Baker's Girl TG/WG

"Free sample dear?" A kind old woman held a tray out towards you. You wouldn't mind a quick sweet. As you approached, you saw the tray was empty. Before you could think anymore, the old woman's face went from endearing to sinister in a moment.

You felt the grip of the old woman's hand as she grabbed your arm and dragged you inside the bakery. Her eyes lacked any hint of warmth. She had no sympathy for you as she fastened the chair with thick metal rectangles and strapped down your arms and legs. Panic rose inside you, but you didn't have time to over think your predicament. The old woman pushed a cupcake directly to your nose as you glanced away, but she forced your head back with a determined expression.

"You must eat it," The old woman repeated in a firm voice that sparked both your fear and your curiosity, and you couldn't help but have the impulse to heed her command. As you nibbled away at her perfect cupcake, and to your surprise, it was quite delicious. It wasn't long before your body started to change. She smiled like an evil witch and cackled as rumbling could be heard in your tummy. You adjusted your seat in discomfort but no matter how much you moved the feeling was not settled.

*KRSCHHHH* 

You watched in a mixture of wonder and terror as your stomach began to bloat. You immediately began to panic as the chair creaked in protest. You realize you've been trapped in this chair and can't draw the breath to cry for help. If the thoughts of the cruel old woman weren't overwhelming enough, you were clearly satiated by the delicious cupcake. You felt stuffed and unsatisfied simultaneously as you glance down at your panting form murmuring: "This can't be real. This is all too crazy." You glance down at yourself as a strange pressure begins to pull in the seat. The wood creaks and you could feel. gravity having a larger effect on your body. You felt as if some sort of force was extending through your clothes. Even though you felt full, you could see yourself blowing up even more and more. The restraints suddenly let loose but there was no chance you were in shape enough to get away. Instead, the changes continued onward.

*FWOOMPPP*

Your arms bulged and flexed as the fat grew beneath. You felt lethargic as you rubbed at your tightening mid section watching your stomach expand. You were growing noticeably fat with each passing moment as the woman laughed maniacally and offered you another treat. You feel powerless to resist. You were called by your own gluttony as your belly rounded outwards from your waist, heaving and struggling against your clothes. Your clothes seemed to hug your bloated form as the force exerted on you. The cupcake forced you to grow larger and larger. Your pudge began to push out like a play-doh mold through the arms of the chair, wedging you in and trapping you once more. You were imprisoned inside your own ever-growing form.

The struggle inside your belly intensified but failed to relieve the stress as you panted and perspired. You can feel your muscles rising while your mass filled out, stretching your skin with added strain. It made your muscles bulge. You started to feel stuffed, and your bulk was distending into the open vast form of the chair. Surprisingly enough, the unbearably tight clothing you're wearing didn't split at the seams. Instead, it grew expandable along with your bulk. Your growing pudge bloated out the chest of your shirt, button by button. As soon as the third button flew off, your tee stretched farther and farther, taking on a length of stretchy fabric rather than male apparel. You all of a sudden came to think about how the tee would fit this bulk of yours. Bits of size of polyester showered down from your waist. Your pants were about to split as your muffin top rises and rises. You felt decadent as your clothes proved to be too small and break apart under the pressure. Your belly squished heavily while your hips flare out more and more. With each push of your enormous bulk, your rear began to blossom as the force continued. Stuffed until you're bursting you rub a hand down over your bloated belly as you groan under the pressure of your increasing girth.

Out of the flab and flesh of your rear emerged a thick squishy shapeless mass of fat that spreads wider yet. Your clothes slid easily on the surface of your heft and roundedness bulk. You can see your thighs expanding exponentially. The fatty texture of your butt cheeks seem to grow bigger and expand, covering your lower back. Remnants of the huge skirt flutter to the ground as you shift. As pounds of jiggle are added with each breath. Your body shakes and a tremor runs through your entire body. Your physique is becoming thicker by the second.

She asks if you like the cupcake. You for whatever reason loved what it did to you and wanted more. She gives you another cupcake.  Eating another pushed against your bloated stomach, sending vibrations throughout your body. She remarked how fat you've gotten and asks if you're hungry. Your mind went from pity to joy. Your body and mind were thrust into a drug-like haze of happiness as you enjoyed your new gluttonous body form. What was once a young guy now demoted to nothing more than an old woman's chubby milf assistant.

You feel the fat set in around your ribs as your belly rolls over the top of your waistline. Your bare skin jiggled and jiggled as you sucked on air. Each breath sent roll through your body to the middle of your body. Smells the mouthwatering aroma of sweets with each intake on your breath making your stomach growl, even though it's packed to overflowing. The bakery was your home now, and always will be...