Scenes from a Casual Dining Restaurant: Part 3

Well, I didn't expect year two to take up this whole post and come in at over 3,000 words, but here we are. Clearly this story is going to be longer than planned.

Enjoy!

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“Oof.”

Judith grunted as she struggled with the button of her work slacks. Working at Roly Oly’s for this long hadn’t been a part of her five year plan. Well, she didn’t actually have a five year plan, but if she had, working this long at Roly Oly’s certainly wouldn’t have been on it.

And yet, here she was, working on her second full year here and working through her second pair of work slacks.

“Maybe I could safety pin it?” Judith whispered to herself.

As her finger slipped and popped off the hanging by a thread button for good, that sealed it. She would need to go shopping for larger pants tomorrow, something she probably should have done a month ago. But for today she would get by with a safety pin and then covering the gap with her work apron. She was thankful for the coverage and the far more forgiving apron strings.

The pants would still be a problem, and she would need to be careful during the night, but she didn’t feel like they were going to burst at any moment. The apron offered good cover, and she didn’t feel like her ass was in danger of blowing out any seams. She wasn’t Corinne.

The hostess with the mostest had put on a bit of weight this year as well, and most of that weight had gone straight to her ass. For the moment, it was doing her a lot of favors. Corinne was always used to being the center of attention, and that became even more true as her ass grew. It was always curvy, but this new swelling of her cheeks really pulled the fabrics of her outfits tight. Often, this was in the best way possible. Sometimes, this had required Corinne to go up a size or two. And on rare occasions, it had caused her to have a few wardrobe malfunctions, though Judith had only been privy to one of them.

It was at the company Christmas party.

Corinne had came dressed in a slutty Mrs. Claus outfit, and took full advantage of the feast that Ophelia and the rest of the kitchen crew had put together as well as the very open bar. And sure enough, midway through the night as Corinne was gyrating on the impromptu dance floor, her skirt popped off thanks to her widened hips, and as she bent down to pick it up the safety shorts she was wearing underneath it split right down the middle. That was followed by a raucous amount of laughter from the other attendees, Judith included.

And what followed after that was weeks of dieting. Corinne had never imagined she would be one of those people that made a New Year’s resolution to lose weight, but that’s what she found herself doing, and it went pretty well for a while.

But now, come Valentine’s Day, Corinne’s diet, something she had never been used to doing before, had been broken, and the pounds had started to creep back on again, packing her pants with two chunky cheeks. Still, her recent success at losing weight, made it easy for Corinne to ignore the fact that she was putting it back on, and, after a few weeks of eating humble pie, she was back on her arrogant warpath.

“Samir, I told you to keep your fat ass out of the way!” she yelled as she strut past the obese line chef with her own chubby cheeks bouncing up and down.

“Jeez, Corinne seems like even more of a bitch than usual.” huffed Judith as she tentatively released her belly to make sure that the safety pin would hold.

“Maybe I should get her the chocolate mousse I made a little earlier. She might be cranky cause her blood sugar’s low.” laughed Ophelia.

“I wish she’d just give up that diet for good. It would be better for the rest of us,” sighed Judith.

“Plus she’d be fat and that would be fun.”

“I’d love it if the hostess with the mostess got fat. Her butt would get huge and split some more pants.”

“The hostess with the most ass!”

The two friends continued to laugh to themselves unheard by Corinne who was already mostly out of the kitchen and distracted by Rodrigo, one of the bus boys.

“Hey, mami. You got a rockin ass. You wanna get out of here after this?”

Corinne stomped her foot, sending a quiver through her softened thigh, and shot daggers through Rodrigo with her eyes.

“Hey Rod, fuck you. An ass like this doesn’t get with a guy like you. I’m going places. Got it? So shut your mouth whenever you see me or I’m putting one of my heels up your ass.”

With that Corinne mad her way to the front of house. Along the way, she pulled at the back of her skirt and promised herself that she would limit herself to just one serving of chocolate mousse later…. Two tops.

