The Baker's Dozen

“Hey Adrian, can I talk to you in my office?” Hayden motioned upstairs.

Adrian nervously followed his rotund boss up the stairs that creaked under their collective weight. The young man could feel his skin begin to break a sweat, less from the physical activity and more out of fear of being let go. He knew he wasn’t great with customers. Plus, he had miscounted money on more than one occasion and even taken down the wrong order a few times. Being a cashier at such a busy bakery was perhaps not his forte. Still, he desperately needed the income since moving out on his own.

Hayden waddled over to one of his reinforced office chairs and plopped down with a sigh. Hayden was a very large man that resembled a cartoon rendering of a baker. His pale skin was soft and fluffy as dough, often flushed pink. Rounded cheeks connected to a pooling double chin that covered the neck opening of his bakers uniform. Adrian felt small in comparison, despite the weight he’d gained since starting at Muffin Tops. He supposed everyone felt small next to Hayden.

“So Adrian,” Hayden continued. “I know you struggle working front of the house. No need to be ashamed. I think your talents might be better suited to working in the kitchen. I notice you like sampling the goods and often have questions about their construction, plus the holiday season is here and we will need all hands on deck. What do you think of that idea?”

“I... uh... yeah, sure I would love to. What does it entail?”

“Well it would technically be a promotion with a small raise and new title. You will shadow head baker Liam for a week, sampling everything he does and learning his technique. When you’re ready, we will turn you loose under strict supervision.”

“Wow, I accept. I’d love that.”

And with that, Adrian was officially a professional baker in training. Feeling radiant, he grabbed a six pack on the way home to his small studio apartment. He planned to celebrate by polishing off some beer and having a gourmet pizza delivered. He relished these small pleasures since his girlfriend moved out a few months ago. Sure, the apartment felt lonely at times, but Adrian enjoyed indulging in beer, take out, and video games without anyone interfering. He had developed a slight paunch since starting at Muffin Tops a few months ago, something his girlfriend detested, and the single life caused his paunch to graduate into a beginner belly. Adrian was fully aware of the weight he was packing on, as his girlfriend would often point it out. He didn’t seem to care though. If he was being frank, he was actually kind of enjoying the spare tire.

The next day, Adrian received a kitchen tour from Liam. Liam was a hefty guy, like most of the employees at Muffin Tops. He had a thick Irish accent and dark hair that seemed to sprout all over his body, from his head, to the ferocious moustache and scruff that clung to his face, and all the way down his body. Dense chest hair sprung from the edges of his shirt and his glistening armpits sandwiched between muscled arms were excessively hirsute. He even sported a hairy lower back and ass crack that was only glimpsed when he bent over.

At 6’4” Liam had an imposing frame and probably weighed about 260 pounds. While chubby he wasn’t anywhere near as rotund as Hayden or the other owner, Diego. Liam was simply an overgrown and well fed man. In the warmer months he wore a wife beater that left little to the imagination. His belly hung over his waistband with a firmness that lent a masculine air to his persona, complemented by the dense fur that curled out from around the thin tank top. Having been hired in the summer, this was how Adrian first met Liam and as a result Adrian always regarded him with a level of fear and admiration. Being on the shorter side himself, Liam cast an imposing shadow for Adrian.

After the tour, Adrian watched as Liam began whipping up a few batches of muffins. When the first dozen came out of the oven Adrian’s mouth watered from the delicious aroma.

“You hungry, boy?” Liam said

Adrian felt embarrassed by how obviously ravenous he was and only nodded his head.

“Good, because at Muffin Tops every dozen pastries is taste tested to ensure quality. And until you get the hang of things you’re going to be my little taste tester. So go ahead, grab one.”

Adrian grabbed a warm chocolate chip muffin from the tray and bit into it. It was as delicious and high quality as everything served at Muffin Tops. Adrian polished off the chocolate muffin and before he knew it there were fresh blueberry ones, and then scones, and then cupcakes, and then tarts, and then cake. By the time it was his lunch break Adrian was stuffed with so many sweets that he was developing a headache from the sugar. He was far from hungry, but he still had lunch to keep him chugging through the day. By the time the bakery closed, Adrian felt nauseatingly full. He couldn’t imagine keeping this up and wanted to protest the constant sampling but was afraid of Liam’s reaction. Besides, if the other bakers could do it so could he.

