Easy A in Baking - Part 6

By the end of November, the weather had turned dastardly cold. Good thing Olivia had plenty of extra padding. She had gained 30lbs in the previous month, pushing her to a new high of 225lbs. Her curves had gone even curvier. Although it was a stretch to call Olivia fat because her extra weight was so well distributed, it didn’t stop her from feeling extremely heavy. Her bust had grown 3 cup sizes and was begging for Olivia to upgrade her bra drawer. Her belly bumped out in front of her but paled in comparison to her hips, giving her hourglass figure even more exaggeration. Her hips seemed to stretch out to the side twice as much as they used to. It was a battle to get any pair of pants past her hips, even her larger ones. Everything felt like it was form fitting on Olivia, even oversized items like sweaters, her proportions demanded it.

Passing Fran in weight and on the verge of having to augment her wardrobe once again, Olivia was struck with the fearful reality that she was getting quite large. She talked to Fran about it one night over dinner. “The fettuccine Alfredo is excellent Franny.”

“Here have some more garlic bread with it, and some more chicken.” She added to her friend's half full plate.

“Ok but not too much more, my baking class is still kicking my ass, I’ve gotten so fat.” Olivia complained.

“No way girl. You’ve only been getting hotter this year.” Fran boasted.

“OK the extra pounds might be going to all the right places, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m heavier than I want to be. At the start of the year I had finally achieved that perfect balance of curvy and thin, and this whole baking class had ruined everything.” Olivia grabbed the serving dish of alfredo sauce and proceeded to smother her plate with extra cheese.

“Alright, maybe you’ve gotten a bit bigger, but it really isn't that much. You could easily lose that over the summer once your class is over, honest.”

“You’re just being nice because I’m finally the big one in the house, and no one wants to make the big girl cry.” Olivia teased, knowing that's how she felt when Fran had expressed insecurities about her size in the past.

“Good golly, you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. Now finish up so I can clear off these serving dishes and get started on the clean up.” Olivia slurped up the last of what was on her plate before Fran emptied the rest of the serving dish onto the now empty dish, adding the last two pieces of garlic bread and the final crispy chicken cutlet on top. Fran cleared the dishes, leaving Olivia alone with her plate and the rest of the alfredo sauce. Olivia took a deep breath before plunging her fork into the noodles.

With each day getting colder than the last, Olivia was more than happy to bundle up under as many layers that fit in an attempt to mask her additional weight. She took what Fran has said to heart, and was of the mind set that she just had to get through this class, and then she could focus on losing the weight. Yeah maybe it would be tough to get back down to 150, her ideal weight range, but even if she was just an extra curvy 180 or 200 like Fran, that wouldn’t be so bad. With her guard down, the holiday season set upon the voluptuous college sophomore.

Professor Mondale and her class seemed to be on theme, educating the class on all sorts of holiday favorites, while loading Olivia up with plenty of gingerbread, eggnog flavor, and pumpkin puree. The holidays were one of her favorite times of the year, so she was actually enjoying class a little bit. The smells tickled her nostrils and reminded her of a simpler time. Professor Mondale didn’t like to see her taste tester that comfortable, so the very next class she had fruitcake as the main event. The holidays were the best, but the worst thing to come out of them was fruitcake. Olivia had only ever seen a fruitcake once in her life, and it quickly dropped to the bottom of her holiday treats list. There was just something wrong about the texture and composition, no matter who was making it. The students in her class were pretty competent bakers, but no matter what they tried they couldn’t make fruitcake any more enticing.

Yet Olivia still had to endure five of the dense circular bundt shaped cakes. They were so thick and heavy with fruit and nuts. Normally Olivia could at least enjoy the flavor or texture of what she was eating in this class, but this fruitcake ticked none of her boxes. She could feel each bite weigh down her stomach. Even though after all five cakes were finished, and she was overly full, she almost wished there was a second course, just to wash the taste and experience of all the fruitcake from her.

Back at her apartment her roommate didn't disappoint though. Fran had been making big dinners, but on days Olivia had class she scaled things back as her growing roomie didn't have much room by dinner still. But Fran needed to practice her Christmas dinner recipes, so had cooked a whole family sized meal for just the two of them, with a focus on just one of them.

Olivia could see Fran toiling in the kitchen and just had to ask what she was making. Upon hearing about the feast, she went to her room to nap off her last binge, so she could jump right into another. By the time dinner came Olivia still had a bit of a stomach pooch from all the fruitcakes, but had made considerable room, enough to load up a plate full of chicken and ham, butter soaked veggies, with green bean casserole and marshmallow topped yams.

This feast was just a precursor for what was to come. In a week Olivia would be headed home for winter break. Although she didn't currently dread her baking class entirely, she was still excited about a nice long extended break from it.

For the final week of the semester professor Mondale really hit the class hard. She wanted them to be able to go home and impress with their baking skills. This extra commitment to the craft meant only one thing for Olivia, additional eating duties. Monkey bread, cake pops, sticky buns, crowd pleasers for a variety of occasions. She equipped them all with some really great recipes, but all she equipped Olivia with was a swollen and sore belly.