Taste Tester

Jake laughed when he came across the job listing looking for a donut taste tester. He thought it couldn't be serious, asking for a man with a large stomach who could eat donuts all day. Jake had put on some pounds in his part-time desk job while he job hunted, feeling more than qualified. It was a steal at full-time with his same rate. He ended up applying, forgetting about it until he heard back about it for an in-person interview.

Jake walked into the small donut shop for his interview, ready to meet his employer. He found a giant round man sitting inside the incredibly decorated venue, the figure holding their stomach while their ass overwhelmed the dainty seat. Just one glance from the man and Jake was offered a job with a "He'll do".

Jake asked for the role details, guessing the job title was just embellished counter service, but was told the listing was completely accurate. After being given the company uniform, he was going to start the next day.

Jake came in 30 minutes before opening to the smell of fresh donuts, the trays behind the counter beginning to be filled to the brim with pastries. He walked to the back kitchen, surprised to see a to-go box filled with the treats while a thin chef worked on frying batches.

"What's this?" Jake asked

"Your Job" His coworker answered. "You gotta eat a donut from each batch to make sure they were cooked properly."

Jake cocked his head. He'd never heard of anything like that.

"The owner used to have that job" The cook said, responding to the look. "Wanted to make sure the quality remained the same throughout the day to keep his reputation. That'll be your job now"

Jake turned pale. The memory of the owner quickly took up a ton of space in his head, much like the owner himself. He remembered how large the owner had been when they chatted, the repercussions of his own decision now realized.

"Don't worry, we're almost done for the morning. Next batches start in 2 hours. These containers have to be gone before opening though."
Jake felt his stomach sink, almost as if readying itself for the day. He walked over to the container. In a moment the cook added another runt to the plastic, having finished off glazing another batch. Jake had already left his part-time job saying he wouldn't come in again, but the thought of trying to return was already on his mind as he grabbed the first ring.

Jake started off strong as he began chowing down his first one, chewing it fast trying to get his saliva going. He felt the fried dough melt in his mouth, coating it with its sugary glaze as he picked up another. He managed to make it through five when he felt himself start to slow down, the same glazed flavor not as appetizing as it was at first. He looked over at a second container that had popped up, beginning to be filled with powdered donuts and chocolate covered.

He picked a powdered one with his free hand to diversify, the different texture in his mouth returning his appetite. He methodically went at it, taking a bite from one and then the next.

He tried to focus on chewing the donuts and swallowing them, seeing if any weren't done despite the textures running together. He felt lucky when he was distracted by his shirt growing tighter. His stomach had started pushing out pressing against the fabric, beginning to roll it up as his belly filled up.

He was going too slow, watching as the containers started to refill again from each batch that went to the front.

"That was the last batch, store opens in five minutes" The chef said, connecting their eyes with Jake.

Jake didn't know how he was going to make it. He was full of sugar, knowing he still had the same amount he'd eaten to go. He was leaning over almost two dozen donuts still, including the ones in each hand.

"C'mon piggy, we gotta open fast" The cook said, picking up a donut and cramming it into Jake's mouth.

The words woke something inside Jake, his stomach feeling emptier almost instantly. He chewed diligently, swallowing before another was quickly shoved into his mouth without his choice. He felt his mind go numb as his instinct to eat took over, his own thoughts removed from the equation. His body was there to eat. With someone else in control, it would happen.

Each round of the day ended the same, Jake starting on his own before being force-fed the rest. He felt like a machine in there, just stuffing his face, resting between sessions with his hands on his stomach. By the end of the day he could barely walk, feeling his gut sway with each step. He knew it was only a matter of time before he ended up as large as the owner, but that was a problem for a different day. For what this paid, it was worth it.