After a few weeks of shadowing Liam and sampling his wares Adrian had developed a larger capacity and tolerance for consuming so many sweets. He also packed on a solid ten or so pounds around his waist and ass. The weight was really beginning to show as his belly rounded out on his shorter frame. The pudge at his navel was turning into a gut that sloped out from under his chest. Meanwhile his ass became two globs of fat that wobbled noticeably as he walked, barely contained by any of his pants. You are what you eat, and Adrian was a muffin top.

“You’ll be sampling your own creations now,” Liam said proudly as he pushed his plump baby bird out of the nest. “You’ve gotten a taste for how it should be so you’ll know when you make a mistake now.”

Adrian was nervous to begin working independently. Nevertheless, he charged forward full speed ahead. His first several batches were actually a success and by the end of the day he felt accomplished. As Adrian was packing up to head home, he accidentally dropped his keys between the trash compactor and freezer. Turning sideways, he attempted to slide between the two machines and pick them up, but quickly learned he was far too chubby to fit.

“That’s cute you think you’d fit in there,” a voice said.

Adrian turned around to see Liam watching him with his icy blue eyes. Adrian blushed, “It’s all this sampling we have to do. I’m swelling up like the rest of you guys.”

“That’s how Hayden and Diego like it,” Liam grinned and looked Adrian up and down. “We call it the baker’s dozen- those first twelve pounds you pack on when you start baking. It’s not the worst thing. Besides, it’s only November 1st, just wait until later in the month when business picks up. You won’t know what hit ya.”

Adrian struggled to bend over and grabbed his keys. With each step out of the kitchen he could sense Liam’s strong gaze from behind, stirring a sense of anxiety deep within Adrian. Was Liam judging his weight? He hoped he hadn’t made a fool of himself. All Adrian desired was approval from the head baker.

Sure enough, business noticeably picked up the first three weeks of November. Everyone’s shifts were extended and some bakers, including Adrian, were picking up extra days. Adrian found the extra work pleasurable, as it kept him busy and his tummy full. Naturally, as Liam prophesied, Adrian continued to gain weight.

At this point, all of Adrian’s T-shirts were clinging to his hefty body and barely managed to cover him up. This didn’t matter much, as he wore an apron in the kitchen that concealed the tender flesh that was exposed whenever he reached for something or bent over. Outside of work Adrian wore his favorite sweater that used to be oversized but now fit him perfectly. He figured he could get some new T-shirts come spring, but for now he was enjoying his curvier figure and ill-fitting clothes.

The extra weight was particularly comforting as the cold weather drifted in. Adrian felt an unfamiliar desire to constantly eat and sleep whenever he wasn’t working. It was though hibernation was nearing and his body yearned for excess blubber to keep him warm. He found the extra fat piling up under his skin to be insulating and cozy as a warm blanket. The weight felt like a soft hug to himself, especially when he slept. In the last few weeks he developed a deep appreciation for crawling under the crisp sheets of his bed after a long day of work and cuddling up to his doughy self.

It was one week until Thanksgiving and the owners of Muffin Tops, Hayden and his husband Diego, addressed the employees at a team meeting. Hayden looked how he always did, like an oozing marshmallow with limbs. He was as fat and fluffy as any trustworthy baker should be. Diego, on the other hand, had a strong base of muscle which supported the extra 200 or so pounds of fat compacted onto his frame. Looking at them side by side it was hard not to wonder how the two massive men managed to make love.

The meeting went as expected with the bosses extolling a lame “go team” pep talk during one of their busiest times of the year. It was clarified that the experienced bakers would be working on custom orders while everyone else focused on churning out the greatest hits at a high volume. Adrian mentally prepared himself for a demanding day as the employees dispersed.