Corinne couldn’t help but daydream as she stood behind her podium waiting for guests to arrive. Standing here hadn’t been part of the plan. Her career as a model/actress/influencer/general superstar should have taken off by now, and the fact that it hadn’t was beginning to put a few cracks in Corinne’s previously unbreakable ego.

As Corinne’s mind drifted off she imagined a future version of herself still stuck in her small apartment struggling to get by as a model and actress mostly because she had grown too fat and lazy. Corinne saw herself waddling about in a pair of worn out gray sweatshorts stretched far too tight against titanic ass cheeks, so tight that she could see the dimples of her cellulite through the fabric. Her ass was so big that her blubbery cheeks were spilling out of the shorts and giving her a case of permanent plummer’s crack. 

The bottoms were also starting to crest out of the legs of her frayed shorts, though they were stuck competing with her tree trunk thighs, massive pillars of quiver flesh slapping and rubbing together as she waddled from her semi-permanent spot on the couch to her kitchen to once again get more snacks to stuff her greedy face with. She saw herself with a fierce set of stretch mark and cellulite covered thunder thighs, each one far bigger than her waist used to be.

And that waist had blown outward with thick juicy love handles and an incredibly large and lazy gut that hung out from below her food stained tank top. The lower roll of her spongy double belly was marred by stretch marks and hung low. It quivered with every little move her big fat body made. It was a heavy mass weighing her down in front but nicely countered by the even large weight of her wideload, dump truck ass.

In this envisioned future, Corinne’s breasts had grown into big sagging udders, she had fat pillowy arms complete with jiggly bingo wings. And even her face was fat, fat and tired with multiple chins and jiggly jowls. She looked flushed from the slightest exertion, her face growing pinker in hue and adding to her piggish appearance.

“Ey, you got a table?”

Corinne’s daydream was interrupted by Eddie O’Leary. 

She shook her head and nodded, and as she reached for the menus, she realized that she had wrappers left at her station after eating several chocolate after dinner mints without even realizing it.

Eddie had seen better days. The stresses of the last year and his on again off again relationship with his wife Brenda had left the pretty boy looking pretty paunchy. Eddie was the kind of guy used to being a big shot, always in control, and he was too vain to change his clothes just yet. This meant that his paunch was unflatteringly highlighted by his far too tight shirt which was awkwardly punched in the pants that he was straining to stay fitting into. When combined with the start of receding hairline, this gave him much more of a used car salesman vibe than he was used to. As he wiped the sweat from his brow he also remembered that he had called for a table out of habit, but as of two last nights again he and Brenda were officially on the outs again.

“Oh uh, actually, I’m just gonna sit at the bar,” Eddie muttered and hung his head giving himself a bit of a double chin as he sighed.

Eddie wasn’t at the bar very long when he heard it.

“Oh no need honey, we’re just gonna have a seat at the bar.”

The distinct nasally Staten Island accent of his wife Brenda.

Brenda had also put on a fair bit of weight in the last year, no longer the sculpted hard body she used to be. But she was far better off with the added pounds than Eddie was. Whereas Eddie’s paunchy form made him look rather schlubby, Brenda’s weight gain only enhanced her curves, giving her a perfect hourglass figure.

She was dressed to the nines in a killer pair of heels and a skintight silver dress that hugged every inch of her curvy body. Brenda’s thick thighs were on display as the dress barely came down below her full, ripe, peach on an ass. Two swollen cheeks threatened to pop out the bottom of the dress and flash the whole world. Brenda’s ass had expanded into two billowing basketballs supporting by wide hips. Those hips were so wide that they allowed Brenda to keep her hourglass figure going despite the fact that her middle was not nearly as trim as it used to be.

Brenda’s middle had indeed gotten quite soft with some little love handles starting to form, but what stuck out the most, quite literally, was the start of a generously swelling pot belly. The fabric of the dress perfectly formed around her spongy middle to showcase the pudgy paunch and tease its potential to grow so much bigger.

