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The proprietor of Heaven’s Bakery stared at his overbearing hippo of an employee in consternation as she waddled away home for the day. Though her belly dominated her small frame, she had put on enough rising dough that her thick inner thighs had finally plumped up with enough new flesh to eliminate her thigh gap entirely. The resulting waddle had already worn thigh holes in multiple pairs of jeans. She was surprisingly liberal with the information and her frustrations with her rising weight issues, though she didn’t seem to connect her being a fat ass with the defects in her clothing choices. He still hadn’t found the heart to broach the subject with her either. When they had finally disentangled themselves and revived Carl from his near death experience, Trinity had reached down and pulled on the tender underside of her belly, letting it slap down onto the counter top so she could reach past it to continue her baking work. Carl found himself feeling things he hadn’t ever believed possible as he stared at the slab of feminine thickness that had devoured his formerly svelte employee. There she sat, alternating between making and eating doughnuts brazenly right in front of him. Her intake was costing him, to be certain, but he couldn’t bring himself to bring it up to her after this last attempt. Mentioning a woman’s weight was as bad as bringing up her age, and good manners were ingrained in him. Besides, it was clearly hazardous to his health. Fuck, she was a fat ass though. As she reached around her whale like belly for the dough, and smiled happily at him through the puff of flour though he couldn’t help but grin at her cuteness. “A cute hippo.” He said under his breath, sweating profusely in confusion at his own sudden attraction to said hippo. "Now if only she'd stop eating." He said, only to immediately undercut his own words by calling out to her before she waddled out of sight entirely. "You mentioned you hadn't tried Cheesecake before. I thought you might find it to your taste." He said, handing over an entire boxed Cheese Cake he'd made in the afternoon, almost automatically while thinking about her. Trinity's cheeks went pink with excitement as she relieved him of the gift. "Thank you so much Carl. I was worried you might be upset with me after the incident today." She winked at him flirtatiously, a little bit of her confidence in their relationship restored. Carl's pulse sky rocketed. What was wrong with him. "I've been wanting to try these out for a long time, but I just haven't been able to afford it. It's too bad rent is so expensive." She bemoaned. "If you need a place to stay, you could always come live here above the Bakery with me. We could consider part of your wages. You're overdue for a raise anyhow." Carl said. What was wrong with him! He thought in panic as he was bum rushed by the third tidal wave of fat girl hug of the day. If he let her stay with him, she'd eat the business's profits into the ground and end up a beached land whale before the end of the year. NOOOOOO! He screamed internally. "You're the best boss Carl, I love working with you. I'll move in tonight, after my shift at the Ice Cream Parlor." Ice Cream Parlor, he thought numbly. "Y-yeah. You're an invaluable member of the team Trinity. Whatever I can do to help." he said weakly. "One last thing, Carl. Do you happen to have a freezer where I can store the Ice Cream I get to take home?" And that's how Carl ended up with a 500 pound pixie living at his house.

