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When a big catering order gets cancelled and the baker hates wasting food, there's only one thing to do. Eat it all yourself.
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CC, Cheesecake to his friends, on account of his coloration being mainly cream toned with tan and brown, stood in his bakery with a slightly distraught expression on his face and his tail flicking restlessly. The Sergal had just finished the huge order of the mini cheesecakes that his bakery was famous for, along with a few dozen danishes and turnovers...when the customer had canceled. The account was paid in advance, which was his policy. But the customer hadn’t said why he’d canceled the event, and hadn’t proposed an alternate date which left all of these baked goods to get thrown out.
The portly Sergal couldn’t help shivering in revulsion at the idea, he hated throwing away perfectly good food. The tremor that went through him was enough to set his small paunch bouncing around; that little dome of girth was a reminder of other orders that had been canceled last minute. Normally though, he was able to sell them at a steep discount the following morning, but he was going away for vacation tomorrow...the bakery would be closed for several days. Which, of course, meant that the pastries wouldn’t be fit to sell when he got back.
“Ughhh, this is why I need to hire a couple more people…I dunno if I can finish all these.” The Sergal muttered while he brushed at the creamy colored and caramel colored fur on his cheek. CC grimaced at the table, everything was boxed up and ready for a delivery that wouldn’t be sent. He looked at the message from the client again and his frown deepened over the lack of detail. But that didn’t matter so much now, because here Cheesecake was with two dozen danishes, a dozen turnovers in various flavors, and three dozen mini cheesecakes; a dozen each topped with caramel, fudge sauce, and strawberries.
Cheesecake walked a slow circle around the table, trying not to think of it as “sizing up” an opponent, and started to undo the stained apron that was covering his white button-up shirt. Then he paused and retied the straps, better to have the layer of protection for his last white dress shirt. Then, with a sigh, CC sat down at the table and pulled the closest pastry box to him, the jam turnovers. He flicked it open and pulled out a turnover, frowning at the decorative icing work on the surface of it that spelled out ‘Tie the Knot with M&K’. Cheesecake felt a brief pang as he thought about the canceled wedding, hoping that it was a temporary thing...he hated to think about heartbreak. And then there was the fact that guests wouldn’t be able to enjoy his creations. “Better to let it go to the waist than to waste,” he muttered and popped the pastry into his mouth.
He’d always been a fan of his own cooking, and CC knew how good a baker he was, but that didn’t stop him from closing his eyes in pleasure again as he chewed up the morsel and swallowed. The sergal sighed again, more pleasure than resignation in the expression this time, and selected another turnover.
CC tried to get through the first box of pastries as fast as he could, knowing that if he took his time fullness would catch up with him faster. But cramming the turnovers into his mouth made the flaky pastry crumble and got lots of little pieces of it on the floor. He moaned in frustration, he’d already swept up. Grumbling to himself for a few minutes he weighed the increased mess that would come with rapid eating against the increased fullness and possibly being unable to finish off these pastries if he were to eat them delicately to avoid scattering crumbs.
And while he was contemplating…a dollop of the fruit filling in the turnover he was holding dripped out onto the floor. CC sighed, that settled it, if he tried to gorge at high speed he’d probably wind up having to sweep and mop. The Sergal grimaced and started to eat again, more carefully now. Which of course made him more likely to savor and spend more time appreciating how he’d woven the buttery rich flavors of the pastry with the sweet sugary filling.
“Well,” He murmured to himself between bites of the strawberry jam turnover he was currently working on, “There are worse things than getting really really overfull I suppose.” He huffed, plucking at the waistband of his stretchy slacks, wondering if he’d need to go up a couple sizes after today. He’d always put on weight quite easily, so he was certain tonight would do some damage to his waistline. Especially considering that the client who’d made this order had specifically asked for the most fattening ingredients he could find.
Cheesecake munched his way methodically through the boxes of his culinary genius. His mind swung back and forth from appreciation of his own handiwork and frustration that the would-be attendants of his client’s canceled event wouldn’t get to taste them. “I’ll just savor them enough for all the possible attendants then.” He said to himself resolutely, nudging the empty turnover box aside and drawing one of the boxes of the mini cheesecakes closer.
