LATE November Prompt

(Sorry this took so long, had a bit of a depressive episode and been in quarantine. Enjoy)

“So, you’re the new ‘protection’ we have to pay for?”

Luka sighed at the sarcasm dripping question that was asked of him by the restaurant owner. The gang had just taken over the block from a rival organisation and was now cataloguing their ‘acquisitions’ which included the business itself. Luka himself would normally have the grunts go through the deal of handling the change of power with the business owners, but sometimes you needed to personally oversee things. In this case, Luka was standing in the restaurant that had been part of their latest takeover, a place that was used as a front for money laundering. Walking past the tables, Luka moved in front of the counter the owner was standing behind.

“Well, so long as you work with us, we’ll treat you and this place really nice.” Luka explained, walking to the side of the counter. He was about to make the usual threat to get the man in line before a strong scent hit him. Glancing behind the owner of the restaurant at an open doorway, Luka saw the kitchen and the food being prepared.

“Oh? Interested in something to eat?” The owner asked, taking in how Luka was looking over at the kitchen. “You know, if you want, we could serve meals to you for free in exchange for a lower payment on protection?” The old man suggested, figuring it would be good to try and lower the cost of the mob protection.

“Hmm, let’s see how good the food is and we’ll talk about it,” Luka said, taking a seat at one of the tables, snapping his fingers as he waited. “Give me the best you got.”

The restaurant owner bit back from making any complaints he might have as the other goons glanced at him, some not so subtly cracking their knuckles. Walking to the kitchen, the owner spoke with his staff and after a few moments came back carrying a plate of food in his hand.

“That’s it?” Luka raised an eye at the sight of the singular plate the owner was bringing him, as if the meal alone would decide the fate of his business.

“This is just to start you off as we bring out the rest of the meal. “ The old man said, bringing the plate to the table, Luka looked over the sauce ladened pasta bowl.

Picking up his fork, Luka brought it down to take a bite of the pasta. As the sauce soaked pasta hit his tongue, the taste lightened up with the delicious sauce dripping off the softened pasta shells. Digging his fork back into the plate, picking up the sauce soaked shells and flakes of cheese, Luka got to work stuffing his face. The grunts he had brought with him were staring at their boss as he gorged himself on pasta, the sauce dripping from his clean shaved face.

Whilst Luka was scraping the complimentary bread through the bottom of the plate, trying to pick up as much of the sauce as he could, the restaurant owner came back with two plates in his hand. One was a flat dish holding a steaming pizza that had been garnished with basil over the cheese surface, and on the other hand, was a dish containing what looked to be a steak with a variety of potato sides. The slab of meat threatened to push off the assortment of roasted potatoes, seasons chips, and a generous helping of mashed potatoes topped with gravy.

The moment the plates were placed in front of him, Luka dove in, taking a healthy bite out of the stake before his hands seem to work on the individual plates, one stuffing chips and roasted potatoes into his mouth as the other began to fold the pizza slices onto themselves before stuffing himself. Luka seemed to double fist the food before him, his subordinates watched on in shock as their usually wellkept and put together boss let himself gorge out on food, sauce threatening to drip off his face to his suit front. Said suit started to strain across his normally flat stomach as it began to swell out a bit, pushing against the straining buttons of his jacket.

With the food being cleared off, Luka stifled a belch a bit as he leaned back in his seat. The front of his suit was stained slightly with the grease from the food he had been gorging himself on. Luka himself found his food addled mind wondering why and how he could gorge himself on food, almost always having been light when it comes to eating, despite how delicious the meal before him had been. With the plates practically licked clean and Luka relaxing at the stuffed feeling, the restaurant owner walked back out from the kitchen with another tray in his hands.

“So, I take it we have a deal.” The man asked, smirking at the sight of the stuffed mobster as he placed the dessert in front of him, revealing the plate to be stacked with cannoli shells filled with cream and chocolate.

Luka stared at the pile before him, mentally about to reject the additional sweets before his stuffed gut let out a deep growl at the sight of the pastries. Grunting as he leaned forward to pick one of the sugar-dusted cannolis up to his mouth. “I suppose we can make arrangements.”

The restaurant owner smiled at the words, nodding as Luka began to stuff the filled cannoli shells into his face, practically sucking the chocolate and cream as he went through the pile.

“If you want, I can speak to the other business owners and see about having special seating for you and your colleagues.” He said, unaware of what he had set into motion.

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Following this deal and the subsequent arrangements made with the other restaurants under the mafia’s hold, word quickly spread that the price for protection had gone down with the inclusion of free meals for the mob boss Luka. And it was that as the groups hold spread over the city, taking in more family-run restaurants and fronts, the more the waistline of the Don Luka began to grow out too. And as the man grew with every conquest and bite he took, the restaurants that before had seen the new deal as a blessing were to learn the mistake they had made.

“Hurry up. That pig will be here soon.”

An urgent voice rang through the expansive hall that the restaurant owners had set up for their ‘patron’s’ lunch. The waiters and kitchen staff buzzed around with plates filled with food being placed atop a long buffet like table that stretched out in a curve around a steel bench that was more fitting in a gym locker room than the apparent grand feast. To call what was being prepared a feast was fitting as the wait staff worked to place plate after plate on the semi-circular table.

Placing the plates on the table, the staff stopped when they felt the familiar rumble as the floor shook. They knew what it meant and turned to the double door just as they swung open. The sound of the door opening was followed by the sounds of loud grunts and heavy breathing, echoing as the staff were silenced with shock. The waiters and chefs turned, all with faces of pure shock and exhaustion. It was hard to tell at first, but they could make a pretty good guess based on the silhouette that filled the doorway. The figure was corpulent in almost every sense, a stretched-out, buttoned shirt was covering the man’s blobby form, straining against his moobs and globe of a belly. The man looked like he was made of pure blubber, with a belly that dropped down to his knees and moobs that appeared to droop down to each side of the man’s body. His hips and overall frame were wider than the door, which explained the grunts as the poor blob of a man was struggling to enter the restaurant.

“Time for… huff… today’s meal.” The huge blob that they recognised as Luka grunted, his huge belly growling deeply in hunger as he inhaled the deep smell of the food before him. Grunting more, the heavy sweat dripping man tried to push himself out of the doorway he was wedged in before finally popping through. As he waddled into the hall, the staff could see the subordinates behind him who had clearly been trying to push the huge whale of a man. It wasn’t long before Luka waddled to the bench, picking up a few pieces of food from the plates he passed before making it to his seat. Parking his ass down, the immense mob boss began to gorge himself, feasting on food that was more fitting for a party than as a lunch. Each bite the huge man took saw him swell a bit more. The tight suit pants he was wearing creaked to contain his huge ass and thighs, rising hem exposing his thick ankles. His growing belly drooped down more as his moobs pushed his thickening arms up at an angle.

“God, I can’t believe how much money we’re losing feeding that whale.” One of the owners said in hushed whispers as the hall was filled with the sound of gorging.