On his way to the kitchen Adrian’s stomach began to growl. He was surprised considering the large breakfast he had eaten, but knew he could look forward to sampling his batches. As the day wore on Adrian began to feel out of sorts. First off, the kitchen was overstaffed which only made the temperature even hotter with all the ovens going. As a result, everyone was sweating, especially Adrian. He quickly learned that with extra padding comes extra sweating as his clothes became soaked.

Frustratingly, his shirt was perpetually riding up and eventually he just gave up on pulling it down. At the very least, it provided a bit of ventilation for his underbelly. To make matters worse, the interior of his thighs were on fire and his belly was itching like crazy. These were both novel sensations to the young gainer, making him wonder if heat stroke or a heart attack was imminent. Still, he pressed on.

By the time Adrian arrived home he was exhausted. His legs felt weak, his hair was soaked with sweat, and his thighs were on fire. The first thing he did was strip naked and look in the mirror. Sure enough, the inside of his thighs were bright red. He touched them tenderly and realized it was a simple case of chub rub. Next, he lifted up his shirt and was shocked by what he saw. The itchiness was born from bright red stretch marks surrounding his belly button. All of this discomfort was due to his weight. Briefly concerned, his stomach growled and Adrian was once again struck by the desire to stuff himself silly before drifting off to sleep.

The rest of the week proceeded with the same level of discomfort and fatigue. While his fat felt luscious and cozy at home it weighed him down in the kitchen, literally. Two days out from Thanksgiving and Adrian was struggling to keep his pace up. Consequently, he accidentally ruined a batch of pumpkin muffins. Liam watched disapprovingly as Adrian dumped the muffins into the garbage and started over. Pressure was already high due to the incoming holiday and Liam’s judgmental gaze had Adrian on edge.

To make up time, Adrian blasted through several more batches without taste testing them. Little did he know that Liam’s watchful eye caught everything and towards the end of the day Liam sampled one of Adrian’s muffins.

“You didn’t sample this did you?” Liam aggressively queried.

Adrian’s heart dropped as he turned around to face Liam. The Irishman stood inches away. His massive biceps were pumped up from working all day and glistened with sweat. Large wet marks circled his chest and underarms as his belly heaved with heavy breathing. Liam held stern eye contact as beads of sweat fell from his brow.

“I...” Adrian’s mouth was dry with fear. “I did not, no.”

Almost everyone had left for the day, except Hayden who watched silently from across the room. This only heightened the intensity of the situation for Adrian.

“I can tell. What do you have to say?” Liam demanded and took a step closer so that his belly was touching Adrian’s chest.

“I guess I was rushing, I’m sorry.”

“Rushing? A fat little pud like you rushing? Seemed to be moving pretty slow to me. What do you think is a good punishment boy?”

“I can stay late and make up for all the mistakes.”

“No, that won’t do. I think you should eat all the mistakes. There’s what, three, four dozen pastries here you ruined? You need to consume every single one so you know what you did wrong. You’re a big boy after all, you can handle it.”

Liam placed a muffin against Adrian’s mouth, “Eat.”

Adrian held the muffin in his hands and took a bite. His skin was bright red with humiliation. Hayden continued rolling out dough in the corner watching the scene unfold.

“Faster. You have a lot to get through here. Faster, piggy.”

Adrian picked up the pace. After six pastries he was beginning to enjoy himself and lost track of what Liam was doing. Indeed, they weren’t the best, but the sweetness was intoxicating to Adrian who crammed one after another into his mouth. The desire to be overfed was once again stirring within Adrian and Liam pushed the remaining pastries off the counter and onto the ground.

“Go on, faster!”

Adrian fell to his hands and knees and shoveled the pastries into his mouth. The position caused the elastic band on his pants to sag generously low, revealing Adrian’s fleshy and glistening rear. With his shirt already riding up past his love handles, Adrian was already half naked. Liam rubbed the growing erection in his denim and slid a chocolate cake in front of Adrian.

“But, I didn’t make this,” Adrian garbled with his mouth full.

