(Gift) Baked to Perfection (Patreon)

Getting work in her neck of the woods after college was a hard task for Fran, the owl had a few useful skills but there as just so few openings. That’s why when she saw a position as a bakers assistant at the local bakery she jumped at the role. She wasn’t the strongest baker, sometimes struggling to make a sandwich. But it was a paid apprenticeship so she didn’t mind learning. With a bit of luck she would do fine. Arriving was an odd experience as the owner was this incredibly plump red mason bee, rich red fluff formed a rich collar around her neck. Sophisticated black clothes wrapped the rest of her fat body. Fran thought such attire was a bit to bake in yet thought nothing more of it as she greeted her employer. “Hi, I’m Fran you must be...”

“Mrs Osmia , and I’m absolutely charmed to meet you dear. Please do come in. Welcome to Honeypot pastries! It’s been my little store I’ve ran for the last twenty years or so. Ever visit as a customer?” she asked leading Fran through the store front. Wonderful smells of baked goods filled the air and people walked past holding golden Bear claws , slices of red velvet cake and all other kinds of delicious treat. “Uh...I think my folks came in here a couple of times to get stuff for birthdays and the like. Can’t wait to be baking that good.” Fran lied, wanting desperately to have some rapport with her boss. It seemingly worked , Osmia smiling wider as she walked. It was almost hypnotic watching how much of her body shook with each step. Fran had never seen such a fat lady... And it gave her confusing feelings indeed. As they went behind the counter she did her best to suppress her thoughts.

Into the kitchen there was a cookbook open awaiting for Fran and a uniform. A pastry chef jacket which when she put it on, fit perfectly although it seemed quite stretchy. Comfy though.  Looking at the cookbook however filled Fran with immediately dread. Baked Alaska . “now your resume said that you where moderately Skilled at baking , so I thought we would start with something nice and challenging for someone of your skill.  What do you think?” Osmia asked. Within her mind, Fran screamed in fear as she was way in over her head. Yet all she could cough out a slightly shaky “I can give it a go…”. Then to only worsen her panic , Osmia waved her hand as she turned back around. “Welp! Best tend to the store front. Let me know how it goes!” her friendly demeanour seeming taunting to the frantic Fran. She couldn’t help but ask. “you aren’t going to guide me through?” yet she only got a laugh in response.

“don’t worry dear, my instructions are clear. A novice could follow it and create a perfectly acceptable baked Alaska. Tata!” and with that the hope of guidance left, surprisingly not getting stuck in the door. Fran gulped as she began to scan the recipe. Every step was more complicated and confusing than the last. She mixed and whisked and cooled and covered yet her end product ended up a wet shlop of cream upon a plate. With fear Fran called out for her boss to return to witness what had happened and she barely got a word out before Osmia was there smiling. That smile faded within a second of seeing the melted mess in front of her. “what … did you do to this thing?” she asked sounded almost disgusted at such a poorly made cake. Fran, rather headstrong at times, returned. “I followed your instructions…” this seemed to anger the Bee, who glared at Fran with reddish brown eyes. “Sit. Down.” She commanded. Fran went to argue until she saw the slight anger in her bosses eyes. With that she planted herself in the chair next to the work top. Osmia slapped the plate of barely baked Alaska infront of Fran. “Eat it.”

“eat it? Like…all of it?” Fran asked confused

“Yes! Cant let it go to waste and I am certainly not selling that to my customers. So …EAT IT. “ Osmia demanded , pushing it a little closer to Fran. Truly needing the job, the owl took a spoon and began scooping up the melted ice cream , burnt meringue and soggy sponge to her lips to chow down little by little. Bite after bite. It tasted okay , beyond the slightly burnt taste of the merengue. Frans biggest concern now was just how much of it there was . it was supposed to serve twelve and she had to eat everything. She had barely starter and yet her stomach felt full of the rich ice cream and cake . As she ate more Fran noticed that her stomach was groaning and gurgling and…pushing out? She was starting to get bigger. Will her belly wasn’t exactly flat before, she was getting chubbier with every bite. Around a third of the way through this first baked Alaska Fran could feel a jiggle in her stomach that wasn’t there before, and fat building on parts of her that where once skinny. Her arms and legs specifically looked thicker. Yet she knew she had to keep eating or else.

Half gone and it got harder and harder to eat..Fran was long full yet she kept pushing more sweetness to her lips desperately trying to push more down. That’s when she felt an awkward popping within her clothes. Her bra. Fran groaned out In shame feeling her bra slip down out from under her jacket , her boobs so fat they couldn’t hold up. Yet the bakers jacket Osmia had given her fit like a glove still . Stretching with every pound gained without an issue.  Fran could only whimper as she began working on the second half. Osmia watched , her stern look slowly turning to a wide smile. “good girl. Now that’s  the kind of can do attitude I hired you for. finish up that little mistake and try again with the baked Alaska. And do be quick about it. We are selling that tomorrow to calibrate Alaska day!”

