Plenty of Pork: Chapter 2

Almost every day I thought about Abe while standing behind the register. Sometimes I tried to manifest his arrival. I was a bored and horny twenty two year old minimum wage worker, so what else did I have to think about? Sometimes a guy with similar stature and coloring would arrive and my hopes would briefly skyrocket until I realized it wasn’t in fact Abe. As days turned into weeks, and then into months Abe did begin to fade from my mind. A brief dalliance distracted me as well, but that ended as quickly as it began. It wasn’t until I had nearly forgotten about Abe altogether that he made his grand return. 

My eyes were immediately drawn to the hefty man lumbering through the front door and it wasn’t until he neared the register that I realized who it was. I think my jaw even dropped slightly agape once I realized. Abe had grown considerably. The man was porky. I was so overwhelmed that I struggled to take his order. He ordered the same tray as usual but with so many add-ons that he might as well have just ordered two full meals. It honestly would have been cheaper. I was too gobsmacked to even suggest that to him at the time. 

I tried to recall when he was last in the restaurant. It had been a few months, but how many? Possibly four months, but maybe more. I could recall he was wearing a short sleeved tee last time, which meant it must have been spring. Now we were deep into fall which meant maybe it had been even longer, maybe six months. Six months made more sense given how significantly he had plumped up. 

His stomach now dominated his frame. He wore a long sleeve tee that barely covered his overhang. I could imagine if he raised his arms in the slightest he’d be flashing his stomach fat to the whole room. His musculature was still significant but stood out less impressively now that he was so well padded. Those boulder shoulders now competed in width with his love handles, and it was hard to tell under the long sleeves but his biceps seemed softer and less well-defined. His pecs looked incredibly soft, and rested lower with a deep crease atop the slope of his belly. 

I was so distracted by his mass that I hadn’t even noticed he was alone. Where was the girlfriend? I hoped they had broken up but it was impossible to know. He was slow and ponderous with his order, adding things on one at a time as though he couldn’t decide. When he finished he grinned sheepishly, as if he knew this was an inordinate amount of food, and I couldn’t help but melt inside. He had a gorgeous boyish grin for a man of his size. The curl of his lips accentuated the pleasing structure of his face, only slightly softened by the extra weight. I swooned, noticing the flush of pink in his cheeks due to the walk from the parking lot and how it made his blue eyes pop. I handed him a number (number one, to be precise) and nearly collapsed as he headed for his seat. 

As he turned around I could glimpse the full girth of belly fat sloping out ahead of him. It was immense. He must have gained fifty pounds, no doubt. His jeans were baggier now, surely a new pair, yet still snug in the seat. His ass was shelf-like and his thighs clearly rubbed together. A leather belt cinched him in at the waist and you could tell it was uncomfortable yet necessary. He had too much upper body girth pushing down for his pants to stay up on their own. He walked slow and heavy and I could hear his sigh as he lowered himself down onto the metal chair. On both sides his ass hung over the seat. 

Instantly, a million scenarios ran through my head: his girlfriend was a feeder, the relationship had soured and he turned to food, they broke up and he turned to food, they broke up because he turned to food. I imagined him waddling through the grocery store with a cart piled high with food, or buying heaping pounds of greasy fast food at the drive through, or guzzling pizza and beers with his bros. I was so turned on that I wished I could abandon the register so I could jerk off and calm down. 

When his food arrived, Abe had that old spark back like the first time he came in. He seemed perky, chipper, excited. He ate fast but not ridiculously so. You could tell he was savoring each bite, but also couldn’t wait until the next. The guy looked like he loved food and it felt good to watch. However, it gave me the impression he was likely single now. Something about his last visit with the girlfriend was dour and that energy no longer seemed attached to him. The guy was fat and happy. 

When he finished that great expanse of food before him, each tray, container, and finger licked clean, he stood up triumphantly. I watched as he pulled down his shirt as he stood, clearly conscious that he was at risk of exposing himself. It was a smart move considering how bloated he had become with all that food inside him. He had probably swelled an extra inch in circumference. He bussed his own table and then turned to the register on the way out. A contagious smile spread across his face and he waved at me. 

“Thank you!” he bellowed, and lumbered out the door.