The portly Sergal puffed and moaned, his stomach starting to look firm and bloated already after only finishing one box out of the six that he had to eat. Trying to ignore how full he already was from the dozen jam turnovers he unsealed the first box of the mini cheesecakes, the caramels. He selected his next treat with an almost hesitant paw. The little cakes were still warm from the oven and so gave off such tantalizing scents, he couldn’t help inhaling deeply and wasn’t too surprised to feel a pang of something like hunger as he picked up that first one, popping it into his mouth.
Caramel and sweetened cream cheese perfection washed over CC’s taste buds and he sagged forward onto the table, starting to eat on autopilot. The Sergal knew he was good, but these were quite possibly the best mini cheesecakes he’d baked here in years. For a while nothing mattered aside from getting the next mouthful of that rich sweet ambrosia; not any possible mess from eating faster, not how full his stomach was feeling, nothing. So CC was barely aware of how rapidly he emptied that box of cheesecakes. Not until his hand reached for another and encountered only bare cardboard.
“Mmph..?” He grunted interrogatively, leaning forward with rather more difficulty than he’d felt before. The box was definitely empty, barren of anything except for a few stray crumbs of graham cracker crust. “Guess I…” He broke off, pushing the side of his fist against his muzzle and stifling a belch, he even muttered a quiet “S’cuse me…” out of pure habit. “Guess I really outdid myself with this batch…I’d better remember the recipe tweaks…could sell this as…” He stifles another burp. “Premium cheesecakes,” He murmurs and groans, pulling a third box closer.
Round Three: CC vs His Confections features blueberry and cheese danishes. As he clumsily undoes the strings holding this box closed he can’t help noticing how much tighter his button-up is feeling. He looks down, feeling his chins squish more than usual, and grunts in surprise. He can see how much the shirt is puckering between the buttons even through the apron…which he now notices is feeling much tighter around his middle than before. “Mmph? I knew I gained easily, but this is…this is ridiculous.” He murmured, forgetting the danishes for the moment to fumble with the strings on his apron.
Even the Sergal’s fingers feel puffier and clumsier, it takes him several seconds longer than it normally would to undo the bow holding the apron against him. He tugged it over his head with a grunt, and even though he could see some of the damage clearly enough before he still let out a quiet gasp of surprise when he saw how much his shirt had ridden up. He tossed the apron onto the back of a nearby chair without turning his attention away from his unexpectedly enlarged midsection.
CC tugged experimentally at the hem of his shirt, he could actually hear the fibers in the garment protesting as he tried to pull it over more of his softer, wider, droopier paunch. If he could even call it that anymore, he was certainly brushing up against belly territory if not firmly there already. He shivered a little as he ran his paws over his doughy middle, he just felt so much softer now. His shirt creaked and he could hear some thread straining fairly loudly, the plump Sergal took this as a warning to stop. He set his pudgier fingers to the task of undoing the buttons…which turned out to be harder than expected with them pulled so tight against their fastenings.
Eventually CC wriggled and jiggled his way free of his shirt and looked over his torso and arms. As his fingers brushed over his soft fur he could see new stretch marks on his belly, already fading. “Odd…” He murmured as he rubbed his hands over his belly some more. Even if every morsel of the baked goods he’d eaten so far had turned right into fat he didn’t think he’d eaten enough to grow this much. He puffed and groaned, finding he liked the way rubbing his taut belly felt rather more than he’d expected to. He sat that way, kneading at his own dough, for several minutes before shifting uncomfortably…really noticing how tight his slacks felt for the first time. He shook his head and decided not to pay attention to that just now.
CC folded his shirt carefully and sat it aside with his apron, then…being unable to stand the little pile of pastry crumbs on the floor by his chair any longer he got up and grabbed a broom. Thankfully it was the work of just a few seconds before he was finished. Because by then, he felt an inexplicably intense flash of hunger. The Sergal blinked, yes…there was no mistaking it, hunger. He pressed his paw into the side of his belly, and found no firmness underneath his now not-so-modest layer of belly fat. He pushed harder, experimentally, and found that his paw sank quite far into the plush yielding fat of his newly widened and deepened side rolls. Another persistent growl jostled him out of his renewed inspection of his freshly acquired flab.
