Fatty's Banquet (Short Story)

The construction of a Fatty’s Banquet restaurant was a welcome addition to the small town of Hefton. Whilst the Fatty’s Banquet chain of eateries were by no means a gourmet experience, they were known for their delicious, reasonably priced fayre. In an area with few places of interest to go, it became an instant success, with a vibrant, busy atmosphere and a steady clientele.

The new restaurant also provided much needed jobs, and local student Kim found herself fitting in part time shifts to keep her college education running. It wasn’t easy or glamorous, and the faux-mediaeval uniform left a lot to be desired, but it did seem to get her plenty of tips for some reason.

There were other perks to the job, too - at least for Kim, anyway. One customer in particular had become a very welcome regular; her name was Kaitlyn Burrows. Kaitlyn was also a local girl, and ever since Fatty’s Banquet had opened its doors, she’d been a reliable patron, eating there at least once a week, but often more. Kim also noticed quite quickly that Kaitlyn brought with her an insatiable appetite, and little self-restraint. From that moment on, Kim became obsessed.

Whilst the restaurant was often a bustling meeting place for locals and out-of-towners alike, Kaitlyn usually ate at the restaurant by herself. The buzzing atmosphere made her feel a little more popular than she really was, and the friendly, chatty waitresses helped with that too. One waitress in particular was especially friendly, and would often encourage her to try new things, or order her an extra side or milkshake - helpful things like that. Sometimes the waitress would come and sit with her whilst she ate and keep her company. It started to feel like a friendship.

This friendship, of course, had some flaws. Kim, the chatty and helpful waitress, was always busy, and so Kaitlyn could usually only meet her whilst she was working at the restaurant. Even then, if it was a busy shift she’d hardly get to see her friend, but luckily she always managed to give her excellent table service. So nice was the waitress that she’d even swap her shifts around to make sure was serving during Kaitlyn’s visits. Even so, it was worth it for the company.

The other flaw, at least for Kaitlyn, came down to the fact that with her regular visits and obliging new ‘friend’, she was gaining weight at an incredible rate. Upon her first visit, Kaitlyn was already around a fairly sturdy 400 pounds - it was no secret that she was a big girl, and that she liked to eat - but her half-hour lunches had now turned into several-hour marathons of gluttony, and she was starting to feel the strain. The local taxi firm now sent a mini-van instead of a cab, and it took at least two waitresses to get her to stand up after a meal, even with a rest. Kaitlyn loved both the food and friendship, but she knew giving one up would mean losing the other.

Finally the fateful day came of Kaitlyn’s last visit to Fatty’s Banquet. Weighing comfortably over 1100 pounds, even getting into the restaurant had been an exhausting ordeal, with much shoving and supporting of both cab drivers and serving staff alike. Knowing this would most likely be her last visit, the enormous girl greedily glutted herself with complete abandon, with the helpful and friendly Kim making sure there were no moments of doubt left between courses! By the time she finished, it was almost closing time. Kaitlyn had eaten and eaten until she was sure she was fit to burst - she’d never been this full in her life. The chair beneath her creaked and splintered as its occupant gasped and gulped for breath.

Even after plenty of rest and a much-delayed closing, it still took considerable effort of many of the staff to help the insatiable girl to her feet. Slowly but surely, she waddled, step-by-step to the door, ready to say her final goodbye to Fatty’s Banquet, and to Kim.

Kim was instantly devastated. The look on her face made no attempt to hide that she was gutted. She’d spent months, in fact almost a year, steadily and meticulously encouraging this greedy girl to gain more and more weight, watching her grow larger and larger as she flimsily gave into her insatiable appetite. Ever since Kim had first seen Kaitlyn walk into the restaurant, some 700 pounds lighter, she’d known there was something special about her. She could even remember the outfit; a stretchy pair of black leggings did their best to constrain her soft, jiggling belly that was heavily stuffed into them, with her wide, fat behind pulling the fabric slightly transparent. It struggled to completely contain the full, heavy buttocks, and left the top of her butt-shelf exposed slightly, where both the leggings and the T-shirt failed to do their job. The baggy T-shirt did little to hide Kaitlyn’s figure however, divulging plenty of information about her back rolls, and the wide, wobbling spread of weighty breasts that rested on top of her belly.

To think she’d got this far, and for what? To go home and get onto some extreme diet and waste away? Kim seethed at the thought. Kaitlyn was a natural fatty, a prize winning gainer, and she was sure, even certain that she could get much, much fatter yet. But how? Kim needed to think fast.

