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Easy A in Baking - Part 8
🕑 Added 2023-04-05 11:59:00 +0000 UTCBack at college, Olivia couldn’t help but take in the picturesque view. The college buildings were all covered in a blanket of snow, untouched from heavy foot traffic for weeks. She could also feel the warmth emanating from her now layers of fat, keeping her warm on this cold winter day. Back in high school she would have been chilled to the bone, but now, after gaining 15 more pounds over holiday break, she was perfectly warm. She was also perfectly hungry, as she could feel her stomach craving her next meal. Thankfully Fran had gotten back to the apartment first and had been working on a fitting dinner for their reunion.
Olivia had missed her friend's meals. She had eaten well at all the holiday parties, but having to resort to fast food just to fill her stomach, she’d much rather be filling a third plate right here at her apartment. Tonight Fran even made dessert, since she wasn’t yet competing with Olivia’s baking class. For Olivia it felt good to be back.
She was even kind of excited for her baking class. She had enjoyed her break from it for sure, but was a little nostalgic for the sights and smells of the classroom. That was until she was actually back there. Yes she might have had a smile as she waddled into the room and to her spot, but as soon as Professor Mondale started the class she was reminded why she usually dreaded it so much. “Hope everyone had a nice break.” She started. “I think we need to make up for lost time and make sure none of you got too rusty. Let’s get right into, I have three new items for you all to make today.” Olivia could already feel how heavy her stomach was going to be after this.
The trio of treats baked that day included a millionaire’s shortbread, cream filled donuts, and peanut butter cookies. These sounded like pleasant treats, but with such quantities they were being baked, Olivia was in for her biggest battle yet. The peanut butter cookies were the first thing done, even though they were the last thing started. They seemed like the easy task of the day that came together quickly. Olivia had grown used to large meals, after four months of growing her stomach, so five dozen cookies almost didn’t phase her. It was a lot of work, but it kept her mouth busy as she waited for the rest. The cookies were good too, peanut butter is delicious, so mixed with a cookie, what was not to love? The whole class got high marks on that dish, as they started to plate up the next course.
Olivia wasn’t sure she had ever heard of millionaire’s shortbread before, but it seemed pretty basic with just a shortbread cookie with caramel and chocolate. It soon dawned on her that it was pretty much just a Twix candy bar, just on a much bigger scale, especially when she had five trays to eat. She was also quick to learn they were much heavier and denser than she thought. The gooey caramel, firm after being chilled, carried much of the bulk. But with the cookie underneath and the layer of chocolate on top there was a lot to like about this baked good. But as they started to pile up on top of the peanut butter cookies, Olivia started to have a distaste for them. Cut into squares, each one was about the size of her palm. Her jaw started to ache having to bite through so many thick layers. The cookies Olivia had breezed through, but with these she was taking her time. She wasn’t struggling to fit them all in, but she could certainly feel that she was getting full. Her round belly bloated as she stuffed even more sweets into it.
As the long class started to reach its end, Olivia finally finished her last tray. A sense of relief washed over the young lady, another victorious win over the baked goods. She closed her eyelids for just a moment to collect herself. Upon opening her eyes though she spied five of her fellow students heading her way, each with a plate of donuts. *Ugh!* Olivia grunted. She was so busy eating she forgot there was another course in the works. She was relieved when she wasn’t packed to the gills, but that was before being served a couple dozen donuts. And these were not your run of the mill quick donuts, they were big pillowy packed with cream bad boys.
All the baking had taken until the last minute of class, so right after delivering their last course everyone started to file out of the room, including Professor Mondale, who expected Olivia to finish before leaving, grades on her desk by the end of the day. Olivia had no choice but to continue on. The donuts were not as thick as the millionaires shortbread, which her jaw much appreciated, but that didn’t make them any less of calorie bombs for her stomach. Similarly topped with chocolate, the real star of the show was the Bavarian cream they were filled with. Biting into a donut, Olivia could see that each one was filled with gobs of the thick heavy cream.
Each donut was a real mouthful, taking several bites each to finish. The donuts were so big it didn’t seem like the pile was getting any smaller as she ate one after another. As she ate her stomach grew, putting tension on her sweater and jeans. Halfway through she decided to undo the button on her pants, it wasn’t like anyone was here anyways. This was a trick she adopted at home during dinner with Fran, where there was no shame in wanting a little extra comfort. The bottom of her full belly started to show as it pushed her sweater up, each bite revealing more of her creamy skin.
Finally every delicious donut in sight was gone. Olivia was good and fully stuffed, taking all the time she needed to digest before leaving the empty classroom. Winter semester was here, and this was just the start.
Olivia was back on the hamster wheel, twice a week showing up to class and eating a ludicrous amount of unhealthy calories. Olivia had long made the decision to just power through the class and get it over with, but that decision was getting harder and harder to live with as her weight steadily marched towards 300lbs. What made it even harder though was it seemed like her peers were actually reveling in her torcher and weight gain, at least the ones in her baking class.
As classes passed Olivia could overhear them saying things like, “I added more sugar and butter, just to make it extra good for Olivia.” or “I just put in like 25% more of everything and made my dough balls extra large.” or “Can’t wait to see how fat we can get Olivia by the end of the year, she’s going to be such a whale!” They said it like they wanted her to hear. They smiled at her when they dropped off their plate, like they were relishing in each additional calorie she had to consume. Every treat was fuel for the fire, every class was adding inches to her frame. Seeing their hot classmate double in size in just a handful of months was just too entertaining for them, like seeing a car accident, they couldn’t look away.
Oliva tried to make a case with professor Mondale, her fellow students were flying right in the face of her lessons by making extra of each dessert and adding fattening ingredients. Olivia started to give her peers lower marks on any dishes she thought were tampered with. How could professor Mondale be upset about this? To Olivia’s surprise, Mondale was more upset at her than the other students. “Olivia, what is this?!?” Professor Mondale said sternly while holding one of Olivia’s grading reports. Olivia had been a harsher grader than normal after a few weeks of unnecessary extra calories. “You can’t take your weight problem out on your fellow students!” She glared at the round girl's full belly.
“But, but…” Olivia wasn’t very good when it came to conflict with professor Mondale. “They’ve been adding extra to their bakes, making more than needed on purpose.”
“These students follow my recipes to the tee. Are you telling me there is a problem with my recipes?”
“No ma’am.” Olivia knew she had lost this battle before it had even begun.
Professor Mondale turned her attention back towards the class. “Can I have everyone’s attention? I’ve recently learned that our class taste tester has been playing fast and loose with all of your grades. I can’t go back and change them, but for anyone looking to boost their grade, I’ll be accepting extra credit from now until the end of the year. All extra credit can be turned into Olivia for judging. Thank you.” Olivia sank into her seat even further, which was hard to do given her size.
