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Not exactly sure if this is allowed, but here you go! Also don't know who the author is either.... Sorry! Tiers of Joy Chapter 1 The elliptical whirred softly as Tori's toned legs began to slow their pace, eventually stopping the work-out machine entirely. "Whooo..." She sighed softly, pausing the music on her iPod and wiping the sweat from her brow. Another good work-out done. Exhausted, but satisfied, the young woman dismounted her machine and collected her belongings; heading to the exit. She pocketed her iPod, and zipped up her sweat shirt in preparation for the chilly outside air. She stopped to look at herself in the mirrors that lined the walls of the gym, admiring herself. Her body was so slim, barely an ounce of fat on her. Her muscles were visible, but they weren't very large. Turning around cheekily, she gave her pert ass a quick look and winked at herself gleefully. Job well done, Tori. "Have a good one, Lily!" Tori called over her shoulder, waving to the receptionist by the door as she made her exit. "Tori, wait!" Lily rose a bit from her seat, beckoning Tori over to her deck before she left. Puzzled and slightly annoyed, the worn-out Tori came over and rested her slim arms on the cool surface of the reception bar. "What's up?" She said before taking a quick sip from her water bottle. "I... have bad news." Lily sighed, sitting back down in her chair. She was an adorable blonde girl, tiny and lithe. It was clear that she used the gym she worked at to her advantage. "This is the last month the gym will be open." Tori's green eyes widened. The gym was closing? "Whaaaat?" The brunette looked around suspiciously. "The gym is closing? For renovation or, for, like good? ...What about my year-long subscription I already paid for?" Tori immediately felt incredibly bummed out. This particular gym, while not at all large or fantastic, was perfect for her. It was across the street from her job and directly next to her apartment. Hell, she moved into that apartment because it was so close to her job AND the gym! This sucked! Lily waved a hand dismissively. "All our customers are being offered a refund back onto their cards, or a free year-long membership at our other location. I'm not sure why the gym is closing, but it is... I think they're putting a coffeehouse in or a bakery or something? It'll be months before that opens though..." Tori sighed loudly, expressing her annoyance. Their other location was two hours away, impossible to fit into her schedule. She wracked her brain for other alternatives. There was another gym about 20 minutes away... but the price for entry was astronomical. She bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Tori." Lily sighed back at her, shaking her head. "It sucks for everyone." "Yeah, well, thanks... sorry." Tori pulled away from reception, gave Lily a despondent wave, and made the short walk back to her apartment which, was in fact, the building directly next to the soon-to-be-gone gym. - -THREE MONTHS LATER- "One... two... huff... three... huff..." Prone on the floor, Tori counted out her reps beathily. She was doing a desperate attempt at crunches, however terribly uncomfortable they were down on her hard wood floors. Even with the exercise mat she had bought, it wasn't ideal. She sat up, rubbing her neck in slight pain. This sucked. She missed her gym. She stood up, folded up the mat, and put it away into her bedroom closet. She stopped to look at herself in the mirror hanging over the door. Her thin, lean body had remained intact for the most part in these trying three months. To anyone else's eyes, she looked just as beautiful as ever. She, however, knew that a small layer of soft fat had developed over her once hinting muscles. It was barely anything, but she knew it was from insufficient work-outs. Of course, she still ate healthy. Walking over to the window, she peered down at what was once her beloved gym, now fully turned into the promised bakery. The bakery, cutely named Tiers Of Joy, specialized in large cakes but also had a special section for regular pastries. It had opened just two days ago, and already had a decent number of customers. She watched an incredibly obese man leave the bakery and waddle to his car, sucking his fingers of what she assumed was sugary treats. "What a lardass." She grumbled, backing away from the window. This inspired her to do a few more push-ups. -THE NEXT MORNING, 5:10 AM- Tori's stomach didn't grumble, it nearly screamed. Her entire apartment was completely filled with the scent of baked goods, warm doughy smells following her wherever she went inside her home. She was just waking up for work, sipping her morning tea and having a bowl of oatmeal with fresh strawberries. Normally, this was very satisfying. Today, however, her stomach cried for something heavier. "I'll have something fulfilling for lunch." She mused inwardly, considering her options for her later meals. The smell of fresh baked goods continued to fill her senses. Her stomach wailed. Annoyed by this, Tori got dressed into her work clothes. Slim-fitting dress pants, and a smart button-down blouse tucked into them neatly. She pulled her hair up into a fashionable pony-tail, added some make-up and earrings, slipped on her heels and went out the door. She worked as secretary, her job being mostly boring but it wasn't difficult and it was across from her building. The commute couldn't be easier! "FREE SAMPLES THROUGHOUT OUR FIRST MONTH!" On her way to work, Tori noticed the sign in front of the new bakery, written in chalk in bright colors. Small cartoonish pictures of pies and cookies accessorized the advertisement. Her stomach grumbled. Checking her watch, she sighed loudly to herself, agreed that she had a few minutes to spare and begrudgingly strode into Tiers Of Joy. A soft bell announced her arrival. "Hi there!" An older woman behind the counter greeted Tori happily, a few other patrons glancing up to look at her. The men gave her body an approving once over before going back to their pastries. Tori approached the counter, as if suspicious. "The sign mentioned free samples? What may I sample?" Tori flashed the woman a dazzling smile, showing off her perfect teeth. Regardless of her mixed feelings about the bakery, she wanted to seem polite. "Anything you want, dear. Rather early in the morning, would you like to try a muffin? Or maybe a croissant?" "Hmmm... a muffin sounds alright. Do you have blueberry?" Tori's green eyes scanned the confections underneath the counter, displayed in a classic glass case with small descriptions written out next to them. Everything looked heavenly. Sure, they were far above her caloric allowance, but they looked well made. Another grumble. "We most certainly do! Do you want to try a slice of one?" The older woman had already cut her a small piece of muffin. "Sure, thank you." Tori took it on the small paper plate it was offered to her upon and took a bite out of it. Her mind nearly exploded. How in the world could it possibly taste SO good?! Her eyes widened and she stared down at the muffin. It was rich and gooey like a cake, but it wasn't too heavy to have in the morning. This muffin was perfect. "This is SO wonderful... I'll take two." 