She just had to keep telling herself that it wasn't so bad, that she was lucky to have found *any* job. In fact, for her current position, she had to bite and claw over one hundred and thirty other overqualified applicants. In the final grueling rounds of the interview process, Jenny beat out an electrical engineer, a marketing executive, and a molecular biologist with a PhD. Luckily she had experience operating a cash register from a summer job at Chick'n Shack to seal the deal. She was the newest member of the Sinnabunn fun-ily!

In the afterglow of such an epic battle, Jenny tricked herself into thinking that she made some monumental achievement. But this delusion was shattered into a million tiny pieces by her first week working in the mall's food court. And then those pieces were milled into dust and ground into her eye by the next three months of thankless toil.

So Jenny consoled herself with the tools she had at hand: Sinnabunns, Pecan Stikkybunns, Sinna Dippin' Stikz, and Extra Grande Caramel Swirl Iced Mocha Lattes. Sure the pay sucked, but damn the food they served was tasty. Plus, medicating herself with caffeine and cream cheese frosting kept her happy enough to refrain from murdering the idiot customers.

It was also made her see why the company-issued uniform came with stretchy pants. Without fail, every calorie she ingested made a faithful pilgrimage to her ass and thighs. It was nice at first. She finally had curves in back to match the ones out in front. If she could have halted her development at badonkadonk levels, she would have, but sadly, the smell of baking cinnamon buns destroyed her willpower. Padding continued to arrive and her body kept troweling it on in thick layers until her butt became a shelf-like abstraction.

Even the stretch pants had trouble covering her prodigious posterior. Jenny looked over her shoulder and caught the khaki cowards in full retreat, leaving her high-riding panties exposed to view. She thought she had felt a breeze. As soon as she got this tray of rolls in the oven, she could make some key adjustments.

The gains she made in modesty by covering her undies were offset by the irritation of a major wedgie. The day was shaping up just great. Jenny set about fixing herself an Iced Mocha Latte, and didn't skimp on the whipped cream. She needed something to take the edge off.

The sequel to this image, with art by SpiralingStaircase and story by woot, is titled Sinnful Thoughts.