Easy A in Baking - Part 11

These last two parts are going to be a bit beefier to close this thing out. Enjoy the longer scenes!

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The winter cold had lasted through March, but Olivia wasn’t as lucky when it came to April. The spring came quick, and a few showings of false summer cranked the cold in the opposite direction to overly hot. No longer was it feasible to hide behind what was once an overly baggy sweatshirt. Olivia had to start showing up to class in tee shirts, and on really warm days she just wore a tank top. The fact that her weight continued to climb, hitting a high of 425 at the end of the month, only meant that she ran hotter than most. Sweat and fat girl was an unflattering combination. With more of the student body bustling around with the weather turning warmer, it was starting to become blatantly apparent that Olivia was the largest girl in school. 400 lbs was a lot for anyone that age, almost no one in her class was even within 100 lbs of her weight. This made her stand out like a sore thumb even more. The wide girl would waddle through the quad, drawing eyeballs as she entered the culinary arts building, only to emerge hours later sporting a packed belly, waddling even slower back the way she came.

With every step her body jiggled, all the extra pounds stacking rolls on top of rolls across her body. Now often sporting a tank top and shorts, Olivia left little to the imagination since she couldn’t cover up. Some guys were impressed with her over engorged chest, a valley of cleavage formed as her boobs stretched in front of her, her tank top leaving it all out to show. But then they would get the rest of her 400 lb frame in view, and would watch as she ate a few candy bars she grabbed from a vending machine, and realize better.

Olivia was completely embarrassed with how fat she had gotten. Her friends and all distanced themselves from her, as she was nearly triple her weight from the start of the year. They had tried over the winter, but Olivia was always only interested in going out to eat, or going somewhere that had food, otherwise her stomach would be painfully empty. And as winter went on Olivia was much happier just staying in on the couch anyways, so was always turning offers from her friends down so they just stopped trying. Her only friend was Fran, who was more than happy to indulge her friend's appetite. Most of the time that was at home, but if the mood struck them they occasionally went out to eat. Olivia was grateful that Fran stuck by her side through all of this. Still, Olivia would give anything to have her 150 lbs body back.

Having to show up at class, pretending to not see all the sneers coming from her classmates, Olivia now spread her fat rump across two of the classroom chairs as one had just gotten much too uncomfortable with how much she spilled over it. Now with each of her buns supported, she was in a much more comfortable position to do her task. The eight groups had been divided further into ten as they entered the final stretch for the year. This meant more grading for Olivia, which at this point she took in stride. After about 50 classes in the books this year so far, taste testing was formulaic at this point. Professor Mondale always had a new receipt, and the class always did a bang up job of baking it. Bundt cakes, trifles, peanut brittle, Olivia was shocked they hadn’t run out of new things to bake yet. But she did her job as if on auto pilot. Her stomach would slowly fill as class went on, and she’d always leave with a very fully belly, but Olivia was more than used to that by now. The fat lazy sophomore came, sat, ate and left. She’d march back through campus, her wide hips swaying, and large ass bouncing, and her massive chest jiggling.

Most days when she got home, from baking class or not, there were usually one or two extra credit assignments for her to sink her teeth into. With it officially being May, there were just a few weeks of school left. Olivia could finally see the finish line clearly in front of her. Professor Mondale treated the month of May like every class was part of their final. She rehashed many of her old recipes, paring down her instructions to give the students a challenge, a challenge they rose to. These were some of the most filling lessons Olivia had been in thus far. It was like playing the greatest hits from the past year, except there were so many it was a double album. Able to count the number of classes left on one hand brought great joy to Olivia, she knew this fattening torture was almost over. She didn’t quite grasp how hard it was going to be trying to lose roughly 300 lbs of fat, but it was the only thing she had in her mind.

The day of her baking final came on her second to last day of class. Her normal hour and a half class was scheduled for three hours for the final. Olivia tried to brace herself for what was to come. Her fellow students had been tasked with creating their own recipes to cook and be judged during their final. With 20 students in her class, that was going to be a lot of different bakes to try, and knowing her fellow classmates, they were not going to hold back. They also had to describe their dessert, so Olivia knew how to judge them.

Class started like normal, at least for Olivia, who just got to sit there and wait. A few of the students were making quick dishes so those were the ones that came out first. A banana pudding trifle was the first thing she got. It was a large serving of bananas, crumbly cookies, and freshly made whipped cream. It was pretty good, but also a filling way to start. Olivia still had 19 items to go. For the next round she had chocolate chunk brownies. They were also very heavy, but also very good. The whole tray was gone by the time the next item was ready. Next up was a tiramisu flavored icebox cake. It was very creamy and flavorful, full marks once again.

