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Going Out of Business Binge
🕑 Added 2019-08-30 00:37:08 +0000 UTC
This is a very quick one, not as out-there as some of my other gain fics, but I hope you like it.
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Jared walked through the doors to his favorite buffet one last time, Ricci’s All You Can Eat – Pizza, Pasta, and More was going to be closing this very evening. He breathed deep, “Ah, I’m going to miss this place…” Jared sighed and walked to the cashier to pay for his meal ticket.
The place was largely abandoned, despite the restaurant having spent the last few weeks advertising their “Going Out of Business Dinner” vehemently. Besides Jared and the staff, there were only three patrons there. Two hefty fellows who looked like truck drivers who looked like they had a few hundred pounds on his own pudgy size, sitting together in a corner, and a woman wrapped up in a black coat and scarf. That puzzled Jared a little, it wasn’t cold outside, but he forgot about it once he’d paid and walked to the buffet line.
He rubbed his hands together, trying not to think of this as his last hurrah here and focus on how much he always enjoyed the pizza here. He took a bowl and filled it with pasta, then smothered that in Alfredo sauce and parmesan cheese. Then came the pizza, he selected a plate and then began to pile it high with slices of all of his favorite pizzas; double cheeseburger, chicken/bacon/ranch, double pepperoni, spinach Alfredo, buffalo chicken. By the time he found a seat for himself he had 18 slices of pizza.
His stomach rumbled in anticipation as he lifted his first slice, then folded the entire thing into his mouth at once. Jared closed his eyes and leaned back, sighing happily as he chewed and swallowed. The quality of the pizza was tip top as ever, hell it even tasted better than it normally did! In the corner, the woman in black was alternating her attention between Jared and the two fat truckers. None of the three noticed this. Nor the fact that the truckers both looked slightly more corpulent than they had been when Jared had entered the restaurant. And as Jared tucked in, his shirt untucked itself then began to ride up his belly. The woman smiled and put several bags of herbs and a small golden charm in the shape of a nude woman away in her clutch, then sat back to watch.
Jared went on blithely gorging himself as he always had, packing away that first plate, and then a second with 12 more slices on it. That was when he noticed something different, normally when he got to 30 slices of pizza, two bowls of pasta, and a dozen breadsticks he started to slow down, but today he felt he could keep going and going! He patted his belly and belched, then got up for another plate not noticing that his pants were extremely tight under his gut. Jared repeated this process until he’d packed away a staggering 78 slices of pizza, 8 bowls of pasta, and 45 breadsticks. During the time it had taken him to accomplish this the pair of truckers heaved themselves from their booth and waddled out the door, both looking at least 80 pounds heavier.
Jared didn’t pay much attention to the looks that the kitchen staff were giving him, after all they weren’t really that much more dumbfounded than they were at his normal capacity. He did, however, notice that his pants button had popped off. He rubbed at his belly and wondered how it had happened, the jeans had fit perfectly that morning. He shrugged and patted his belly before dropping a generous tip onto the table and leaving. “Farewell sweet Ricci’s Pizza.” He said wistfully as the door closed behind him.