Oh ho ho was she wrong. The willing uncoupling of her internal relationship between food and hunger, combined with Trinity’s near perpetual state of boredom and incessant exposure to foodstuffs had combined over the last 6 months in a tailor made concoction of events to conspire to blow her up like a float on the Fourth of July. It was now 2 years into her stay in the human world, and Trinity was enormous! It had to be her height, but at 4’11” her stomach was practically taking over her body at this point. Her modest pixie breasts had finally blossomed into respectable human sized titties, giving her some generous cleavage to flash at her boss Carl, in a classic human maneuver she’d seen on TV and quite enjoyed implementing. Her ** belly though… it spread out between her thick thighs to reach her knees when she sat down. It was like some mad scientist had sutured her old body to a child’s bean bag chair. Despite the vast changes in her body though, she staunchly ignored the problem as she continued her endless feasting, determined to make the most of her adventure in the human world. At the Bakery one day, Carl seemed a bit concerned. “T-t-trinity, you uh you doing okay?” He stumbled over his words after finally mustering the courage to attempt to address his employee’s growing spherical shape. Turning to address him, Trinity’s tear drop shaped monument to excess and food addiction heralded her directional shift with dramatic effect. Carl stumbled back in an attempt to avoid bumping into her pillowy gut, only to be chased into a corner as she pursued him naively misinterpreting his stuttering discomfort as some form of sickness. As Trinity moved closer to him, her gargantuan belly practically enveloped his much slighter, though not insubstantial frame. Carl froze in shock, mute at the situation he found himself in. This only further ignited his model employee’s concern over his well being, causing her to move in even closer as he failed to respond. “Carl, are you okay Carl?” She asked with concern, pressing closer into him. In short order, he became squished against the bakery wall as even her calorie bloated breasts welled up a canyon’s worth of cleavage as she pressed into him out of concern. She must be wider around than she was tall at this point, Carl realized with shock, as he felt his consciousness flee from him. This was definitely not the way he had expected to go. “Carl! Carl! Trinity shook him desperately as he frothed at the mouth, and collapsed onto the floor, drowning under the avalanche of fat which pursued him as she climbed on top of him in concern, trying to shake him out of his stupor, but only worsening the problem dramatically. Horrified that her favorite human was about to be extinguished, Trinity magicked her employer with every spell she knew. “Behemoth’s grand endurance! Strength of the Ox! Reflexes of the Cat! Eyes of Attraction.” She paused “Whoops. That last one was an accident. Well, as long as he survives.” She murmured. Luckily, having a pixie working in the small enclosed bakery for 2 years, the environment had metamorphosed to be a quite mana rich spot in the otherwise mana dry city scape. This allowed her to use all of her spells with abandon in order to revitalize the man drowning under an ocean of tubby pixie flesh. She paused, trying to think of other helpful spells. She was a bit out of practice, not having access to a natural mana well for the last 2 years. “Eyes of the Soaring Eagle!” She continued, back on track. “Breath of the Fish King!” Carl finally seemed to show a response to the rapid fire spells, drawing in a deep breath below her despite her bulk still thoughtlessly crushing his chest. “Carl? Carl?” In a dream like state, Carl heard a faint tinkling sound like bells that also somehow also registered as a familiar voice calling his name. It had been like he was drowning but he could suddenly breathe again. His body felt strong and whole. Sucking in a huge breath, he marveled at how good he felt as his eyes fluttered open and he firmly came back to awareness. Immediately it was like a spell came over him as he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the beached whale like form of his cute little employee laying on top of him. Somehow, though she was still an obese monument to gluttony, even though he was still rather horrified at her constant attempt at cosplaying Giotto’s perfect circle, somehow, against all of his better judgement he was instantly infatuated. “Carl! You’re awake! Phew, you scared me.” Pushing back, Trinity finally realized she was literally pinning her boss to the floor and immediately blushed a deep crimson as she realized the full extent of the compromising position she had wedged herself into. Flashing a bit of cleavage was one thing but actually pouncing on top of a human she was close to, and nearly smothering him with her boobs and belly was something else entirely! Wasn’t this sort of behavior part of the human mating ritual? She was mortified! Luckily, Carl was just laying on the floor, suffering her abuse without speaking or moving while she wiggled and jiggled like a bowl of pudding in a fruitless attempt to leverage her bulk out of the position she found herself in. He found the rippling waves of her ocean of flesh almost hypnotic, and everything had taken on an almost dream like veneer. Finally coming to a stop, Trinity came to rest on her knees, her vast belly spilled out over Carl’s chest as she panted, sweat from the heat of the bakery and her unusual exertions dripping down her face. “Aw! Look. You startled me and now I’ve overcooked this batch of doughnuts. Thanks to you, I’m going to have to eat these so they don’t go to waste.” She said as she immediately began to plow through the nearest batch. He was pretty sure they weren’t burnt, but Trinity seemed to be more than a little flustered, so he wasn’t surprised to see her make a mistake. She was a nervous eater. Also a bored eater. And every other kind of eater he could think of. The term "Fat ass." drifted through his mind to sum up those thoughts, and for the first time the term had a kind of sexiness to it. “Trinity, you don’t have to do that.” He said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “They’ll… uh. They’ll go to your waist.” He said pointedly looking at her fluffy belly rolling dramatically over the hem of her pants and resting on his chest. He thought about asking her to get off of him but then thought better of it, choosing to rather just enjoy the odd satisfaction of being crushed by the cute oblivious hippo which he had somehow become friends with. “No Carl, you see I’m eating them so they don’t go to waste.” She smiled nervously. “Waste not want not, don’t they say?” Carl didn’t know how to respond as she plowed through her third pastry in short order, her heavy weight, sticky fingers, and nervous smile belying the confidence in her words. As if unsure of their standing as she grazed on the tray of doughnuts atop her boss, Trinity awkwardly moved in for a tentative hug, overbalanced, and immediately buried Carl’s face in her boobs. Carl froze in shock as a veritable tidal wave of soft warm flesh once again flowed over him, drowning out all other sensation except warm soft fluffy female as she attempted to wrap her chubby little arms around him. The vast ocean of her belly immediately engulfed the remaining space between the two long before her hands completed their journey around his back, and her large pair of breasts sandwiched his face as she fought for balance in the maneuver. It was like all of his senses had been turned up to 11, and as the sensations overwhelmed him, he passed out again from overexposure. “Carl? Carl?” He heard again in the distance. “Not again!”

