You couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you watched Bridget making her way into the bakery. She had lasted as long as any of your previous employees now, but with her it was different. You loved her attitude, her appetite and growing body, a dreamy combination that you couldn't help but gush over and compliment constantly. Luckily, Bridget gleefully gobbled up your affections as eagerly as she gobbled up every meal put in front of her.
You and Bridget had spent the last month dating, although to be honest most of your dates revolved around Bridget eating until she was so stuffed she could barely move. You had also offered your former taste tester a proper position as your partner at the bakery, which she had accepted without a second of hesitation. Seeing your relationship continue to deepen and develop filled you with joy and anticipation for the future. So far your relationship with Bridget hadn't hit even a single bump, it had been going flawlessly. You could only hope that it would continue going that way.
You watched your new girlfriend and business partner as she made her way past the displays towards you. She was wearing an open jacket with a colorful top underneath and a pair of snug jeans. Another month of constant gorging on pastries and huge dinners had left a few marks on her increasingly chubby figure - her cheeks and chin were looking quite round and soft, her thick, chunky thighs looked tightly packed in her jeans and her belly bulged a bit through her open jacket, even jiggling a little when she walked, her top bouncing inside her jacket as she passed the last of the displays and emerged in front of you.
"Good morning, my favorite baker", Bridget greeted you, wrapping her arms around you and rubbing your arms with her hands.
"It is now that you're here, Bridget", you responded, gently embracing her and holding your hands on her pudgy back.
"I hope you've got a little treat ready for me - this tummy won't fill itself, you know", Bridget leaned in to whisper in your ear, one of her hands leaving your arm to nudge against her soft middle.
You could never get completely used to just how eager Bridget was to stuff herself - you had only exchanged a few words before she twisted your conversation towards food. Of course, you had prepared just the thing she was looking for, but the extra-large, extra-rich cake awaiting Bridget this morning was by no means a little snack, quite the opposite. It'd be difficult to eat more than a few slices for any reasonable person, a nice challenge for Bridget's outrageous appetite.
"Of course", you whispered back, "Just have to finish stocking these displays first, and we can get right to it"
"That can wait, let me eat first", Bridget insisted, but you gently shook your head. Despite the speed with which she could eat, Bridget's feasting sessions tended to be lengthy affairs and this was no small meal she was about to tackle. It was for the best to get all of your chores done before then.
Bridget tried to entice you by guiding your hands to her soft, empty belly, letting you gently pat and jiggle her middle, but you had to finish these chores first, otherwise they would never get done. Reluctantly you forced yourself to retract your hands and gesture towards the displays instead.
"Fine, I'll help", Bridget sighed when it became clear that her tactics hadn't gotten her anywhere this time. She let go of you and glanced towards the displays, some of them perfectly arranged while others remained empty.
Before you could direct her anywhere in particular, Bridget had already turned towards one of the displays - one which had already been stocked with goods. She turned her back towards you, and the sight of her rear distracted your thoughts. The size of her round rump, emphasized by her tight jeans, kept your attention while Bridget did something to the display. By the time you realized what she was planning it was already too late. She turned towards you again - one item had been conspicuously removed from the otherwise perfectly arranged display and was now in Bridget's grasp.
"Oops, looks like there's a pastry thief at large!" Bridget snorted with a wicked smile on her face before the freshly baked bun entered her mouth.
You shook your head at Bridget's antics, but there was a smile on your face as well. Watching her eat and enjoy herself made you happy, and you knew that she knew it. At the same time, you were honestly hoping that the colossal cake awaiting Bridget would keep her busy for a while and keep your pastry displays safe in the process.
There was only one way to find out, and that was to finish your chores and take Bridget to her next meal...
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