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Chapter #6
The cake of doom
by: Unknown
The pile of empty trays began to grow as the two women fought to outlast each other. Before long, Maria's uniform couldn't take anymore; a button rocketed past Gwen's ear with a loud snap. A sigh escaped from Maria's chocolate-covered lips, and she leaned back on her stool; she felt it creak, and she definitely heard a snap. When she heard it, Gwen's eyes glimmered with jealousy. She lifted a long, fat eclair to her mouth and inhaled its scent. True, her clothes suddenly felt constraining. Her fishnet stockings had begun to tighten. But she was convinced that a week of aerobics would vaporize her extra pounds. Gwen greedily devoured the eclair, ignoring the strained tug of her waistband.
After another twenty minutes, both women were stuffed to their limits. Maria let out a burp, causing crumbs to rain from her soft double chin.
"Nice." Gwen remarked. Her long nails shone with a red glare as they caressed her belly, now rounded and stretching through the white cloth of her uniform. Her unkempt hair was now frizzled.
Maria slipped her shoes off and dangled her pudgy toes over the sugar-encrusted floor. Another button fired away, landing a short distance from Gwen's leg and rattling to a stop.
"Had enough?" Maria asked coyly.
Gwen's belly knew it was fighting a losing battle. There were just no way it could stretch far enough to compete with Maria's. Gwen stubbornly overruled her stomach's pleas and reached for another eclair...
"Wait a minute." Maria smiled, as if an idea had hit her. "I was working on a special treat before you came in. Wanna see it?" With great effort, her chubby feet slid flat against the tiled floor, and she reared herself up from the stool. Gwen watched as Maria padded her way behind the counter and disappeared into the back room.
When she followed her in, Gwen couldn't believe what she saw. Sitting on the table in front of her was a huge, monster, ice cream wedding cake. Easily enough for 20 people, it was split into 4 layers, each one split into pre-cut slices for convenience. The lure of the soft, creamy cake was magically sinister.
"Let's have a contest to see who can more of it." Maria taunted. "If I win, you have to give me the deed to the bakery."
"HA. Fat chance." Gwen scoffed. "And if I win?"
Maria bit her lip and smiled lasciviously. All of sudden, their eyes met. Everybody in the bakery knew that Maria went 'both ways'. Gwen shivered with suppressed excitement as her full-figured employee whispered in her ear. "If you win...I promise to..."
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