So, so close. Amber got dragged into a conversation with Tina (her boss) right as she was about to slip out of the office.
"Hey Amber? I was wondering if you could help me out with something before you go."
"Uh, sure. What's up?"
"Follow me." Tina made her way to the break room and pointed at the laden countertop. "Those two cakes can't stay here over the weekend. We've got the cleaning crew coming. And there's no room for that ice cream in the freezer with all the food from the company picnic still clogging things up. Since you're one of the birthday girls, I thought you might like to take them home."
"All that?" Only one of the massive sheet cakes had been scratched. During the party, everyone talked about how nice they looked and how they had to abstain for dietary reasons. The big tubs of Hoggin'Dazs hadn't even been opened. What exactly did Tina think she was going to do with all that bad food?
"Here, I'll help you carry it to your car. I'd take some of this stuff home myself, but I'm watching my figure."
And so the deed was done. Now *her* countertops were crowded with pastry and there still wasn't any freezer space for the ice cream. She should have just taken them right from her car to the dumpster. But something stopped her. After all, it *was* her birthday. She could cheat a little bit and treat herself.
Amber cut a small square, adding a conservative dollop of French vanilla. She was standing when she took the first bite. Her knees knocked together and she emitted a groan of guilty bliss. It was heaven in baked form: decadent butter cream frosting with a subtle strawberry flavor, layered slab-thick over moist chocolate cake. The ice cream added a delightful counterpoint, and was slightly melty: her favorite consistency. It didn't take long before she was licking her plate and fork spotless.
She was about to deposit them in dishwasher when she noticed the cake was still uncovered. More couldn't hurt. Amber cut a regular sized piece and then added a second one because it looked so lonely on the plate. And she took a big scoop this time. She inhaled it all. Even though what she was eating was heavy and rich, it couldn't satisfy her hunger. Her plate stayed empty only for as long as it took to hack off another increasingly generous square.
Soon buttons strained against flesh. She couldn't be bothered to put down her fork to undo them. They failed with a pop. And her belly rushed in to occupy the new slack in her skirt or blouse. Pop. Pop.
The quantity of dessert waned and Amber's stomach waxed huge and round, now a clumsy, squishy bumper whenever she approached counter or tabletop. She decided everything would be more accessible on the ground, so she moved stuff down and continued eating with gusto.
Amber was down the last corner piece before she realized she hadn't made a birthday wish. She closed her eyes, laughing. Of course it was silly- bakeries didn't stay open this late.
Oh jeeze. That is /beyond/ hot right there. I've always loved the combination of story and picture, but both would be hot in their own right, here. Jeeze. I hate that I'm so into extremes sometimes, because I find myself wanting a continuation of this, despite it being so good as is. Hee
I hope she has some vacation time saved up because it will surely take her a few days to digest all that sugary goodness. Keep up the great work Woot!!
I'm slightly ashamed to admit that I got vocally excited when I read the title for this page. Needless to say it only got better once image and story loaded.
I'm not a big fan of big bellies, but you make them so attractive, woot. I'd love to see more, maybe a follow up of her once she's metabolized all that sugar, hopefuly into her boobs!
My idea of a sequel would be seeing her at work the next day, making no effort to disguise the fact that her clothes don't fit anymore. Just unabashedly belly'd and brazenly boob'd. ^_^
She's overlooking the fact she wouldn't be able to squish behind the wheel of her car even if there was a bakery open at that hour. Wishful thinking ;)
"Hey Amber? I was wondering if you could help me out with something before you go."
"Uh, sure. What's up?"
"Follow me." Tina made her way to the break room and pointed at the laden countertop. "Those two cakes can't stay here over the weekend. We've got the cleaning crew coming. And there's no room for that ice cream in the freezer with all the food from the company picnic still clogging things up. Since you're one of the birthday girls, I thought you might like to take them home."
"All that?" Only one of the massive sheet cakes had been scratched. During the party, everyone talked about how nice they looked and how they had to abstain for dietary reasons. The big tubs of Hoggin'Dazs hadn't even been opened. What exactly did Tina think she was going to do with all that bad food?
"Here, I'll help you carry it to your car. I'd take some of this stuff home myself, but I'm watching my figure."
And so the deed was done. Now *her* countertops were crowded with pastry and there still wasn't any freezer space for the ice cream. She should have just taken them right from her car to the dumpster. But something stopped her. After all, it *was* her birthday. She could cheat a little bit and treat herself.
Amber cut a small square, adding a conservative dollop of French vanilla. She was standing when she took the first bite. Her knees knocked together and she emitted a groan of guilty bliss. It was heaven in baked form: decadent butter cream frosting with a subtle strawberry flavor, layered slab-thick over moist chocolate cake. The ice cream added a delightful counterpoint, and was slightly melty: her favorite consistency. It didn't take long before she was licking her plate and fork spotless.
She was about to deposit them in dishwasher when she noticed the cake was still uncovered. More couldn't hurt. Amber cut a regular sized piece and then added a second one because it looked so lonely on the plate. And she took a big scoop this time. She inhaled it all. Even though what she was eating was heavy and rich, it couldn't satisfy her hunger. Her plate stayed empty only for as long as it took to hack off another increasingly generous square.
Soon buttons strained against flesh. She couldn't be bothered to put down her fork to undo them. They failed with a pop. And her belly rushed in to occupy the new slack in her skirt or blouse. Pop. Pop.
The quantity of dessert waned and Amber's stomach waxed huge and round, now a clumsy, squishy bumper whenever she approached counter or tabletop. She decided everything would be more accessible on the ground, so she moved stuff down and continued eating with gusto.
Amber was down the last corner piece before she realized she hadn't made a birthday wish. She closed her eyes, laughing. Of course it was silly- bakeries didn't stay open this late.