'Wait--two? Oh, screw it, I'll have one for lunch.' Tori thought as she paid the woman, making pleasant chit-chat with her as she took the muffins in a brown paper bag. 'What a nice woman... I still miss my gym though.' "Thank you! Have a good one!" Tori headed across the street, starting her workday off with a muffin at her desk. Unwrapping the treat from its wax paper, her jaw nearly dropped. The sample size was seemingly normal, but the REAL size of the muffin was insane! She could barely hold it with two hands! 'Holy cow, I guess I'll just eat half now... half for lunch and put the second one in the fridge?! I knew I shouldn't have taken two!' Tori chided herself mentally. She sighed, started up her computer, and took small bites from her muffin. She didn't even realize she was moaning while she ate it, it was just that delicious. Between answering phone calls and organizing her bosses very busy schedule, Tori lost track of time. Her sticky fingers reached for the muffin, only to be met with empty paper and crumbs. "Uh?" Tori gasped softly, realizing she had eaten the whole muffin. She looked into the brown paper bag where the second one was, only to realize the bag had been ripped open and the second one was nothing but paper and crumbs as well. She had wolfed down both massive muffins. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and she looked around. No one had saw her, considering how rather secluded her section of the office was. She gave a soft burp and quickly discarded the evidence of her overindulgence in the trash. What she couldn't hide, however, was the tightness in her dress pants. Her stomach was incredibly full, she realized only just now. How could she have eaten so much and not noticed? 'It was sooooo good..." Tori closed her eyes and thought about the taste of that muffin on her tongue. The fullness of her belly, combined with the thought of having another muffin made her moan softly to herself. Quickly she snapped out of it, cheeks now even redder as Tori tried to get back to work. All she could think about was her lunch break. Chapter 2 Throughout her day, Tori's mind vacillated between craving another sweet, rich muffin, and how many crunches she would have to do for the rest of the week. Well, if she had another muffin, she could probably do a light salad with fish for dinner and bang out maybe... a hundred push-ups? Sixty crunches? But when 12PM arrived, Tori bolted out of her seat, leaving her coat behind, and rushed across the street. Tiers of Joy was packed with customers, both waiting and seated and chowing down. Everyone seemed happy, and the air was thick with delectable smells. Tori didn't care about the wait. Her green eyes widened when she watched a group of young girls pick up what she assumed was a cake order. 'Wow,' Tori thought, 'they really do do specialty cakes.' The cake was about seven tiers high and was being placed carefully on a cart. It was baby pink and covered in white frosting roses. If Tori had to guess, it was for a baby shower. Or perhaps an engagement party. Her stomach growled loudly when she considered how delicious it would be to dig into that cake. Thoughts of push-ups and crunches struggled to stay in her mind. "You sure you can wheel it home? We can put each layer in a box for you!" The older female bakery worker, who Tori had spoken to this morning, asked the three young girls picking up the cake. "No, no, the party will start soon! We live two blocks down, we should be fine!" The girls giggled, paid her, and thanked her. They promised to give back the cart tomorrow morning, and the old woman took their promise on good faith. "Can I help you dear?" Tori snapped out of her trance watching the large cake leave the door. The old woman was addressing her. "Welcome back!" "O-oh, uhm, yes. My coworker had one of your muffins and she loved it." Tori lied, unwilling to admit to eating both massive treats. "I'm so glad! What can I get you today? More muffins, or perhaps some fresh-made donuts?" Tori bit her lip. Donuts? That's easily a week-long sentence to salads and crunches. "I'll take a donut." Tori said, just as a man backed up out of his seat causing his chair to squeak loudly over Tori's voice. "Sorry, honey, what was that? Didn't quite catch it." "A half dozen donuts, please." Tori's cheeks were red and she knew her belly still felt bloated from her earlier muffins. What the hell was she doing? Six donuts? She couldn't eat that many. "My coworker and my boss will love them." Tori said aloud, both assuring herself and the bakery worker. The older woman set to grabbing six huge donuts, of varying flavors, and placing them neatly in a small pink box. "Where is it that you work?" The woman asked as she set up her donuts and rang her up. She placed the box in a plastic bag for easier carrying. "Oh, just across the street. The office building right there." "Oh, you'll be in all the time then! Here, this is our Frequent Snacker card. Every five purchases gets you anything you'd like for free!" "Uhh, well, thank you." Tori took the card, and the donuts, as if unsure. She pocketed the card, which already had one punch in it, and assured herself she wouldn't be back. The calories were hard to count in her head, and she already was struggling with her figure since the gym was gone. Tori thanked her again and quickly hurried out the door and back to her desk, her stomach growling loudly the whole time. She still had about a half-hour of her lunch break left. "Just one..." She whispered to herself as she opened the donut box, her eyes bugging at the size of them. Each donut was the size of two donuts combined. Six donuts felt more like twelve! Despite her uneasiness, she picked up a glazed donut and nervously took a tiny bite. Deliciousness. Richness. Pleasure. She moaned loudly and leaned back, the donut in one hand as she took a massive bite out of it. Her mind shut off to all her trepidation and fear of getting fat. All she thought of were the donuts. One turned into two. A bite turned into a mouthful. Two turned into three. By the end of her lunch break, her shirt was littered with powdered sugar and crumbs. Her lipstick was stained with sugar. All six donuts had been demolished and Tori found herself sucking on her fingers for more. Her pants felt tighter than ever and she undid them beneath her desk, freeing her distended stomach. The bottom button of her dark purple blouse was straining against her bloated belly, and she undid that too. A small roll of skin pushed ever so slightly forward and she looked down at herself. Tori was nearly panting with pleasure and how quickly she stuffed herself. "O-oh god... oh no..." Her