The Baker- Good Ending (Patreon)

First and hopefully not final draft of some Rikaty musings. Not good enough for dA or anything like that so I've decided to share them here. Possibly a work in progress.

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Katy pulled the empty plate off the table and rinsed the tomato sauce away from it before it had a chance to form a crust. She was careful to clean as she went, leaving nothing to worry about when dinner came to its conclusion.

Meanwhile, Rika leaned back in the dining room kitchen chair. Its back creaked loudly as she did so. The slits in between the buttons on her shirt opened to reveal a pale belly that rose like bread dough, which was kind of embarrassing. But Katy liked this shirt, so she wore it.

It was another special evening for the two. These “special” nights were getting more frequent, and the evidence was all over Rika. It pushed her shirt and her thighs apart, it accumulated over her hips until it spilled over them. She was going through clothes faster than she could buy them, running out of excuses to give to people who questioned her at the gyms. She was a confident, charismatic woman, but there was something about the baker that made her melt. So when Katy’s taste testing sessions turned into full on feasts, she didn’t protest.

It’d already been a long night when Katy set the dessert down in front of Rika, a plate of flan more suited to a family get together than a dinner for two people- or one. Despite the big dinner, which consisted of six courses and plenty of sides, Katy still wanted to treat the trainer to dessert like she always did.

Rika stared at her reflection in the perfect caramel glaze.

“Something wrong?” Katy asked.

The larger woman shifted in her seat, jiggling all over as she did so. “No,” she replied, “this looks great. Thank you.”

There would be no quitting. She’d eat the flan, and it would join the sandwiches and rice and seafood and vegetables already inside of her. It didn’t matter if the buttons of her pants dug into her stomach, uncomfortably so, or that it wouldn’t be long before her girlfriend would have to push together two chairs at these dinners to make her comfortable. It also didn’t matter that she could feel the weight of her arms shake as she brought forkfuls of food to her mouth, or that her long green ponytail frequently got stuck between her back rolls now- all new, unfamiliar and humiliating feelings for the once lithe trainer. All that mattered to her now was finishing this dessert so that Katy would not be disappointed.

Rika’s bites were slow and measured. Katy stood at the sink with her back to her, wanting to get the last of the dishes clean, and she couldn’t help but notice the gym leader’s ample hips from where she sat. She was perfect and deserved to be pleased, so she muffled the groans of her stomach with more of the pudding.

Katy finished up before Rika did though. She dried her hands and walked back over to the table. About two thirds of the flan was left and Katy sensed that Rika was at her limit, not that she’d say so.

It was times like this when Katy would take over completely, so she asked Rika to push herself back from the table and kneeled in front of her. “You just need a bit of help,” she said as she unbuttoned the larger woman’s slacks.

Rika tried to conceal the sigh of relief she felt as her stuffed belly dropped between her thighs, then her face went bright red. Katy noticed as she stood up, of course.

“You’re almost there,” she said in her gentle voice. “It might be time for me to help you, though.”

Katy straddled Rika- a task that was getting harder and harder by the month- and held the plate of flan in between them. She fed her patiently, letting her take deep breaths in between bites, not flinching when her belly groaned some more.

Slowly but surely the dessert disappeared. Katy stood up, giving Rika the chance to get comfortable again, and wrapped her arms over her soft shoulders. “You did it,” she said with a smile, planting a kiss on the trainer’s bloated cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

Rika opened her mouth to say something, but out came a long, loud belch. “Sorry,” she muttered, looking down into her breasts. Katy simply petted her hair and reassured the woman that she was fine, before helping her to her feet.

She was starting to give into her discomfort. She whimpered as her tight belly spilled over her waistband and half-leaned on Katy for balance. Her suspenders, now useless, hung limply at her sides and swung against her wobbling hips as she made her way out of the kitchen, Katy close behind her. She’d nearly tripled in size over the past two years, her weight teetering just above the 370-pound mark, and her movements were heavy and slow. It didn’t help that these dinners made her feel twice that size. She made her way up the stairs to the bedroom slowly.

The mattress gave an ugly creak as Rika maneuvered onto it, and for a second she was nervous that the frame would straight up snap underneath her. She rolled over with the grace of a beached wailord to leave a space for Katy, then reclined into the soft pillows. She sat for a moment and did nothing except try to catch her breath.

Katy cuddled up to her and gave her praises once more. “You’re doing so well,” she said, “it’s okay to get comfortable here.”

Katy cupped the girl’s cheek with one hand before tracing a path to the last button on her shirt, undoing it in one quick motion. She did this over and over, moving upwards until her hand was back at Rika’s face, and turned it towards hers for a forehead kiss. “My sweet girl,” she cooed, “You’re okay, it’s time to relax.”

She pulled Rika’s shirt off, which was somewhat difficult with all the rolls around her arms and her chest, then undid her bra. The trainer was ready to burst when she left the table, and she groaned in relief as her too small clothes were stripped from her. Katy beamed. “Just like that,” she said happily. “Go ahead and lie down.”

Rika did as she was told, settling into bed so that her stomach rose in front of her, and her flabby breasts slid to either side of it. She watched Katy disappear below the curve of her belly fat and felt her pants slide off. Katy continued with her assurances, tracing the angry red marks where her girlfriend’s slacks cut into her soft legs, peeling down her boxers to kiss the zig zag pattern left on her hips.

Rika shuddered as Katy lifted her belly. The baker made her way between her thighs, planting kisses as she got closer to her middle. The larger trainer couldn’t watch, thanks to all the fat around her middle and the way her stomach rose like a beach ball. Instead, she started at the ceiling and tried to stifle her moans. She was full and tired and disgusted with herself, but any feelings of shame leftover from dinner quickly melted into desperation.

This final resistance didn’t last very long. Rika surrendered completely, letting out gasps and groans as the baker devoured her. She didn’t bother to clench her stomach or pull her arms in close to appear smaller, the way she usually did when she first settled into bed. She dissolved like a sugar cube on Katy’s lips.

She shut her eyes and squealed as she came. She curled her toes as that last shock of relief escaped out of her fat legs. Katy appeared again while she laid out, breathless and sweaty and weak.