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Easy A in Baking - Part 4
🕑 Added 2023-03-08 12:59:01 +0000 UTCWhen Tuesday came back around she started gabbing with some of her peers as they showed up. She of course kept this all hush hush from Professor Mondale. The room was big enough with all the cooking equipment that you could have a private conversation if you were quiet enough. She started by telling them how cruel and unnecessary it was that Professor Mondale made her eat everything the class baked, and then made the ask that they try and cut back their portions. The response she got was the same across the board, they made the baked goods to Mondale's recipe and they wouldn't dare adjust for fear of it affecting their grade. She was getting desperate as the minute hand snapped to the top of the hour, signifying the start of class, but alas she was able to convince no one, at least not yet, was going to help her out.
As the class started baking, Olivia slumped in her chair debating her plan B, dropping the baking class entirely. So far across three classes, the amount of food she had been required to eat had been numerous, but she had managed this far. If she dropped the class she'd have to replace it with whatever scraps were left, which were sure to be less than savory. Part of her figured maybe it was worth just sticking this out.
Halfway through class Olivia noticed professor Mondale heading her way. Olivia hadn't spoken a peep since class started, still professor Mondale looked pissed. "Some of the students told me you approached them before class." She snarled. "They asked me how they could pair down their recipes. Are you trying to run this class?" She hissed. Olivia shook her head no. "I hope you've learned there is no such thing as an easy A." It was then that Olivia had made up her mind that was was going to drop the class. She didn't want to deal with professor Mondale's antics any longer, but what she said next shook her to her core.
"And don't even think about getting out of this by dropping this class. I know the deadline is Friday. I'll make sure admission knows how insolent you were this whole time. One word from me and they will give you a withdrawal fail, keeping your course fee and lowering your gpa. That wouldn't affect your student aid would it?" Professor Mondale was one twisted bitch. She had Olivia trapped. She figured it was best at this point to just keep her mouth shut and suck it up.
Soon the first month of school had flown by and Olivia was looking like a swollen version of her former self. In one short month she had gained 20lbs from all the extra calories from the baking class. All of last year she had gained 15lbs, now she had gained that in less than a month, and she had most certainly noticed the transformation. Olivia had rejoiced in her curvy physique. Knowing herself she knew she was never going to put the effort in to be skinny. Instead she opted for being happy with sultry curves. It was just her curves were looking a little thicker and softer right now, an addition that was going to be hard to undo.
With weight coming on due to her baking class like this she decided to do the one thing she dreaded the most, work out. It wasn't just Olivia's laziness that made her despise working out, more that it was just so depressingly boring. There was no playlist good enough to keep Olivia occupied at a gym for 20 to 30 minutes or more. Music was for dancing, and Olivia lacked any sort of rhythm to begin with. But she had to do something, so she squeezed into some old athletic wear and headed to the school gym.
In her tight athletic wear, Olivia could feel just how much fuller her hourglass figure had become. The elastic band dug into her shapely hips, and the hem rode between her two ripening ass cheeks. Her sports bra felt more like a prison, as her boobs were the biggest they had ever been. Olivia had to get past the discomfort and just focus on the work out. Working out was so boring though, her mind could only drift back to her thickened curves and how soon there’d be no denying she was officially fat, especially if she got heavier than Fran.
A little bit of time on the treadmill and elliptical, and Olivia was just having a terrible experience. She was woefully out of shape having never tried to exert herself, and with the extra 20lbs that had come on so quickly, Olivia wasn’t quite used to lugging around all that extra weight. With a heavy huff she threw in the towel after only 15 minutes. Working out was just not… well working out for her. Back home she stripped out of her sporty outfit, destined to never wear it again. After a quick shower she joined Fran for dinner. Fran had made another hearty meal, one to make sure neither of them went hungry. Both their parents were concerned about their kids living on their own for the first time, but Olivia’s parents would be happy knowing their daughter was eating well, and come holiday break they would surely know just how well she was.
Her baking classes continued to be relentless, forced to eat massive quantities of cookie, pastry, and cake. Each Tuesday and Thursday she’d arrive back at home completely stuffed. Those sinful calories always finding their way from her stomach to the further regions of her figure. Her legs began to look more shapely, her top half filling out, especially her chest. As another month passed at school, Olivia found herself pushing the scale up another 25 lbs. She had closed the gap between her and Fran, which she was none too pleased about, but it at least came with one benefit. “Fran, can I borrow some pants? *Ugh* I just can’t get these to button.” Olivia shouted from one room to another.
Fran found her friends blow up amusing, but was still there to help her out. She trounced into Olivia's room carrying a pair of jeans that just barely didn’t fit her that her roomie might still be able to squeeze into. There Olivia stood in all of her voluptuous glory, wearing a shirt that clung tightly to her top, and panties that were stretched across her 45lb heavier booty. “Just make sure not to bust the button during class.”
Olivia pretended to mockingly laugh at her roommates' mean joke, but it was a very real circumstance, considering Olivia even struggled to put Fran’s hand-me-down jeans on over her thick legs and even wider hips. For the rest of the month the two practically shared a wardrobe. Fran teased Olivia that she’d soon be the bigger roommate, and that didn’t take long to become a reality. Every Tuesday and Thursday, Olivia arrived home thicker than the last. After over two months, and more baked goods than even Olivia could count, the weight ranking in the house changed for the first time since the two gals had met.