outfit was covered in food and her belly was twice the size it was this morning. Embarrassment flooded her and she pushed in her chair to hide her bloated body. Of course, it wasn't the end of the world, she tried to rationalize. She was just full from eating! She could work off those calories in no time and no one would bat an eye! Quickly, she shoved the donut box in the trash bin under her desk. "Hey, Tori!" Tori looked up abruptly, startled. She feverishly wiped her mouth to hide her shame. It was one of her co-workers, a trim woman with dazzling red hair. She was holding a small pink box. "I got some donuts from that new place across the street. Have you tried it?" "U-Uh... nope, not yet. You know me, not exactly a pastry lover..." Tori lied. "Oh... that's a shame. They're really tasty! Of course, I only had a sample. I'd never touch any of that, you know. But I bought some donuts for the office. Do you want one?" Tori's eyes glazed over as her co-worker opened the box, revealing six more of the huge donuts. "I skipped lunch today," another lie from Tori. "Do you mind if I grab two?" "Go right ahead! Here." Her co-worker plucked two from the box and placed them on a napkin on Tori's desk. "Enjoy!" The redheaded woman waved and walked off. When the coast was clear, Tori grabbed one of the humongous donuts and shoved it greedily into her mouth, moaning the whole time. The pressure of her belly sent another unique pleasure down between her legs as she voraciously tore into the pastry. It was only a few minutes before both donuts were gone. Her belly gurgled softly, over stuffed. "Ooohhh... I'm never going back there..." Tori shakily went back to work, trying to ignore the tingling between her thin thighs and the fullness of her now rounded belly. "Gotta workout tonight." Without realizing, she was massaging her stomach, leaning back in her chair with her buttons beginning to pull apart. Sticky syrup and sugar clung to the fabric. -THREE MONTHS LATER-- "Oh, dear, don't forget your new Frequent Snacker card!" "Thanks Margaret." Tori made her way home after another long day, two bags full of goodies from Tiers of Joys in tow. She trudged up the stairs, panting slightly, and shoved her way into her apartment. The bags were placed onto the coffee table. She tugged off her coat, and threw it on the couch. First things were first, it was time to get into more comfortable clothes. Lately her work clothes were just getting too tight. "I must have gained a few pounds... but I know for a fact those dryers downstairs have been ruining my clothes." Tori said aloud, ignoring the mirror as she slipped into a pair of pink sweat pants and a small white tank-top. Had she looked in the mirror, she'd realize just what Tiers of Joy had done to her body. Six months ago, when her gym was still around, Tori weighed a slim 104lbs. Although she hadn't stepped on a scale in quite some time, she'd be shocked to find she was coming in at 145lbs. Compared to others, she wasn't exactly fat. Plump, though, she was now definitely plump. But it was a stark contrast to her once athletic figure. Once completely flat with a gentle hint of abs, her stomach now paunched outwards in a thick belly. It pressed against every pair of pants, and seemed even larger when she was seated. Which, now with the lack of a gym, she was quite often. As she put her hair up in a soft pony-tail, she ignored how her arms jiggled. Eagerly, she planted her now much fatter ass on the couch and flipped on the TV. The first box of treats was opened. Six donuts. The box of donuts was laid open next to her, Tori's bright green eyes on the TV as she picked up her first donut and took a huge bite out of it. "Mmmhhmmmm..." Her free hand unconsciously rested on her flabby gut, her eyes glazed over. She kept eating. All around her apartment were various work-out related things. An exercise mat, kettle weights. She had even bought a treadmill, and put it in the corner of her living room. In the past 3 months, she had used it four times, each instance being shorter than the last. Now, it has two coats and a scarf hanging off of it. Tori engrossed herself in her movie and kept eating. God it was so good. By the time the credits began rolling, an hour and a half later, Tori had torn her way through five boxes of donuts. Thirty donuts. She was panting, moaning, as if she was ready to orgasm. Crumbs and sugar littered her tank-top, covering her expanded breasts. They had gone up two cup sizes, and now sagged gently with their own weight. That tank-top was rolled up over her belly, now large and round and swollen. It was packed full of sugar and gurgled softly. Her eyes left the TV and looked down at the damage she had done. There was one more donut left, having been hidden by the empty boxes and bags. Eagerly, Tori attempted to sit up and grab it, and gasped loudly when she felt the elastic of her sweatpants snap from within the stitches. At the same time, the back seam tore open, exposing her bare ass. She still grabbed the donut and nearly shoved the whole thing in her mouth. Seams of her pants popped and tore, her distended belly sagging slightly Chapter 3 -- BZZZ, BZZZ, BZZZ - "Uughhh..." Tori awoke from the couch to the sound of her phone's alarm sounding. She felt groggy and struggled to sit up. At some point after her binge last night, she had passed out. The TV had automatically shut off, and after that it was lights out. She slapped her hand onto her phone, swiping it open to shut off the alarm as she sat up slowly. Her expose belly rolled forward like poured dough. It immediately growled. Tori stared blearily at her phone. "CELIA'S BIRTHDAY" Today, apparently, was her co-worker's birthday. She wondered about the consequences of not getting a card for this woman, then wrote it off immediately as a non-issue. Celia and Tori had been lukewarm at best about each other, constantly competing subtly in the office. Who was slimmer, who's shoes were more expensive, who's hair was better done, etc. Of course, none of this was spoken of. "Ooommff..." Tori groaned as she slid off the couch, running a sticky hand through her soft brown hair. Thankfully, she hadn't overslept too much. She got right into her morning routine. Shower, coffee and food, blow-dry, get dressed. Unfortunately, she was lacking a proper breakfast this morning. By the time she had gotten out of the shower, where she carefully ignored the mirror and the flabby and fattened body she was washing, she was ravenous. She tried to hurry getting dressed so she could get down to the bakery for something good to eat. Thoughts of donuts and croissants filled her brain. "Ugh what the fuck... c'mon you bastard..." Tori was laying on her back, struggling with a pair of light grey dress pants. They were designer brand and today she was set on looking good in front of Celia. The clasp struggled to close around her fleshy middle, a thick slab of fat preventing any closure. The seams groaned as