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Thursday’s at the Diner
by Dafatguy


I work at the HiWay diner on old Highway 23. It’s out by the airport. The owner is Sal or as we call him, the Old Man. The Old Man is rarely here. He’s got four other diners in town and usually he has to go to those diners to manage problems and put out fires. But here? I manage things when he’s not around. Technically, I’m only a waitress but I’m practically the assistant manager as I’m usually in charge when he’s not here.

But nothing much happens here at the diner. Unless you’re a local, you have no idea that the HiWay diner is even here. It’s usually pretty quiet. I like working here as a waitress. Tips are decent and the staff is nice. Normally, I don’t notice people and customers. I come in, do my job, double-count the drawers at the end of the night, lock the money in the safe, set the alarm and leave.

However, today was Thursday and Thursday is *his* day.

When I first woke up that morning, before my shower, as I laid in bed, I swirled my clit with my fingers, bringing his image into my mind. I closed my eyes and imagined him being on top of me and all that weight and fat, and before I knew it, my whole body shook and I had two amazing orgasms. After my shower – Normally – I just put my long hair into a ponytail or a braid before I leave for work but today, I took extra care: I put some time into doing my hair and makeup this morning. Before I put on my waitress dress, instead of my usual comfy leggings, I put on an old pair of pantyhose. They were snug and shiny and showed off every curve in my thighs. My uniform as it were was a retro-style diner dress, like what Flo wore on Alice. Pink dress, black trim. My diner dress hugs my curves and leaves little to the imagination. Instead of my beige sports bra, I plunged my 40DD’s, into a push-up bra. With that bra, my girls were practically up to my chin.

He came in at his usual time. A big, tall handsome man with blue eyes and brown hair who weighed about 350 pounds. Such a big man. I could watch him walk from the parking lot to the diner all day. That tummy bouncing with every step on the concrete, that big butt of his jiggling from side to side. I could even see his moobs shaking as he walked. God, he was so sexy. He walked in wearing and khakis and a blue button-down shirt. These clothes must have been new because I’d never seen him wear them before. Normally, his usual clothes were tight dress clothes and snug dress pants with puckering in the pockets. He’s gained so much weight since I met him. Waddling slow and steady towards the table, he smiled at me and I signaled I’d be with him in a moment. I needed to watch, to admire, and to dream.

While he pushed his body into the tiny booth. The way his fat conformed to the table and piled just a bit over. I watched as he adjusted himself. Trying hard not to make an issue of it, he took a deep breath and moved his belly in place so you could read the menu I’d eventually place in front of him. I wondered if he knew what I’d been secretly doing. I piled on the extra cheese with his omelet. Always adding an extra egg, extra bacon, even extra buttermilk where I could. Heavy cream for his coffee and always tempting him with delicious fresh, homemade pastries or rich, dense brownies that I knew he would not be able to refuse.

I loved knowing I could bring him the most decadent food and desserts and that he could not resist. I was making him fatter on purpose. For my viewing and fantasizing pleasure. I loved the idea of imagining what it might be like to be held down by his massive body and be ravaged while his soft flesh moved against me. I snapped out of it when you put down the menu and made eye contact with me. I smiled and walked over to your table. I leaned over slightly so you could get a good look at my cleavage.

“Good afternoon,” he said in his smoky voice. I could see he tried to make eye contact but he couldn’t resist.
“Hello,” I said, “I like your new shirt,” I said admiring his nice button-down blue dress shirt. I could tell it was brand-new.

“Thank you!” he said with a chuckle. “I had to get some new shirts. My old 4XLs were getting too small on me!”
I could feel myself getting moist and my face grew hot just hearing him verbalize his gain to me. Quickly, I recovered and said, “Well, it brings out your eyes. Now, what can I get you today?”

“How’s the Under 500 special?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes.
The Under 500 special was an idea from the Old Man to list some low-calorie meals for customers watching their diets. The problem was, the vendor’s products never quite lived up to expectations, not to mention that the sodium content was through the roof for a “healthy alternative.” The quinoa burger tasted awful and I wasn’t about to get stiffed a tip through no fault of my own just because I brought them a meal that I knew was bad. No, thank you.

“Honestly,” I said bending over to whisper (and to show off more of my cleavage) “It’s not that good. But I know the Triple Cheeseburger is amazing. People have been raving about it all day.”

“OK, I’ll get the Triple,” he said, “How about the herb fries?” he asked. I leaned in closer and gently – and subtly – rubbed my pantyhose leg against his pants. I know he could feel the friction between my silky nylons and I saw a trickle of sweat run down his forehead. “I would go with the chili cheese fries,” I suggested.
 
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Thursday's at the Diner, part 2

“That sounds good,” he said, “Oh Man, I keep this up and I’ll need the 5X,” he said with a laugh.
God, he did it again but I kept my cool the best I could -- and looked right at him, smiled and then said, “You’ll still be so handsome.”

Now it was his turn to blush and look away. “You’re sweet,” he said. “Oh, and can I get a chocolate milkshake? No whipped cream, please.” I smiled at him and practically winked, “You got it. Be right up.” I wrote down his order on my order pad: Triple cheese with everything, chili cheese fries with everything and put it on the spinner for the chef. After that I went to the back to make his milkshake. “I’ll go make the milkshake,” I said to no one in particular.

In the back cupboard, behind a five-gallon jug of mustard was a tub of Met-Ripped Weight Gain Powder 3000 that I had hidden there, purposely just for him. Each small scoop of powder was about 2,000 calories. I put about five scoops of the powder into a shake glass. Then, I went to the fridge and pulled out some fresh buttermilk and poured that into the shake glass as well. After that, I added the chocolate ice cream and milk and put it all in the blender. When the loud industrial blender was finally done, his super-rich, 15,000-calorie milkshake was finally ready. I brought out his milkshake and he smiled and said thank you. “You make the best milkshakes that I’ve ever had.” He grabbed a spoon and took a bite and put it in his mouth. “MMMMMM. Oh my god,” he said wiping his mouth, “These are so good.” I could feel myself getting moist just watching him eat his milkshake spoonful by spoonful knowing every bit was going to his big belly and thick thighs and his mountain-like ass.