Frans gut turned at that. She had to make enough of these for TOMORROW? Although ... something didn’t seem right. It was mid summer , not October and they weren’t in Alaska . was it just added pressure Osmia put on her? Either way , she knew she had to get one right soon or she would loose the job.. although looking at her own bulging fat body, she thought maybe it wouldn’t be too bad to get out. She finished the cake and she looked at least 50 pounds heavier and it seemed focused on her belly , tits and ass. She didn’t have the time to inspect her size, needing to get working..she had a brilliant idea. She would keep working u til she got it right and just sneakily throw away the failed attempts. With a confident smile she began working on a batch of attempts.

Failure after failure came for one reason or another. Fran gave every baked Alaska her full  effort and attention, yet each had some small issue..cake a little over or under. The meringue burning or the Ice cream not setting properly. Each unfinished one went into a massive bin within the kitchen marked food waste..it had a big white bin bag she thought she could take out before revealing her masterpiece, one she was getting closer to with each attempt. Thirty seven baked Alaska’s later and the bin was full. Yet before her was a perfect baked Alaska awaiting Osmias eyes. Fran quickly (well... As fast as her newly fattened body would allow her too) walked over to the bin and tried to lift out the massive amount of failed attempts. It had all melted.yogether becoming one sickly sweet almost milkshake . Hearing commotion , Osmia started to approach Fran more nervous. She looked around before pushing the bin under a table  and quickly retuning to the cakes side..

Osmia entered and was immediately impressed at the form and structure of the baked Alaska. With one cut she smirked. “i can just feel it through the knife Fran..you’ve made it absolutely perfect. Congratulations. Now we just need to fix one more thing.” She told her before pressing a button. A robotic arm emerged from the ceiling and went straight for the bin. It grabbed the bin bag and lifted it revealing an odd shape..”wait...that’s a giant..piping bag?” Fran mumbled under her breath, that was until her mouth was suddenly filled with the end of the bag. Her eyes widened as she tried to move but Osmias firm hands came to her shoulders holding her in place. “ I told you dear. We do not waste here.” The sweet melted mix was slowly pushing into Frans mouth and it was overwhelming.  She tried to wriggle out but before she could, the arm started twisting the bag..it pushed the mix into her mouth with so much pressure it was forced down her neck into her belly.

It pushed her stomach out immediately, giving the flabby gut some tautness until it started turning to fat. Chubby weight packed into every part of her body rapidly. Yet Fran was no emptier as the piping bag pushed more down into her. Osmia let go of her, Fran tried again to move yet she found the bag only piped harder when she did. And with a massive gut filled to the brim with melted baked Alaska, it was hard to move at all. It was a struggle to stand even with a wall against her back. all she could really do was gulp down the mix faster to try get it over with sooner.  Yet her body wasn’t happy with that fact..her stomach growled as it worked away at the food pumped in. Frans ass fattened and finally fully ripped it’s way though her once baggy pants. Thankfully the baker jacket seemed to cover up her more...indecent areas even as she packed on dozens of pounds at a time. Arms thickened up getting heavier and rounder. Harder to move . Everything was. Soon she fell to the ground with a fatty slap , causing Fran to whimper. She was so huge...so helpless...so FAT.

Wider and wider the bird grew as the piping bag filled with her mistakes emptied into her. Her back getting so large that she was almost starting to round out, not aided by the cake filling her still. A groan escaped her beak as she became a ball of fat. Rolls seemed to smoothen out as the fat grew in every possible inch. She tried to move yet she could merely flap her meek hands and feet. Even as the last drops of cake filled her she didn’t stop fattening. So much within her still digesting away that she got rounder and rounder despite the piping bag running empty. Osmia removed it from Fran’s beak and admired the entirely round ball of helpless fat draped in a cooking jacket that had once been an employee. “Unfortunately dear using all these ingredients to get only one good cake does mean I will have to fire you. But...I do have the perfect job for you. How would you like to be the food bin?”

Fran tried to speak yet it was hard to get the words out. Despite her best efforts to say no only one meek little “yes..please” escaped her beak. Without a wasted second Osmia put her hands around Fran and lifted her up. Despite eating nearing a few thousand pounds minimum, Osmia couldn’t care less as she scooped up Fran. “Come! We must get you to the backrooms. We will make you nice and comfy for your shift.” She announced. The movements shook around Fran’s fat body , making her groan out loudly. It felt...really good. Feeling every part of her jiggle and wobble around. Her mind started to ease into the pleasantness of it all. She didn’t...mind as much anymore. The owl tried to perish the thoughts within her subconscious yet they crawled into her mind. Food sounded good. More cake...creams and confections...all for her..sure they wouldn’t be perfect but as long as she got more....got bigger...she didn’t care. As Osmia palaced her down, Fran felt a soft cushion beneath her massive rear, a seat prepared for a glutton like her.

Osmia smiled to the fat ball before her. “ your replacement baker is coming today and he seems... unconfident. Fingers crossed he makes as many mistakes as you, I loved watching my little glutton go from chubby to BALL before my eyes.  You’ll also get to eat all the things we don’t sell. So...see you at closing time dear.” The ant walked away with a laugh and a TV switched on In front of Fran. Cooking shows. It made her hungrier. Fran eagerly awaited the end of the day, hoping that maybe miss Osmia would personally stuff each cake and cookie down her lips. Then again...being hose fed felt so...right. with a content sigh she blissfully awaited the answer to her questions , happily sunken in her own fatty body.

gift for Halleywaydork on fur affinity, featuring her Owl character Fran