Tori tugged and pulled and struggled on the bed like a turtle on its back, cursing loudly the whole time. Desperately, she sucked in her doughy gut and finally closed the pants, zipping them up as well. Breathing back out slowly, her fat tried to pour over the edge but she hiked the pants up higher over the bottom bulge of her belly. "I must be getting my fucking period, I'm so bloated." Tori rationalized, flat-out lying to herself. With her stomach tucked into her pants, her muffin-top was very pronounced. Two flabby love-handles oozed over the pants and a noticeable camel-toe made an appearance. She paired it with its matching designer top, which was equally small. The buttons were nearly bursting, especially tucked so neatly into the pants. She looked ready to burst at any moment. When she stood, she ignored the mirror. If she had looked at herself, she would have fainted. Her outfit looked painted on over her new fat, her arm flab even straining the sleeves of her shirt. Even in her Gucci shoes, the pudge on her feet pressed tightly against the straps. "Oooh... I'm so hungry..." Tori moaned, making her way to the door. She looked comical, shoved into this tiny outfit she must have been three sizes too chubby for now. "Shit!" Tori swore loudly, realizing all her outfit struggling left her already five minutes late for work. There was absolutely no time to stop into the bakery, unless she wanted a horrible tongue lashing from her boss. Very annoyed by this, Tori unwillingly headed straight for work, despite her stomach growling. She just had to make it to lunch, she decided. THE SAME DAY, 11:30 AM - "Hey Tori, Michael is giving us an extended lunch for Celia's birthday. We got a cake in the break room!" Allison, the stunning redhead that had offered her those damning two donuts approached Tori's desk. "It’s from Tiers of Joy, you should see it! They really do make the most amazing cakes!" "Oh, the bakery you mean?" Tori feigned ignorance, as if she had never stepped a foot into that bakery. "Sure, I'll be there in a minute." She also pretended to not be chomping at the bit to get into that break room. She was starving. "Okie doke!" Allison waved, heading into the break room. Tori waited for her to leave before tearing away from the desk and rushing to the break room. Her jaw nearly dropped. Seven tiers, covered in thick fondant icing and decorated with all sorts of fun flowers and balloons made of thick butter-cream icing. "Happy Birthday Celia" was written delicately in piping along the tiers. It had yet to be cut. Tori's stomach was screaming. "Oh, Tori, hey!" It was Celia. Celia was a tall woman, thin with large breasts and tightly cropped blonde hair. She was gorgeous with large brown eyes, with a few freckles on the face. "Morning Celia, happy birthday." Tori was only staring at the cake, unknowingly rubbing her fat belly. Celia could only smirk looking over Tori's inflated body. She looked like a stuffed pig. "I'm about to cut the cake." Celia said softly, as if only to Tori. The brunette looked at her questioningly, unsure of the blonde woman's tone. "I bet you can't wait." "Uhhhm, yeah, the cake looks great!" Tori tried to smile. The look on Celia's face was strange. "Okay, time for cake!" Celia announced loudly, the other co-workers in the room who were chatting softly looked up and smiled. There were a few moments of singing happy birthday, and then Allison offered Celia a large cake cutting knife. "Birthday girl gets the first slice!" Allison giggled, motioning for Celia to start cutting. Celia obliged, cutting a modest piece and putting it on a paper plate, setting it aside for herself for later. She barely intended to eat it. She cut a few other people their slices, all normal modest slices. Some people, who didn't know Celia that well, too their slices to their desks. Tori anxiously awaited her turn. Celia looked at her and smiled, cutting her a slice so massive it would normally be shared by three people. Tori took it awkwardly, her cheeks red. Inwardly, she was delighted to be served such a huge piece. She was even too eager to take it back to her desk, she simply tore into it right there at the table in the break room. Everyone else in the room seemed to fade away. It was Tori and the cake. Forkfuls weren't meek or shy, they were plentiful and greedy. Flecks of icing stained her shirt. A few of her co-workers began to stare at her, others looked away politely or simply didn't notice. Celia's grin threatened to crack her face it was so wide. Allison took noticed, but had no idea what to think. She just ate her normal slice slowly. "Tiers of Joy is a great bakery, but I feel like I've gained some weight." Allison complained, having maybe gained five pounds at most. She flipped her red-orange hair over her shoulder. "I can help you with that, Allie." Celia said softly, "I'll tell you later." Tori was deaf to all of it, and when her plate was nearly empty, Celia cut her another slice of cake. It was even larger. Tori pulled it closer and dug in with pure gluttony. A few more people took back to their desks, disgusted by Tori's loud and messy binge. "U-uhm... Tori-" Allison began, slightly concerned. "Are you gunna finish that?" Tori said, mouth full of chocolate cake. Allison simply slid the paper plate over and Tori inhaled it. Allison scoffed and got up, wished Celia a happy birthday, and slowly went back to the desk. She flashed Tori a puzzled look over her shoulder. Soon it was just Celia and Tori, and the cake. Celia kept cutting her slices, and Tori kept wolfing them down, rubbing her bloating a belly and moaning. Celia felt tempted to film it, but figured that'd be just too mean. "Heya Celia, Tori. Happy birthday. Lunch breaks almost over." Michael popped into the break room, knocking on the door to announce himself. Celia stood up and thanked him, taking a small red envelope from him. Tori snapped out of her food-induced stupor, and began to waddle slowly back to her desk. Tori was glowing with being overfed, and overly sugared. Celia said nothing as Tori left the room, walking so very slowly back to her desk. Sitting down in her office chair, it finally happened. Every single button on Tori's shirt snapped off, her gut surging forward forcefully and snapping her pants open as well. Rolls of pale flab rushed in front of her and her chair creaked. Seams ripped, and she believes she felt her panties snap. "H-holy... fuck, shit..." Tori was shaking, both from sugar and shock. Quickly, she took the spare sweater she kept on the back of her chair and pulled it on. It was tighter than holy hell, but it covered most of her gut. Her hands shook, but the pressure of her belly was sending waves of pressure down between her chubby thighs. Tori pulsed with pleasure, her hands massaging her stuffed stomach. Celia was back in the break room, cleaning up. She then made her way to Allison's desk. "By the way, you look great Ally." "Oh, thanks Celia!" Allison giggled up