Bake Off

“Oh my god, that’s Ron Sharpe!” I whispered excitedly to the other girls. We waited backstage while the crowd warmed up. “He’s finally here!” Violet and Jenny chittered excitedly beside me. I didn’t how young he was. For whatever reason, I expected the organizer of this competition to be a stern old man, but Ron looked quite the opposite. He was young and handsome with an amiable air as he spoke a strange looking man dressed in black.

“Who’s that? Another guest judge?” Violet asked. I could tell she was nervous. Of the three of us, she had been the one most prone to nervous breakdowns in the weeks leading up to the final. Not that Jenny or I didn’t have our moments, but Violet would run and hide if someone dropped a baking pan.

I tried to get a better look at the tall man, but we were forbidden from going out to the show floor before the competition began. One of the production assistants stared at the back of my head, waiting for a reason to bar my way to the the stage. I managed to see Ron writing something down in a book and handing it back to the strange figure. “Maybe it’s just a fan. Seems like he’s getting an autograph.”

“Oh god, he’s coming over here!” Jenny squeaked.

We all tried to make ourselves look presentable as he approached. He smiled broadly as he greeted us, “Hello ladies, I’m Ron Sharpe. It is a pleasure.” In turn he shook our hands, “Violet, the quiche you did two episodes ago looked divine. And Jenny, your soufflé made my mouth water. Which leaves Madeline.”

“Please, call me Maddy, everyone does,” I said, blushing.

His eyes sparkled, and he oozed charm, “Well then, Maddy, I have been very impressed by you as well. Particularly those rose macarons. I found myself copying down the recipe at home.” He clapped his hands together. “Are you all nerves? The final after all these weeks of preparation and hard work. Big moment tonight.”

We could only smile sheepishly. Originally, ten girls came to the studio, and in the weeks that followed seven of them were eliminated. We never knew exactly how the judging involved Mr. Sharpe. The production staff whispered in name in hushed conversations, one of the many odd circumstances of the entire competition. Supposedly meant to ensure the secrecy of the results.

“Excellent,” he said. A younger man came up behind him and handed Ron a stack of folders. “A little bit of legal work to get through tonight. As you can see, these are your original contracts which you all signed stating you would each compete in a baking contest to win a position as lead chef in my new private restaurant. Now that we’ve reached the final round, and one of you lucky girls will be the winner, this new waiver must be signed. Basically, you are giving written consent to conform to certain beauty standards which are expected of everyone employed at La Sirene. It’s also an agreement to undergo an intense training program to condition you in habits that best reflect the policies of La Sirene. It is entirely up to you whether or not you wish to sign, you can easily leave now and take the consolation prize of $50,000, but you must sign in order to participate in the final.”

With a click, the assistant offered a pen. I happily took it. $50,000 was tempting, but La Sirene represented everything I ever wanted. The job paid in six digits and provided a villa in the French countryside while getting to work as a lead chef in one of the most exclusive restaurants in the world. Besides, even if I lost, I would still get the $25,000 for being a finalist. The other two girls signed up immediately as well between broad grins at Mr. Sharpe.

The assistant gathered up the contracts again, and Ron wished us luck before being whisked away.

I never dreamed I would make it this far. Jenny seemed very confident through the whole process, but I knew luck provided my only edge. Violet made a consistent showing, but she might snap at any moment. The competition started off incredibly hectic. Ten bakers sharing a relatively small place, running around and tripping over one another in hopes of finishing in time. As people were eliminated, the whole event became less chaotic, but increasingly difficult. The judges asked for higher and higher levels of perfection and were very unkind as they tore apart our hard made delicacies. This, of course, made getting a pat on the back all that more rewarding. Simply being told good job was enough to make you weep with joy.

Throughout the whole thing, the cameras kept rolling. The director said that Mr. Sharpe was considering selling the idea of a competition to some television studios, and that filming this sort of trial run would give him a good demonstration tape. This meant we all had to perform in front of cameramen, stage managers, sound guys, and who knows what else. Eventually all of them faded into the backdrop, but for the first two weeks I was incredibly conscious of all those eyes on me.

