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Kinktober 18 - All You Can Eat
🕑 Added 2023-10-19 01:50:06 +0000 UTCKinktober prompt:
All You Can Eat
Contains: Weight Gain
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Kinktober 18 - All You Can Eat
When Corinne darkened the door of Gloria’s buffet, she’d been a proud woman of five foot six who weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. Gloria was working the front counter as one of her employees had called in sick, and she was glad because it meant Corinne was talking to her when she declared herself immune to gaining weight.
“Hi there,” Gloria said, “Welcome in!”
Corinne had her nose in the air haughtily as she walked in, but when she smelled Gloria’s “enchanted” food, her face took on an unmistakable cast of greed.
She smiled warmly at Gloria, “Hello! A friend told me about this place, and I just had to try it. She’s a little on the heavy side, so I know she knows her food.”
“Oh! What’s her name? Maybe I know her.”
“Madison,” Corinne said, “A little taller than me, blonde, and kinda…” The skinny brunette held both arms out, mimicking a robust set of hips.
“Of course, I remember Madison,” Gloria said, “She and her friend are regulars!” Gloria knew that Madison and Julie were lovers but was a little too old-fashioned to come out and say the word to someone she’d just met.
“Well, if your food tastes as good as it smells, I can see why. I have a pretty big appetite, so it’s a good thing I never really gain weight.”
Gloria smiled pleasantly, but her thoughts were wicked. Here was a woman ripe for her… talents. A few dozen pounds, and she’d soon be singing a different tune. Her not-so-subtle attempts at fat-shaming Madison would be long-forgotten.
That first day, Corinne filled her plate four times. Gloria checked on her just often enough not to arouse suspicion.
“Can I refill that drink for you?”
Corinne nodded, mouth full of food. She swallowed and said, “I think I’ll go up one more time. I’m more hungry than usual today…”
Gloria smiled and poured sweet tea into Corinne’s glass.
Barely two weeks later, Corinne was back. Already, her jeans looked a little snug, and her trim tummy was starting to bulge outward ever so slightly. She emptied six plates.
“I didn’t get to try this fried chicken last time. I swear it’s the best I’ve ever had.”
“I’m glad you like it, Corinne.”
“No wonder Madison got so big. It’s lucky I have a good metabolism.”
Gloria smiled and cleared Corinne’s empty plate.
Corinne started eating at the buffet once a week, then more than once a week. Her plate count rose as her hips expanded. Jeans were replaced by skirts, then stretchy leggings. Her snug, fashionable blouses grew tight, and she started wearing loose, billowy tops. Her flat stomach became a belly that proceeded her into the restaurant. Her arms and legs grew from lithe twigs into thick, wobbly sausages. Her perky little breasts swelled and plumped, stretching whatever shirts she wore to their limits.
And still, she ate. And ate. And ate. Never acknowledging the changes to her body. She’d wolf down food like a woman starved, rub the massive ball of her stuffed belly, and remark on how lucky she was not to be susceptible to food the way her “friend” Madison was.
When Corinne had been coming to the buffet for just over a year, Gloria watched with malicious glee as the snobby woman’s hips wedged in the doorway. She pushed herself through with a grunt, breathing hard.
“When did you make the doors so small, Gloria?”
Gloria ignored her ridiculous question. “I have your favorite table reserved, dear.”
Corinne had stopped sitting in booths several months ago, claiming they were “poorly designed, with the table so tight to the bench.” Now she sat at an open table, and Gloria noted with delight that there was more ass spilling over the sides of her chair than on its seat.
As a “valued regular,” Gloria assigned one of her girls to fill plates for Corinne so she wouldn’t have to “trouble herself” walking back and forth. The reality was that she created traffic jams standing between the buffet tables where other patrons couldn’t fit past her voluminous ass.
The server returned to Corinne’s table again and again. Gloria stopped counting how many plates the woman put away each visit, but it was well over two dozen. The table pressed into Corinne’s massive belly, and the upper dome of her stomach inched farther across its surface as she gorged.
Finally, the overburdened chair could take no more, and its metal legs bent, spilling the obese patron to the floor.
“Oh my gosh, Corinne, are you alright?”
With Gloria and the server’s help, Corinne heaved herself to her feet.
“You really should get some better chairs, Gloria. These are so cheap. I could have really hurt myself!”
“I’m so sorry, Corinne. Your meal is on the house today.”
“I should think so. If your chairs break under me, how on earth could they hold someone Madison’s size?”
It was all Gloria could do not to burst out laughing. Corinne was wider than she was tall and had to outweigh Madison by at least a hundred pounds.
“I’ll get some better chairs,” Gloria said, “And you’ll eat free for the next six months. How does that sound?”
Corinne huffed. “I guess that will be fine.”
The massive woman waddled toward the exit but stopped halfway through. As Gloria followed her, she could see that Corinne’s stuffed belly had spread her love handles even further, and the woman was stuck.
“What did I say about these doors, Gloria!” Corinne nearly screamed. “How does Madison even fit in here‽”