at her, blushing. "You're so sweet." "But if you're worried about getting fat... I have an idea..." Celia grinned. Chapter 4 The sound of a zipper slowly making its way up and coming to a close sounded heavenly to her. Allison looked in the mirror, sliding her hands down the front of her brand new skirt with a huge smile. Those five pounds she had acquired had been shed, plus two more. She looked better than ever, thanks to Celia's advice a month ago. --ONE MONTH EARLIER-- "But... if you're worried about getting fat, I have an idea." Celia grinned. Allison blinked, confused. Was it a new diet to try, or maybe a new exercise? Was there even an exercise to help NOT walk into Tiers of Joy? "You walk into Tiers of Joy every morning, right? Before Tori gets in?" "Uhm, yeah... I think that's what did me in..." Allison was embarrassed, looking down at the tiny layer of pudge pressing against her skirt. "Try this. Grab what you want from Tiers of Joy, eat what you can before Tori walks in, and then just give the rest to her. ...We both know she -loves- that bakery, if you know what I mean." Celia raised a long, perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Allison bit her lip. "Of course, you know, jogging every day works too. Unless you just jog right into that bakery and end up like poor Tori..." The idea of ballooning up like Tori sealed the deal. "Oh hell no. I'm in, I'll give it a shot." Allison nodded resolutely. From now on, whatever she got from Tiers of Joy, she just gave to Tori. --PRESENT DAY-- Tori lowered herself onto her desk chair, huffing and puffing. Over the past month, her old chair felt like it was shrinking. Or maybe her ass was growing. After settling in at her desk, Tori looked up to realize there was something resting on her keyboard. It was a small mirror. Tori stared at it, seeing only the very bottom half of her face and down to her gut. At that angle, her belly looked like a mountain of fat. She could see the jiggling pound of fat that hung off her face in a double-chin. She could see her wide upper arms oozing over the crease of her elbow. But her belly was what took up most of the mirror. A dome, a blob, rolling over her pants and other her thunder thighs. It was beginning to split into two halves, a top and bottom roll. When she touched it, she realized how soft it was and how much it jiggled. Even under her clothes, it bounced and wobbled. God, even her hands were looking fat. 'I must weigh 150lbs!' Tori thought, alarmed by this. Though, in the past month, she had gained 24lbs just from Allison constantly offering her extra treats. It had been an endless onslaught of food, placing her at 170lbs. "Morning Tori!" Allison placed two pink boxes on Tori's desk, and was gone as quickly as she came. Feeling pretty down about herself, Tori grabbed both boxes and opened them. Eclairs. A dozen of them, in each box. As she started in on them, her free hand opened up her Facebook page on her computer. The picture was nearly a year old, completely outdated and inaccurate now. She clicked on it. It was her at the beach, her skin tanned and glowing, her hot-pink bikini leaving nothing to the imagination. God she was so hot. So toned, so thin, so athletic. She flipped through a couple more pictures, most of which had been taken in the gym. She was flexing in a few. Tori stared at old pictures of herself while she shoved eclairs in her mouth, cream and chocolate smudging across her double-chin. Her hand left her computer mouse, snuck up under her stretched-out sweater and started massaging her gut. She had eaten so much dough in the past year, her body was starting to resemble dough! "Tori! Tori, Tori, Tori..." It was Michael, her boss. "Listen, I need you to do something for me. It’s important." Tori quickly snapped her hand out from under her shirt, and thanked God Michael hadn't noticed. She did, however continue to shove the eclairs past her sticky lips. Michael watched her for a moment before continuing. "I need you to run these documents uptown to a client, its important and has to get to them today and apparently their fax machine isn't working. I'm going to loan you the company car, and some petty cash for food since it is about an hour away with this traffic. Its gotta be now though, OK?" Michael tapped Tori's desk with his knuckles, not waiting for a response from his overfed employee. "Thanks, Tor!" 'More like Thor with those thunder thighs, holy shit...' Michael thought as he walked away, laughing softly to himself at his own joke. "Mmmfff!" Tori tried to respond, mouth full of Eclair. Unwillingly, Tori struggled out of her chair, her belly sagging down as she stood up. She grabbed the petty cash Michael had left on her desk, along with the keys to the company car. And, of course, the remaining Eclairs. --ONE HOUR LATER-- The documents had been successfully dropped off, and the eclairs had long ago been wolfed down. Tori was now headed back to the office, her belly grumbling for more food. "Mmmhmm... so hungry..." Tori moaned, two words she moaned several times a day, every day. Hungry. So hungry. More. More food. She immediately pulled into a McDonalds drive-thru. Despite having gained nearly seventy pounds, Tori had not been to a McDonalds in years. Her food had mostly come from Tiers of Joy, and of course the grocery store. Occasionally pizza and Chinese, but not McDonalds. "Welcome to McDonalds, what can I get you?" The voice crackled over the drive-thru intercom. "Uuuhhhh..." Tori wasn't sure what she wanted, her eyes madly scanning the menu. She felt so guilty, her former thin self screaming against this. Nothing on this menu was healthy. Her stomach roared. "Yeah hi... can I get... Two bacon clubhouse sandwiches, crispy. And two double quarter-pounders with cheese..." "Okay, will that complete your order?" "One big mac, two large fries... no... three large fries, a large vanilla shake... and a large coke." "...Okay... is everything correct on the screen?" "Yep." "OK, drive around to the second window." Tori nearly ripped the bags when she was finally served her food. She handed over the money her boss gave her, plus some of her own, and pulled into the parking lot. She stared at the food, unsure where to start. She opened her Big Mac and took a nervous bite. Grease flooded her mouth, and she moaned loudly. The burger didn't stand a chance. She was quick to open her second one, one hand wrapped around a burger and the other digging into fries. Thousands of calories raced by, her belly bloating up with the heavy salt and grease. She chugged the coke to help it digest, and kept glutting herself. To avoid staining her shirt, she rolled it all the way up and exposed her fat stomach which was mashed against the steering wheel. "Oh god." Tori moaned through a mouthful of food. "I'm so fucking fat... mmfff... but... mfgg... so good... oh god..." Dabs of ketchup spattered her pale fat and she wiped it off, licking her fingers. She felt a pulse between