Country Buffet - Clarabelle

I was looking back through some of my writings recently, and was reminded of this piece that I think is kind of a gem. The original idea for the story was going to be from the point of view of a waitress that works in a Golden Corral type country buffet. She would observe numerous tables filled with different types of alluring wide women, mostly based off established weight gain characters from established works. I started down this path on Writing.com, but never got past establishing the players. I went back at one point recently and told this tale of Clarabelle and her mother, two wide women who have quite the capacity to eat. I really like how it turned out. Let me know what you all think of it, and if you like the idea as a whole. The big ending was going to revolve around a young chubby girl who just got dumped, and the waitress was going to use all the positive vibes from her larger customers to help aid this growing beauty in finding her way. I hope you all enjoy.

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"Good evening ladies!" You say with a smile as you approach table with what looks clearly like a mother and daughter out together. You peg the daughter as high school aged, or maybe a little older. What's plain to tell though is they are both very fat, the mother noticeably bigger than her daughter though.

The mom seems to be wearing some form of a sun dress. Her hooters are quite large, and filling much of the front of the dress. Her daughter on the other hand seems dressed much more conservatively.

You take their drink order, and watch from your server station as they both get up and head towards the buffet. It is only then that you realize they both carry much of their weight in their lower half. The younger of the two, wearing very tight leggings, couldn't help but jiggle her fat ass as she walked up and down the buffet line. 

"Honey, is that all you are going to eat?" The mother said in a concerned tone. Her daughter had returned to the table with a plate about half as full as her mother's. "Have as much as you would like, that's why they call it 'all you can eat'."

Her daughter seemed hesitant. "Mom, it's just I'm trying to watch what I eat. I don't want to have too much." She replied sheepishly. It was at this point that you dropped off their two very large sodas. Your establishment didn't scrimp when it came to serving sizes.

"Nonsense." You could her the mother saying as you walked away, but still within ear shot. "You're a young growing girl, you should be filling your plate."

The daughter clearly knew just how overly obese she was, but her mother's opinion seemed hard to change. "Mom, the only way I'm growing is fatter. And it's places like this that are contributing to that. You know I have a hard time controlling my appetite, I don't know why you insist on bringing me places like this."

"Clarabelle, I don't know how many times I've told you, you don't have an eating problem. You're a healthy young woman. I insist on bringing you here to show you that you have nothing to worry about. Now eat up."

Clarabelle reluctantly started in on her plate, but as she ate it was evident that she couldn't help but enjoy herself. You knew the food here was good, which was why customer routinely over did themselves.

After her first small plate was gone, she headed up for another, which was noticeably more packed than before. Her mother gave her a smile that she ignored, and just started to eat what was in front of her.

Now she was really eating with ferocity. Half way through the plate she felt compelled to remove her jeans jacket which hid most of her upper half, now leaving it covered only by a tight white tank top. Now the whole world could see just how chunky her arms were, and how well balanced her chest was compared to her bulging belly.

As she finished off her second plate her mother was just getting started with hers. "Going to have one more dear?" Her mother asked, knowing the pace that her daughter was going at that she still had plenty of room.

Without a response, Clarabelle just heaved herself up from the table, using the arms of her chair for support. You were bringing a refill on the sodas over as Clarabelle had started to head off for the buffet once more. You were privy to the display of her ass as it jiggled away from you, one tightly packed ass cheek squeezed to make room for the other. Also now without her jacket on, you could see how much of a muffin top her tight leggings created, with quite the round pair of love handles sticking out on each side of her. 

All of a sudden a plate plopped down hard on the table. Clarabelle had returned, and brought quite a load of food with her. Slowly lowering herself into her seat, making sure she didn't clip one of the arms of her chair with her wide hips. Meanwhile her hearty mother glanced at what delights her daughter had returned with.

The plate rivaled her mother's normal portions, even casting a shadow on her previous two plates. The plate had been meticulously constructed for maximum capacity. Mashed potatoes glued down a foundation of fried chicken, all of which was covered in a thick gravy. A couple other meats lay carved atop the heap, and all the nooks and crannies had been filled in with corn that shimmered from all the butter it had absorbed.

With a fork in hand, Clarabelle started in on her third and biggest plate of the night. Her mother said nothing, and just enjoyed her own filling meal from the other side of the table.

Clarabelle ate like she was the only one in the restaurant, focusing solely on her food. She was almost in a trance. For someone so reluctant at first, she sure had an appetite. It was easy to see what had lead to such an expansion such as hers. At this point her mother only acted as a reflection of who she would soon become, and most likely surpass in the near future.

With her plate emptying, she didn't even notice when her mother left to go restock. You don't think she even notices you as you bring over another large cup of soda to replace hers when it inevitably runs dry. The one thing that does seem to get her out of her trance though is an empty plate. Scooping the last of the gravy mixed potatoes up with a fork, Clarabelle took a moment to breathe.

She leaned back a bit, balancing out her hunched over nature during her meal. Rubbing her bloated gut, she could only be internally thinking about what a mistake it was to come here, and how all the calories will only keep increasing her waistline. Her stomach felt tauter then when she arrived, but she wasn't completely full. Full enough though that she didn't want to heave herself up to go back in line for more.

Lucky, or maybe unlucky for her, her mother was on her way back with two full plates. Clarabelle didn't notice her mother's return until she was coming around the backside of the table to her seat. Then all of a sudden she placed a plate down in front of her more than satisfied daughter.