His eyes returned to the remaining four boxes of pastries and he found his mouth watering. But the how of his hunger was bothering him enough that he first waddled to the kitchen area of the bakery and dug around for some of the ingredients containers he’d used in this batch of pastries. He read over the labels of a few of them…and didn’t really find anything too far out of the ordinary, except for a logo he didn’t recognize on a few of them. A geometric pattern, square and gem or crystal-like with three sections inside, two white and one black. A G and a T were on the white sections, and a circular shape was in the upper section with the black background. Underneath it was a grinning, pudgy, vulpine face. “Hmm, must be a new supplier.” The pudgy Sergal muttered to himself as he put the empty containers away again, finally finding his sudden hunger too much to ignore.
CC lumbered back to the table with a soft groan, and pulled the box of danishes toward him as he sat down. He leaned heavily over the table, telling himself that he was doing this to ensure less mess, but really it just seemed the most efficient way to get all of these baked goods into his belly as quickly as possible. He let out a quiet moan as he started to push one danish into his mouth after another. The pudgy, and now visibly expanding, Sergal was careful to keep himself leaned over the box and the table in his effort to keep any mess he might make from getting on the floor. His swelling body complicated things, every now and then he’d have to adjust his positioning to keep his bloating middle from pushing the table further away.
The rotund baker rapidly fell into the same kind of gourmandizing reverie that he’d fallen into while eating the first of the three dozen mini-cheesecakes. Blueberry danishes disappeared into him as quickly as they did even the most gluttonous customers he kept supplied with confectionary goodness. While CC was stuffing himself, time meant nothing to him but even so it felt like it was all too soon when his paw encountered the bare cardboard at the bottom of the box.
Once more, he felt painfully stuffed now that all twelve of the danishes were in his stomach. His belly, under his soft cream colored fur, was taut again. The Sergal puffed and moaned, gently pawing at his plump middle while he cast a bleary eye over what was still left to eat. He briefly thought of just packing them up and trying to take them with him…but the trip wouldn’t make that easy to manage. “Better to…” He stifled a belch, his cheeks turning rosy again as he groaned. He was secretly quite happy that there wasn’t anyone here to witness his manners in such a tattered state. His breath went out in a puff and he shook his head, “Better to finish it off now…and have the night to recover… than to have to deal with…all these boxes while I’m…on the way.”
CC leaned back in his chair, his breath coming in a kind of steady shallow panting as he tried to massage some of the intensity out of how overfull he felt. And again, as he sat there pressing his palms into his belly fat he noticed that his midsection was starting to feel gradually softer, and his stomach felt steadily less and less packed with pastry; all the while the droopy mound of his belly sat more and more heavily on his lap. At the same time, the tightening sensation in his slacks continued to intensify. The Sergal grimaced, tugging at his waistband gingerly at first then fumbling at the button clumsily as the gentle adjustments offered little in the way of relief.
The increasing tightness of the garment’s waistband made undoing the button difficult and time consuming…too time consuming. Before CC could maneuver the button through its slot the thread holding it in place gave way with a pop. The button sailed away and clattered against one of the boxes that was still full of pastries. CC stared at the button as it steadily came to a rest on the table. “Well…I guess it’s official…gotta go up a few sizes.” He muttered hoping that the “emergency fat outfit”, which were actually the uniform and slacks of one of his previous employees who’d been a good bit pudgier than CC, would fit him.
The noticeably fatter Sergal tugged at his slowly disintegrating slacks for a few more seconds before turning his attention back to the last three boxes of pastries. As much as he loved the cheesecakes he was famous for, he figured he’d better make sure he had at least something of a palette cleanser between the two boxes. Otherwise eating them all one right after the other could prove more taxing than necessary.
CC stood and walked to the refrigerator, it was hard not to notice how much more pronounced his waddle was and how much more…motion was jiggling and wobbling through him now compared to before he started “disposing of” this canceled order. Once there he was bemused to note that he was completely out of milk, though there were a couple of quarts of heavy cream left over from today’s baking. He started to turn away from the fridge to draw himself a glass of water from the tap, but something stopped him. He grabbed one of the quarts of cream and lumbered heavily back toward the table.