her legs watching the flab jiggle and wobble like a tub of lard. "Mmmffff..." Tori started stuffing her mouth to the brim, testing to see how big her bites could be. How much food she can fit in herself at once. She undid her pants and shoved her hand down them, struggling to even get her hand between the steering wheel and under her heavy gut. One hand fed her, the other hand fucked her. The next hour flew by as Tori pleasured and stuffed herself in the McDonald's parking lot. --BACK AT THE OFFICE-- She returned just in time to park the company car, go back inside to grab her belongings and head home for the day. Or, really, to stop at the bakery. She was still stuffed from McDonalds, but she couldn't pass up Tiers of Joy on her way home. She'd never dream of it. "Hey Tori, how was your day?" Margaret was behind the counter as usual, just finishing up baking something apparently from the flour coating her apron. "Good..." Tori said, resting a hand on her protruding stomach. Margaret stared down at that belly and smiled proudly. "What can I get ya?" "Do you have any pre-made cakes?" "Sure! Have a party coming up tonight?" "Uhh... yeah... something like that." Tori blushed and Margaret's smile widened. They both knew there was no party. "Can I get three regular sized round cakes?" Tori felt another pulse between her legs. "Sure can! Must be a huge party, Tori." Margaret bent under the counter and took two birthday cakes out that, then bent down again to get the third. She packaged them. "Yeah... it’s shaping up to be pretty massive..." Tori stared down at her belly and bit her lip. It gurgled back at her. Chapter 5 ONE MONTH LATER - "But sweetheart, your father and I miss you terribly. Your sister is visiting for two weeks, I just think it'd be nice if you came out too." Tori rolled her eyes to herself, her cellphone resting on her gut as she spoke to her mother through a headset. It freed up her hands for eating. "Mom... I'd have to ask Michael for time off. Two weeks is a long time." Her voice was muffled by a mouthful of chocolate cake. "Well if you can't do it, you can't do it... we just miss you." Tori rolled her eyes again. Oh, the guilt trip. There was a long pause, and just when she knew her mother would start in again, she gave in. "Fine, fine, Mom. Let me ask Michael tomorrow, and I'll call you when I have news. Okay?" "Oh sweetie we're going to have so much fun! I'll tell your father, oh he misses you too. And Cassandra will be thrilled to see you! Oh god, I have to start cleanin-" "Mom, I said... if I get time off." The conversation went back and forth for several more minutes before Tori hung up finally, and started eating her third cake. Truthfully, the brunette did miss her mother. The woman had her eccentricities, but she was kind and always meant well. Her father wasn't the most verbose or affectionate, but he too always had good intentions. Tori's sister was also a good person. A chubby girl, always had been. Tori had always been the older, hotter, and more athletic of the two. She looked down at herself, briefly regarding how massive her belly had gotten. Surely, her sister Cassandra was much bigger. Her mother would hardly notice, the brunette assumed. This was far from the truth. ONE WEEK LATER - "That'll be forty bucks... ma'am... Ma'am." A taxi driver barked, his head turned slightly over the seat to get a better look at the sight in his backseat. Tori sat, taking up most of the cramped taxi cab, shoving her fifth Cinnabon into her mouth and rubbing her sagging belly. "Hey lady, you wanna stop stuffing yourself and pay me or what?" "Mhfmm... yeah.. one second..." One hand helped the fat and sticky Cinnabon down Tori's gullet, the other fished for some cash in her purse. The money was covered in sugar when it was handed over. Tori shoved herself out of the cab, got her luggage from the back and stared at the small brown house in front of her. "VICTORIAAA!" The door slammed open and a tall, attractive if not slightly aged, blonde woman came barrelling down the steps with her arms opened. She stopped suddenly, right before hugging Tori, and gasped despite herself. Quickly, the blonde regained her composure and hugged the obese girl before her. "Hi mom." Tori mumbled into the woman's shoulder. "Is that Tori? Hey big sis!" From the house emerged another brunette girl who looked very much like Tori, or at least the old Tori. Tall like her mother, Cassandra leaned against the banister of porch looking very tan and very slim. Her breasts had been clearly augmented, much like her lips. Her abs, however, were all natural and completely exposed by her skimpy outfit. "Woah... big sis indeed..." Cassie sauntered over to her mother and sister with a sly grin on her face. She did seem very shocked at her sister's recent weight gain. "Holy shit..." "Cassie! Shush. Tori, you look as... uhm... your hair is so gorgeous, what conditioner have you been using?" Tori stood there before her mother and sister awkwardly. In vain, she attempted to pull her shirt over her stomach. A thick roll of pale fat refused to be covered up and she felt Cassie's soft blue eyes staring at it. Out of habit and nervousness, Tori began to rub her overfed gut. "What's for dinner?" -LATER THAT NIGHT-- "Does anyone want seconds?" Tori mother, Matilda, asked the table; ignoring the fact that Tori was already on her fifth plate. "No thanks, mom, gotta keep this body in shape." Cassandra patted her flat stomach, winking purposefully at her sister who didn't notice, who was simply shoveling spoonfuls of mashed potatoes into her mouth. "Atta girl. So proud of you for dropping all that weight. Maybe... you... could... give Tori some tips on... how you did it?" Matilda was staring at Tori with wide eyes, amazed at how much food was disappearing into her daughter's ever growing stomach. "Oh mom, you know Tori. She's a gym-nut! I bet she could teach ME some tips, right Tori?" Cassie grinned, sipping her wine. Tori's father was completely silent during this, occasionally shaking his head in disagreement. The dinner lasted hours, and Tori ate everything before her. She kept up the conversation as much as she could, but ultimately it was all about the food. Mashed potatoes, steak, garlic-soaked green beans, macaroni and cheese, bread rolls with butter... it was all heavenly. Eventually, her parents ventured off to bed. Matilda gave both her daughters a hug and kiss before departing, mumbling something about having cooked too much as she went upstairs. "You know, we're sharing the basement since both our rooms are either storage or have a tanning bed in them." Cassie said, scrolling through her phone and sipping her wine. She had stopped eating hours ago. Tori sat back, her pants undone and her panties nearly bursting. Her shirt was stained with wine, water, butter and steak juice; and was rolled up over her round belly. Her third chin was shiny with butter and her face was flushed with the effort of