"Here you go sweetie, I decided to get you a little something while I was up. I knew you couldn't be full yet." Clarabelle shot a dagger filled look at her mother, as they both knew what was going on here. But just a moment later Clarabelle pushed those feelings aside as she knew she couldn't resist the tempting plate in front of her. Although her stomach was satisfied, her appetite was not, and as long as she still had room she would continue to eat.

So she stuck a fork in the cheese covered noodles, excited for the flavor that was about to be in her mouth. 

With four plates down, and three large sodas emptied, Clarabelle had finished quite the dinner. Good thing this place was all you could eat, or she would have racked up quite the bill. Clarabelle sat in her chair, feeling shameful of everything she had eaten. Her stomach pushed further than ever into her lap and had started to lose a battle with the bottom hem of her tank top. The separation from her tight black leggings, revealed an expanding sliver of the soft pale white skin that lie underneath. Clarabelle felt like such a glutton, but still she could not stop herself.

Which is why her heart sank as she looked back towards the bustling buffet, only to see her mother waddling back to the table carrying two plates of dessert. She noticed how big her own mother's stomach had gotten, and the tension is was putting on the middle of her sun dress. This caused her knockers to be even more revealed, jiggling with each footfall. She wore a big smile, and she approached her daughter, who could only cringe as the two sweet filled plates landed in front of her.

Clarabelle had had enough. "Mom!" She whined. "What are you doing to me?"

"Now I'll have none of that." Her mother retorted. "We've had a lovely dinner, and no dinner would be complete without a little dessert." Little was an understatement. The two plates had just about every dessert the establishment offered. Slices of cakes, several brownies, various cookies and puddings, along with slices of each flavored pie and assorted pastries.

"But mom, I've had four plates of food, I don't need anymore." Clarabelle didn't want to roll over as easily as she normally would, even though she had to admit the desserts we're looking pretty good.

"Four plates is nothing. Don't you remember Christmas? You ate plenty more than this. But I guess if you're so full, then you won't be temped by any of this." She gestured to the sugar bombs in front of her. "We will just wait her for our check."

Of course the waiting didn't last very long. Clarabelle started to squirm in her seat, unable to take her eyes off the bevy of desserts. Very quickly her resolve broke and she grabbed a brownie and shoved it in her mouth. The smile returned to her mother's face, as she continued.

"Miss?" The matriarch called out, getting your attention. "Can my daughter get a large vanilla milkshake to wash all this down with?" You nodded but before you could leave she continued. "And how about a chocolate one for me?" She said happily.

"Of course." You replied before heading to the milkshake station behind the counter. 

 After the milkshakes were delivered, Clarabelle slowly and systematically sucked down every treat her mother had plucked for her. At the end she had two eclairs and a cannoli left. Feeling completely full, she bit off half of one of the eclairs.

On the other side of the table her mother was signing the credit card receipt that you had dropped off. "Just a few more bites honey and we can head home." The words sounded encouraging, but to Clarabelle they felt antagonizing.

At this point Clarabelle was fully leaned back in her seat, giving her belly as much room to breathe as possible. The battle of the bulge was very much lost. Her tank top was riding up by inches as her stomach only continued to swell as she filled it. It had even gotten so big it had pushed down the waistband of her leggings. There was no hiding her pale white belly now. She continued to rub it, trying to make room for these few last treats.

Pushing the rest of the eclairs past her lips she was one step closer to finishing. Fetching the cannoli in her hand as her mouth continued to finish the eclairs, she was ready for this night to be over.

Clarabelle had been pushing herself to the limit more and more recently. If it wasn't an all you can eat place like this, it was usually at home, where the pantry over run with bad decision. She had also started to use family holidays as an excuse to let her appetite wild and stuff herself so much she could barely move, much like she had recently done at Christmas.

Having picked up this habit last year during the holidays, she had proceeded to pack on some serious weight in the past year. Having graduated high school, feeling almost direction less, eating was at least something she could distract herself with. But now with hips that grazed both sides of her chair, a stomach that spilled into her lap while sitting, and a chest that felt life a FF sized water bed, she knew her eating was out of control.

The flaky cannoli with it's signature creamy middle was nothing but a sinful reminder of her behavior. As much as she wanted to fight it, she felt compelled to give in, and with one last plop the cannoli disappeared between her lips.

One eclair left. And while she held it, for some reason she felt a sense of pride that she had finished this massive meal. She was one eclair away from what could be perceived as a victory. She took a big bite, and from the other end shot a dollop of cream, right on to her belly. Not letting a calorie go undevoured, she scooped up that cream with her finger and right in her mouth it went.

Just a few bites later it was done. She had finally finished, and she was officially stuffed. Needing some assistance from her mother, she slowly rose for her seat. Her belly came to a rest once she was standing. Since it had pushed past her leggings earlier, it now hung over her waistband, and a bit out in front of her due to how full it was.

Her mother grabbed her jacked, as they both slowly made their way to the door. Clarabelle clutched her full stomach with both arms, trying not to jostle it as much as possible. The older of the pair waved goodbye to all the staff she had come to know, and said a hearty goodbye to you as they passed. Clarabelle just ignored everything going on around her and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, while stifling her groans.

"Come again!" The hostess said as they left.

"See you next week!" Clarabelle's mother replied gleefully.