My favorite restaurant

chapter 1

I love to go out to eat at Angelo’s on Main Street in my hometown. I mainly like it for a couple of reasons, one, of course it’s an Italian restaurant, and two, all of the waitresses are either over-weight or obese.

My name is Nat. I’m five foot ten inches tall and weigh two hundred and twenty pounds, so, yes I’m overweight or obese, or as I prefer fat. I love to eat there, usually always getting stuffed and bloated. I flirt with the waitresses; most of them are married and are relatives of the family that owns Angelo’s.

They all like me, I tip well and always polite. They know I love overweight/obese women, so they are flattered that I come in so often. When I come in for dinner, if the restaurant is crowded I will get a spot at the bar, as to not take up a table or booth, for just me. They also kid among themselves, that I will tip more if my waitress bumps me with her belly or butt, while serving, which, of course is true.

One Wednesday night I arrive at Angelo’s, ready to stuff myself and waddle home. There is a new hostess working that evening. Her name is Kaitlin, she quite pretty, petite and slim, really to the point of being kind of skinny.

I walked in, kind of startled that it isn’t Angelina, one of the owner’s daughters (who is quite chubby) at the podium. “May I help you sir?” Kaitlin asks me. She’s trying not to stare at my protruding belly, smiling. “Yes, are there any tables available?” I ask. She looks at her chart, “I’m sorry sir, there aren’t available now and it maybe a half hour before one opens up.” I reply, “That’s okay, I will just sit at the bar. My name is Nat, by the way, I come in here several nights a week, just ask any of the waitresses.” She giggles, “It’s nice to meet you Nat. Angelina told me you might be in tonight, my name is Kaitlin.” I shook her tiny hand, she giggled again, now looking right at my belly. I went over to the bar and took a seat. The bar tender, another of the owner’s daughters came over and asked, “The regular Nat?” I absently patted my belly, “Yes Camille, I’ll have my usual, please.” “I’ll put that order in to the kitchen Nat. How do you like are new hostess?” I blushed, just a bit, the girls do love to tease me. “She’s really cute and polite, but really skinny, who is she?” Camille giggled, “She’s one of our cousins. She just graduated college and needed a job. So dad hired her.” Camille leaned toward me, “I don’t think she going to stay skinny working here.” I blushed with that comment, causing Camille to giggle. She walked away to place my order. I watched tiny little Kaitlin walking other dinners to their tables. She was wearing a light cotton dress that really just hung on her. I started thinking about how she would look with a dozen or so pounds on her, when Camille interrupted my fantasy, “Nat, here’s your Alfredo linguini.” “Hey thanks, Camille.” She giggled, knowing what I had been thinking.

I got to talk to Kaitlin over the next weeks. I started to make it a point on come in to eat even more than I did before. The waitresses teased Kaitlin that I was falling for her. I really liked her the more we talked. I was noticing that Kaitlin was putting on weight too.

One Wednesday I came in as usual. Kaitlin was at her podium, looking a little “green around the gills”. I asked, “Kaitlin are you okay?” She giggled patting her bloated tummy. “Oh Nat I’m fine, I just ate too much at supper that’s all.” I was seated at the bar and Camille came over to me. “Nat would you like the usual dinner order?” “Yes please, Camille.” She placed my order with the kitchen and came back to chat, it was a slow night. “Nat, did you notice that Kaitlin’s putting on weight?” I blushed, “Yes I did notice. She said she ate too much at supper tonight.” Camille smiled, “That was no accident. We are trying to fatten her up.” She giggled after saying that. I was starting to get a bit turned on. “Why are you guys trying to fatten her up, Camille?” “Nat, look at all of us. We are all overweight or fat, it runs in the family, especially working her! Kaitlin’s father is my Dad’s brother, he’s really fat, her Mom was really tiny like Kaitlin, but she’s really chubby now.” I was turned on now, “Will Kaitlin be upset with you guys for trying to make her gain weight.” Camille giggled again, “No she won’t, she already told us she expects to gain weight working here. By the weigh, Nat, she likes you.” Camille stepped away to get my dinner order. She of course had made my night.

A half hour later, I had finished my plate of spaghetti and meat sauce. Camille came over, “Nat would you like some cheese cake?” I love dessert. “Yes Camille, I would.” It was a slow night and I turned and Kaitlin slide onto the stool next to me. “Nat how was your dinner?” “It was excellent as usual.” I replied, absent patting my bloated belly. Camille came over with the cheese cake with chocolate and caramel sauces. “Here Nat. Kaitlin, would you like some cheese cake too.” I saw Kaitlin rub her belly, “Yes Camille that would be wonderful.”

It was a dream comes true for me sitting at a restaurant with a hot girl eating, fattening foods. Camille had brought Kaitlin a huge piece of cheese cake, bigger than mine even. Kaitlin though ate the whole piece, much to my and Camille’s delight.