bingeing. "Y-yeah... mom... said that..." Tori was panting, feeling as if she had finally come up for air. "I'm gunna go to bed... tired..." Cassandra openly laughed at her sister as she tried numerous times to get out of her dining chair. It took her forever just to make it out of the kitchen and into the basement, finally collapsing onto one of the two beds in the finished basement. She rolled onto her back, staring down at her distended stomach in horror. It gurgled and grumbled from its stuffing, and all Tori could think of is how fat she felt... and how delicious all that food had been. A few minutes passed, and she passed out in overfed slumber. - "Hey... hey big fat sis, wake up." "H-huh?" Tori snorted awake, seeing her sister Cassie sitting on her bed with a chocolate cake on a plate in her lap. "C'mon... we didn't get a chance to talk at all. All you did was eat!" "I-I was hungry... what's that?" Tori eyed the chocolate cake. "Did you notice how good I look now?" Tori sat up a bit and nodded. "Oh Cassie, sure, you look great now. You look like you lost a hundred pounds." "And you must have found it! Haha... well... hey, do you remember what you said to me when Rick and I got married?" Cassie began cutting the cake with a smile on her face. Tori watched her. "Uh-" "You said, you were 'So glad I found someone that could love me for who I was... on the inside.'" Cassie leaned over and brought the chocolate cake slice to Tori's lips. Tori pushed it away gently. "Oh, hey, c'mon, you know that's not what I meant... Also, no thanks, I'm full." Tori couldn't keep her eyes off that cake. It was moist, triple layered, and covered in thick chocolate frosting. "Oh please, you are not full. I saw how you ate. You're never full, are you?" Cassie pushed the slice of cake into her sister's mouth and Tori accepted it. Tori moaned, eating the whole slice in a few bites. Cassandra was quick to cut another one. "I was always your porky little sister... you were always the hot athlete... and now... you're a big fatty! And I had no idea!" Cassandra sat up suddenly, straddling her older sister loosely while putting the cake platter on Tori's jiggling gut. She fed her another slice, which Tori reluctantly ate. "Goddamn Tori, you can't say no to this food can you? How much weight have you gained?" Tori shot her a nasty look. "Get the fuck off me, Cassie, we're not teenagers anymore. We're not roughhousing. Plus, I gained like twenty pounds. You're acting like I'm a cow!" Cassandra laughed out loud. "Twenty?! Oh... I know what we're doing after you eat this fucking cake. This is for all the years you tortured and teased me. I'm going to send you home too fat to turn back... which, hey, you probably already are." As she spoke, Cassie shoved bigger pieces of cake into Tori's mouth. Chocolate smeared all over her sister's chubby face, each roll of fat under her chin covered in frosting. Tori resisted at first, attempting feebly to get her younger sister off her but it was no use. She was too weak, too stuffed, and too in love with the taste of that cake. "You want more, sis? Are you hungry?" Cassie took the last piece of the cake, which was huge, and withheld it from her sister. Tori stared at it, then looked at her sister. "...m-more.." "What was that? I can't hear you." "More... m'hungry... give me more..." Cassie grinned and shoved the whole slice into her sister mouth which Tori gladly ate. Finally, her sister slid off of her and sat next to her rubbing her gut. "Night one down, thirteen nights to go, fatty Tori. Now let's get you weighed, hm?" Chapter 6 -- ONE WEEK LATER - "Seven more pounds... that brings you in at... move your gut again! There we go. 237Lbs. One pound a day." Cassie grinned up at her sister, leaning over to stare at the number on the scale. It teetered between 237 and 238lbs. Tori stared down at her belly, barely able to see the numbers on the scale. "Aaand, as celebration to the fact that you're now the fat sister, I got you something. Wait here." Cassie left the bathroom, and Tori stepped off the scale. She stared at herself in the full length mirror in awe. Dressed in only a tiny bra and a pair of jean shorts, the brunette looked truly fat. Her frame wasn't very tall like her sister and mother were, and the fat piled up nicely. Her belly was the biggest part, it was folding into two rolls. It drooped past her crotch and domed out infront of her--blinding Tori to her feet long ago. "Here we go! Now, enjoy, Tubby Tori. I'm going for a run." Cassandra handed Tori four bags of food from McDonalds, an extra large milkshake, and finally another cake. This one had white icing and chocolate sprinkles. Tori sat down on the toilet seat, bags of food around her, and rubbed her belly. Cassie left with a giggle and a wink, a slap of her sister's gut. "Mhhfmm..." Tori was already tearing into the first burger, grease dripping down her chins and onto her pale fat stomach. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she ate with reckless abandon. Her thoughts went back to her night at McDonalds, the night her boss sent her uptown to deliver some documents. She remembered how wet she got... she remembered what she did in the parking lot. "Oh god..." Tori moaned, one burger in each hand. She was stuffing herself like never before, trying to fill her belly as fast as she could and as much as she could. It was so good. She felt a pulsing between her thighs growing stronger and she squeezed her belly between her flabby thighs. Her fat belly pushed against her plump pussy, which wettened further with every bite. "Mfmm... oh god... so fat... I'm getting so... so fat..." Tori was panting, stopping in her binge momentarily to grab her stomach. She rubbed it, jiggled it, raised it, dropped it, wobbled it, massaged it. Tori undid her shorts, spread her thighs and shoved her hands between her legs. "I-I'm such a pig... can't stop... oh god... so fuckinging fat... mmhhhmm... mfffm..." Her free hand shoved more food into her mouth. She could feel her belly growing outwards. Her eyes looked up to the wall in front of her for the first time and she gasped in shock, nearly choking on a moutful of McRib. Before her, Cassie had taped a few pictures on the bathroom wall. Pictures of Tori, 104lbs and beautiful, sprawled out at the beach. At the gym. At bars, with men hanging off of her. A picture of her and Cassie at Cassie's wedding, Tori looking luminous and Cassandra looking too plump for her dress. And a few other pictures. Polaroids. One was her sleeping, taken recently. She looked like a beached whale, and the flash of the picture painted her skin completely white. Her belly was huge in the picture, her chins obvious and her breasts sagging to either side over her gut. Tori's arms looked thicker than some people's legs, fat drooping over her elbows. This picture was right next to the one of her at the beach, laying down in a similar way but looking completely different. Pictures of her fatness were before