The final was different though. We arrived at our usual time, but found the small studio empty except for our normal handler Jason. He told us that we wouldn’t have a director or anything tonight, only one judge and ourselves. The camera would be on, but only to capture the broad picture without a narrative. I think Jason wanted to be a director. He often talked wistfully about things like narrative and frame.

Jason came around the corner of the stage smiling at us, “Alright girls, tonight's the big night. They’re ready for you. Go out there and have fun.”

A huge wave of butterflies stirred in my stomach as we started walking. We rounded the corner, stepping into the bright stage lights, and went to our stations. Ron stood at the front of the stage facing out into an empty audience. The red lights of the cameras clicked on one at a time. “Welcome to the final of the Great Bimbo Bakeoff!” he said in a sweeping grand tone. “Our contestants have signed the agreements, and we’re about to begin. Our quest to find the perfect combination of bimbo and baker to work at the amazing La Sirene ends tonight, but not before a few more surprises of course. The ovens are hot and the girls are too, so let’s get started!” He whirled around to face us. Canned applause played over loud speakers.

“Bimbo Bakeoff? What does that mean?” Violet whispered.

Ron continued, “Tonight’s competition will be a little bit different. You will each have three tasks, simple and straightforward. Coming first in a task means you get three points, second you get two points, and if you’re last, you get only one point. At the end of the competition, whoever has the most points will be our winner and leave with me to start a fabulous new life as the head bimbo chef of La Sirene!”

Again the fake applause roared throughout the studio. I looked to the other girls and saw their concern and panic. No one told us to expect a change in the rules or whatever this bimbo thing he was talking about, but that’s how kitchens go. The unexpected should never be unexpected.

“Remember though, we’re not just looking for the best baker. We’re looking for that perfect combination of bimbo and baker. To help our contestants achieve that perfection, we’re going to be giving out little bonuses at the end of each round. More on that as we get underway here at the Great Bimbo Bakeoff. Ladies, if you can come to the recipe table, your first task awaits!”

Nervously, we moved over to the center table where we always went for the day’s recipe. Ron waited for us with his charming smile. He leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry, you’re all going to do fine.” Then, much louder and theatrical, “Today’s first bake is simple and straightforward. You’re going to make a loaf of bread.” Ron handed each of us a slip of paper which had a rudimentary recipe for bread baking on it. “Get baking girls! The clock starts...now!”

The large clock on the wall started to turn, and we hurried back to our stations. “Bread,” I thought. “Simple is right. There’s nothing unique about this at all. Knead dough, let rise, put in oven, serve with butter. This is ridiculously easy. Insulting, even.” Shrugging, I set about my task as did Jenny and Violet.

While we worked, Ron meandered around the studio, looking at our dough and making sounds of approval or disapproval then giving the cameras a thumbs up. I wasn’t sure if they were recording or not, but the blankness of the audience was eerie. As I put my bread in the oven, I looked around for any sign of others in the building, but the room remained empty and silent. I startiedto grow alarmed. We all knew about Sharpe’s eccentricities, but I didn’t know how he could arrange for all this without others to be around to help.

The clock slowly ticked down. Three loaves of bread popped out of the ovens, all three almost identical. I tried to give mine a little extra spice to maybe have an edge in the judging, but I didn’t know what else I could do with a normal loaf of bread. The clock buzzed, and we brought our loaves up to the judging table where Ron stood. “Well done bakers. All three loaves look and smell absolutely delicious, but it’s the taste and bake that matter here. First up is Violet.” Normally, the judge would gently cut a piece of whatever we had prepared and go through an array of factors, but Ron simply tore off a hunk of the bread and shoved it in his mouth. “Warm, slightly chewy. Overall a good effort.”

He pushed Violet’s loaf out of the way roughly and grabbed a hunk of mine. “Maddy. I see you’ve added a little extra spice to yours. Let’s see how that pans out for you.” He shoved it in his mouth and chewed. He swallowed and stared at the camera, “I don’t like it.” A canned “ooh” echoed through the studio. “But! I like that she shows initiative.” More canned applause. The low simmer of panic boiled to an outright fear.