“What’s gotten into me…” CC muttered to himself as he opened the carton and took a swallow of the cream. The caloric dairy poured down his throat and helped rinse away the lingering buildup of sweetness in his mouth. Then he reached over and pulled another box of the mini-cheesecakes, the strawberry ones, over in front of him. CC leaned over the table and steadily, methodically, pushed one mini-cheesecake into his mouth after another. Fullness gradually rose in his belly again. The sensation was really quite pleasant and even when he began to near the end of that box of cheesecakes he didn’t feel nearly as overbloated as he’d felt after each of the first three boxes.
The Sergal hiccupped and pressed the side of his fist against his muzzle for a moment, then picked up the last box of danishes, raspberry and cheese, without waiting for the cheesecakes to “fully settle”. He opened the box, took another long swig of cream, and then started to eat again. The sensation of his body processing the pastries at this breakneck pace that his digestive system had been working at all day was a little strange accompanied by his continued gourmandizing. His fullness would wane, and then he’d gulp down another pastry or take another swig of cream and the slight edge of discomfort would resurge for a moment before he repeats the process again.
Faster than he’d expected, he got through that box of danishes. CC looked over himself, he was shocked at how much he’d grown just from eating…well you can’t really say he’d “just eaten” sixty pastries. But still, he slid his paws under his belly and hefted the warm soft mass. He could feel it swelling slightly still. Cheesecake slowly pulled his hands from underneath his much larger belly, the mass of flab plopped down onto his thighs with a muffled slap and drooped down between his legs. The amount of weight he was putting on seemed greatly disproportionate to how much he’d eaten. “And gosh…why does it feel so good?” The Sergal murmured quietly as he gripped at his plump lovehandles.
Still puzzling over his strangely fattening “snack”, the Sergal picked up the carton of cream and gulped down a few more swallows of it before pulling the last box of the canceled order over, it was time for the fudge topped cheesecake. He flicked the box open with a few practiced motions to reveal the confections inside. He surprised himself again by licking his lips in anticipation, and by the subtle gurgling from his stomach. “Normally I’d be…,” he stifles another burp, “Nearly sick to my stomach eating all these pastries…what gives?”
He waited a few moments, but the only answer he got was another soft rumble from his belly. So he started to eat again. CC was borne away again toward baked-goods induced bliss as he worked his way through the mini-cheesecakes. If he weren’t so absorbed in the act of eating he would have been unable to miss the fact that he was swelling with fat more rapidly than he’d grown at any other point that night. It was almost as if each of the boxes had held back some of their calorie-rich potency to be released at the finale.
His tail grew thicker, his thighs plumped and shredded through his slacks, and his belly swelled outward to gradually push the table away. Eyes closed, and puffing softly, CC’s paw fished out the last of the delicious creamy morsels from the box. He smacked his lips languidly as his eyes opened slowly. He looked at his body without really seeing it for a moment then chuckled. “I guess I am…what I eat…” Then popped the mini-cheesecake into his mouth.
He rubbed his paws over his doughy middle, and his plump moobs, shaking his head in disbelief. Picking up the carton of cream and downing the last of it, he noticed the same geometric gem-like logo with the G and T and the smiling fox face underneath. “Maybe I…aughta…avoid this supplier…sales will probably go down…if all my customers get too…fat to move.” He groaned and stood with some difficulty.
Looking down at the floor he was relieved to see no mess there. The table was another story altogether. The Sergal moaned disconsolately and waddled off to grab his “emergency fat” clothing…and the cleaning supplies. CC stood in the bathroom a few moments later wriggling into the spare uniform. It hugged his thigh rolls and barely slid up over his widened rump. This shirt puckered around the buttons hugely…but he was able to wrestle the garments onto his corpulent frame. Still sucking in his gut slightly, he risked relaxing his belly…and one of the buttons at his navel popped off.
“Yeah…I really need to hire someone to ‘clean up’ canceled orders…” CC sighed and waddled back out to clean up the mess he’d left.