A bell woke me out from my thoughts. It was the chef. “Pickup,” he announced from the kitchen. I went over grabbed a tray and brought him his food. His eyes went so wide when I brought his food to his table. I calculated that between the shake, triple cheese and chili fries that he was going to take it approximately 17,000 calories -- a ballpark number -- just from this meal alone. The thought made my nipples hard. “If you need anything else, hon, let me know,” I said as I walked away from his table. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him dig into his burger like a man possessed.

I went back to my station in the kitchen. He was the only customer in the diner. I could sit back and just watch him eat. Wow, could he pack it all in. He took bite after bite, from the cheeseburger, then he would dip his fries, five at a time, into the big slick of ketchup and then he would get a spoonful of his shake. Just watching him eat was erotic. And knowing he was growing fatter and fatter. I swear, since he started coming into my diner every Thursday, I think he’s put on 50-60 pounds. I mean, it’s not like he was going to go play tennis or go to a CrossFit class after eating all this. I would stare at that massive belly of his. My God, I bet touching his tummy would be like touching silk, so soft and sensuous.

Just watching him eat was getting me turned on, I had to drink a glass of water. I could feel my underwear get moist and even a little bit achy. I could feel that my nipples were hard enough to cut glass. Finally, when he was all finished, I walked over to his table. Normally, he had a huge appreciative smile when he was done. But this time he had a worried expression on his face.

“Is everything ok?” I asked.
“I, um, have a bit of a problem,” he said sheepishly.

“OK, tell me and I’ll try to help, baby,” I said.
“I dropped my credit card,” he said. “It is somewhere under the table. I am SO SORRY.” I could tell he was embarrassed about his size and being wedged in at the table.

I smiled and assured him,” No problem,” I said with a wink, “I can fix this.”
I took a quick glance around. There was only two other people here working besides me: Claire and the Chef. Claire was always texting her boyfriend in the back and Chef was always watching his soap operas in the kitchen. I knew no one was watching me. Quickly, I went under the table. With the tablecloth over me, I was practically invisible. I went over to his pants. His legs were spread apart to handle his girth mmmmm perfect for me. I went to his elastic-waist khakis and unzipped his zipper. As I unzipped him, his manhood practically fell out of his underwear. My, this boy was blessed.

I started to stroke his member. I figured he was big but wow, he started to get hard in my hands.Me personally? I like to catch a guy before he’s truly hard-hard. Pull it out, put it on my tongue, feel him grow in my mouth. I love the feel on it on my tongue a soft, mushroom cap growing harder

Finally, I leaned in and put him in my mouth. He was so large and so warm, I ran my tongue in circles around his head, feeling its size. I put more and more of his rod in my mouth. I love the musky smell and the taste of him as I get him hard. Even from under the table I could hear his soft moans.

I kicked it into high gear: moving my mouth more and more, working my tongue I reached up with my hands and felt his belly, feeling his soft flab as I worked his manhood in my mouth. All that man in my hands, in my mouth, so much huge fat man … I was worshipping at the altar of his tummy, so much huge fat man, growing fatter feeling his rolls with my fingertips. All for me.

I could taste pre-cum and I knew I was driving him wild. I could only imagine the expression on his face. I saw his fingertips were white knuckling the edge of the table. He was barely holding on. So much manhood, tasting all of him twirling it around, tasting him, running my tongue … before I knew it, I could feel his whole body shake and then he came. Gawd, it’s so sexy to hear a man lose all control and cum for you.

I could feel him pour down my throat, so much jizz, pumping out mmmmm I ate up all of it, all for me, mmmmm. When he was done. I wiped him down and put him back into his pants and zipped him back up.

Finally, I wiped my mouth and peeked out from under the table. The coast was clear. I casually got up and stood up and straightened my dress. It was like it had never happened. I picked up his blue credit card and looked up at him. He had a relaxed grin on his chubby face. His hair was messed up. From the look of it, I could tell the poor man hadn’t been touched by a woman in a long, long time.

“Here’s your card, sir,” I said demurely. He exhaled, nodded and quietly between breaths, “Thank you.” He took another breath and said, “Go ahead and run the card please, thank you.” As he said that, he leaned his head back. I ran his card at the cash register and while the charge was going through, I grabbed a brownie from the back. When the charge was finished, I brought his card, receipt and the brownie to his table.

He looked like he was exhausted. I smiled and wondered if in his um, state he would be susceptible to some encouraging. From behind him, I reached over and put the receipt and a pen on the table and whispered in his ear, “Do you need a snack?”

He nodded yes.

I smiled and leaned in and whispered into his right ear. With my right finger I slowly touched his ear as I spoke in my sexiest voice, “You want to eat for me, don’t you? You need a snack to recover, don’t you, love?”

He weakly nodded yes and started to unwrap a 700-calorie fudge brownie from the Saran wrap. “That’s it, eat for me.” I whispered as I stood over his table. I looked and saw a huge fat man helpless in my grasp, growing bigger and sexier for me, as he ate the fudge brownie.
“Eaaaaat.”



-The end
 

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Thank you for the kind words, Tiggy!

Part 2 is posted directly under Part 1. The story was too big for one post (a 10,000-character limit), so I had to unceremoniously chop it in half. Sorry for any inconvenience. Hope you enjoy Part 2!

Thanks again for the feedback, Tiggy!
 

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