“Ughh. Why…” Trinity moaned against her painfully full belly. She was round as a stuffed turkey sitting behind the counter of the Ice Cream Parlor. Life had been going so well too, Trinity reflected. Her two jobs were paying well, and her artistic abilities had been recognized by Carl at the bakery who was complementing her profusely on her innovations with pastries and confections for the displays. It seemed her creations were always quite popular. Of course they were good! After all, Trinity made sure to taste test everything she baked during the day. If they were good she test tasted two or three times at least. Most things she made were really good these days, she reflected as she patted her stretched out sides gingerly. But then she had to go and break her phone, and the Ice Cream Parlor was not nearly as creatively stimulating to work at as the Bakery. She was bored. And when she was bored she ate. With eating her only outlet for entertainment at work, Trinity found herself stuffed beyond belief. She had eaten nonstop at the bakery this morning and then gorged on ice cream in the afternoon. Her stomach, by far the largest part of her quite large frame at this point, couldn’t even be contained by the extra large shirt she was wearing and a large slice of creamy belly flesh was poking out in protest at her overindulgence. She was stuffed now though; stuffed to the point where she didn’t want to eat anymore, which was pretty damn full these days. And yet there were hours yet to go and she had no customers, no more work to do, and no further entertainment of any kind. It was horrid. Breathing heavily, Trinity surveyed the array of ice cream she was the queen of each afternoon. “So bored.” She muttered rebelliously. The 36 buckets seemed to return her stare in challenge. Normally she’d pace herself by eating a little bit at a time while playing on her phone, but in absence of another source of distraction, she had gone too far too fast and already eaten more than her capacity. “What am I supposed to do.” She stared angrily at her phone, pathetically broken and reflecting her chubby face in stereo amidst the shattered glass, as if in protest at her growing weight. It seemed to say “It’s not my fault you’re such a fat ass.” “Oh shut up, Alexa.” She muttered rebelliously, and turned to eye the 36 five gallon buckets of ice cream before her as she stroked her maxed out belly. “I hate being bored. I hate it so much.” She stated angrily. Her expression suddenly shifted from angry to coy as she raised her trusty silver serving spoon into view. “Oh where did you come from, sexy?” She asked the piece of flatware seductively. Setting a full 5 gallon bucket on top of her tummy, she began to eat directly from the carton. “Whelp, I’m already a fat pixie. There can’t be any harm in just embracing it for a while. It’s not like I’m going to get that much bigger at this point.” It was time to let loose. With a flick of minor magic, she muted her body’s sense of fullness that was screaming to her brain to stop. In the ensuing silence, she proceeded to eat, and eat, and eat.

