A New Baker - Part 2

“That’ll be $14.50,” James told Mrs. Fielder, who took out her credit card to pay. James had already keyed her tab into the credit card machine while he was ringing up her order. He’d gotten to know the regulars well since he started working the front, and he found they rarely deviated from the script.

It had taken months of toiling away in the hot, stuffy back room before Donnie felt comfortable enough to have James man the front of the store, but now that he’d gotten there he loved it. To start, it was just easier. Putting bread loaves into old lady’s bags was a cinch compared to pounding out dough or reaching into a hot oven. That and Donnie never seemed to mind him having a few snacks whenever there weren’t any customers to serve.

As Mrs. Fielder left James reached below the counter to grab a brownie and gulp it down in a single bite. He’d gotten in the habit of ensuring his snacking was as quick and efficient as possible, lest he be caught with his mouthful when someone entered the store. More than once he had to greet a loyal customer while trying to swallow, and one time he nearly choked.

The plentiful snacks had not only taught James to be a quick eater, but they’d played havoc on his waistline. He’d gone through two uniforms already, and he could tell by the tightness around his chest that he was already verging on a third. Donnie never seemed to mind when he came forward to sheepishly ask for a new t-shirt though, so James didn’t think there’d be a problem with asking for an XXL later on. Maybe even tonight, he thought, as he plopped another brownie in his mouth.

James checked the time and realized it was already close to closing. He was just about to turn to see if Donnie needed help cleaning up in the back when he came bursting through the door with a tray filled with what appeared to be some sort of pastry. “Hey, let’s close up a little early. I got a new recipe I want you to try,” he said and laid the still steaming tray on the table.

“I’m game. What is it?” James asked as he turned the sign on the door to read “closed”.

“It’s an apple-stuffed donut. Try it out,” Donnie said while extending a donut in his burly arm.

James took it, and in a few bites his face lit up. “It’s amazing! How’d you do it?”

Donnie’s expression turned smug. “Used the same filling as the apple crullers and added some cinnamon sugar. Thought you’d like it.  Have another,” he said and this time extended the tray.

“Sure!”

While James eagerly ate his second donut, Donnie seemed to lose a bit of his swagger as his face grew solemn. “I just wanted to say that I’m really glad I hired you. You’ve been a great help around here. I really appreciate it.”

James wiped away a smear of applesauce and made an ‘aw-shucks’ face. “Well, thanks for hiring me. I’ve really enjoyed my past few months here”, he said, trying not to look too hard at Donnie’s massive pecs or bulging biceps.

“Yeah, you’re a quick learner. You’re - ah - development has come along real nice,” Donnie replied, but James caught the brief stammer and examined his face. Was he… blushing?

“Um, thanks,” James returned noncommittally, but this time with a smile of his own. Donnie was blushing. The hulking baker was into him!

Perhaps realizing he’d been made, Donnie offered the tray yet again. “Uh-yeah, have another.”

This time James took the donut, but rather than gulp it down in a few bites he locked eyes with Donnie and daintily took a bite while emitting a small, satisfied groan. Donnie heard it though, and his face turned an exceptional shade of crimson.  

As James was finishing his third donut by seductively licking his fingers, Donnie looked as though he may spontaneously combust. “H-here, ha-have another,” he managed, barely, the tray trembling enough for the donuts to skitter across.

James finally took pity on Donnie for turning the tables so drastically. Rather than take the donut from the tray, James grabbed Donnie’s free hand and made him grasp the donut. Then, he guided Donnie’s donut-laden hand to his mouth. James took another small bite, made another small moan, and waggled his eyebrows.

Donnie took the hint, and once James had theatrically swallowed he brought the donut back to James’ lips for another bite. This went on until the whole donut was gone, and then Donnie would pick up another and feed James the same way. Soon, the entire tray was empty and James was merrily rubbing his full belly while licking sugar from his fingers.

“Mmf, that was good,” James said, before slapping his gut with a thwack. “Really hit the spot.”

“Well,” said Donnie, watching James’ middle ripple at the impact, “you could always have the day’s no-sales before we mark them down.”

“Really?” James feigned incredulity. “But I just had a half dozen donuts. I wouldn’t want to get fat,” he said, but it sounded more like teasing. If there was any question, he inhaled and pooched out his gut to mock his own size.

However, the move backfired. As soon as he stuck his gut out they both heard an unmistakable tearing as James’ uniform finally failed him, a gash having ripped directly behind him. Both their eyes went wide before they burst out laughing.

“I couldn’t have timed that better,” James managed between guffaws. “I guess I’ll need another uniform.”

“Guess so,” Donnie said, and then stepped forward. “Here, let’s get that thing off you.”

James practically leaped into Donnie as his strong arms grabbed his tight shirt and lifted it over his torso and off his head, revealing a much larger James than had walked in the store some months ago. Not only had every part of James widened considerably, he’d also softened, his torso and belly a slightly jiggling mass with budding boy-tits and love handles emphasizing his newly grown curves. Any hard edges he had were long since buried under months of indulgence, while the rounding and softening of his features made him appear even younger than when he walked in the bakery’s doors months ago.

