I wrote this in under two hours because I was bored and horny, please inform me if you find and spelling or grammatical mistakes!

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[Tags: Obesity Epidemic, USSBBW/USSBHM, Mild Mind Alteration, and... Nonbinary fats!!!]

Local bakeries are a dime a dozen these days, aren’t they? When the bigwigs expand into a local area it’s rather common for them to snuff out the competition, the mom and pop shops not being able to compete with their mass produced goods and brand recognition. Give it a couple of years, hell maybe even a couple of decades at most, but sure enough those stores will either be bought out by the people on top of the food chain, or will have to close their doors once and for all.

This applies universally… besides for one place, when it’s quite the opposite in fact. Let’s start from the very beginning, shall we?

This black nonbinary person who goes by the name ‘Clemi’ just appeared one day, no one having heard of nor seen them until that fateful day; The day that their bakery / coffee shop opened up, it was simply being called “CLEMIs”, a creative name that took a lot of time to think of, I know. The first customers walked in not expecting much, but well… they were in for a surprise to say the least.

Behind the counter was them in all their glory, being the sole worker in this establishment. To say that Clemi was repugnant for the beauty standards at the time would be an understatement. It looked like they had just waddled out of bed with their unkempt black hair, their freckled face being comprised of two, nearly three chins. Their double belly was so massive that it made any shirt become a really snug crop-top no matter the size, the melons resting atop of their stomach was bigger than their own head, just like their couch crushing arse that was only kept decent by some skin tight panties. Hell they didn’t wear socks or shoes.

What an utter pigs den...

Well that’d be an easy assumption to make, but that’d be a blissfully wrong one. Their place was somehow really clean despite their size, everything being scrubbed and spotless as a pleasant aroma filled the air, tons of freshly baked goods being on display. The place was oddly inviting despite the spacious size at the time, atmospheric jazz tunes lightly bouncing off the white & brown walls.

Waltzing on up to the display counter the first batch of customers made their orders, their light meals being delivered to oversized tables with equally oversized seats. A doughnut here, a bagel there, a small coffee cup nearly everywhere. It only took the first bit of their food or drink to enter their maw for the customer’s eyes to glow up in awe, these treats were... simply divine, especially for their cheap price. “Only eight dollars for a dozen doughnuts? Count me in! I-i should get more for the way home!!!” Was the thought process for the first timers, exiting the place with more of that schlock right between their arms.

Yes, I do say schlock for a reason. The goods may not cost a lot of money, but it’ll cost people in other areas... mainly their mind and waistline.

This addicting garbage would slowly invade an individual's thoughts, the yearning for more of this crap being around for every waking moment that they weren’t inside of CLEMIs walls. That’s how they get you, after all good marketing is the key to success, be it through word of mouth or other means. A want for two dozen doughnuts for later would quickly become a need for many wedding-sized cakes, that being the appetizer for the main course, of course.

With all this rampant gluttony people’s waistlines grew as did the business. Men wearing medium sized clothes in the incoming months would have to replace their wardrobes with XXXL sized products. Females would have to do the same, XXXXLs were now the way to go for the locals on the skinnier side... and like helpless sheep they couldn’t get enough of it.

Day in and day out moans, groans, and ice-cones would fill the air at CLEMIs. Stomach’s were looming closer and closer to covering the feet of the average consumer, the masses’ asses leaving the once spacious, now incredibly snug n’ sunken seats creaking, even after Clemi had replaced and upsized the poor things for the fourth time this month... People’s chests would burst out of their clothing as they ate, covering their vision as they went along like nothing had happened, it’s not like anyone would notice when they have their seventeenth breakfast muffin right between their sausage fingers. Reinforced motorized scooters were now a necessity for about thirty percent of CLEMIs clientbase, and Clemi was hopefully aiming to raise that percent by forty in the next couple of months. Clemi could easily do that if they had the time to install those “automatic feeding tubes” the customers yearned for, just charge about twenty-five dollars per half hour and presto! That’s a lot of money made and a lot of folds gained!!!

World-renowned businesses like “Sunkin’ Donuts” or “Bizzaredeluxe” couldn’t locally compete with CLEMIs in the slightest, they were ones closing down in mass due to the fleeting customer base. Everyone now grouped up in the cramp walls of CLEMIs, their flab pressing against one another as they panted, wheezing due to over exerting their pooooor bodies, good thing Clemi made sure to let them regain any and all of that lost energy with a couple free boxes of doughnuts on the side of any order, as a little thank you for the regulars being such loyal customers~

Yet all this leads to an important question: Why doesn’t Clemi expand their business? They’re still the only worker there after so long.

Well, the answer’s simple enough if you ask them: If they had expanded the business it would “lose the magic” of their place. They want the experience to feel as authentic as possible, especially because of the quote that Clemi lives by...

“Never trust a skinny baker!.. Well it’s ‘skinny chef’ but I ain’t one! Ahuhuhuhuuu~”