It seemed to be a self perpetuating cycle, she thought one day, as she sat musing at her lack of progress in her projected goals while she spooned yet another bowl of ice cream into her wide welcoming mouth. “Let’s do the math.” She said, groaning slightly. She was an artist, not a scientist or a mathematician so typically she avoided numbers like the plague. Besides, faeries were naturally not inclined towards the hard sciences, so she was already disadvantaged in this area. She’d mentioned this to Carl one day, and he had made some sort of quip back to her before he could help himself. “Yes, her weight was a number, so of course she also avoided that too. Why do you ask?” He hadn’t seemed to want to continue the conversation after that. She was concerned he might be getting sick, considering the shade of deathly white that had overtaken his complexion at that moment. She’d insisted on checking his temperature, pressing into him to feel his forehead, which only seemed to fluster him even more. Her belly was certainly so large now, that it got in the her way fairly often, and it seemed to bother Carl much more than it bothered her for whatever reason. Anyhow, recollections aside, the problem was her expanded income seemed to be perpetually consumed in paying for her ever expanding wardrobe, and cost of living. The women’s sizing industry was downright crooked she thought, as she had bought quite a few pairs or pants at this point, and just couldn’t get the right size for some reason. “Massive waste of money,” She thought. If only her rent wasn’t so expensive, she mused, spooning another bite of a coco-vanilla cookie dough extravaganza to her mouth. Or if she had more time to cook. All she ate when she was at home anymore was take out due to her busy schedule. Surely it would be cheaper to buy and cook her own food than eating out, even though it was one of her chief pleasures in the human city. One fact remained as she looked down at the scrawled doodles and scribbles covering her figures sheet; she certainly wasn’t coming out as far ahead working two jobs as she had hoped. How did these humans do it, she wondered. “Well, at least the ice cream’s good.” She mumbled, spooning yet another bite into her mouth, and giving up on her pathetic attempt at math to turn to mindlessly scrolling through her social media. “And food at work is still free while I figure this whole thing out.” Trinity grimaced as she pinched the ever thickening roles of chub spilling out from under her too-tight uniform. “Oh bummer, I just realized I don’t really qualify as a starving artist anymore.” She shrugged as she served herself a full size banana split to wile away the hours until closing time. She paused thoughtfully, a pensive look on her face, her spoon hovering mere centimeters from the dairy calorie bomb. From the outside, one might think she was having second thoughts about her choices up to this point. But then she placed her spoon down she reached under her large overhanging belly shelf, grunting as she undid her pants. “Don’t want to ruin another good pair of pants. I’m sure I’ll fit back in em as soon as I get back in shape.” She said to no one in particular, before digging back in. “Should have brought more doughnuts from the bakery.” She murmured. “They would really go well with this new dish. I’ll have to remember that tomorrow and try this again.” She nodded pleasantly.

Of course the only place that would hire her had to be an Ice Cream Parlor. Trinity moaned, her belly full of soft doughnuts as she parked her thickening rear behind the counter. There were no customers. No one wanted Ice Cream in December, so she was the only one in the shop after her bakery hours were over, and she was already incredibly bored. She moaned at the thought of how long she’d have to be here to be able to afford her planned diet in a few weeks. Hmm. Now that she thought about it though, after she started her diet, she wouldn’t be able to try any of this scrumptious looking ice cream. Surely it would be better to learn the menu now so she’d be prepared when people asked her opinion come summer, than to be caught unprepared and be tempted later when she was back to being fit and trim. Trinity pinched her now prominent gut which was now pushing out well past her more modest chest assets, as she considered the rows of incredibly fattening dairy products she was tasked with guarding. “Eh, it can’t hurt.” She said, a glint of mania in her eyes as she brandished a silver spoon hungrily. And so, justification in hand, she began a tour of the shops 36 flavor variations. The next several weeks were a whirlwind of ice cream and pastries. The combination mixed surprisingly well and as she plotted out all the various ways to combine the two, her artistic side began to shine as she came up with increasingly more extravagant ways to experience the food groups. Unfortunately, under such a stressfully full schedule packed with calorie high foods, time began to blur together in a sugar glazed and creamy haze of excess. Each day became a smorgasbord of ice cream and baked goods. As she made her way through the end of her initial list, her prowess in baking began to dramatically improve, sparking a whole new round of ice cream and pastry pairings. The days turned into weeks, and the weeks slid into months, and before she quite knew how, several seasons had come and past. Her