“Finally, we have Jenny,” Ron said, moving to the last loaf. “Now Jenny, you’ve struggled with bread throughout the competition, isn’t that right?”

We all knew that Jenny’s bread work outdid everyone else in the competition. She fumbled the words, “I suppose.”

Ron took a chunk from her loaf and shoved it in his mouth. Again, he chewed slowly and stared into the camera, his face contorting with thought. “Jenny….that’s the best bit of bread I’ve ever tasted.”

The speakers erupted in applause once again. Jenny even did a small hop of excitement. In this bizarre scenario, she hoped for approval, but then again so did I.

***

Jenny stood at her station for a moment, unsure of what to do. Ron gestured for her to come to him with that charming smile and suave manner. Jenny nervously walked up to the front of the stage. Ron held a small fishbowl and inside of it were dozens of slips of paper. “Ok, Jenny, just reach right in there and pull out one of those cards, and we’ll see how round two is going to shape up! That’s right, go on and read that out loud. Speak up now.”

Jenny cleared her throat and said, “Bimbo brains.”

As soon as she said it, all of my anxiety disappeared. The roar of the crowd swelled again, but it didn’t seem to come from the speakers any more. No, people were watching, and they were cheering. Cheering for me! I needed to do better in the next round.

Jenny returned to her station as Ron prepared the next recipe. “Girls, nothing says bimbo more than our next dish. For your second bake, please come up to the recipe stand.”

Each of us happily bounced to the center of the stage. The other two girls beamed huge, dumb smiles. Even Violet looked relaxed. They were both so pretty. I wanted to kiss them, but we had serious business to attend to. I picked up my recipe card. “Cupcakes with sprinkles.” Oh gosh, that was going to be hard!

The big clock on the wall started to tick as we rushed back to our stations and started mixing up the batter. I grew frustrated because I kept forgetting things, like eggs, but looking around I saw that the other girls making some small mistakes too. Jenny, my big competition, didn’t know she forgot to turn on her oven, and I wasn’t going to tell her. She figured it out eventually. I knew exactly what to do this time. Cupcakes were the perfect shape. I mixed up some bright pink icing and started smearing it on the tops of my steaming cakes. Violet kept pace with me though. She chose a more sprinkles oriented approach. Silly Jenny still had hers in the oven, and I wondered if she was going to burn them.

I put the finishing touches on my cupcakes right as the buzzer sounded. “That’s the end of round two. Ladies, bring on up your baking, and we’ll take a look at it.”

I placed my cupcakes on the judging table and stepped back with pride. Violet’s may have looked better with all the different colored sprinkles, but mine had a particular edge. Ron stopped at Jenny’s first.

“Oh my. Oh my, oh my. Jenny,” he said empathetically. “You were doing so well. Leading out of round one and going in to round two with all that momentum. What happened?”

Jenny shrugged and giggled, “Guess I forgot to turn it on.”

Ron shook his head and moved over to Violet’s. “Now, here we have a great example of fine baking. Nice even bake, good amount of sprinkles. I love the color. Where’s the wow factor though? Violet, coming out of a middle of the road round one, you needed to really shock me with your design here. I’m not sure you did.” I heard the disappointed groans of an invisible audience, and Ron moved over to my cupcakes.

“Simple. I like the light use of red and white sprinkles to make it look like freckles. And I see the cherry on top is the nipple. Is that what you’ve done here Maddy? Have you made some cupcakes that look like a pair of tits?”

“Yes, I have,” I piped up cheerfully.

Ron paused for a long while as he took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. “That tastes…...fantastic. And they don’t look half bad either.”

“I assure you, they’re not as good as the real thing,” I blurted out with a smile. Ron nodded and wrapped his arm around my shoulder to guide me over to where the fishbowl waited. His touch felt electric, and I found myself wanting to kiss him and much more.