With one large hand, Liam shoved Adrian’s face into the cake. Adrian knew what to do. He vacuumed up chunks of the delicious cake with glee, finding himself strangely aroused by the process. By the time Liam ripped down Adrian’s shorts both men were fully erect. Adrian had never had any gay encounters but found himself hungry for Liam’s cock. He arched his back causing his doughy ass cheeks to spread.

“Fuck,” Liam slapped Adrian’s ass and tightly gripped his massive paws around each cheek, “that is a fucking rump.”

He jiggled Adrian’s posterior with fervor, his mouth salivating. As Liam began unbuttoning his denim, Hayden left the room. Not surprisingly, Liam’s cock was massive. He pulled back his foreskin and thwacked Adrian’s ass fat with his dick. It bounced back from the gelatinous cheeks leaving a string of precum behind. Liam repeated this move a few more times spurring Adrian to eat the cake even more ferociously while hiking his ass up in desperation.

Adrian yearned to be fucked. To be filled from both ends. He wanted to feel completely stuffed and gooey from the inside out. Rational thought left his mind as desire, lust, and gluttony clouded his head.

With the help of some nearby vegetable oil Liam began inching his cock inside the hungry piggy. Adrian groaned in pain and pleasure. Liam’s shaft was a lot to handle and the deeper he plunged the more Adrian yelped.

“That’s right, squeal for me piggy,” Liam grunted as he shoved the last inch of cock inside Adrian, causing Adrian’s face to plop back into the remaining cake. “Keep on eating that cake while I pound yours.”

As Liam continued thrusting, Adrian grunted and groaned with mouthfuls of chocolate cake. At this point Adrian’s entire face was encrusted with chocolate and sugar and fudge. As Liam picked up pace, he would slap Adrian’s ass and watch the waves of fat undulate beneath him. Adrian’s body turned to liquid with each smack, wobbling and slapping like a water balloon about to burst.

Liam’s own tank of a belly sloshed and bounced while they fucked. Occasionally Liam would swipe a handful of the sweat from beneath his overhang and stuff it in Adrian’s face, letting the pig know full well who was fucking him. Adrian’s moaning became near-constant as Liam’s huge balls slapped against Adrian's puffy taint with each thrust.

Adrian’s body, composed of roll after roll of gooey chub, was now bright red with ecstasy. The cake was nearly finished and Adrian’s cock gushed precum as Liam badgered at the pig’s prostate. Adrian was too weak to reach his cock buried behind layers of chub, otherwise he probably would have orgasmed long ago. Liam bent over, his belly filling Adrian’s back, and patted the bottom’s hanging gut. Taking a handful, Liam squeezed the blubber which forced a belch from Adrian’s lips.

“That’s a good piggy. Are you ready for daddy’s come, huh piggy?”

Adrian nodded and whimpered.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you. Do you want this cream? You wanna be filled up, huh?”

“Yes, I want it. Fuck! Fill me up! Please!”

With that Liam plunged deep inside Adrian and unleashed his load. Adrian could feel the giant man’s cock convulse and retract with each generous gob of come it shot out inside of him. Desperate to take his load, Adrian pushed his rump further back on Liam’s cock, swallowing up all that he could so that he felt full. Just as they both thought they were finished, Liam began pumping into Adrian again.

Adrian’s yelps reached a fever pitch. After a couple more minutes they were orgasming in unison. Completely hands free, Adrian’s load blasted forward with an immensity he did not know. As the young pig saw stars, Liam tensed and quivered from his second orgasm, his demeanor weakening as Adrian’s ass sucked up his load. Drenched in sweat and exhausted, Liam’s heaping body fell limp and weak atop his prized pig.

While Liam had maintained his authority thus far, he now felt completely drained from Adrian’s hungry hole. Adrian, on the other hand, felt newly whole, like a warm cream filled doughnut stuffed to perfection. The two men lay spooning in a puddle on the floor, Liam’s cock still inside Adrian. As they softly cupped one another Liam placed a kiss on Adrian’s shoulder.

“Whoa,” Adrian muttered, “that was wild. This place is wild.”

“If you thought that was intense,” Liam retorted, “just wait until December.”