FatManRocks
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SSBHM, ~FFA, ~MWG - A gaining glutton makes an important purchase
Chapter One
Tom hadn’t been to this mall in a while. It was mostly due to his penchant for online shopping, but it wasn’t just that – the movie theater had fixed-arm seating, the restaurants were only okay, and the food court was frankly lousy. If it hadn’t been by request of his new wife Audrey, he doubted he would ever have come back. She was a nutritionist and spent her days working at the local hospital while he worked at home. Though in theory it was more convenient for Tom to be the one running any errands they had, she knew how hard it was to get her big man up and moving once he was settled in – and especially hard if that errand didn’t include food. Fortunately, she also knew that every afternoon Tom would take a lunch break and leave the house to go eat for a couple of hours. Catch him while he’s out filling up, and he’d be happy to pick up or deliver any little thing as he rolled on home.
Today it was the kitchen store. For what, he wasn’t sure; he was finishing dessert when she’d called. She told him it was a discontinued something something, but way better than the other something somethings available, and totally impossible to find because of something. She was excited and he loved listening to her voice, so he let her carry on even though he was just going to tell her to text him the info. He still had half his sundae to go, and he was always terrible with details when his spoon was boat-deep in caramel.
His soft stomach bounced heavily in front of him as he strolled through the mall. He could smell the horrible food court – he would have to pass it on his way – and was deeply grateful that he was still quite full from lunch. He shuddered at the thought of being really hungry and possibly succumbing to the… to the food that they were… geez, it was awful… Tom reached up and covered his nose the rest of the way.
The store itself was a little cramped, and required some skilled maneuvering, but nothing he wasn’t used to. Besides, he was having fun getting so up close with all this kitchen stuff. He’d forgotten how much he loved stores like this. Everything was dedicated to cooking, eating, or just plain celebrating food. It was like a food-lover’s temple – or better, like some kind of gift shop at the Cathedral of Gluttony. Tom smiled at the thought as he strolled past the pots and pans. Never much of a cook himself, he paid them barely a glance and headed instead toward the dishes and flatware – tools of the trade for the passionate eater. There was a special fork, it seemed, for every different kind of morsel; and spoons, scoops, and ladles from tiny thimblefuls to deep-bowled serving spoons that felt good in his hand. And then the great array of dishes: big entrée plates, little tapas dishes, trays for olives, bowls for bisques, and his favorite, the great massive platters. Man, he loved to eat.
“Can I help you?” A friendly saleslady ended his gastronomic reverie.
“Oh—,” he smiled, his double chin quivering. “Yes…” He reached for his phone. “My wife texted everything to me. Hold on…”
“I think she called earlier. The Pyrex?”
“That’s it.”
“I’ve got it behind the counter. She sure knows her stuff.”
Tom agreed with a pat of his belly, “As you can see.”
The saleslady laughed, “Well, it sure is nice to meet a hobbyist. I can take care of you now, if you like.”
“Thanks; that’d be great.” She turned, and he started to follow her when his eye caught on a rolling food cart.
The saleslady noticed. She walked over next to him and nearly whispered in his ear. “That’s a nice one, isn’t it? Our best model.”
“Yeah, well… We really don’t entertain like that.”
“It’s not just for entertaining. Does your wife like breakfast in bed?”
He actually licked his lips. “Who doesn’t?”
Tom steered his car through the parking garage, occasionally hitting a speed bump that would send his belly jiggling in his lap. He couldn’t really get a food cart, could he? Isn’t that a bit much? He pictured the pile of snacks he regularly carried from their kitchen to his office at the start of each day. Audrey always liked to make sure there was plenty for him to grab before she left for the hospital, and lately he was grabbing all he could. Wasn’t that enough? “Never eat more than you can lift” – right? Wasn’t that it? Who said that?
His tires hit another speed bump, and ba-boom went his belly, up and down. Tom’s appetite was returning, barely an hour after his long steakhouse lunch. A food cart by his desk would certainly keep his appetite happy. And wouldn’t that be a good thing? Hunger always threw him off. If he was working and got even a little hungry, he would lose his concentration. He’d certainly tried in the past to scold himself and get back to business, but putting off the inevitable snack by even ten or fifteen minutes only ever resulted in ten or fifteen food-distracted, non-productive minutes.
His stomach growled. He thought about the drive-thrus he could hit on the way home. Also about dinner—
The last speed bump was the biggest, and threw Tom’s belly up against his tits to crash back down on his lap. A metallic clang rang out from the back, and he looked in the rear view: the cart looked back. It seemed okay. Yep, he thought, he’d done it. He’d bought the dang thing. The very floor model he’d just drooled over.
It’ll keep the food off my desk, see, and away from the computers. This isn’t just a fat guy thing – it’s common sense. And, he re-reasoned to himself, it’ll keep me at my desk, where I can work…
Tom then pictured himself, hunched over the cart, methodically, relentlessly gorging, desk chair creaking, computer all but ignored.
He shook the thought away, but it didn’t really budge. There was just no way around the basic fact of the matter: Fat guy buys food cart. “Jesus,” he chuckled, “what is Audrey going to think?”
