Midnight Bakery - Part 3 (Patreon)

That tired groggy feeling was back, as she fluttered her eyes open. As she realized what had happened a pit formed in her stomach. She was once again waking on the cold concrete floor. Slowly rising, she continued to feel heavy, or…even heavier. As she stood up she could see that her legs and hips were even thicker. She silently gasped, bringing her thin hand over her mouth as she took in the damage. Her legs looked like they were growing into tree trunks as her thighs now touch down to the knee. They were much rounder, softer, and wider than before.

Her legs were just the first thing she saw, she knew the damage had not stopped there though. Her hips had widened substantially. She was probably twice as wide as she was before she took this job at this point. And those wide hips only led to an even wider ass. Crystal felt like she could barely reach every inch of her newly inflated ass with her hands, it was so big. Her stretchy leggings could only hold so much flesh, any extra now spilled over the waistband like a popped can of biscuits. The only silver lining was no one was here to see how indecent Crystal was.

Crystal took a step, feeling all the extra weight. She had no clue how much heavier she had gotten, but she knew this was not just another 50lbs gain, she was substantially bigger. All the extra weight gave her a serious waddle with each step, and her hips were so wide she was bumping into just about everything. Crystal was furious, this place was cursed! No way could she continue to work here. In two days she had doubled in weight, she was terrified to even move without busting right out of her leggings.

She had to get out of here, screw the rest of her shift, Rebecca was going to have to find someone else to work in this accursed place, someone that didn’t mind being fat. There was just one thing stopping her, halting her in her tracks. The racks of goodies seemed to surround her in the stock room, everywhere she looked something delectable was within arms reach. Although her stomach was still quite flat, it had a commanding hunger, one that Crystal was trying desperately to ignore. But her mental fortitude was only so strong, soon she entered that now all too familiar trance and started eating by the fistful.

Dough and sugar and flavorings, in all sorts of combinations started to enter her maw. Each different flavor of donut, every variety of muffin, fritters, crullers, buns, each one went down even faster than the last. Trays went empty, while Crystal just easily moved onto the next one. Whole pies were turned to tins, cakes demolished into crumbs. Crystal’s belly swelled as she ate and ate and ate. An hour passed, and Crystal was just as ravenous as when she started. Her whirlwind took her to the front of the store where the perfect display case awaited. Crystal ripped it open and started popping the baked goods in her mouth one by one. Puffs, eclairs, macaroons, even the most delicate of bakery confections Crystal ate without abandon.

Her stomach had reached beach ball size proportions again, but Crystal just kept stuffing her face. She ate until she could eat no more, sitting on her pillowy bottom her whole body relaxed all at once as she fell out of her trance, her arms hanging limp, even her head falling back. She was zapped of energy, and pinned down by pounds and pounds of fat and food. As soon as this happened she began to weep. What had come over her? She was already so fat, she was just dooming herself even more. But she couldn’t help herself, almost as if her body reacted against her will.

While Crystal had control she knew she had to get out of here and now. Yet she still struggled. This time it wasn't food, no it was her own body. Her massive legs laid sprawled on the ground, and her large ass pinning her to the floor wasn’t helping either. Neither was her belly full of grub. Her first attempt at standing put her back on her now fat ass. She had to turn over and get on all fours, pushing her plush booty towards the sky. This had been an effort filled position to get into, during which time Crystal hadn’t noticed just how much extra tension she was putting on her leggings. Her extra sized ass packed a punch though, and as the fabric drew its last breath trying to cover it, the garment finally gave way, splitting a massive hole in the seam covering her butt. This brought the quaking heavy chick back down to earth before she was even able to get an inch off the ground. Her face flushed red, as now only a very overtaxed pair of panties, that were well deep in a cavern between her large ass cheeks, was the only thing keeping her covered.

With no one witness to the flailing of this fat girl, the third time was finally the charm for Crystal. As she stood, her leggings let a cool breeze pass over her entirely exposed rear. Crystal waddled out of there as fast as she could, only knocking over a few bowls and trays with her hips and she sped to her car. The trip home was short, but she could feel the wheel of her car digging into her full middle, as she had to move her seat back quite a bit just to fit her booty in it.

Crystal went right to bed when she got home, only stripping off her torn leggings before falling into her bed, which groaned upon impact. She was so full of emotions, she didn’t even know how to process them. The only thing she did know was she was never going back to work at that bakery again.