Chef Hu's eyes widened in fear. He'd heard the sound of tile cracking and looked up from the chicken he was chopping. Through the order window, across the tables of food, the largest customer he'd ever set eyes on had just waddled in. An "average Jim" kind of guy held the double doors open as if her gravity would cause them to shut at any moment.
Hu was used to big people who ate a lot. It was typical of the scene as the head chef for an all you can eat buffet in the stomach of America. He saw each sports team that visited as a challenge! The battles were sometimes grueling, he remembered the time half the staff was out sick and they were the only place open on Thanksgiving. Or the time the college football league held qualifying games in town. Hu's expression changed to inspired, this leopard-whale-woman would surely eat a lot, and he'd rise to the challenge. Fire filled his eyes, and orders went out to the lesser chefs. It was war.
Sharon felt the floor crack under her girth. "Oops"
"I'll pay for that; Could you get us a table?", Jim told the pale teenage waiter.
The waiter stared. He kept staring. He stared some more. Sharon's brought her inflated arm to her lips, and blew him a playful kiss. The boy turned and sprinted to the kitchen and said something quietly. Mandarin warcries were heard back. The waiter returned and said "This way."
He lead them to a side room, meant for large gatherings. The other customers were in shock. A few slung comments at Sharon, "Whale!", but she took it in stride smiling back. A waitress was setting up a table, one side had a normal chair, the other side had an array of chairs 4x4 with the backs taken off to form a platform. The table came prepared, a glass of water for Jim and a pitcher for Sharon.
"Enjoy yourlunch. The buffetisoverthere. Start wheneveryoulike" the waiter quivered and disappeared.
"Thanks." Jim offered.
Sharon's stomach let out a deafening growl. Someone dropped their tray. Another clapped. She put her hands together arm flesh slapping and looked at the buffet hungrily. Sharon stuffed herself between tables of other patrons, clamoring for the food. At the buffet she was forced to turn sideways to reach, but grabbed a tray and began piling it with food. The tray filled with various delicacies full of fats and carbohydrates, she reached for another and piled it high. Each towering mass of food had emptied part of the buffet, leaving nothing behind. Jim found something Sharon hadn't gotten to yet and snatched it up before his meal was claimed (A plate of orange chicken, broccoli beef, and rice was Jim's lunch).
The food was hardly any extra weight for her arms to carry, and Sharon hefted the two trays back to the table. She'd kept a serving spoon from the buffet, and started shoveling it all down. Jim could only watch in awe. "That was a tasty appetizer, but now I'm really hungry." Both trays empty and pitcher drained, she rolled off her platform, lumbered up and headed back to prowl for more to eat. Jim watched the makeshift dress strain and warp as Sharon billowed beneath it. Her breasts swung side to side, their mass refusing to give up the inertia after each step.
Hu prepped as fast as he could. This day would not be his defeat.
Mon Dec 01 19:07:42 2008