“Don’t worry, we are uhm… we’re doing deliveries now.” Blurted out a quick thinking but stuttering Kim.

“You are?” asked Kaitlyn.

“We are?!” asked an even more incredulous Nina, one of the other waitresses, patiently waiting to go home.

“Uhm, yeah… yes we are! But, it’s not on an app or anything… we are trialling it out for a few… selected customers first!”

“Oh, cool, well…” started Kaitlyn.

“Yeah, I’ll be doing the deliveries between my shifts, you know, earn some extra cash. Just call me on my personal phone - not the restaurant phone - my phone, and I’ll come deliver. It’s just a trial thing, you understand, head-office wants to try it out, you see?”

“Do they?!” inquired an incredulous Nina, before being sharply kicked in the shin by her colleague.

Kaitlyn nodded and gave a big, relieved smile. She wouldn’t have to give up her companionship after all, or the delicious food that she was increasingly craving. However, she didn’t want to give up her mobility either, and concern began to creep into the back of her mind again - it didn’t take much of an imagination to realise that having the delicious Fatty’s Banquet fayre delivered to the door could, quite literally, be a recipe for disaster!

It didn’t take long for Kim's phone to ring. Despite the lunch-time rush, she put the order straight through to the kitchen - as well as several extra items - and then did her best to un-plate the courses, and wrap them up take-out style. After loading all of the newly wrapped food parcels into large cardboard grocery boxes, and with the raising of eyebrows from the kitchen staff, Kim kicked open the back door of the restaurant and made her exit.

“I’m going on break!” Kim announced, just as the restaurant reached its busiest.

With a screech of cheap tyres, Kim’s car frantically arrived at Kaitlyn’s house. Leaping from the driver’s seat, the waitress hurriedly escorted her lunchtime cargo up onto the porch and to the front door. She knocked, and waited. She knocked again, and again, and then waited some more. Impatiently she glanced at her watch. Finally, slowly, the front door opened, and Kaitlyn’s enormous figure filled the frame.

“Sorry,” apologised Kaitlyn, “It takes… me a while… to get off… the couch.”

“Never mind that,” Kim dismissed, “let’s get you some lunch! There’s some real treats for you here, and a few extras… err… courtesy of the head office!”

“Oh… well, that’s nice of them… but I should really try… and cut… back.”

“Cut back? Oh. Well, it’s just a treat, so why not enjoy it and cut back tomorrow?”

“Yeah… maybe.” Kaitlyn replied.

Kim had hoped that supplying take-out food to her gluttonous friend would help to keep her gaining, but it looked as if that might not be good enough. Even worse, she had to be back at work in just five minutes, and so she wouldn’t even be able to enjoy the self-indulgent show, or more importantly, offer any extra encouragement. Kim irritably checked her wrist watch again, and set off back to work - she would have to visit, after her shift ended in a few hours.

After another lengthy wait at the door, a heaving, breathless Kaitlyn eventually let the slender waitress inside. Whilst many empty wrappers littered the living-room, it was clear to see that some of the food hadn’t been touched at all. In fact, almost one entire box of wrapped up meals had been left to go cold.

“It was very nice,” explained Kaitlyn gratefully, “but it just…wasn’t the same without…a Buttershake or two… to wash it down… don’t they do those… as take-out?”

Of course, Fatty’s Banquet didn’t do anything as a take-out in reality. Whilst Kim had found a way of making ‘makeshift’ delivery meals, they didn’t have any kind of soft-drink cups at the restaurant that she could use. Drinks were served in novelty goblets and tankards, and even if they could be smuggled out, the chance of them staying upright on a car journey were low.

Then Kim had a brainwave. It was a drastic plan, but these were drastic times as far as the waitress was concerned, and it called for drastic measures. Slowly, she formulated a plan, but she would have to act soon if she were to keep this gigantic girl gaining.

A couple of days later, Nina unlocked the front door to the restaurant. It was 6.00am, and other staff would be arriving soon to start getting things ready for breakfast. When she looked around, the premises looked, well, like it normally did. It wasn’t until she ventured into the kitchen that a sharp, cold draught surprised her. As Nina investigated, she realised the back door was open - they’d been broken into. Except they hadn’t. There were no signs of the lock being damaged, or of the door being forced or cut. The young waitress rushed to check on the tills behind the counter, and then checked the safe - nothing was missing - even the tip jar was intact. The only thing missing in the entire restaurant was one of the Preston & Weisler Industrial Buttershake Machines, and several large bags of the Buttershake Mix - a fraught trail of Buttershake and powder spills made their way to the door, and then vanished. Weird.