The Food Cart
by FatManRocks
by FatManRocks
Chapter One
Tom hadn’t been to this mall in a while. It was mostly due to his penchant for online shopping, but it wasn’t just that – the movie theater had fixed-arm seating, the restaurants were only okay, and the food court was frankly lousy. If it hadn’t been by request of his new wife Audrey, he doubted he would ever have come back. She was a nutritionist and spent her days working at the local hospital while he worked at home. Though in theory it was more convenient for Tom to be the one running any errands they had, she knew how hard it was to get her big man up and moving once he was settled in – and especially hard if that errand didn’t include food. Fortunately, she also knew that every afternoon Tom would take a lunch break and leave the house to go eat for a couple of hours. Catch him while he’s out filling up, and he’d be happy to pick up or deliver any little thing as he rolled on home.
Today it was the kitchen store. For what, he wasn’t sure; he was finishing dessert when she’d called. She told him it was a discontinued something something, but way better than the other something somethings available, and totally impossible to find because of something. She was excited and he loved listening to her voice, so he let her carry on even though he was just going to tell her to text him the info. He still had half his sundae to go, and he was always terrible with details when his spoon was boat-deep in caramel.
His soft stomach bounced heavily in front of him as he strolled through the mall. He could smell the horrible food court – he would have to pass it on his way – and was deeply grateful that he was still quite full from lunch. He shuddered at the thought of being really hungry and possibly succumbing to the… to the food that they were… geez, it was awful… Tom reached up and covered his nose the rest of the way.
The store itself was a little cramped, and required some skilled maneuvering, but nothing he wasn’t used to. Besides, he was having fun getting so up close with all this kitchen stuff. He’d forgotten how much he loved stores like this. Everything was dedicated to cooking, eating, or just plain celebrating food. It was like a food-lover’s temple – or better, like some kind of gift shop at the Cathedral of Gluttony. Tom smiled at the thought as he strolled past the pots and pans. Never much of a cook himself, he paid them barely a glance and headed instead toward the dishes and flatware – tools of the trade for the passionate eater. There was a special fork, it seemed, for every different kind of morsel; and spoons, scoops, and ladles from tiny thimblefuls to deep-bowled serving spoons that felt good in his hand. And then the great array of dishes: big entrée plates, little tapas dishes, trays for olives, bowls for bisques, and his favorite, the great massive platters. Man, he loved to eat.
“Can I help you?” A friendly saleslady ended his gastronomic reverie.
“Oh—,” he smiled, his double chin quivering. “Yes…” He reached for his phone. “My wife texted everything to me. Hold on…”
“I think she called earlier. The Pyrex?”
“That’s it.”
“I’ve got it behind the counter. She sure knows her stuff.”
Tom agreed with a pat of his belly, “As you can see.”
The saleslady laughed, “Well, it sure is nice to meet a hobbyist. I can take care of you now, if you like.”
“Thanks; that’d be great.” She turned, and he started to follow her when his eye caught on a rolling food cart.
The saleslady noticed. She walked over next to him and nearly whispered in his ear. “That’s a nice one, isn’t it? Our best model.”
“Yeah, well… We really don’t entertain like that.”
“It’s not just for entertaining. Does your wife like breakfast in bed?”
He actually licked his lips. “Who doesn’t?”
Tom steered his car through the parking garage, occasionally hitting a speed bump that would send his belly jiggling in his lap. He couldn’t really get a food cart, could he? Isn’t that a bit much? He pictured the pile of snacks he regularly carried from their kitchen to his office at the start of each day. Audrey always liked to make sure there was plenty for him to grab before she left for the hospital, and lately he was grabbing all he could. Wasn’t that enough? “Never eat more than you can lift” – right? Wasn’t that it? Who said that?
His tires hit another speed bump, and ba-boom went his belly, up and down. Tom’s appetite was returning, barely an hour after his long steakhouse lunch. A food cart by his desk would certainly keep his appetite happy. And wouldn’t that be a good thing? Hunger always threw him off. If he was working and got even a little hungry, he would lose his concentration. He’d certainly tried in the past to scold himself and get back to business, but putting off the inevitable snack by even ten or fifteen minutes only ever resulted in ten or fifteen food-distracted, non-productive minutes.
His stomach growled. He thought about the drive-thrus he could hit on the way home. Also about dinner—
The last speed bump was the biggest, and threw Tom’s belly up against his tits to crash back down on his lap. A metallic clang rang out from the back, and he looked in the rear view: the cart looked back. It seemed okay. Yep, he thought, he’d done it. He’d bought the dang thing. The very floor model he’d just drooled over.
It’ll keep the food off my desk, see, and away from the computers. This isn’t just a fat guy thing – it’s common sense. And, he re-reasoned to himself, it’ll keep me at my desk, where I can work…
Tom then pictured himself, hunched over the cart, methodically, relentlessly gorging, desk chair creaking, computer all but ignored.
He shook the thought away, but it didn’t really budge. There was just no way around the basic fact of the matter: Fat guy buys food cart. “Jesus,” he chuckled, “what is Audrey going to think?”
