Candy Crush - Part 1

Hey all. I've had a delightful influx of new patrons recently, and more than one taker in the Custom Creations tier. So this story is brought to you by the newest one, Vern. Vern's prompt was "Short, flat chested, Asian, girl with super beautiful long hair gets addicted to candy on accident and she’s starts to get fatter because of it." And so here it is! Let me know what you think in the comments.

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Fujiko trembled as she sat at her desk, her butt contacting the wooden seat as her skirt flared out. Her nerves came from the willpower that was slowly draining from the short Asian. She was hyperly aware that the last king size candy bar sat just in the drawer beside her. She had already polished off three today, even though the haul from the drug store last night was meant to last all week.

Fujiko had been hooked on candy recently. She had eaten a reasonable amount of it during her life, but recently she had not been able to get enough. At first she just thought it was a random craving, something that would go away quickly after a few indulgences and a short while. She soon realized just the opposite was happening. The more candy she had the more she wanted. 

Fujiko whipped her head back and forth, telling herself no, she would not give into her craving and have that last candy bar just yet. In the process her dark straight hair tossed back and forth across her face. Fujiko had always admired her hair, believing it to be one of her best assets, not that she had much else to work with. The thin Asian had no chest to speak of, and until recently lacked any figure at all. 

All that candy though was starting to show. The bountiful amounts of chewy and chocolaty candy had settled on the younger adults lower half, giving her skirt even more or a reason to flare out. Her legs looked thick for the first time in their life, and rather than growing up her hips were starting to grow out. Her booty, as one would officially call it now, had more heft than ever before.

Fujiko tapped her fingers on her desk, as she tried to concentrate on her computer screen. Her attention was elsewhere though. Unable to get her mind off the large Kit-Kat that was only inches away. It was then that her willpower fell away, and her nimble hand reached into the drawer to fish out it’s prize. She reasoned that if she ate it now, she could at least stop thinking about it and get back to the task at hand. If only life were that simple. Snap, crackle, pop, the four large sections of the Kit-Kat quickly disappeared, leaving just a trace taste of chocolate in the girl's mouth.

And of course her mind did not go back to work, at least not productive work. The only thing to think about was her next score. Should she go back to the drug store? Maybe the supermarket was a better value? Or even the bulk store! Holy hell, what kind of deals could she find online!! In an instant she was in a new browser tab at her favorite online everything retailer. Search words like Snickers and Sour Patch Kids caused additional tabs to open, and soon her cart was filling up. Of course they didn’t just sell individual bags of candy online, no they came in boxes. Fujiko reasoned that she would stretch this out over weeks or months, her craving had not died down yet, no reason to think it would anytime soon. At least this would save her from running to the store each day like she had been.

With free two day shipping, her order was placed, and a wave of guilt crashed over her. What had she done? That was so much candy! Did she really need that much candy? Fujiko was torn between her desires and her waning self respect. She couldn’t stop thinking about candy. Worst of all, that large load of candy wouldn’t be here for two days, and she knew every waking moment she’d be thinking about it. She needed a fix, and she needed it now.

She had started pacing around her room, as these thoughts rolled through her head. But the next thing she knew, she was grabbing her house keys and heading out the door. Fujiko whipped out her smartphone and searched for a candy store on the map and headed in the direction of the closest one. Taking her bike, her softer rear provided more cushion than ever before. 

In only minutes, she was parking her bike in front of the store and walked in as if in a trance. Soon she was completely surrounded by candy, almost felt paralized by all of the choices. Fujiko sighed a deep breath, calming herself just enough to let her rational brain start shoping. Grabbing a basket, she started to take a few choice items off the shelf. As she wandered the aisles her basket filled more and more, and Fujiko could feel her self control starting to wane. This was too much candy. She had too much in her basket didn’t she? There was too much candy in this store, wasn’t there? She needed to get out, now!

She rushed to the counter to pay, her hands grabbing and filling her basket along the way as if they had a mind of their own. The speedy cashier scanned everything into bags for her, and she was finally on her way. Four heavy bags weighed her down on her ride home, and it took every ounce of willpower to not dig into the bags until she arrived back at her flat. 

With her door closed she dropped the bags to the floor. What was happening to her? Why was she acting like this? Why was she having cravings like this? Those questions seemed like nothing to her though, as she dug into her first bag, grabbing whatever was on top and popping it into her mouth. There was just something about candy that soothed everything in the world for Fujiko.

One after another, she popped sour candies into her mouth until the package was empty, and then she was on to the next one. The day evaporated in a haze of candy. Every time she finished something it was too easy to just open another and continue her indulgence. Before she knew it, night had fallen, and a sugar crash was imminent. The last thing she remembered was updating her online order for priority next day shipping.

Fujiko was awoken by the sound of her door buzzer going off. Groggily she peeled herself off her bed, still wearing her clothes from the day before, even though they felt a big more snug today. “Hello?” Her throaty morning voice said into the building's speaker system by the door.

“Delivery for Fujiko?” A young man cautiously relied. Fujiko was a little surprised, normally deliveries were left in the mail room, it was large enough to hold a few packages per tenant. 

“I’ll be right down.” Fujiko said, clearing her throat. Wearing her attire from yesterday, she looked pretty frumpy, but was at least decent enough to accept a delivery, so she popped out the door and down to the mailroom to sort out this mess. When she got there though, what she saw shocked her. The delivery boy had three large boxes on a dolly, all marked with Fujiko’s name on them. Fujiko knew she had ordered a bunch of candy, but had it really been this much? She could feel her butt tingle just from the thought of all those calories.