by kid a » Mon Mar 05, 2018 10:28 am
Part 5
“Big” was the operative word that evening. From the big, long awaited return of the mystery couple, to the sight of her big, cellulite ridden ass and thighs...culminating with a HUGE night for Seth at the poker table.
He simply couldn’t miss. Every small pocket pair he held seemed to flop a devastating set against a well heeled opponent, while his own aces and kings sailed by unscathed sending many an adversary back to the cashier for more chips.
Heading for the exits with close to $10,000 crammed into his wallet, he knew the time was right to dive into the game again full-time. After consulting with his mentor, he booked a trip to Macau and set out again on his own, leaving Las Vegas behind in the jet trails.
The next year seemed to fly by. 18 hour days at the poker table became the norm, and his bankroll rose and fell like the tides from the mix of sharp-tooth pros and rich, gambling businessmen at the tables.
But stayed at the party too long it seemed. A brutal two month stretch of cold cards and bad beats left him once again left his bank account drained and his confidence shaken. So with his tail between his legs, he caught the cheapest flight back to Vegas. Sipping a beer in coach, he logged into the in-Flite WiFi and after hesitating, sent a message to his old boss at the Bellagio. “Hey man...does the buffet still need help?”
They did, and back home he got re-acquainted with his old routine and quickly accustomed to the less exciting existence of a service worker. Soon he forgot all about Macau. And had almost forgotten entirely about that mystery couple until fate brought the three back together one Saturday night.
Standing behind his usual spot at the sushi station, he was shaking off the malaise of a 10 hour shift when the double doors swung open. In sauntered the man, sizing up the room and looking around for a suitable spot to dine. Seth froze, waiting for his fattened lover to follow suit; but for a moment he stood there alone.
The man turned around, and seemed to roll his eyes. Motioning to the a Greeter by the door, a large vase was pushed aside as if to make room for something. Seth was confused until he heard a beep, followed by the low whirring of an electric motor and her grand entrance.
In she rolled on a bright pink Rascal Scooter, taking a long drink from the oversized tropical drink that rested in her cup holder. Seth’s jaw dropped farther than ever as he sized her up. If he thought she was fat 18 months ago, that memory seemed downright skinny in contrast to the gelatinous blob of a woman crammed into that cute little vehicle.
The face he saw was unrecognizable from the first night that he laid eyes on her. Her thick, triple chins melted into jowly cheeks and a soft neck that poured down onto the top of her muumuu. Wide, round and massive upper arms sprouted out of the gown’s cavernous openings, cresting onto her forearms in a cascade of blubber while her dimpled hands nervously stroked her sides.
It was hard to tell where her breasts ended and her belly began. Roll upon roll of blubber sprouted out from her torso, filling all the space the scooter had to offer and resting heavily into and over its steering wheel.
Her hips, easily 5 feet across, poured out past the sides of the seat. A triumphant mess of creases, saddle-bags and blubber binding into her belly and resting upon her gigantic thighs. Her calves alone must have been 30 inches around, the image of pure gluttony concluding with fat feet crammed tightly into a pair of (laughable) running shoes.
She putt-putted along behind her date, blushing red as she tried to ignore the inevitable gawking of the other diners nearby. As they arrived at a large table (no fitting all of THAT into a booth, Seth thought to himself with a chuckle) she lurched to the side and began the difficult process of extracting her bulk from the seat.
The man braced himself as he gripped onto her fat hands and forearms. She nearly fell over in the process; even her physically fit companion seemed shaken by the effort, wiping sweat from his brow and shooting her a sarcastic glance as he sat down.
She stood there, huffing and puffing as she tried to regain her composure. Her enormous belly apron sagged down over and past her knees, while her corpulent upper arms jiggled and swayed wildly as she planted her palms against the table to steady herself.
Finally (somewhat) recovered, she turned sideways and maneuvered her enormous backside towards the chair. Falling into it with a soft thud, her huge fat ass overflowed the undersized seat on each side, easily a foot of blubber oozing out and dangling ponderously towards the floor.
The man as usual seemed unconcerned. However it was clear she was no longer going to be sent to retrieve her own feast, so he stood up without a word and headed towards the line. Grabbing two trays and a stack of 8 plates, he looked back at her with a cocked eyebrow and made his way down to the pasta bar.
Seth was so transfixed by it all that he forgot he was staring. That was until he gazed up and saw her looking directly back at him with a curious look on her fat face. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say “what are you looking at??”; Seth snapped back to reality and looked down at his shoes, pretending to be distracted by something out of sight.
Back at the table, Heather looked away from Seth and sighed as her huge belly growled with hunger. What was taking him so long?