Kim had the day off. However, rather than spend it as she usually did, that is, laying in bed until noon and watching reruns, she excitedly jumped out of bed and got ready. Despite very little sleep, she felt more energetic than ever.

The screech of cheap tyres pulling up outside Kaitlyn’s house was joined by the ‘thunk’ of heavy objects sliding around in the back of Kim’s heavily laden car. Blankets covered the bulky contents, and with those blankets in mind, Kim decided to pull up around the back of the house instead, away from prying eyes. A police car from the local Sheriff's Department raced past with its lights and sirens blaring, but took no notice of Kim. It was clearly going somewhere important.

“It was clearly not a forced entry,” the Officer confirmed to the manager of the Fatty’s Banquet branch, “and they even knew where all the security cameras were facing, and how to turn them off. To me, one-hundred percent, this has to be an inside job. The motive, however, is totally baffling.”

The manager, a short, plump middle-aged woman called Mary, looked just as perplexed. She couldn’t conceive of any of her staff doing such a thing. Not only that, but she couldn’t imagine them making the effort to steal a milkshake machine and bags of ingredients, yet leaving all of the takings from the previous day. Why on earth would someone do that?

When the back door to the house finally opened, Kaitlyn once again breathlessly apologised for the delay, “Sorry… I was… in bed… it takes me a…”

“It’s fine,” sizzled Kim excitedly, “I know I’m early!”

“Early for… what?” Kaitlyn quizzed.

“Ah, well, I have got you a little surprise! Well, a big surprise actually! I’m sure you’ll love it!”

Kaitlyn was perplexed, but did as she was told and waddled heavily back to her bedroom. This was all too much for a Sunday morning, so she heaved herself back into bed, and finally, breathlessly, reached for the remote and turned on the television mounted in the corner of the large room.

Meanwhile, Kim busied herself unloading the surprise from the car. Already covered in scratches and bruises, the slim young lady battled with parts and components behind the house, away from prying eyes.

Eventually, after plenty of cursing, Kim proudly wheeled the rebuilt contraption into Kaitlyn’s bedroom. “Surprise!”

In fairness, Kaitlyn was genuinely surprised, and also puzzled.

“It’s a genuine Buttershake Machine!” declared Kim triumphantly.

“Yes… err, yes it is,” Kaitlyn confirmed, still confused, “why… why is it here?”

“Well, you said you wanted a Buttershake yesterday, and well, I thought why not? So I… well, erm, I borrowed this one for a while, so you can have as many ‘shakes as you like!”

Kaitlyn remained in bed, peering with confusion over her vast bulk at the machine that had randomly been wheeled into her house. Kim disappeared for a moment, but promptly returned dragging a large bag of powder behind her. The label on the side read ‘Caution: Highly Calorific. Excessive Consumption May Cause Addiction’. Kim then fetched several large cartons of milk, and began loading the top compartment of the machine. With the plug in the outlet, the towering contraption came to life and began whirring, mixing the ingredients together.

“Did you know,” explained Kim authoritatively, “there’s enough mixture in that machine to make up to 300 Buttershakes?”

Kaitlyn remained perplexed at the situation, still laying in bed. After a few minutes of mixing, Kim grabbed a cup and offered her huge friend a taster.

“Mhmm… it’s… my fave!”

“I know, right?” concluded Kim, “Triple Chocolate Hot Fudge flavour! I know you so well!”

Kaitlyn smiled, and licked her lips.

“Fancy some more?”

Kaitlyn nodded, as best that she could, “Please.”

As Kim made her way to the Buttershake Machine, she stopped, paused and spun around in a terrible attempt to seem spontaneous. “Hang on a minute,” she said, “I’ve got a better idea!”

A few moments later, Kim returned with a length of clear tube, making it near impossible to believe she hadn’t pre-planned the whole thing. Firmly she pushed one end of the tube over the dispensing nozzle, ensuring it had a firm fit. Then, she unravelled the rest of the coil, and handed the other end to Kaitlyn.

“What… the heck Kim?”

“Trust me, just try it. You’ll love it!” Enthused Kim.

“Love it?! I only… wanted… a cup full! I can’t… drink… all that!”

“You don’t have to drink it all, silly! We can just stop and start it when we want.”