Fin
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CC, Cheesecake to his friends, on account of his coloration being mainly cream toned with tan and brown, stood in his bakery with a slightly distraught expression on his face and his tail flicking restlessly. The Sergal had just finished the huge order of the mini cheesecakes that his bakery was famous for, along with a few dozen danishes and turnovers...when the customer had canceled. The account was paid in advance, which was his policy. But the customer hadn’t said why he’d canceled the event, and hadn’t proposed an alternate date which left all of these baked goods to get thrown out.
The portly Sergal couldn’t help shivering in revulsion at the idea, he hated throwing away perfectly good food. The tremor that went through him was enough to set his small paunch bouncing around; that little dome of girth was a reminder of other orders that had been canceled last minute. Normally though, he was able to sell them at a steep discount the following morning, but he was going away for vacation tomorrow...the bakery would be closed for several days. Which, of course, meant that the pastries wouldn’t be fit to sell when he got back.
“Ughhh, this is why I need to hire a couple more people…I dunno if I can finish all these.” The Sergal muttered while he brushed at the creamy colored and caramel colored fur on his cheek. CC grimaced at the table, everything was boxed up and ready for a delivery that wouldn’t be sent. He looked at the message from the client again and his frown deepened over the lack of detail. But that didn’t matter so much now, because here Cheesecake was with two dozen danishes, a dozen turnovers in various flavors, and three dozen mini cheesecakes; a dozen each topped with caramel, fudge sauce, and strawberries.
Cheesecake walked a slow circle around the table, trying not to think of it as “sizing up” an opponent, and started to undo the stained apron that was covering his white button-up shirt. Then he paused and retied the straps, better to have the layer of protection for his last white dress shirt. Then, with a sigh, CC sat down at the table and pulled the closest pastry box to him, the jam turnovers. He flicked it open and pulled out a turnover, frowning at the decorative icing work on the surface of it that spelled out ‘Tie the Knot with M&K’. Cheesecake felt a brief pang as he thought about the canceled wedding, hoping that it was a temporary thing...he hated to think about heartbreak. And then there was the fact that guests wouldn’t be able to enjoy his creations. “Better to let it go to the waist than to waste,” he muttered and popped the pastry into his mouth.
He’d always been a fan of his own cooking, and CC knew how good a baker he was, but that didn’t stop him from closing his eyes in pleasure again as he chewed up the morsel and swallowed. The sergal sighed again, more pleasure than resignation in the expression this time, and selected another turnover.
CC tried to get through the first box of pastries as fast as he could, knowing that if he took his time fullness would catch up with him faster. But cramming the turnovers into his mouth made the flaky pastry crumble and got lots of little pieces of it on the floor. He moaned in frustration, he’d already swept up. Grumbling to himself for a few minutes he weighed the increased mess that would come with rapid eating against the increased fullness and possibly being unable to finish off these pastries if he were to eat them delicately to avoid scattering crumbs.
And while he was contemplating…a dollop of the fruit filling in the turnover he was holding dripped out onto the floor. CC sighed, that settled it, if he tried to gorge at high speed he’d probably wind up having to sweep and mop. The Sergal grimaced and started to eat again, more carefully now. Which of course made him more likely to savor and spend more time appreciating how he’d woven the buttery rich flavors of the pastry with the sweet sugary filling.
“Well,” He murmured to himself between bites of the strawberry jam turnover he was currently working on, “There are worse things than getting really really overfull I suppose.” He huffed, plucking at the waistband of his stretchy slacks, wondering if he’d need to go up a couple sizes after today. He’d always put on weight quite easily, so he was certain tonight would do some damage to his waistline. Especially considering that the client who’d made this order had specifically asked for the most fattening ingredients he could find.
Cheesecake munched his way methodically through the boxes of his culinary genius. His mind swung back and forth from appreciation of his own handiwork and frustration that the would-be attendants of his client’s canceled event wouldn’t get to taste them. “I’ll just savor them enough for all the possible attendants then.” He said to himself resolutely, nudging the empty turnover box aside and drawing one of the boxes of the mini cheesecakes closer.
