I woke up one day halfway through the summer, the sun streaming through the window. On the bedside table was a huge plate, empty but for a few cookie crumbs from my midnight snack the night before. I heaved myself up and sat on the edge of the bed, the evidence of my crimes falling into my lap. I was officially fat.
My naked belly sagged and wobbled as I walked along to the bathroom to take a shower. It was amazing I hadn't been caught yet; there had been a couple of close shaves, like the time Emily came in as I was halfway through a case of jam tarts, but I managed to kick them behind the shelves just in time. I had learned to stuff my face and get rid of the evidence as quickly as possible – which also left time for more eating. Of course, I thought as I soaped my big, round stomach, they could have guessed from my gain. But I did take a lot of free stuff home as well, and I didn't project the image of being the most active guy, so I suppose they chalked up my massive weight gain to that. Everyone who worked at the bakery was expected to put on a little weight; Emily had added considerably to her curves this summer, and had confided in me as we shared a box of donuts on the way to the bus stop one day that she had gone up "another" bra size.
I turned around and felt the jet of warm water soap my widening rear. Even Dmitri, seeing my buttocks hanging over the side of chairs when we met for lunch, had to admit I'd got some game. At 220 lbs, I hadn't quite caught up to him weight-wise, as he had been getting bigger over the summer too, but I was, if you'll forgive the pun, gaining on him, and fast.
I dried myself off and walked downstairs, still buck naked, to raid the fridge for breakfast. I had evolved a routine; whenever I had a morning off, I would spend most of it frying anything that wasn't nailed down before going out for lunch prior to my shift, but before that I had to line my stomach by emptying the fridge of anything I could eat uncooked – leftover pastries, cold chicken, ice cream, pizza – which was what I proceeded to do now. Groceries were delivered every day, the bill footed by my parents, and the housekeeper unloaded them while I was out, so by the time I got home in the evening the ground was prepared for epic feasting.
I finished the last of the leftovers and began tossing bacon and sausages into the frying pan. I thought ahead to my day...
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