To demonstrate, Kim snatched the hose from Kaitlyn’s chubby grasp, and pushed the pipe into her pursing lips, and then headed to the Machine and depressing the dispensing lever. The clear tube began to flow with thick, creamy chocolate-brown liquid; it pushed its way toward Kaitlyn with slow, calorie-laden gravity.

Paralyzed with confusion, as well as not wanting to see her bedroom soaked in thick, brown Buttershake, Kaitlyn waited with the hose in her mouth as the stream of cream pushed on. Finally, with an ecstasy filled release, the Buttershake exploded into Kaitlyn’s mouth, filling her cheeks, before she gulped greedily. She gulped again. Her eyes rolled back in contentment, and she sighed. Triple Chocolate Hot Fudge was definitely her favourite.

“Is that good?” Kim enquired, still controlling the lever of the machine.

Kaitlyn nodded.

“More?” asked Kim.

Kaitlyn nodded, this time a little more cautiously, but still affirmative.

With that, Kim whipped an elastic band from her pocket, and used it to hold a steady tension on the dispensing lever of the Buttershake machine, meaning that it could run almost continuously. The off-duty waitress then turned around to admire her reappointed gainer, who lay spread across the large bed, taking most of it up, and so contented with her new supply of Buttershakes that she was currently oblivious to the subtle modification that had just been made.

Kim sat on the edge of the bed and admired her enormous feedee. The local news flashed onto the television, showing the cordoned off back door to a local restaurant, so Kim quickly changed the channel. However, the guzzling girl didn’t even notice, as she blissfully gave into her insatiable appetite, and her self-restraint began to ebb away once again.

Kaitlyn couldn’t stop. The thick, delicious, calorie-laden Buttershake simply piqued her gluttonous tendencies. The machine continued pumping and pumping, and Kaitlyn kept guzzling and guzzling, with growing abandon.

Regular bathroom breaks were the only major inconvenience, and a time when then the glutted and barely-mobile Kaitlyn would voice her concerns - she was aware of what was happening to her, or would do if she carried on gorging this way. However, Kim’s bright charismatic persona managed to quash most of Kaitlyn’s immediate concerns, and once heaved back into the large creaking bed, it didn’t take long to persuade the greedy girl to have ‘just a little more’.

Kim spent the remainder of her Sunday at Kaitlyn’s place, diligently attending to her, and most importantly, keeping her full. With some fine tuning of the elastic band, she had managed to rig the control lever of the Preston & Weisler Industrial Buttershake Machine to dispense just enough Buttershake to keep her feedee full, but allow her to digest and process the same amount. This meant that Kaitlyn could be constantly supplied with a steady stream of fresh, fattening mixture with barely a pause.

By midnight, Kaitlyn had spent almost 14 hours continuously pumped full of the heavy Buttershake mixture. One Buttershake was approximately 90 percent of a female adult's regular calorie intake, not to mention fats and sugars. Looking at the mixture hopper on top of the machine, Kim estimated that Kaitlyn had managed to down somewhere in the region of 110 servings, and she was still going. Kim couldn’t stop herself, she had become obsessed, and she wanted more.

By 1 am, both girls were almost completely exhausted. Kim announced an impromptu sleep-over, but it went with little protest from Kaitlyn, who began a gentle snore within minutes of the Buttershake machine being switched off. Her huge body had a lot to process, but it would have to be quick.

At 5 am, the silence of the bedroom was broken by the now familiar hum of the machine. Before a dazed Kaitlyn could open her heavy eyes, the return of the feeding tube breached her plump lips, and into her mouth. Before there could be any form of conscious protest, the surge of cool, rich Buttershake burst onto her taste buds, and any remaining conscious processing power was focused firmly on trying no to choke on such an unexpected, but delicious wake-up call.

“Listen, I’ve got to go to work,” chirruped an excitable Kim, “I’m on stupid breakfasts. I’ll be back soon though. Break time, I’ll come back on break, get you to the bathroom, just enjoy the ‘shakes, there’s plenty to keep you busy. Oh, I’ll try and bring you something back…”

Kaitlyn, still half asleep, didn’t have time to react to the garbled enthusiasm of her friend, and as the back door slammed shut, she drifted back in and out of a light slumber. Her body was exhausted. It was glutted, and gaining - fast. Her skeleton ached, and her joints were fatigued and cumbersome.

After some time, she considered trying to get out of bed and kill the machine, but she was so full she could barely sit up - getting out of bed in this state needed assistance. Instead, Kaitlyn tried to do what she had always done, and bury her concerns beneath the comfort of food. She had done it many times before, including after the sad loss of her favourite Aunty - who’s house Kaitlyn now resided in.