Now, to maintain an hourglass figure, one needs to be stacked both below and up top, and to have an hourglass with the kind of bulging gut that Brenda was growing she needed to be stacking even more. Lucky for Brenda, she was working with a full library up top. Her gigantic breasts were swelling out of her bra and barely contained by the already purposefully low cut dress. They were massive and ready for motorboating. Her bountiful breasts bounced seductively with each step in rhythm with her ass and belly. She was hypnotic as she walked into Roly Oly’s.

Of course, Eddie’s eyes landed on her breasts but quickly went to the male companion that was hanging onto her softer arm. He was a stocky fellow, a good deal shorter than Brenda thanks to her high heels and big hair. Eddie glared at him with his teeth grinding together like gears as he worked through in his mind exactly how he wanted to tell them to go fuck themselves.

“Give me a beer,” he said to John at the bar instead.

“Such sparkling repartee. What a wonderful treat of an evening I’m in for,” said John with a roll of his eyes as he pulled the beer.

Eddie was beginning to chug his beer as Brenda sashayed over to the bar.

“Oh hey, Eddie. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Oh shut up, Brenda. You bringing this toad around here tryin’ to make me jealous or something?”

“Can it, Eddie. At least he knows how to treat a lady.”

“You gonna bring this putz here, cheatin’ on me, and taunton’ me right in my face?”

“Oh please, like you weren’t steppin’ out here lookin’ for tail. Screw off, Eddie.”

“Screw off, Brenda.”

John had to admit, he thought it was weirdly cute how the two lovebirds couldn’t bring themselves to say the f word directly to each other.

“Alright, you three. Play nice or get out,” he said as he laid down three more beers in front of them.

And that was how the rest of their evening played out, Brenda and Eddie sniped for a long while even over mozzarella sticks, and onions rings, and loaded french fries. They each ordered a big burger and complained about each other to each other with their mouths full. A whole year’s worth of grievances were aired between the two of them while Brenda’s ate his burger and picked at whatever french fries Brenda didn’t take for herself.

Eventually, when the man had had enough of Eddie’s jawing and finally decided to say something, it as his jaw that forcefully met Eddie’s fist.

“Oh, Eddie!” shouted Brenda with a voice tinged with glee.

“Alright, looks like we finally chose the get out option. Took longer than I thought, honestly.” sighed John as he rung Brenda and Eddie up and threw them out of the bar.

Brenda looked down at her date who was still trying to pull himself back together.

“See ya, loser. I’m goin’ home with a real man.”

As they left together, Eddie sunk his hand into the fat around Brenda’s waist as he pulled her close. Their chubby bodies pressed together and jiggled simulataneously as he nobbled on her earlobe.

“Hey, babe. Before we head home, what do you say to stoppin’ off somewhere for dessert?”

“Sounds delicious.”

Meanwhile, Judith was serving her favorite regulars, the impressively obese Jake and Alexa who were working their way through multiple courses of Ophelia’s outstanding food. They were straining their outfits and their chairs as they ate, and ate, and ate. Judith had dollar signs in her eyes as she thought of the immense tip she was going to make from this table alone, and she didn’t have to deal with Brenda and Eddie which meant she was so far headache free. It was turning out to be a wonderful evening.

And then the real show walked in.

Sabrina’s thighs were oozing out of her fishnets. They quivered as her combat boots hit the ground almost as if she was purposefully striking a pose when she entered Roly Oly’s, and that quiver worked its way all the way up to her midsection. Sabrina had certainly put on a significant amount of weight since the last time Judith saw her, and she certainly wasn’t expecting to see her again let alone looking like this.

Sabrina’s thighs were the only thing that was thick about her. She had grown a pretty decent starter pot belly, a squishy thing that had plenty of bounce to it in its own right, but it was dwarfed by her biggest feature. While the rest of Sabrina’s body had gotten soft, borderline chubby, it was clear that she was a punk rock pair, and her plump ass was the perfect piece of evidence.