“At the end of round two, we have a three way tie! All our contestants have four points each, which means whoever wins the last round will be our grand champion! But before we get to that, we need to draw something else from the jar of traits. Maddy as our round two winner, you have the honor. Go on in, pick a card, and read it out as loud as you can.”

I fished a card out and read it to myself, practicing the words in my head before saying them out loud. “Bimbo Boobies!” I said, a wave of pleasure surging through my body as I did. I handed the card back to Ron and started to walk to my station. Jenny and Violet acted strange, rubbing their breasts through their tops. The more I thought about it, the more my own tits began to ache.

“Is it...hot in here?” Violet asked, loudly. We both nodded to her as we all continued to squeeze and massage our breasts. My boobs had always been moderate Bs, but they were feeling different. The more I squeezed, the more I had to squeeze. While I was wrapping my mind around this, I watched Jenny take her top off!

“What are you doing?!” I whispered excitedly. “We can’t show our boobies in here! Can we?”

Jenny shrugged and went back to massaging her big titties. Violet followed her lead, and I certainly wasn’t going to be the only one still silly enough to have a shirt on. I unclasp my apron and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head as my tits fell out into view of everyone. They fell heavy and full on my chest, and I realized I still had a bra on. “Well that’s silly,” I thought, “what do I need a bra for?” Without another thought, I unhooked my bra and let my big tits finally breath. They were bigger, that was for certain, but they also felt amazing. Each little squeeze or touch sent little shocks of pleasure to my brain. I rolled my thumb over my pert nipples and began to sink into my own pleasure when I heard Ron talking again.

***

“Now then girls, it’s time for the big finale. Come on up to the recipe table and get your last task.”

We all went up to the table and picked up our last assignment, “Cookies and Milk.” The other girls were close. I saw no harm in reaching over and feeling Violet’s new breast. Her warm skin welcomed my touch as I hefted her beautiful globe up slightly. She smiled at me. I wanted to kiss her, to pin her to the ground and wrap my lips around her beautiful nipple. I saw the clock start, and I snapped out of it, hurrying to my desk as my D cups bounced on my chest.

My new titties made it difficult to work. They constantly got in the way, but I wasn’t having near the problems as Jenny. She still hadn’t gotten her recipe yet. Instead, she had taken off her bottoms and started playing with her pussy right at her workstation. Maybe she was trying to distract me, I thought. It kind of worked as my own pussy got wet as I thought more and more about diving between Jenny’s legs and tasting her sweet juices.

The ticking clock motivated me, and I put my cookies in the oven almost at the same time as Violet. I gave her a playful frown in the spirit of competition. If I could focus on Violet and the competition, then I would be less likely to pay any heed to Jenny’s masturbation. Violet went to get a pitcher for her milk and I did the same, but she didn’t get the milk from the fridge. Shrugging, I went back to my station and poured a tall glass of rich, white milk. I looked back at Violet, but she was being secretive, maybe she was adding some chocolate to her milk to better accent her cookies.

A little ding signaled my cookies were done, and I brought them out of the oven. They were rich, moist and smelled wonderful. I glanced over at Violet’s and saw that hers looked a little burned. I knew I was going to win. We still had a few minutes left on the clock, and so I turned to look at Jenny. Jason had shown back up. I waved at him but he ignored me. Jenny bounced back and forth on his cock while she squeezed her titties. I didn’t know she dyed her hair platinum blonde, but it looked super cute.

The buzzer sounded for the last time. Violet and I brought our cookies and milk up to the judge’s table. Ron smiled greedily as he inhaled the scent of fresh baked cookies. “Well they certainly pass the smell test,” he said, and the invisible audience laughed. “It’s finally here. All your weeks of work and planning have paid off. You should congratulate yourselves. Go on, give each other a hug.”

What a great idea! I reached over and hugged Violet, our big boobs squishing into one another. I even gave her a kiss. I was so proud of how she conquered her shyness. She showed me her appreciation by squeezing my ass, playfully.

