Plenty of Pork: Chapter 3

I was quite pleased to see Abe return to the restaurant one week later. Then again a week after that, and again, and again, until he was recognized by all the staff as a “regular.” Soon enough he began to remember my name, Charlie. We made small talk which was painfully awkward for me at first but soon became easy, and maybe even flirtatious. I had such a hard on for him that it was hard for me to discern if he was just being friendly or not. Now, whenever he approached the register he’d say, “How ya doin’ Charlie?” and I’d crack a big grin and tell him the honest truth about my day. Abe seemed to appreciate being upfront and often had a surprisingly wise response. 

Of course, his orders remained hefty and slowly grew with time. He developed a “usual” but every few weeks he would add something new. Orange soda was his go-to beverage and he’d typically get a refill before heading out. One time I calculated his caloric intake in one sitting and it was over two thousand. I had to hide my erection upon learning this. Naturally, just like his orders, Abe too remained hefty and slowly grew with time. 

As the weather turned, he would stumble in from the cold wearing his winter coat zipped to the collar. You could tell that he struggled to close it around the barrel-like tank encompassing his torso. The zipper looked strained as did the fabric. He would undo the zip and his stomach would announce itself warmly and hungrily. His under clothes were always just as snug. Hell, they had to be if he was to get that jacket zipped. Usually he wore a thin matted sweater, but if I was lucky he’d be wearing a thermal that clung like a second skin. 

It was hard to keep my eyes from wandering when he ordered, but seeing him up close in that thermal was really a sight to behold. You would see the crease under his chest and where rolls formed above his love handles. You could even see the imprint of his belly button. The man was so gorgeous with such an absolute beast of an appetite that I could tell even my straight coworkers kind of admired him. There was just something so primal about seeing a man of size put down a heavy meal of protein and carbs with such jubilance. He was magnetic. 

Every visit from Abe I would most look forward to the moment when he stood up with a full belly. You could tell it was a struggle to hoist all that beef up. Sometimes he’d push up from the table or with his hand on one knee, and he would always grunt and sigh. On good days he would pat his belly and grin before waving goodbye. 

It was difficult to be certain whether Abe was putting on weight now that I saw him more frequently. I often thought that he appeared larger but it was hard to discern exactly where he had grown. Besides, there was no way for me to know how much of this was in my imagination. As the holidays neared, I got a definite answer to this question. Abe arrived at the restaurant with his jacket unzipped and once he got to the register I could see why. The zipper had completely torn from the fabric. His gut was simply too immense for that old jacket. I tried not to stare. 

Turns out, I wish I had stared, or at least committed more of Abe to memory. For whatever reason he disappeared for a bit after the holidays. It seemed normal enough that he wasn’t around Christmas and New Years week, but once February came I started to get worried. Would I ever see him again? I hoped he was okay and in good health. The truth was that I barely knew the guy beyond my silly little crush. 

By the end of February, my despondency was vanquished when Abe returned. And boy, did he return. 

The man entered the restaurant belly first. I was used to seeing fat guys come into the place but now Abe was giving all the other oversized patrons a run for their money. His stomach sloped out in front of him like its own entity, as though it had its own gravitational pull. He was sporting a new jacket but it was not closed which only accentuated the new abundant fat. I instantly recognized the faded old thermal shirt he wore underneath, but now there was no more containing that overhang. It hung a good two inches below the hem of the shirt, wobbling violently with each step. As he came closer into view I glimpsed the dense happy trail concealing stretch marks and then the plumpness with which his chest now sagged. 

He grinned mightily as he greeted me, his cheeks and double chin thicker than ever. I felt a flush of arousal. The man was seriously hefty. The denseness of his chub had finally given way to fleshier blubber. You could sense he was still strong under all that padding, with a dense core, but there was also no denying the newfound softness. For the first time he looked doughy. The fat had fully overcome the muscle. He breathed heavily, gazing at the menu as though it were his first time. He took a moment which allowed me to stare shamelessly. 

His face was scuffier than usual. Perhaps he was trying to conceal his obvious weight gain. His hair was longer too and a bit greasy. On the crest of his gut were a couple stains, faded discoloration like grease or oil that had once dripped from his greedy mouth. He licked his lips with an obvious eagerness while contemplating his order. I took a deep breath and gathered my wits.

“It’s been awhile,” I said. “Enjoy the holidays?”

Abe was taken aback for a moment and then smiled.

“Yeah, actually. It’s kind of unusual I guess, but this was my first Christmas being single in awhile so I uh, booked a trip to Vegas. Mostly ate my way through the buffets and gambled.”

Confirmed: no girlfriend. 

“Oh nice, how long were you there?” I pushed. I mean, it had been months since I saw him last.

“About a week, but then I got a ticket for a cruise last minute. Happy to be home though, I’ve missed this place.” Abe gestured to imply the restaurant and flashed a silly grin in my direction. “I’m actually going to do two of plenty of pork meals,” he said with a sheepish yet bemused look on his face, “but double all the sides.”

His wish was my command, though I didn’t charge him for the extras. It was my pleasure after all.