All you can eat

chapter 1

“Mmm, you are a big boy. Aren’t you?” the mysterious looking woman dressed from head to toe in skin-tight black leather cooed seductively as she ran her long crimson fingernails across the top of my swollen belly.

“Yes, ma’am — *hiccup!*” I responded softly, not knowing what else to say. Indeed, I am a very big guy with a very big belly, and I had eaten so much already that evening that I must have been about four or five times fatter than I was when I walked into this mysterious little hole-in-the-wall joint in the middle of nowhere.

The faded neon sign outside just said “all you can eat,” and nothing else. It was a place that looked like a little old rusted-out train caboose, like the old mid-century diner cars from the railways of long ago. On the outside the place didn’t look like it was much larger than a shoebox, but inside it was deceptively large, very dark, and I was apparently the only patron in attendance at the time.

Perhaps the strangest thing about it all was the fact that I had lived in this neighborhood all my life — I’d walked past this dark little alley way a million times, and not once had I ever noticed this place before.

Making my way through the old creaky door, I called out to see if there was anyone there. It was so dark and barren looking inside, for a moment I thought that maybe the place was closed. That’s when this mysterious woman with long black hair and smoky-looking eyes seemed to appear out of nowhere.

She sat me down at a table, in a chair that looked more like a king’s royal throne than something you’d see in a typical diner. When I asked for a menu, she just laughed and told me that she knew what I wanted already. Sure enough, a waitress emerged from the kitchen bringing a massive serving tray full of all my favorite foods.

When I say all my favorite foods, I don’t just mean that they had a few things that I really liked. I mean it was ALL of my favorites! Steaks, fries, cookies, cakes and pies! There were milkshakes and soda-pops, ice cream sandwiches, hoagies and grinders; piles and piles of roast-beef and onion rings, and loads of other goodies that would always be guaranteed to make my tummy happy.

“Dig in,” said the mysterious and sultry hostess. As if being driven by an invisible motor, I began to stuff my face maniacally. I ate and ate and ate until there wasn’t crumb left in sight. I felt fuller and fatter than I had ever felt before, and my belly started popping out of my shirt as it grew right before my eyes.

“Such a big belly,” she said in her low and husky voice, laughing devilishly as she began to bounce her hand up and down on my soft and ample flesh. “I bet we can get you even bigger.”

“Bigger?” I thought to myself. “Is that even possible? I’m already huge and stuffed to the gills. How much fatter can I get before I just explode?”