After the first few sweets came to her they started to really pile up, as people’s baking times were finishing one after another. Peach pie, double chocolate bundt cake with glaze, a traditional birthday cake. Each one cleared completely, just like everything else this year. Olivia had truly turned eating into a work of art. She no longer bemoaned or groaned or complained at the quantities, now she took each bite in stride and even enjoyed the first few treats before she started getting fuller.

Lemon pudding cake, strawberry shortcake, chocolate and peanut butter cupcakes. Olivia just licked her lips and ate each item as quickly as she could so she could move on to the next. Carrot cake with cream cheese icing, brown-butter chocolate chip cookies, triple cheese cheesecake, each recipe had something special about it, something to elevate it, nothing was boring. Anything that was just everyday would not pass with professor Mondale, the rest of the students' grade rested with her. So far for Olivia though everything was amazingly tasty. Apple cake, chocolate mousse, lemon meringue pie. Olivia’s stomach started to get full of so many sweets. So many different flavors danced across her tongue, she started to have a hard time differentiating them. She just kept shoveling it into her mouth, bite after bite. Chocolate peanut butter pie, blueberry buckle. She was getting close to the end, all the desserts were in front of her now, she could actually see the finish line right in front of her. Only three dishes separated her from completion.

Her classmates had started to leave as they were no longer needed once their dishes were done, but professor Mondale stayed behind, watching Olivia finish. Chocolate hazelnut pound cake. The dense cake entered her belly. So many of the items today had been pretty fluffy and airy, even if they were quite large. This felt more like her first few, very heavy in her stomach. But unlike earlier when her stomach was practically empty, Olivia was now quite filled and full. Her fat belly jutted out into her table, keeping all of her dishes a solid foot away. She had to extend her pudgy arms all the way out just to grab the next course, plopping its container on the top of her belly for easy access.

Strawberry rhubarb crisp. Olivia hadn’t had much rhubarb in her time, although she had heard of it paired with strawberry for a long time, and it didn’t disappoint. Olivia’s belly was so round at this point, her boobs pushed into her face blocking most of what she could see. Thankfully her wide rear was planted so firmly across her two chairs she wasn’t in fear of going anywhere. Two dozen cream filled chocolate cupcakes with chocolate icing. Olivia was so full, fuller than she had ever been. Her legs were spread wide, her ass practically fused to the chair, her chubby arms hanging uselessly at her sides. Only one tray of cupcakes stood between her and freedom from this class. Her only problem… she couldn’t reach them. Her middle no longer bent, partially due to her rolls of fat, but mostly due to her enormously packed stomach. She needed to finish those cupcakes though so she could finish the class. Thankfully professor Mondale was there to lend a hand.

“Almost done I see.” Mondale mused, as she took hold of the cupcakes, placing them on the poor girl dome of a belly and within reach. “I hope you know why I did this.” She continued, as Olivia was just eager and focused on the cupcakes. “There’s always a girl like you, eager for an easy A. It’s not enough to take a baking class while others are out there with Advanced Accounting or Microbiology Lab, no you really wanted that easy A. And you’ve earned it, but it wasn’t so easy was it?” Olivia just gobbled down cupcake after cupcake, pushing past the full feeling that was telling her to stop a while ago. “I hope you learned the most valuable lesson in the class, there is no such thing as the easy way.” Olivia’s mouth was covered in frosting, her hands littered with bits of cream and chocolate cake crumbs, but the tray that professor Mondale was removing from her abdomen was completely empty. “But a deal is a deal.” She said, going back to her desk and grabbing her things. “So an A you shall have, along with the rest of your class, they all did such a good job don’t you think. Just looking at you is all the proof I need.” She said with a smile. She headed for the door, as Olivia just tried to keep herself still and breathing. “You know, we have a cooking class too.” She paused at the door and turned back to the bloated Olivia. “Something to think about for the fall. I could put in a good word and get you the taste tester spot in that class too if you wanted.” Olivia was too full to respond, not that Mondale was expecting her to, it was just one last poke at a girl who had greedily thought she could get away with a quick and easy A.

It was about an hour until Olivia was able to get up and head home. She waddled out of the classroom for, thankfully, the last time. At 450 lbs, Olivia had gained exactly 300 lbs since the first day she stepped in this room. Now she could finally focus on trying to lose as much as she could, if she was able.