her at every angle, and she had no idea her sister had ever taken a single one. Tori kept eating, kept rubbing herself, staring at these pictures. The strap of her bra snapped off, her breasts oozing forward and draping over her gut. The food from McDonalds had been gobbled up and she moved onto the cake. Tori realized she was never given a fork, and without a second thought, she grabbed a fistful of the treat and pushed it into her mouth. The cake never stood a chance. - ONE WEEK LATER - "And, for our last night with our girls, I thought we'd all go to that buffet down the road. You used to love it, Cassandra, back in your porky days. Doesn't that sound nice?" Matilda was grinning in the kitchen, her daughters seated at the table. Tori was munching on her second bag of potato chips, Cassie simply flipping through a magazine. "A buffet?" Cassandra looked up at her mom and smiled, then gave Tori a look. "That sounds great mom! They have great food... are you trying to have two fat daughters?" "Shut up, Cassie." Tori finally said, putting down the chips. Matilda's smile faded and she wrung her hands nervously. "I'm not fat... I just got a little chunky." Cassie stared at Tori in disbelief, unsure how her sister could still cling to that lie. She was truly stunned how deep Tori's denial went, even after the two weeks of feeding she forced on her. "Okay, okay. No quarreling, girls. Let's get going to the buffet. Jim!" Matilda walked out of the kitchen, calling for her husband and urging him to get ready. "You're such a bitch sometimes, you know that?" Tori mumbled, starting in on her potato chips again. "I'm only giving you what you gave me years ago... Now let's make a deal." Cassie leaned forward, closing her magazine. "You eat two plates at this buffet, and that's it, and I will do anything you want. Plus, I'll agree that you're not fat, you're just a little chunky." "Anything I want? Jeez Cassie we're not 10 years old. But fine, then we agree that I got a little chunky and I'm just gunna lose the weight by the time I see you again." "Sure. Fine. But if you eat more than two plates, any more at all... and you let me film you and put it on Facebook." "F-film me?" Tori stopped eating and stared at her sister in shock. "You're fucked up you know that... film me doing what?" "Doing what you do best, Tubby Tori. Eating." -- AT THE BUFFET - "Remember, Tori, two plates and that's it. Otherwise, I win." Cassie whispered to her sister behind her at the buffet line, watching Tori load up her first plate with heaps of everything in front of her. Fried chicken, stuffed mushrooms, mashed potatos, french fries, pasta. "Wooo... two plates of that shit and we're gunna have to roll you outta here. Sure those pants have stretch?" "Sure the little fatty inside you can help herself, Cassie?" Tori shot back, glaring at her plate grew heavier and heavier and soon too heavy to hold. Cassie ground her teeth, and put back a piece of fried chicken in resolution. Tori was the fat sister now, not her. The dinner conversation was pleasant, even funny at times and the family was having a good time. Cassie, however, seemed distracted. She was staring at her sister who was putting away everything before her. It was no time at all before her second plate was finished. Tori bit her lip and put her hand on her belly, undoing her pants under the table subtly. She wanted so much more. Especially dessert. Oooh but that pasta was so good, so heavy. Her pussy throbbed. "All done, Tori?" Cassie asked, fakely. "Yep. All done. I'm full." Tori said slowly, her fist curling around her fork. "Oh sweetie please, don't be shy. If you want another plate, go get one. We're not judging." Matilda said kindly, looking to her husband for support. Jim shook his head. "Don't encourage her, Tilly." "Jim! Shh!" "Yes, Victoria, if you want more food you should get it. Do you want more?" Cassie pushed, raising a finely plucked eyebrow. "Nope, I'm good." Tori looked away, tapping her foot nervously under the table. Her stomach erupted in a deafening growl, an urge for more food. The family pretended not to hear it. "Well, I'm getting more. Be right baaack!" Cassandra got up with her plate, and returned a few minutes later with a plate so huge and heavy it could have fed all four of them and then some. Matilda was stunned and Jim simply checked his phone and sipped his beer. "Want some, Tori?" Cassie took a few bites of a couple things off the plate, but ultimately gave up very quickly. She sighed loudly, patted her flat stomach and smiled. "Eyes bigger than my stomach these days. C'mon Tori, have some. Don't let it go to waste." The thinner sister picked up a massive spoonful of buttery mashed potatoes and held it to her sister's face. "I know you want it, Tubby Tori." Tori tried to resist but she quickly gave in and took the spoonful into her mouth and swallowed. Cassie's plate was soon Tori's plate, and it was demolished in minutes. Three plates. Four plates. Tori knew she should stop, she knew not only was her family staring but so were the other patrons. She knew she was screwed, that she lost the bet. She knew her belly was growing full and massive. She knew she was waddling and panting and moaning like a brooding sow. Five plates. Six plates. At seven plates, Tori finally stopped, and she was a sight. Her jeans were undone, and her fat was pouring over her waistband in a massive muffin-top. Her navel was deep and exposed, her shirt ripped up the sides and no longer covering much. Tori's chins looked thicker than ever, her neck disappearing sometime during the past two weeks. Covered in food and a thin layer of sweat, and soaked between her giant thighs, Tori was finally finished and rubbing her belly like a satisfied pig. "Ok girls, lets head home. Gotta drive Tori to the airport tomorrow! And Cassie you have to drive back, so let's go." Matilda sounded concerned and a bit annoyed, and her husband was silent. They got up from the table, collected their things, and waited for their daughters. "Cassie... help Tori out of that chair. We'll be in the car." Matilda turned and left. "Well, you know this means I win... by a landslide." Cassie announced proudly, getting up to heave her swollen sister out of the chair. Tori got up slowly, arching her back like a pregnant woman. Her shirt ripped further. "How do you feel, Tori?" "...Fat as fuck."

Yes please!

The story is called Tiers of Joy. It was on ff a while back. It was about a fit girl whose gym closed down and was replaced by a bakery. Because the gym was right next to her work she eventually gave into the temptation of the bakery. Please help!

So are you gonna gain again? Or perhaps you're not going to care and just let your body do it thing?

Lookin' good! BTW just wondering, what's you bigcuties account? I can't find you (You may have posted the answer earlier on in the blog but I just skimmed over it in 5 minutes (mainly admiring your beauty) so I may have missed it. Sorry!)