Jim followed a few feet behind Sharon, continuing to marvel at her bulk and the manner in which she moved it. It was actually quite amazing how quickly she had adapted to the additional 1200 or so pounds on her frame. Perhaps she had always been a fat woman trapped in a skinny woman’s body.
Jim was so engrossed in watching Sharon’s frame that he didn’t see the calamity that was about to ensue. A small toddler had wandered in front of Sharon’s path. The curve of Sharon’s stomach prevented her from seeing anything shorter than her that was closer than three feet. The ch1ld glanced up as Sharon’s shadow fell over her. The girl stuck a thumb in one mouth as the massive bulk of Sharon wobbled closer and closer.
At the last moment, the ch1ld’s mother looked up and let out a shriek. The sound startled Sharon as she stumbled on her feet. Once begun in motion, her added weight and reduced balance pulled her forward. Jim watched the whole incident as if it was in slow motion. Sharon stumbled forward and the toddler moved just as Sharon would surely have stepped on it. The girl wandered off, happily sucking her thumb. Sharon went down like the Titanic onto the table just in front of her. She spun as she fell so that her back connected with the top of the table. The table immediately split in half, shooting the contents of everyone’s plate high into the air as if shot by a catapault. Sharon smashed to the floor as her own plates’ contents slid from the plate and down the front of her dress. The food from the table seemed to hang suspended in the air for a moment before it rained down on Sharon (mostly) and the table’s occupants (to a lesser extent).
Jim tossed his own plate to the side and raced over to help Sharon. Already, a few other people had arrived, though the rest of the restaurant sat in stunned silence. Sharon was struggling in vain to get to her seat as she appeared to be swimming in a sea of Chinese food. Jim grasped one of her extended arms and found his grip continually slipping due to the coating of General Tso sauce on Sharon’s hand.
Several other men gathered around Sharon, including some of the kitchen staff. Everyone grabbed a piece of her and grunted with the effort of trying to raise this beached whale. Sharon, for her part, tried to help in the effort, but was soon panting with the exertion. The team managed to get Sharon sitting upright so that her massive belly flowed out in front of her, burying her legs beneath it. Sharon wiped some of the food off of her and plopped it into her mouth as she waited for her mobility to be reinstated. She managed to find several shrimp that were lodged in her cleavage, which quickly become in the opening salvo in her war on the buffet’s wares.
Some of the men pulling on Sharon from her front switched around to her back and began pushing while those in front started pulling. For a moment, Sharon was balanced between sitting and standing before she slowly rose to her feet. Piles of noodles dropped off of her belly and splattered to the floor. Jim himself sunk into the flab of Sharon’s front, finding himself face to face with her massive breasts, before he pushed himself back.
A round of applause filled the restaurant that Sharon acknowledged with a wave of her hand and a smile. The wait staff was already leading the traumatized family that had been sitting at the table to another table while some more tried to clean up the shattered remains of the table and mop up the food. Jim led Sharon back to their table. Various sauces and pieces of food continued to drip off of Sharon as they went.
“Well, this dress is ruined. I didn’t even get a chance to wear it long” Sharon said with a look of dismay on her chubby cheeks. Jim agreed that the dress couldn’t be worn anymore today in its current state (and perhaps ever).
“But what else can you wear?” Jim asked.
A devilish gleam crossed Sharon’s eyes.
“Well, I am wearing the swimsuit beneath . . . “
“Sharon, are you serious?”
“Why not?” Sharon said with a shrug of her almost non-existent shoulders. “Some of these women in here aren’t wearing much more. And I would like to see them try to throw me out! Here, give me a hand with taking this off.”
The two of them worked just like they had to put the dress on Sharon outside, only in reverse. Soon, the stained leopard dress was off and tossed to one side. Beneath, Sharon’s pink skin was clean except for a few dabs of food remnants here and there. Jim wiped Sharon off as she sank back down to the bench at the table. The swimsuit, as before, clung to Sharon’s body, showing off every bulge of blubber to those sitting nearby. Her massive thighs, large as tree-trunks, were pushed apart by the size of her belly. Jim noted again that despite her size, there was no obvious signs of cellulite. It was if the swimsuit had simply expanded Sharon like a blow-up doll.
Flipping her hair out behind her, Sharon patted her sides with her hands and smiled at Jim.
“Let’s try this one more time. Bring on the food!”
Sat Dec 06 01:58:37 2008