plans to diet forgotten, Trinity’s muffin top continued its inexorable march out over her panty line as she practically ballooned under the sudden new influx of caloric goodies. In the Bakery, Carl glanced over at his considerably wider and heavier employee. He was frankly shocked at her rather tame reaction to her massive weight gain. She’d truly become an invaluable member of the team, as her self professed passion for art dove tailed beautifully with her newly discovered talent for baking and eating. Her creative exploits yielded all sorts of unexpected results, only one of which was her rather profound explosion in size. Several of her unique creations had taken up permanent residence on his menu, and were local favorites, keeping business running smoothly even when people didn’t have a lot of money to spend. The fact that she abused his free food policy to an almost obscene degree at this point, and made an outright pig of herself, ruining her body to such an extent, should have upset him but he found himself oddly relieved as her piggish behavior assuaged some of his guilt at being unable to pay her what she quite frankly truly deserved. Still, he thought, watching her polish off an entire tray of macaroons in one sitting as a “taste test.” The girl was a veritable cow! He’d never seen anyone eat so much on the regular. She was constantly munching on something, grazing on the bread products covering their shelves. How had she possibly managed to be so petite and thin when she showed up for work on her first day? His eyebrows rose even higher as she pulled out a tray with 4 bear claws on it, glazed them and proceeded to “taste test” those as well. Her belly swelled ever higher. Her side roles were sticking out bouncing a good inch and a half over the edge of her belt, which clung desperately around the hem of her latest pair of slacks. There was a clear gap of probably 3 inches or so between the hem of her straining blouse and the top of her waistband, and the gap was only getting wider as the day went on. Somehow, the bigger she got the more mesmerized he was. She’d maintained her pixie-like looks, so if she was a cow, at least she was a cute cow. Quite smart and good for business too, he nodded happily as they pulled out her latest creation, agreeing that it was going to be a hit. Of course, she ate that too. Carl sighed as his obese assistant continued to voluntarily inflate herself like a child’s party balloon.

One week later… “Dieting food is so expensive!” Trinity gasped as she noted the price of all the health food. There was no way she could afford this and the new pants she desperately needed. Her belly was bigger than ever, bouncing and jiggling on her front side at all times, so the pants were non-negotiable really. She couldn’t very well walk around in her underwear like she did at her apartment. She had actually subconsciously increased her doughnut intake in expectation of the upcoming diet, so even her panties were hanging on for dear life at this point. Making her decision to postpone the human diet experience until she figured out a solution for additional funds, Trinity purchased an upgraded wardrobe to accommodate her expanding girth and left to go treat herself to a few of her favorite fast food joints. Pay day was always a welcome day of celebrating the best the human world had to offer: art, culture, food, lots and lots of food! Only recently, she had discovered that many humans considered food a defining experience of foreign culture, an idea that she could totally get behind. As a result she was currently in the process of “touring” the world via various restaurants and cuisines. Somehow, the first food she’d experienced, doughnuts from her local job remained her favorite go-to culinary option at the end of the day. Carl seemed to be suffering intensely under the constant view of her exposed and growing gut. It was hardly professional. Luckily he was understanding towards a free soul like herself, and didn’t bring up her growing stomach related uniform indiscretions in the workplace. The poor sod must be really desperate for competent work if he put up with her, she thought. She’d have to keep doing her best to make it up to him. It would be a pain to have to go through the job search process again. Recalling the previous job searching experience, Trinity was inspired. “Hmm perhaps it’s time to get a second job. If I’m gonna pay for the healthy life style these magazines describe, I’ll have to work extra for it. Besides, I could definitely use the exercise.” She considered, jiggling her fat tummy in one hand while she polished off another particularly delectable pastry she’d been working on learning to make with Carl. If she could do it once, she could definitely do it again; even in this economy. She grinned, with a plan now in mind. “I guess it’s still doughnuts for now, but don’t count on sticking around belly. We’ll have you gone soon enough.” She said, patting the prominent gut with absent minded affectionate as she began to job hunt once again. “Oh well nothing to be done about you now. Best not let these spare crepes go to waste!” She dug in with gusto to the free cuisine, taking a selfie and posting to the social media she had created recently. “Hmm… I think I’m going to have to pick a better angle. That’s decidedly un-pixie-like. I look like a marshmallow!” In the corner, Carl twitched.