“Holy fuck,” Donnie whispered, left breathless upon finally seeing his handiwork shirtless.

“You seem to have me at a disadvantage,” James said coyly, then pointed at the leftovers of the day’s baking. “How about this: for everything I eat, you take off an article of clothing. Deal?”

Donnie’s eyes shot wide, but he nodded an enthusiastic assent. Then he bounded behind the counter, far faster than a man his size should be able to,  and piled the empty donut tray with as many baked goods as it could carry. When he returned James was slowing tracing a thick nip with his finger while biting his lower lip. Donnie was instantly hard.

James noticed and pressed his advantage. He plucked a cruller from the tray and ate it in two quick bites. Once his mouth was no longer full he pointed at the muscular baker and commanded, “Shirt off.” He did so, and as the taught fabric was removed it revealed a physique that James could only dream of.

Donnie was big, there was no denying it. Broad shoulders swept down to a broad chest that lay atop a barrel torso that peaked in a wide belly. While he certainly looked like he’d had his fair share of baked goods, there was no denying the raw power that hid just beneath the layer of fat that coated him. If anything the slight ripples of flesh as Donnie threw his t-shirt aside were deceptive, making him appear as though he were slovenly when in reality it was simply his bulky musculature that wobbled with his movements. It wasn’t quite the opposite of James, but it was close.

It was also incredibly hot. James eagerly scarfed down a brownie, and several cookies, resulting in Donnie taking off first his shoes, then his jeans, revealing a pair of legs thick enough to be telephone poles, and just as sturdy. The outline of a truly impressive manhood was clearly visible behind the sheer fabric of his boxers, but this only encouraged James to eat him into nudity.

With one more cupcake down his gullet, James felt like he might burst. But he’d done it, and true to his word Donnie dropped his boxers and stepped out of them in all his hulking glory. Logically James knew that the tiny article he’d just removed hardly covered much, and yet he seemed somehow larger in the buff than he had in just his boxers. Maybe it had something to do with the nearly beercan thick cock that jutted proudly from a thick forest of hair at his groin. Despite having stuffed himself almost silly, James’ mouth watered at the sight.

“You like?” Donnie asked, a note of uncharacteristic vulnerability there.

“I like,” James replied, and then came forward to finally touch the man by tracing chubby fingers down his muscle-gut until he grasped the man’s dick firmly. It was thick and heavy and oh so hard, and he wanted it in his mouth right then and there. James was just about to drop to his knees when Donnie put his meaty hands beneath his armpits to stop him.

“Turnabout is fair play,” Donnie said, and then turned around to once again refill the tray with sweets, his impressive cock bouncing wildly and slapping his belly with each lumbering step. Once he returned he presented his ultimatum. “Now, for every pastry I feed you, I get to take off one of your clothes.”

“Oof, I’m already kinda full,” James complained, but then Donnie stepped forward and began to rub his full belly. At a single touch James felt a thrill run through him, and as the big band rubbed up and down his soft middle he began to feel more and more relaxed. Then a cruller was placed at his mouth and almost without thought he opened and started chewing.

While James chewed and swallowed Donnie fought with his pants, desperately trying to push back his belly enough to get his button undone. It took some doing, but he eventually managed the feat, and as soon as he did James’ gut seemed to explode forward, pushing down his fly almost instantly. Donnie stared for a moment but was then prompted to continue once he saw James had finished the cruller.

Helping James out of his jeans proved difficult. They were awfully tight, and at times it was more like peeling off surgical gloves than a pair of pants. Eventually, the two managed to get them around his ankles, revealing a straining pair of briefs with the clear outline of James’ erection beneath.

Donnie’s patience began to wear thin. He grabbed another pastry and practically stuffed it into James’ eager mouth. As he did he brought his meaty paw down to rub at James’ cock through the fabric. Already he could feel dampness as pre-soaked the cotton briefs. With each bite, Donnie tugged James’ briefs lower and lower, until they were around his ankles by the time he’d finished.

“Aww, I’m naked but there’s still pastries left,” James remarked.

“That’s fine,” said Donnie as he grabbed another pastry. “We could just keep going anyway.”

“I’m OK with that,” James replied, moaning slightly as Donnie placed the delicacy to his lips while tugging a pearl of pre from his dick.

Donnie managed to keep him on edge while he stuffed the entire tray of baked goods down James’ gullet. Just as the last pastry passed his lips, Donnie tugged once and James came all over the bakery floor, his powerful blasts arcing several feet.

Then James collapsed but Donnie caught him before he could crumple to the floor. Instead, he let him down gently so he was resting on his well-padded rump. Then, while still dazed from his orgasm, Donnie placed his still very hard cock in his mouth and James accepted it automatically. Thankfully, he had enough presence of mind not to bite down as he had been doing for the past 20 minutes, and Donnie thrust his powerful hips while gripping James’ head.

It didn’t take long. After barely a few thrusts Donnie was filling James’ mouth yet again, but this time with salty protein rather than sugary sweets. It too was an impressive load and James had to swallow quickly, but he had gotten used to that after his feeding. In time Donnie extracted himself and the pair looked at each other and chuckled. They had quite the mess to clean up before they could both go home for the day.