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THE DOUGHNUT ARE A LIEEE
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You work at the local doughnut store, called Derik’s Delights. It pays well, the manager, Tiffany Derik, is an absolute sweetheart, and all the workers get along well with stable relationships towards each other. Derik’s Delights is normally the fan favourite of your town of Fraydayle, where everyone can grab a coffee and doughnut.
Lately, you’ve noticed your own co-workers have been… getting fatter. And it seems like they haven’t even noticed how tight their own uniforms are. All this has happened in a matter of 2 months.
The fleshy rubbing, the tight straining of the fabrics, the blush on their faces, and huffing lightly. And yet, here you are, still the same size when you started working at Derik’s Delights 3 years ago. Maybe they’re snacking on the soon-to-be-thrown-out doughnuts after their shifts? But surely a doughnut or two, can’t turn them into chubby fellas?
So, after your shift, you tried a regular glazed doughnut. You don’t mind them, in fact you enjoy doughnuts. But as soon as you bit into it, the bland, greasy, artificial tasting, thing, repulsed you. This isn’t how you remember them at all? But your brain was drawn to it, begging for another bite. Scoff down the whole thing . But you fought the urge, finding the experience freaky as fuck. You walked to the large industrial bin out the back of Derik’s Delights, where all the old/stale doughnuts specifically get thrown into, to dispose of your shitty doughnut. But coming from the closed dumpster, you heard what sounded like.. a pig? No, a raccoon. Or some sort of animal, as it groaned, moaned, and burping and farting loudly. Just another task for you to deal with. Fucking great. As you lifted the heavy dumpster lid, you were instantly shocked.
The fleshy rubbing, the tight straining of the fabrics, the blush on their faces, and huffing lightly. And yet, here you are, still the same size when you started working at Derik’s Delights 3 years ago. Maybe they’re snacking on the soon-to-be-thrown-out doughnuts after their shifts? But surely a doughnut or two, can’t turn them into chubby fellas?
So, after your shift, you tried a regular glazed doughnut. You don’t mind them, in fact you enjoy doughnuts. But as soon as you bit into it, the bland, greasy, artificial tasting, thing, repulsed you. This isn’t how you remember them at all? But your brain was drawn to it, begging for another bite. Scoff down the whole thing . But you fought the urge, finding the experience freaky as fuck. You walked to the large industrial bin out the back of Derik’s Delights, where all the old/stale doughnuts specifically get thrown into, to dispose of your shitty doughnut. But coming from the closed dumpster, you heard what sounded like.. a pig? No, a raccoon. Or some sort of animal, as it groaned, moaned, and burping and farting loudly. Just another task for you to deal with. Fucking great. As you lifted the heavy dumpster lid, you were instantly shocked.
What the…You mutter under your own breath, unable to process the sight of a woman, scoffing down three doughnuts at a time inside the doughnut dumpster Julie:
Mmff~With a sickening gurgle, her belly grew fatter, ripping her shirt open.