The Restaurant: Chapter 1

I couldn’t believe it when he walked through the door on my first day of work. Not only was he my ideal type, but he was also my manager. His name was Dave and he was a hulking bear of a man. In fact, when I looked around, all the employees were overweight dudes with a belly hanging off their waist. Was I in hog heaven or something?

Dave sauntered in with an authoritatively masculine walk. His black work polo was tucked into worn-in black Levi’s that displayed an impressive bulge between his legs. He was tall and stocky with a firm gut and broad muscled shoulders. His brown hair was cut short and complemented by a well groomed beard that accentuated the hard lines of his face. I had heard he was a military vet which wasn’t surprising given the way he carried himself.

At 5’10” and 180 pounds I was probably the skinniest guy of the bunch, and I still had pesky love handles that no amount of cardio could shrink. Not that I wanted to get skinnier. In fact, I was keen on growing larger. I’d always been attracted to larger men and wanted to become one myself. I often fantasized about men like Dave taking me in and fattening me up like a prized pig. So, needless to say, my new manager had me gobsmacked.

This was my first job since graduating college with a major in hospitality. The venue was a hip Italian restaurant known for its chic presentation yet approachable pricing. The food was rich and delicious and before I started I was already hoping it would impact my waistline. Now that I saw the other employees, and most of all Dave, I was fairly certain this would be the case.

It was half an hour before opening and Dave commanded our attention. He stood before us with both thumbs tucked into the waistband as though he were some sort of cowboy. His stomach rested softly between his hands and wobbled a bit as he spoke. I’m not even sure what he was saying because I was so transfixed by his image. He was of average height and probably around 240 pounds or so. He was so muscular it was hard to gauge his exact weight.

When I finally came to, I realized he was assigning tasks. As the new guy I received mine last. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I think he sort of smirked when his eyes landed on me. Perhaps I was projecting but it seemed like he saw something amusing in me. Maybe he could smell my lust.

One month later

I was beginning to sweat while I mopped the floor of the kitchen as we prepared for closing. I was sweating a lot lately and I wondered if it was the five pounds I had gained since starting at the restaurant. It probably wasn’t, but I liked to think it was. I imagined what another five pounds would feel like, and then another, and another… Lost in a weight gain fantasy I found myself getting hard. Suddenly, I was snapped back to reality by a real life fantasy. Dave entered the kitchen looking beefier than ever.

I was pretty sure this man was gaining weight. He ate like a total beast on his lunch breaks, downing plates of pasta and milkshakes like it was a midday snack. I could only imagine his caloric intake when he was off the clock. He lumbered around with his belly straining in snug shirts and his worn denim looking ready to bust at any moment. I could barely keep my eyes off of him and was paranoid he suspected my admiration.

I was in the back corner of the kitchen nearly finished mopping when he headed my way and began organizing the nearby countertop. The restaurant was in an old and oddly shaped building and I just so happened to be in one of the most inconvenient areas of the kitchen as I finished up. Right where Dave was standing the room bottlenecked and this hunk of a man was completely blocking my exit. I stalled not knowing what to do.

Finally he moved a bit and I saw my opportunity for escape. Just as I was passing behind him, Dave turned around and the warm expanse of his gut bumped into my torso. I could’ve orgasmed then and there. Instead, I probably turned beat red as he looked at me with a mischievous grin.

“Sorry bub, this thing gets in the way sometimes,” he chortled while remaining still so I couldn’t pass.

“Oh,” was all I could manage to get out.

“Gotta be careful,” he continued and placed a strong hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “At a certain age it catches up to ya.”

“That’s what I hear,” I sheepishly smiled. “Doesn’t help working here, I suppose…”

“That is true,” he nodded. “But don’t let me scare ya. Hell, you could use a few pounds couldn’t you?”

I shrugged and scurried away while trying to hide my erection.