Easy A in Baking - Part 10 (Patreon)

The cold February beat on, Olivia only left the apartment to go to class, waddling quickly back after, or in the case of her baking class wadding slowly. Olivia didn’t even make time to refresh her wardrobe, despite her curves only growing wider. Meals at home taking up a much larger portion of her day, she spent her time eating, not so much socializing or shopping.

At the end of the month, Olivia was leaving her baking class one Thursday. She was always more excited about her Thursday class than her Tuesday one, it meant she had more of a break between eating all those sweets, well almost. “Hey Olivia, I’m gonna practice a few cakes tomorrow.” One of her fellow students said with a smile as they quickly passed the slow girl. “I’ll drop it by your place for ‘grading’. K, thanks!” She said as she zipped off. She clearly didn’t need the extra credit as she already had a 98 in the class, and Olivia knew it. Just another ‘perk’ of being the class taste tester.

It was then that Olivia noticed someone she didn’t recognize in the hall. It was a chubby girl, about the size of Fran, but more of an apple shape than pear like her roommate. Olivia stopped and watched her for a second, she looked like she was heading in the way of her classroom. Olivia knew there were no classes in there for a few hours, as she had often had to eat her assignments into what would be late in the next class.

The girl looked around, and then looked at Olivia. “Excuse me, do you know if professor Mondale still teaches here?” Must be someone from her other class.

“Yes, but you missed her, she left a while ago.” Olivia informed her. The girl scanned Olivia, eying her wide frame, until a look of eureka came across her face.

“Ah you must be her latest taste tester huh?” She asked confidently. It was a bit presumptive, but accurate.

Olivia was slow to answer, but confirmed. “...Yes. How did you kn…”

“I was the class taste tester last year.” That made things make much more sense. “Sorry you got stuck with it, I know how much it sucks.” Well actually Olivia had begged for it, she just didn’t know what she was getting into. “I got so fat last year. I was 350 lbs when summer started. Thankfully I was able to start losing weight right away. It was super hard to say no to sweets for a while there, but I held my ground and I’ve been able to lose over 100 lbs so far.”

Olivia was a little struck. She had randomly come upon the only person who could probably feel her plight since she had been in these shoes before. Her words of encouragement were great, if she had slimmed down, surely Olivia could too. The only thing was Olivia was already 340 lbs, which she would know if the scale at their apartment went past 300. With the way she was gaining, 10 more pounds was an inevitability, and she still had over two months left until the class was over.

“Well it’s too bad Mondale wasn’t here, I’ll have to try another time. Keep your chins up, you’re almost at the finish line.” The girl bounced away, as Olivia waddled slower than normal since she was still stuffed from class. Relatively, Olivia was closer to the end than the beginning of this class, and she could start to see the end in sight, but she still had a lot of classes to get through. She was going to get bigger before even having the possibility of getting smaller.

March came and went as Olivia’s weight headed towards 400 lbs. Every time she felt she couldn’t get any fatter another 30 or 40 lbs would creep on and she felt even heavier. At her size she didn’t really have the motivation for much, especially not when her belly was full, which was most of the time. Mondale kept the class chugging along each week with new recipes and creations, all of which Olivia had to eat. As her peers became more experienced she started to break them down into smaller and smaller groups. They went from five large groups at the beginning of the year to now eight groups with fewer people. This meant the quantities at class were really ratchet up, pushing the capacity of what Olivia could handle even more. At first it took her quite a while to find room for every last crumb, but as the weeks went on, she started to be able to pick up the pace more and more.

Her peers were also keeping her busy with extra credit. Originally they were bringing them at the start of class, but some had resorted to bringing them straight to the source, her apartment. Plates of cookies or containers of brownies, anything they had made in class was fair game. In class Mondale could at least oversee and make sure she ate the extra credit as intended, but at home she had no such prying eyes. She thought about just ditching the treats and making up a score, but she told herself she better have some feedback prepared just in case Mondale ever asked for a more thorough report. In reality Olivia just really wanted to eat the sweets. She had built up such a sweet tooth over the year, her round body practically craved sugar. So she received all the cakes and pastries with open arms and promptly gobbled them down.

With all that gobbling going on it was no surprise Olivia was bigger than ever. Pushing 380 lbs at the end of March, Olivia was getting close to doubling her roommate's weight, having clearly blown past that milestone for herself long ago. Her hourglass figure had filled in all over, but her curves had expanded to phenomenal proportions. Her ass was much bigger than Fran’s now, despite that being where most of her roommates' weight went. Her two globular butt cheeks stretched the fabric of any garment she tried to cover them with. Olivia stuck mostly with leggings these days, as their stretchy nature came in handy, but even Olivia’s booty could make a large pair of leggings almost see through. It didn’t help that her thunder thighs took up a bit of fabric as well. Her large legs had grown wide and flared out at the side, helping the transition to her hips look more natural, which was the widest part of her. At the beginning of the year, Olivia liked how her hips gave her a nice curvy figure. That blessing was now a curse, as her hips stretched far to each side. They skimmed door frames as she passed, and she had to be careful where she walked so as to not bump into others.

Olivia’s favorite place to park her hips though was her sofa, where they had plenty of room to spread out, even if they did take over an entire cushion and most of the next one. When not at the dinner table Olivia was on the couch, either with a snack in one hand, her phone in the other, or the TV on while both hands engaged with whatever she was chomping on. Olivia had gotten tactful with keeping her view unobstructed by her chest. As the bottom of the hourglass grew, so did the top. Her boobs were a force to be reckoned with. Each massive mammary weighed a decent amount on its own, and Olivia was learning the true mean of back pain. With a belly that was often full, it meant that her breasts were often encroaching on her face. She had learned to live with the stacked rack though, making sure not to bump her boobs as she repeatedly brought her hand to her mouth.

As she blissfully ate away during the day, it was easy to see that she wasn’t the only one continuing to thicken up as well. Fran, who spent most of her time at the apartment, when she wasn’t grocery shopping, was on her feet much more than Olivia, but her thickened thighs were impossible to miss. If they weren’t a dead giveaway, then her badonkadonk booty was. What really tipped Olivia off though was Fran’s outfit, Olivia swore that it was in her “outgrown, but save for when I’m skinnier” pile. Fran had been supportive of Olivia, and she was much fatter, so Olivia knew it was not her place to criticize her friend, but it didn’t keep her from giggling and ogling her roommates' widening rear. Olivia always told herself it was her baking class making her fat, but what was Fran’s excuse? There was no denying it though, Fran was flirting with an extra 50 lbs these days.