Another two weeks and rent was due, and two weeks after that Carl introduced her to TV, prompting her to go out and buy one of her own giving her yet another reason to delay giving up her doughnut diet, and so the pattern managed to perpetuate itself for another 3 months. Each paycheck of course was also celebrated with treating herself to a variety of new fast food options. At this point, Trinity’s poor money management decisions were beginning to compound with her massive food intake, and it was showing serious repercussions on her pixie waistline. “Where is my waistline?” Trinity asked out loud, a sense of absolute shock registering in her brain as it processed the gunshot-like sound which had just echoed from pants. And to be certain, her concern was valid for her waistline seemed to have vanished amidst a wave of rising dough around her middle, strikingly similar to the confectionary treats she had made her near sole form of nourishment of late. There was no denying it anymore. Trinity was getting fat. “Definitely fat.” she thought, considering and acknowledging the button which had just ricocheted across the room, launched by the weight of her tummy trying to absorb her fifth doughnut of the morning. She felt the slightly metallic pinch of zipper teeth as her roles rushed to the newly revealed hole in the waistband of her jeans. A click-click-click noise sounded out indelicately as her muffin top filled the gap. Standing there, frozen by the sudden movement, she caught a glance of her face in the reflection of the window. Double chin alert! God, she was fat, fat, fat! When had this happened? Luckily the only other person in the shop at the moment of her pant’s indiscretion was Carl, her boss, whose face turned beet red as she froze and met his eyes, cheeks still full of a mouthful of fluffy sweat bread. A tense thirty seconds ticked by as she waited for her boss to say something as she felt her exposed stomach greet the warm sticky heat of the bakery. What was the human protocol for dealing with this sort of clothing malfunction? Wiping her glazed sticky fingers across the apron she began to feel the surprising belly that had suddenly manifested itself upon her slender frame. It filled the space below her modest breasts with authority, dominating her front section and spilling over her waistband, thick and soft like custard. Curiosity engulfed her as she locked eyes with Carl, daring him to respond to the indignity of the situation. Slowly, her fingers began to feel around, starting with an almost ritual like tummy pat as she chewed and swallowed the final bit of sugary dough. Her thin and still elegant fingers poked and prodded at the extreme softness and yielding flesh muffining over the edge of her overtaxed waistband. She could pinch more than an inch, she discovered. Quite a bit more than an inch she realized with surprise. When had this happened? When had the perpetual dome of fullness metamorphosed into a topping of extra thick chub? She maintained direct eye contact with her manager the entire time she explored her pastry like middle, bouncing and prodding it in full view. Carl stood frozen as his post in the bakery almost as if the incident had transformed him into a statue. The gears in Trinity’s head whirred furiously as she studied her boss’s reaction. “I uh guess this uh means I’m supposed to diet?” Trinity finally asked, more than stated, finally shattering the frozen moment of shock between the two coworkers. Carl shook himself from his reverie, cheeks burning with absolute burning embarrassment at being present for such a situation. What was he supposed to do? “Um, yes? I mean, that is, I guess.” He stumbled over his words as he realized he was falling into an obvious verbal trap. You never ever discuss a woman’s weight. He knew this! “I don’t know are you fat?” He asked a bit shrilly. “You don’t seem to be that fat. I mean, you’re totally not fat! You’re not fat at all!” He nearly shouted, as if it would erase the hole he was digging for himself with his previous words. “You should only diet if you want? Don’t worry about what everyone else thinks.” He finally finished weakly. His eyes pleaded with her to be released from this nightmare, but his cute little plump employee seemed determined to pretend ignorance as she approached him, only heightening his stress levels. Though he maintained a determined level of eye contact, he suddenly felt her pressing a thick squishy role of flab into his hands. “Look, there seems to be quite a bit of fat.” She said, forcing his fingers into a squishy marshmallow like muffin top and jiggling it fiercely, as if she was afraid he was too oblivious to notice if she didn’t force the issue. Carl was afraid he might faint. “A human,” she paused as if for effect, measuring her words as well as searching his face for a reaction. “A human would diet, right?” Her keen eyes narrowed as she awaited his response.” “Yes, I mean no!” Carl shouted in desperation, the thick fat role in his hand clearly displaying the truth that yes, she was getting fat, but how was he supposed to say that? “You uh could diet if you want to I suppose, but there’s no need to. You look great.” Carl blustered on. The heat of the bakery seemed stifling as he struggled to breathe. Was there a gas leak? Why did he feel light headed? Finally breaking away, Trinity winked and giggled awkwardly as she brought another pastry to her lips. “Well thanks. I guess I could try a diet, but not yet. After all, payday is still 5 days away. Can’t be going hungry.” Per the usual she was broke. Besides, there were lots more doughnuts to eat. The rest of the day she waltzed around the bakery with her nascent ** belly in full view, continuing to snack on everything within arm’s reach, further progressing the swelling softness of her middle. Under the brazen display of such wild binging, Carl found the temperature of the bakery nearly unbearable. What had he ever done to earn such hell? The girl was ruthless.