“As you can see, Jenny has been disqualified. Unfortunate, but persistence is a big quality of being a chef. Keeping your rhythm is very important, a lesson she seems to be working on with Jason, our wonderful personnel director, right now. So let’s see who comes out on top between Violet and Maddy.”

He picked up one of my cookies and took a bite. I could see his eyes roll back with pleasure as the taste filled his mouth. Ron quickly munched down the rest of the cookie, then licked some of the gooey chocolate off of his fingers. Washing it down with my glass of milk, he looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my exposed breasts. “Maddy, those were the best cookies I have ever tasted.”

I couldn’t help myself. I jumped up and down, my tits bouncing wildly. I leaned forward and gave him a hug. He smelled wonderful, and I nearly burst with excitement as I felt his hands on my stomach, gently pushing me back to my spot. “We still have Violet’s to judge.”

He moved on to her cookies. I watched them crumble as he tried to pick them up. Too dry, I thought. This is mine for sure. Ron took a bite and sort of bobbed his head from side to side in consideration. Then he picked up the glass of milk and drained the whole thing, leaving a mustache of white liquid that he licked off eagerly.

“Well, Violet, I must say. These cookies aren’t very good.” The audience let out a slow groan of disappointment. “But, that milk. That milk is pure bimbo material. Congratulations, you’re our champion!”

The crowd roared with applause and Violet couldn’t stop smiling. “Of course,” I thought, “we were supposed to use our own milk. That’s what these big titties are for after all.” My idea was doubly proven as Ron leaned forward and took Violet’s left breast in his mouth and suckled. She pulled his head closer to her chest and moaned with satisfaction.

Pulling away from her, I could see the hard cock in Ron’s pants, and my pussy ached to be filled. “Violet will soon be joining us at La Sirene, but we have an extra special surprise for everyone. Yes, Violet will have the coveted title of head chef, but we have one other position open for her assistant in the kitchen. Violet what do you think of Maddy here joining you as your faithful companion?”

“Oh gee, Mr. Sharpe, that sounds super!” Violet squealed.

I was elated. Not only would I get to keep being around Violet, but I got a new job! I couldn’t wait to show Mr. Sharpe what a good little assistant I could be. I went over to him, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his fat cock. I could still hear the audience cheering as I shoved his length into my mouth. I wanted to make him cum, to feel the warmth of his jizz flowing into my mouth, but I was a good assistant. I pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop and turned to Violet.

She had already taken off the rest of her clothes and her smooth pussy was inches from my face. I pressed my whole mouth against her pussy, nuzzling the smooth skin and taking in her wonderful scent as my tongue started to lick slowly along her slit. Once she was dripping wet, I helped her get on the nearest table and spread her legs as Ron moved into position. I took his hard cock and guided it to her pussy lips, stroking it slowly as he entered her. My body ached to be filled up like that, but I was a good assistant. I wanted my boss to get her fill of cum first.

Ron started to fuck Violet freely. I moved my attention from her pussy up to her tits, taking the luscious orbs into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the nipples. I could taste a few drops of her creamy milk and enjoyed the sensation of it rolling over my tongue. Feeling overdressed, I took the chance to remove the rest of my clothes. Baring my ass to the cameras and Mr. Sharpe felt nice, but his hand sliding along my inner thigh and getting wet with my juices felt better. His fingers pressed inside of me, and I let out a small gasp into Violet’s ear. I was so horny that I came right away, waves of pleasure making my body go rigid.

Ron started to grunt, and his motion became erratic. He pushed all the way inside of my boss as his balls started to empty into her. Violet grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss as her body started to tremble. I placed my hand on her taut tummy and enjoyed the feeling of her muscles quivering. As soon as Ron pulled out of her, I dove on his cock, cleaning his cum and her juices from him. I licked my lips with satisfaction.

Ron turned to the camera after pulling up his pants. “And there you have it. Another series of Bimbo Bake Off with another explosive finish. Join us again next season when ten more lucky girls will get to compete for a spot at La Sirene. Don’t forget to make your reservations today. You may just get to taste the delights of this season’s winners, Violet and Maddy.”