The portly Sergal puffed and moaned, his stomach starting to look firm and bloated already after only finishing one box out of the six that he had to eat. Trying to ignore how full he already was from the dozen jam turnovers he unsealed the first box of the mini cheesecakes, the caramels. He selected his next treat with an almost hesitant paw. The little cakes were still warm from the oven and so gave off such tantalizing scents, he couldn’t help inhaling deeply and wasn’t too surprised to feel a pang of something like hunger as he picked up that first one, popping it into his mouth.
Caramel and sweetened cream cheese perfection washed over CC’s taste buds and he sagged forward onto the table, starting to eat on autopilot. The Sergal knew he was good, but these were quite possibly the best mini cheesecakes he’d baked here in years. For a while nothing mattered aside from getting the next mouthful of that rich sweet ambrosia; not any possible mess from eating faster, not how full his stomach was feeling, nothing. So CC was barely aware of how rapidly he emptied that box of cheesecakes. Not until his hand reached for another and encountered only bare cardboard.
“Mmph..?” He grunted interrogatively, leaning forward with rather more difficulty than he’d felt before. The box was definitely empty, barren of anything except for a few stray crumbs of graham cracker crust. “Guess I…” He broke off, pushing the side of his fist against his muzzle and stifling a belch, he even muttered a quiet “S’cuse me…” out of pure habit. “Guess I really outdid myself with this batch…I’d better remember the recipe tweaks…could sell this as…” He stifles another burp. “Premium cheesecakes,” He murmurs and groans, pulling a third box closer.
Round Three: CC vs His Confections features blueberry and cheese danishes. As he clumsily undoes the strings holding this box closed he can’t help noticing how much tighter his button-up is feeling. He looks down, feeling his chins squish more than usual, and grunts in surprise. He can see how much the shirt is puckering between the buttons even through the apron…which he now notices is feeling much tighter around his middle than before. “Mmph? I knew I gained easily, but this is…this is ridiculous.” He murmured, forgetting the danishes for the moment to fumble with the strings on his apron.
Even the Sergal’s fingers feel puffier and clumsier, it takes him several seconds longer than it normally would to undo the bow holding the apron against him. He tugged it over his head with a grunt, and even though he could see some of the damage clearly enough before he still let out a quiet gasp of surprise when he saw how much his shirt had ridden up. He tossed the apron onto the back of a nearby chair without turning his attention away from his unexpectedly enlarged midsection.
CC tugged experimentally at the hem of his shirt, he could actually hear the fibers in the garment protesting as he tried to pull it over more of his softer, wider, droopier paunch. If he could even call it that anymore, he was certainly brushing up against belly territory if not firmly there already. He shivered a little as he ran his paws over his doughy middle, he just felt so much softer now. His shirt creaked and he could hear some thread straining fairly loudly, the plump Sergal took this as a warning to stop. He set his pudgier fingers to the task of undoing the buttons…which turned out to be harder than expected with them pulled so tight against their fastenings.
Eventually CC wriggled and jiggled his way free of his shirt and looked over his torso and arms. As his fingers brushed over his soft fur he could see new stretch marks on his belly, already fading. “Odd…” He murmured as he rubbed his hands over his belly some more. Even if every morsel of the baked goods he’d eaten so far had turned right into fat he didn’t think he’d eaten enough to grow this much. He puffed and groaned, finding he liked the way rubbing his taut belly felt rather more than he’d expected to. He sat that way, kneading at his own dough, for several minutes before shifting uncomfortably…really noticing how tight his slacks felt for the first time. He shook his head and decided not to pay attention to that just now.
CC folded his shirt carefully and sat it aside with his apron, then…being unable to stand the little pile of pastry crumbs on the floor by his chair any longer he got up and grabbed a broom. Thankfully it was the work of just a few seconds before he was finished. Because by then, he felt an inexplicably intense flash of hunger. The Sergal blinked, yes…there was no mistaking it, hunger. He pressed his paw into the side of his belly, and found no firmness underneath his now not-so-modest layer of belly fat. He pushed harder, experimentally, and found that his paw sank quite far into the plush yielding fat of his newly widened and deepened side rolls. Another persistent growl jostled him out of his renewed inspection of his freshly acquired flab.
