Winning Cupcakes Chapter 2

I woke up the next day in my new, old bed.  The room was creaky, but nice in a different kind of way than I was used to.  Gone were all my exciting electronics (minus what was in my luggage), and in the room was a simple desk and some books on a shelf.  There was obviously a bed, and a chest of drawers, but as far as exuberant touches, there were very few.  There was a window, however, and some sunlight had crept in, lighting up the morning and igniting my senses.

I decided to take a shower and try to get an early start to the day.  There was a lot of work to do, and I wanted to impress Debbie.  I got the shower going and enjoyed the hot water on my body.  Even though it wasn’t the shower I was used to, it still felt great.  When it was all done, I got out and brushed my teeth.  I hadn’t yet put my clothes on and paused in front of the mirror, looking at my thin body.  I really was tiny all over.  Even in… that place…  I wasn’t overly self conscious about it, it was just something I had to come to terms with.  I was a small person, and a complete package of that, pun intended.

Just as I was finishing up, the door swung open.  Much to my horror, Debbie, in all of her size, barged into the bathroom, completely done up with her apron, not to mention her massive breasts trying to jump out of them.  She wobbled in as if I wasn’t in already, and turned bright red when she realized the mistake she had made.  Her hands smacked each of her cheeks, and her elbows pushed her giant tits together.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed.  “I am so sorry!”  In the second it took to realize her mistake, she had noticeably looked me up and down, pausing at my exposed cock and taking in my small body as a whole.  I was able to cover up, but not after suffering all the embarrassment that comes with being seen naked.

“Close the door!” I shouted.

She shut the door and I reached down for my towel and covered my exposed body.  When I looked up, to my confusion, she was still there.  Here I was, a tiny guy shivering in a towel, with the fattest woman I had ever seen staring down at me, sealed tight in a small bathroom.  I didn’t know what to say.

“Um…”

She looked nervous.  Her eyes darted left to right, as if confused, but waiting for something, anything, to happen.

“I meant leave and close the door,” I said, trying to sound stern but not rude.  I had to remember that she was my boss, and that she could crush me like a bug if she got mad.  Not that I was worried about her getting mad.

“Oh, right!” she said.  “Sorry, it’s just been a while, and I’m all alone.  I’m not used to having someone in this bathroom while my husband is away.  I really goofed up, but I promise I’ll do better.”

“Thank you,” I said.  We stood in silence for a few more seconds, my not sure why she wasn’t leaving, and her, well I could only guess why she wasn’t leaving, but it was indeed starting to irritate me.

“Could you?”

“Oh right yes,” she said, opening the door and backing out.  I shook my head when the door was closed.  She was so ditzy.  Working with her was surely going to come with its fair share of challenges.  But that’s probably why she needs me.  She needs someone to reel her in, to keep her focused on doing what she does best - making the world’s best cupcakes.  I would handle the rest.

I finished up and stepped out of the bathroom, and I heard some talking coming from below.  It seemed there was a discussion going on between Debbie and someone else, but it wasn’t her daughter.

I made my way downstairs to find Debbie in the dining room sitting opposite a very frail, snooty looking woman with her jet black hair in a bun.  It appeared this conversation was not the most pleasant, so I tried to make as little noise as possible.

“You should probably just pull out on Sunday.  It’s clear your product is underdeveloped, why waste time?  Just quit,” came the voice of the frail lady.  I slowly proceeded down the stairs to get a closer look.

“Do you really think so, Tammy?” Debbie asked.

The frail woman nodded.  “Yes, lately you just haven’t been at your best.  Take the weekend off, reconfigure, then come back next month with a new energy.  It only makes sense.  I just want what’s best for you…”

“Gee, I don’t know…” Debbie said, sounding very unsure of herself.

“Good Morning,” I said, stepping forward.

