Chapter 5 - 5

I needed no menu I simply asked the waitress to bring me one of every dinner dish and one of every dessert. I didn't bother to even look up at her my eyes were cast down to the table trying to tamp down on my pangs. The waitress returned with a tall glass of whole milk and I grabbed it from the table as she quickly pulled her hand away. Before she had a chance to leave I had finished the glass and sliding it to the end of the table I pleaded for another. She reached down to retrieve the glass and it was then that I noticed it was a chubby hand picking it up from the table. I glanced up as she walked away and saw how her uniform pulled taunting across her wide backside. I felt my mouth begin to water at the sight. Her apron pulled around her doughy middle caused a layer of fat to spill over the top of the strings. Her thighs were thick and my mind roared with the cravings she caused me to feel. A few minutes later she returned with another glass of milk and began pilling dishes in front of me much the same way the waitress from the morning before had. I could not stop myself from pulling the first dish away from the pile before she left to retrieve more. I ate as if I had not had food in more than a year. I was not interested in what anyone else around me thought. Like a wild animal I simply set upon the food.

By the time the girl brought the last plate I greedily grabbed it from her grip and finished it in mere seconds. The poor girl was frightened by me I could tell she retrieved the empty plates from the table with a shaky hand. I sat back looking at the stacks of empty plates before me. I could feel the band of the jeans I had purchased just that morning beginning to dig into my stomach. I removed my hands from the top of the table and placing them under the table I placed my palm flatly against my bloated belly. It was so rounded this time I could feel it brush against the underside of the table. Leaning back I looked down and there was no doubt of the damage this was doing to my body and yet I was still ready for every slice of pie, cake and ice cream sundae that was brought to my table next. It had only been two days, but, thanks to the food and more the girl the night before I was expanding at an alarming rate.

Wedging myself back out of the booth I had sat in I had a bit of trouble trying to gain my feet. Once I did I looked down again at the swollen bump that had once been a decent set of abs. They were now most definitely covered in a layer of pure fat. There was almost a bit of a waddle to my walk this time as I reached the cashier to pay for my meal. She glanced at me and my belly and as I opened the door to leave I heard her say," Another one." I was still not sure what it meant, but, I was too ashamed of my behavior to ask. I climbed into my car once again. This time having just a little bit of trouble sliding behind the wheel my belly impeding my progress. I had to push the seat back at least a few inches to sit comfortably inside. Closing the door I made a bee line for the hotel. Making it into my room I quickly shed my clothing as my belly was feeling more that I little restricted.

Once I was out of my clothes I rubbed my belly until the dull pain from having been squished finally went away. I climbed on top of my bed laying my head upon a pillow still rubbing my bloated middle. I closed my eyes for a few minutes trying to sooth myself. It wasn't long before my meal had really begun to settle and opening my eyes I looked down and could barely see the tips of my toes over the giant orb that was my stomach. I was completely fascinated by it. My skin was drawn so tight it almost itched. My bellybutton was suddenly deep enough to put my finger tip almost half way in. Sitting up my belly sat on my lap. It was a sensation I had never in my life experienced before. There were even tiny little stretch marks that had appeared along my sides. I could feel the panic begin to rise inside as I realized I really had no control over any of this. If I fought it the pain was enough to make me wish I had never been born. I could not stop myself from taking that very next bite even if it was only enough to take the edge off. Curling up on my side I saw the fat already oozing over the bed. I curled up tightly around my belly and willed myself to sleep to try and ignore the hunger already once again rising up.

I drifted in my dreams for a while seeing myself walking down the street as big as the fattest man who had ever lived. My arms flailing out next to my side my belly far too big and round to put them down. My legs as big as tree trunks trying to heft the rest of me around. My chins too many to count. People laughing and jeering as I made my way down the street. Suddenly the dream shifted and I was outside the café I had just eaten dinner at. I waited in the shadows for something that I was not quite sure of. I could hear the voodoo priestess laughing from out of nowhere. And then I saw her. The chubby waitress that had served my meal. I waited for her to draw closer to me before stepping out of the shadows. She was caught in my gaze and she dropped her bag to the ground standing perfectly still. I beckoned her to follow me and she complied without a word. Her Soft sandy colored hair was still pulled back away from her face. I gently ran a fingertip from her temple down her cheek. I embraced her with one arm pulling her hard against my chest before once again finding my eye teeth elongating and I bit into her neck. Leaving behind her blood as I had done before and instead emptying her fat cells instead. As I finished I made sure she was still alive and well. Picking her much lighter body up in my arms I walked across the parking lot and gently placed her behind the wheel of her car closing and locking the door behind her