His eyes returned to the remaining four boxes of pastries and he found his mouth watering. But the how of his hunger was bothering him enough that he first waddled to the kitchen area of the bakery and dug around for some of the ingredients containers he’d used in this batch of pastries. He read over the labels of a few of them…and didn’t really find anything too far out of the ordinary, except for a logo he didn’t recognize on a few of them. A geometric pattern, square and gem or crystal-like with three sections inside, two white and one black. A G and a T were on the white sections, and a circular shape was in the upper section with the black background. Underneath it was a grinning, pudgy, vulpine face. “Hmm, must be a new supplier.” The pudgy Sergal muttered to himself as he put the empty containers away again, finally finding his sudden hunger too much to ignore.
CC lumbered back to the table with a soft groan, and pulled the box of danishes toward him as he sat down. He leaned heavily over the table, telling himself that he was doing this to ensure less mess, but really it just seemed the most efficient way to get all of these baked goods into his belly as quickly as possible. He let out a quiet moan as he started to push one danish into his mouth after another. The pudgy, and now visibly expanding, Sergal was careful to keep himself leaned over the box and the table in his effort to keep any mess he might make from getting on the floor. His swelling body complicated things, every now and then he’d have to adjust his positioning to keep his bloating middle from pushing the table further away.
The rotund baker rapidly fell into the same kind of gourmandizing reverie that he’d fallen into while eating the first of the three dozen mini-cheesecakes. Blueberry danishes disappeared into him as quickly as they did even the most gluttonous customers he kept supplied with confectionary goodness. While CC was stuffing himself, time meant nothing to him but even so it felt like it was all too soon when his paw encountered the bare cardboard at the bottom of the box.
Once more, he felt painfully stuffed now that all twelve of the danishes were in his stomach. His belly, under his soft cream colored fur, was taut again. The Sergal puffed and moaned, gently pawing at his plump middle while he cast a bleary eye over what was still left to eat. He briefly thought of just packing them up and trying to take them with him…but the trip wouldn’t make that easy to manage. “Better to…” He stifled a belch, his cheeks turning rosy again as he groaned. He was secretly quite happy that there wasn’t anyone here to witness his manners in such a tattered state. His breath went out in a puff and he shook his head, “Better to finish it off now…and have the night to recover… than to have to deal with…all these boxes while I’m…on the way.”
CC leaned back in his chair, his breath coming in a kind of steady shallow panting as he tried to massage some of the intensity out of how overfull he felt. And again, as he sat there pressing his palms into his belly fat he noticed that his midsection was starting to feel gradually softer, and his stomach felt steadily less and less packed with pastry; all the while the droopy mound of his belly sat more and more heavily on his lap. At the same time, the tightening sensation in his slacks continued to intensify. The Sergal grimaced, tugging at his waistband gingerly at first then fumbling at the button clumsily as the gentle adjustments offered little in the way of relief.
The increasing tightness of the garment’s waistband made undoing the button difficult and time consuming…too time consuming. Before CC could maneuver the button through its slot the thread holding it in place gave way with a pop. The button sailed away and clattered against one of the boxes that was still full of pastries. CC stared at the button as it steadily came to a rest on the table. “Well…I guess it’s official…gotta go up a few sizes.” He muttered hoping that the “emergency fat outfit”, which were actually the uniform and slacks of one of his previous employees who’d been a good bit pudgier than CC, would fit him.
The noticeably fatter Sergal tugged at his slowly disintegrating slacks for a few more seconds before turning his attention back to the last three boxes of pastries. As much as he loved the cheesecakes he was famous for, he figured he’d better make sure he had at least something of a palette cleanser between the two boxes. Otherwise eating them all one right after the other could prove more taxing than necessary.
CC stood and walked to the refrigerator, it was hard not to notice how much more pronounced his waddle was and how much more…motion was jiggling and wobbling through him now compared to before he started “disposing of” this canceled order. Once there he was bemused to note that he was completely out of milk, though there were a couple of quarts of heavy cream left over from today’s baking. He started to turn away from the fridge to draw himself a glass of water from the tap, but something stopped him. He grabbed one of the quarts of cream and lumbered heavily back toward the table.