Debbie turned to see me, and her face lit up.  It was clear she was having a crisis of consciousness and needed the help.  “Tom!” she said excitedly.  She quickly got up from her chair and raced to me.  When she reached me, towering over me, she placed a hand on my back and urged me forward.  “Tammy, this is Tom!  He’s here to help me with inventory, scheduling, and… well… everything!”  I did as I was told and moved forward towards the unimpressed Tammy.

“A little shrimpy?” she said.

Debbie laughed.  “Oh Tammy!  What he lacks in size, he makes up for in brains.  He’s supposed to be one of the best with computers and numbers and stuff!  He’s going to get me back on track for sure!”

I shyly looked at Tammy then back at Debbie, unsure of how to respond to all this.  Tammy was staring daggers through me and Debbie was her usual bubbly self.  I wasn’t one to toot my own horn… so I didn’t.

“Tom, it’s true I’ve been struggling with my cupcake business… but you think we can be ready for this weekend, don’t you?”

“Absolutely!” I said, not knowing full well what we were all talking about.

“Oh joy!” said Debbie.  She scooped me into a hug, then reached out to Tammy and pulled her in for one as well.  The two of us were skinny and small, especially in relation to Debbie.  She was able to lift both of us off our feet with one arm apiece, and our faces mashed into her hefty bosom.  Both of us put up our hands to keep from suffocating, and in doing so, we got a good, close look at each other.  Tammy looked at me with evil eyes, like if she could wish it so, I’d be dead right now.  I looked back with a stern glare, but I tried my best to hide my emotions and be as polite as possible.

“I’m so excited for the competition!  It’s going to be so fun!” shouted Debbie, wiggling us around like a couple of dolls.  Tammy pushed as hard as she could against Debbie’s massive breast, both hands simply sinking into the apron.  After pushing as hard and as long as she could, she had enough.

“Let go of me!” she yelled angrily.

Debbie released her, still holding on to me.  Tammy dusted her nice dress off, looking like a stick in comparison to the huge woman before her.  Red in the face and flustered, she headed for the door.

“Good day, Debbie!” she stated.  She opened the door and slammed it shut.  The whole house gave a small rumble.  The woman was the epitome of evil, and had surprising strength for a woman of her size.

“Thank you so much Tom!” said Debbie, now using both hands to hold me around the waist.  I was now more centered, getting a perfect view of the cleavage poking out above her pink apron, if I were looking straight.  Instead, I managed to look up at her deep blue eyes looking down at me.

“Oh, any time,” I said.

“Do you really think we can win the baking competition this weekend?  Tammy is really good too!”

“I don’t see why not.  We just have to make a better product.  We’ll need to go to the grocery store first to get the materials.”

“Oh, this is going to be the best weekend ever!” she cheered.  She squeezed me tight, mashing my face into her overflowing cleavage.  I could breathe, so I didn’t want to ruin her happiness.  “I’m so confident with you by my side, I could just squeeze you all day!”  She swayed back and forth with me in her grasp.  Then she paused, and pulled me face out, combing her fingers through my hair.  I had seen her eyes before, but now they were pulsing, like something stronger was happening.  I felt like I was seeing her in a much deeper way than before, when the door burst open.

“I left my coat!” came Tammy’s voice.

Startled, Debbie dropped me to the ground.  I landed on my back, and luckily didn’t break anything.

Tammy eyed us both suspiciously.  “I didn’t interrupt anything, did I Debbie?” she asked in a coy manner.

Debbie shook her head.  “Oh no, nothing at all.”

She tapped her foot on the floor.  “When does DALE come back from his latest excursion?” she asked, putting heavy emphasis on what I could only assume was her husband’s name.  Tammy was clearly on to something here.

“Oh, couple weeks?  Who knows really hehe,” Debbie chuckled.

“I see,” she said, turning her attention towards me.  “Tom, is it?  I hope you can get acquainted with this small town.  It’s very friendly here.  If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”  She closed the door behind her and sauntered back home.  I didn’t know much about this place, but I knew I didn’t like her.