that she still had about ten minutes of her break left. She then looked up at the Goodwill across the street and thought 'Now might be a good time to get something to change into really quickly...'

By the time she drove her car to the front of Goodwill, the barista had finished off her cookies and slurped down the last drops of her Sprite. She opened the car door, shuffled both legs out of the door, and then used the hood of the car as support to help her get out of her car - something she needed do to her height and the car being so low to the ground, but has slowly become more and more tiring as her weight continued to slowly climb. With her belly swollen to its current size, it was especially difficult as she grunted a few times before finally standing up.

*RIIIIIIIIP*

'Good thing I didn't leave my apron at the store,' Kiara thought to herself, thinking that last rip just from the one on top of her stomach.

The barista made her way into the Goodwill, purposefully going a couple sizes bigger than she normally would as she looked for a black dress that looked as similar to the one she was wearing. Settling for one with a slightly different neckline, Kiara made her way over to the changing room as fast as she could.

And it was as she closed the door and started to turn around as Kiara looked at the mirror behind her did she realize something.

That second rip she sound wasn't the one on her stomach getting bigger.

It was the sound of her dress ripping right along the crack of her ass.

Her struggling pink lace panties that almost looked like a thong with how bad of a wedgie she had was on full display, and on either side of those dainty panties there were blobs of flesh fighting their way out of the dress.

Kiara wanted to hide in the dressing room and never come out again, but she only had a couple minutes before she needed to be back at work and it was already fairly obvious that she was going to be late.

So the barista quickly shuffled out of the ruined dress and slipped on the new one, going as fast as she could to the register to buy the dress as she was wearing it and bolt back to her car.

Kiara collapsed in the front seat of her car, breathing heavily as she turned on the ignition and bolted back to work.

Only a couple minutes late, and no one made comments about her outfit change. So, Kiara figured she was in the clear. No one noticed.

But one did notice, but that's mostly cause he's been keeping an eye on here all day.