“What’s gotten into me…” CC muttered to himself as he opened the carton and took a swallow of the cream. The caloric dairy poured down his throat and helped rinse away the lingering buildup of sweetness in his mouth. Then he reached over and pulled another box of the mini-cheesecakes, the strawberry ones, over in front of him. CC leaned over the table and steadily, methodically, pushed one mini-cheesecake into his mouth after another. Fullness gradually rose in his belly again. The sensation was really quite pleasant and even when he began to near the end of that box of cheesecakes he didn’t feel nearly as overbloated as he’d felt after each of the first three boxes.
The Sergal hiccupped and pressed the side of his fist against his muzzle for a moment, then picked up the last box of danishes, raspberry and cheese, without waiting for the cheesecakes to “fully settle”. He opened the box, took another long swig of cream, and then started to eat again. The sensation of his body processing the pastries at this breakneck pace that his digestive system had been working at all day was a little strange accompanied by his continued gourmandizing. His fullness would wane, and then he’d gulp down another pastry or take another swig of cream and the slight edge of discomfort would resurge for a moment before he repeats the process again.
Faster than he’d expected, he got through that box of danishes. CC looked over himself, he was shocked at how much he’d grown just from eating…well you can’t really say he’d “just eaten” sixty pastries. But still, he slid his paws under his belly and hefted the warm soft mass. He could feel it swelling slightly still. Cheesecake slowly pulled his hands from underneath his much larger belly, the mass of flab plopped down onto his thighs with a muffled slap and drooped down between his legs. The amount of weight he was putting on seemed greatly disproportionate to how much he’d eaten. “And gosh…why does it feel so good?” The Sergal murmured quietly as he gripped at his plump lovehandles.
Still puzzling over his strangely fattening “snack”, the Sergal picked up the carton of cream and gulped down a few more swallows of it before pulling the last box of the canceled order over, it was time for the fudge topped cheesecake. He flicked the box open with a few practiced motions to reveal the confections inside. He surprised himself again by licking his lips in anticipation, and by the subtle gurgling from his stomach. “Normally I’d be…,” he stifles another burp, “Nearly sick to my stomach eating all these pastries…what gives?”
He waited a few moments, but the only answer he got was another soft rumble from his belly. So he started to eat again. CC was borne away again toward baked-goods induced bliss as he worked his way through the mini-cheesecakes. If he weren’t so absorbed in the act of eating he would have been unable to miss the fact that he was swelling with fat more rapidly than he’d grown at any other point that night. It was almost as if each of the boxes had held back some of their calorie-rich potency to be released at the finale.
His tail grew thicker, his thighs plumped and shredded through his slacks, and his belly swelled outward to gradually push the table away. Eyes closed, and puffing softly, CC’s paw fished out the last of the delicious creamy morsels from the box. He smacked his lips languidly as his eyes opened slowly. He looked at his body without really seeing it for a moment then chuckled. “I guess I am…what I eat…” Then popped the mini-cheesecake into his mouth.
He rubbed his paws over his doughy middle, and his plump moobs, shaking his head in disbelief. Picking up the carton of cream and downing the last of it, he noticed the same geometric gem-like logo with the G and T and the smiling fox face underneath. “Maybe I…aughta…avoid this supplier…sales will probably go down…if all my customers get too…fat to move.” He groaned and stood with some difficulty.
Looking down at the floor he was relieved to see no mess there. The table was another story altogether. The Sergal moaned disconsolately and waddled off to grab his “emergency fat” clothing…and the cleaning supplies. CC stood in the bathroom a few moments later wriggling into the spare uniform. It hugged his thigh rolls and barely slid up over his widened rump. This shirt puckered around the buttons hugely…but he was able to wrestle the garments onto his corpulent frame. Still sucking in his gut slightly, he risked relaxing his belly…and one of the buttons at his navel popped off.
“Yeah…I really need to hire someone to ‘clean up’ canceled orders…” CC sighed and waddled back out to clean up the mess he’d left.
Fin
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Sergal
Size 120 x 120px
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