As Trinity stopped by her apartment though she paused to consider the small stack of bills in her left hand, weighing the thought of normal food against the soft squishiness of the warm doughnut in her right hand. Comparing the two to the sad barren emptiness of her flat she came to a decision. “I can stand a few more weeks of doughnuts, but something has to be done about this apartment! The emptiness is an affront to my artist’s soul!” Compared to the flowery fields of her home, the barren wasteland of her apartment was quickly wilting her spirit. She had resolved her job issue and now it was time to resolve her apartment issue. So off to the store it was. A few shiny trinkets, some canvas and paint supplies, which didn’t come cheap, and then she discovered fast food and before she knew it her wallet was once again empty. Luckily, she thought, at least this time her stomach was not. She patted her rounded tummy fondly. After nearly starving for so long, she was quite enjoying the feeling of being full at all times and took particular pleasure in ensuring her tummy never went without now that she was enjoying a season of plenty.

Stop Eating Hippo! (A story in which the protagonist gets ridiculously fat for no good reason) By Anonymous#5212 Dear reader. Thanks for taking the time to meander through my silly work. Sorry for the trash. Input is welcome. Trinity needed a job desperately. A curly brown haired slip of a girl at only 4’11” with a brilliant wide smile and a button nose, Trinity was a real life pixie masquerading as a human. She left her roots in nature and moved out to the big city to follow her romantic dreams to live as one of those troubled artists she had taken pleasure in chatting with over the decades. She couldn’t wait to bathe in the culture and art of the metropolis, taking in every iota of the human experience. As far as pixies go, she was young, impossibly curious, and a hopeless romantic. “Don’t go” They’d said. “You’ll shrivel up and die, separated from your homeland like that.” They’d said. “Watch out for human food, it’s fucking addictive.” Another one had exhorted her. But all those warnings had fallen on deaf ears as she set off to meet her glorious destiny. Turns out though, she was quite bad at being human. She’d walked right into what people were calling a down turn in the economy, and it was stifling her creative itch! She grit her teeth in pain, as she considered that all the poor wandering souls she’d run into before What was it she’d was always hearing about starving artists? No one appreciated their work till they were dead? Well she’d be appreciated soon enough, cause she wasn’t going to last much longer without money to pay for food. She laid back in exasperation amidst her small one person flat. It had been a month, and though she’d magicked a phone and obtained a place to stay, as a fey she was quite literally starving, cut off from nature like this. As a human she was starving and broke. “Alexa,” she whined at her phone. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Maybe you can find me a job. I’m fresh out of ideas.”Alexa was her only friend. “First person who offers, I’m taking the job. No negotiations.” She promised to her phone. The phone sat there like the inanimate plastic and metal piece of hardware it was. Her stomach gurgled forlornly. “Ok, you’ve convinced me. I promise I’ll even work for free if you can just provide me with some food. I’m starving here. Like literally.” The phone maintained its stoic silence… A hunger induced groan escaped Trinity’s full lips as she curled in on herself, perhaps the only thing that was still full on her. The lack of sunlight and local ambient mana was sucking her dry. “RING!” The phone relented at long last. Like a pouncing leopard, Trinity snagged the cellular device and answered. “Hello? You offer a human Job!? YES! I accept! Yes, I can start right away. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Gasping in relief at the proposition of paying work, she scrawled out the address of her new employment and scampered out her small empty apartment, leaving its barren walls to silently wait her return. As luck would have it, Trinity had been hired into the food service industry; one newly established Heaven’s Bakery, to be specific. The owner, like herself, was struggling in the economic downturn and thus couldn’t offer much in the way of wages, which had put him in something of a bind. He tried to make up for his minimum wage with the offer of free food. While such an offer wasn’t very attractive to most, this worked perfectly for Trinity, as it solved her food shortage issue in the short term. Hurrah! And so our petite and spritely heroine began to learn the art of baking. Fluffy little creations, with sugary glaze and creamy fillings. Boss man Carl, a cute and young entrepreneur near her own age, told her to throw out the imperfect ones. So she did; right into a to-go bag. She got permission, of course. Trinity was nothing, if not punctilious and she wanted the okay to add these imperfect attempts to her already generous food allowance while on the premises. Fairies, unlike goblins, cared quite a bit about rules. Carl nodded in sympathetic understanding at her plight. “Sure Trinity, take all you need.” He paused for a moment, as he looked over at her, blowing a wisp of his own over long tussle of brown hair out of his eyes as he took in her pixie like figure. After a moment of trepidation he continued. “Do make sure to balance out the diet when you can though Trinity. Too much sweet bread will plump just about anyone up, no matter how good the metabolism. Heaven knows, I put on 15 pounds when I was in culinary school myself.” He was quite pleased at having such a cute first employee and didn’t want to lose her, so he was slightly concerned by her proposed dietary changes. He’d seen too many girls gain a few pounds and get scared away from the bakery business for good. She winked at him flirtatiously. “Afraid I’ll get fat?” He immediately flushed, vowing to never bring up her weight again. “Sorry, totally not my place.” He apologized profusely. It was two weeks till payday though, and it was best she didn’t collapse before then. So it was a doughnut diet for her till she got paid! And wow, this human food was amazing! So much more substantial than dew and moonbeams. Trinity returned to her empty flat exhausted but happy. Barren and forlorn it may be but a celebration of her victory in overcoming her immediate survival problems was in order and she had doughnuts to spice up the place. Lots and lots of doughnuts. She gorged until she actually literally could not even move anymore. Maybe they weren’t display picture perfect. Perhaps a few needed a couple burnt edges trimmed off, but she’d been practically starving for weeks and these decadent mini cakes tasted orgasmically good after her long fast. Sprawled on the floor with her belly round and taut with what felt like a garbage bag’s worth of doughnuts, Trinity at long last fell into a sweet slumber, dreaming of sugar plums and tasty cakes, a dream that would continue to haunt her for the foreseeable future. And so a habit was formed; an endless parade of baked goods each day followed by a personal feast of the day’s rejects and flawed creations. A quite substantial amount of the Bakery’s inventory came to inevitably rest in her quickly expanding tummy each day. Trinity was developing a rather permanent dome shaped tummy as she settled into her new role. No more starving artist cliche for her! Now she could eat whenever she wanted, so she did. Whenever she wanted turned out to be all the time. Finally payday came around, and the intended end of Trinity’s calorie intensive workout, and experiment in expanding stomach capacity. Carl smiled at her kindly as he handed over her paycheck. “You gonna go grocery shopping today? I’m sure you’re sick of doughnuts” He quipped jovially, with a concerned eye on the small bit of muffin top Trinity’s midriff was already developing under his shop’s employ. “Definitely!” Trinity grinned around a mouthful of sugary dough drenched in chocolate and sprinkles, “Though I don’t know if I could ever get tired of doughnuts. ”she said as she quite literally bounced out of the store. Carl shook his head with chagrin at the sight of his obviously rounder employee, clearly ignoring the warning signs of her tightening waistband. “Well at least she’ll be able to lay off the doughnuts for a while.” He said, as she vanished from sight. But such positive thoughts were not meant to be.