Those juicy cheeks filled her leather skirt, an outrageous choice for a midwinter night unless she was hoping for the blubber on her bloated lower half keeping her warm. They were soft and spongy, and if they were not contained by the constraining leather garment, they would be bouncing and jiggling all over the place.

Corinne looked at Sabrina with distinct disdain as she led her to a table in Judith’s section. Judith thought that maybe Corinne was jealous of a hot chick having a bigger ass than hers.

Judith had barely gotten Sabrina her whiskey neat when Sabrina’s date walked in, and Judith once again had her jaw drop. 

It was Martha, and not only was it surprising that she was here, but it was shocking to see how much weight she had put on.

Martha entered Roly Oly’s with a big rolling pot belly that announced her presence. It was a jiggling mass of fat that was causing her sweater to ride up and could even be seen peaking out between the buttons of her blouse. Judith would have been certain she was pregnant if it didn’t have such a pronounced jiggle as she walked, a jiggle that was matched by the other most noticeable parts of Martha’s weight gain.

Martha had massive mammaries. Her breasts had swollen up to quite a large size, and once Martha got to her table, Judith could spy that the top of her sweater was indeed missing a button that must have been blown off at some point, and the next button down was working overtime to keep her breasts in check. The otherwise conservative chick was certainly bulging out of her outfit which looked uncomfortably tight and almost as if she was wearing it this way on purpose. Like Sabrina, Martha had gotten fairly chubby all over, but she was clearly an apple shaped chunker.

Any thought of Martha being pregnant was quickly put off once she ordered herself a beer thus confirming that she had just gone and grown a gut. Judith hurried off to fetch it, not wanting to miss eavesdropping on too much of Martha and Sabrina’s conversation.

Sabrina took a long sip of her whiskey as she stared at Martha’s cleavage. Her hand pressed into her chubby thigh, pinching her flabby flesh as she tried to keep herself together.

“Gotta be honest. I did not think you would say yes.”

“And yet here we are,” smiled Martha as she caught Sabrina staring.

She leaned forward to give Sabrina an even better show.

Sabrina leaned over to meet her. Her hand was practically trembling she brought it to rest on top of her Martha’s

“Here we are.”

Her stare still lingered. No matter how much 

“You’re looking….”

“Don’t be rude,” said Martha with a playful wag of her finger as she pulled her hand away.

“Right. Anyway…. What do you think of…”

This time Sabrina’s showmanship took over as she got up from the table and spun herself around so Martha could get a good look at Sabrina’s thick thighs and bulbous butt.

“All of this?”

She gave her thigh a slap, and Martha gasped. She looked around a bit nervous that others were taking in the show that Sabrina was putting on.

“You’re looking….”

“You can say it. I don’t mind. Go ahead. Be as rude as you want. I’m looking….”

“Voluptuous.”

“Fat. I’m looking fat.”

She slapped her ass this time.

“I wouldn’t call you fat,” teased Martha.

“You wouldn’t?” asked Sbarina is she slid her well cushioned rear end back into her seat.

“No.”

Sabrina leaned forward again and gave a pout that produced a small double chin.

“Then what would you call me?”

“I just told you. Voluptuous.”

“Mmmm… voluptuous. Sounds yummy.”

“And maybe a bit chubby, teased Martha as she bit her bottom lip.

“Chubby. Now that is yummy. You really think I’m chubby?”

The two were both breathing heavily, Martha’s massive chest was heaving up and down as the two leaned across the table toward each other again.

“You’re certainly getting chubby.”

“I better be careful then. Chubby is one step away from being-”

“Fat,” Martha moaned.

“Fat. You think I’m getting fat?” Now it was Sabrina’s turn to crank up the teasing. She watched eagerly with a wolfish grin as Martha slid one hand below the table.

“I think you might be getting fat,” Martha moaned as she pulled away with a sheepish nod and smile.

“I think you might be right. So what do you think?”

Martha leaned back in her chair to try and catch her breath.

“I think we should order our food.”

Sabrina slammed her hands on the table.

“Hell yeah.”