Instead Kaitlyn tried to relax, and enjoy the moment - she adored eating after all. Her concerns would have to hold for a moment, at least until Kim arrived back on her break from work, then perhaps they could talk.

Very little talking actually happened, though, as Kaitlyn spent much of the time desperately out of breath and glowing intensely. The bathroom break took twice as long as Kim’s allotted break time, as the weary, saturated body of the corpulent feedee struggled with the middling journey. Such was the lumbering whirlwind of the break, that Kaitlyn found herself back in bed and hooked up to the deluge of fattening Buttershake. Kim would finish her shift soon, and then they could talk, Kaitlyn reasoned. Once again, she buried her concern and continued to guzzle and gulp, and the machine kept on pumping, and pumping…

After just a few days, it was clear that there hadn't been much talking - at least not from Kaitlyn. Some would argue it is hard to hold a meaningful conversation with a tube continually in your mouth, and so a vast majority of the chatty dialogue had come from Kim, who’d been busy, juggling her work and her new-found fascination. Her college course would have to be sacrificed - she would be able to pick that up some other day - but Kaitlyn was potentially a once in a life-time opportunity she could not get over.

Kim managed a busy schedule of feeding, cleaning and caring for the steadily growing girl. With early starts, late finishes and careful timing, it was possible to keep Kaitlyn stuffed for between 18 to 20 hours a day! Constantly full and tired from her continual digestion and weight gain, Kaitlyn could do little to meaningfully protest.

After just one week, the resulting weight-gain was almost terrifying; Kaitlyn was averaging almost 15 pounds a day, her poor body packing on just over 100 pounds of soft, fresh fat. Day after day of none-stop fattening Buttershakes, interspersed with helpless binges on fatty foods, often brought home by Kim after her shifts at the restaurant, made the numbers somewhat easier to understand.

The rapid and arguably impressive gains had their own issues, of course. Foremost, Kaitlyn’s mobility had already been poor. After piling on over 100 pounds in a single week, it had dwindled to almost non-existent. Even standing was becoming something of a task, and bathroom breaks became long, arduous events taking almost an hour, with every doorway becoming an ever restrictive bottleneck. Most frustratingly for Kim, each increasingly long bathroom break was time that Kaitlyn wasn’t guzzling extra creamy calories. Something had to be done.

“We’re renovating,” Kim told the delivery drivers from Beds ‘R’ Us authoritatively, as they were instructed to leave the four large mattresses on the front porch a couple of days later. A quick but calculated trip to Habitation Warehouse, a local home improvement store for some other materials saw the immediate issues of Kaitlyn’s impending immobility at least somewhat solved.

With plenty of exertion, commotion and occasional cursing, Kaitlyn’s large room was transformed whilst the huge feedee patiently napping in another bedroom - the one Kim had made her almost permanent residence. The half collapsed pine bed frame was removed, and the four large mattresses took its place, each one wrapped in a clean, fresh, although not necessarily colour matched bed sheet. These took up most of the available floor space in the room, but there was still some slight access around the sides, and plenty for the slender waitress. Almost every pillow and cushion had been rounded-up in the house to provide a comfortable space. The oddments from Habitation Warehouse, along with some other sundries, provided a way to negate the restroom problem. With some ducting, a pump, connectors and a little ingenuity, Kaitlyn wouldn’t need to leave the ‘bed’. Everything was set.

When Kim awoke Kaitlyn, and then eventually assisted the almost immobilised gainer to her new ‘bed’, she expected a rise, a fight at least, even from the fatigued fatty. The events of the following week-and-a-bit had been extreme enough, and Kim knew that deep down Kaitlyn was trying to protest, but this would be a step well and truly beyond. Kim was literally feeding her fantasy, and her fantasy had very few boundaries.

To the waitresses surprise though, Kaitlyn put up very little protest, she just seemed happy to have somewhere large and comfortable to lie down and rest her groaning body. Freed from any restrictive clothing, Kaitlyn’s vast bulk lay spread across the mattresses, her size only partially covered by a light, cotton sheet, that roamed and tucked itself into the contours of her extreme obesity. Hooked up to the ‘restroom solution’ after much huffing and wrestling of fat, Kim was ready to try and persuade her corpulent captive to have ‘just one more taste’. But she didn’t have to. Kaitlyn, breathlessly, reluctantly, asked her.

“More… please. More.”

The warning label on the side of the Buttershake mixture bags rang true. Kaitlyn couldn’t help herself.