This choice: fat beyond possibility...including you • Go Back... It was like you'd just stepped into the Tardis, cause this place and everyone in it where many times bigger than they appeared outside.
Each chair was like a couch, each table like one you'd expect to occupy a mansions dinning room. Each plate twice the size of a sewer lid and stacked with enough food to feed a family of four every meal for a day. Or one monsterously obese person for an appitiser if what you were seeing was correct.
Theyre wasn't a customer in here under 500 pounds. Each of them sporting masive guts and madly jiggling double and triple chins as they furiously and sloppily ate their meals, discarding all manners and civality in favour of shoving it down theyre throats with theyre hands. Theyre cloth's which where miraclously not stretched over them managed to stay clean as they were quite meticulous not to wate a speck, theyre wasn't even a dribble of grease on theyre hands or chins.
"Hello sir, let me help you to your table." Came a female voice.
You turn, and need to remind yourself to breath.
She looked like a centerfold, long flowing brunette hair that reached her shoulder, flawless tanned skin and an ideal 36-24-36 figure barely hidden by her waitress outfit.
"I uh."
"This way sir." She says before grabbing your hand.
Your really, really fat hand.
You snap out of your stupor as you look down at yourself, only to see a belly looking back up. You had to weigh at least 700lbs, yo were actually straining to waddle as she pulled you up to a massive chair and pushed you down to sit inside.
"Here we are sir." She said perily.
"What? What happened to me, I'm Huge!" You say.
She continues smiling.
"All customers are like that here sir. In this diner in another dimension we pride ourselves on letting our customers cut loose, they are free to eat as much as they want, whatever they want, get as big as they want and not have to deal with the consequences of the weight when they leave. As soon as you say your done with the meal all that weight will vanish and you'll be free to leave."
"...Oh." You say, all of this was very confusing.
She shoves a menu into your bloated hands. You flip through it quickly several things caught your eyes.
'Tower of pizza' 50 pizza covered in 18 types of cheese $1.00
'Cow on a bun' a whole cows worth of burgers, topped with bacon, cheese, a jar of mayonaise on each burger all held between two fried bun's. $.075
'Giant mutant lobsters' Lobsters from another dimension the size of minivan's, filled with 10 pounds of butter $2.00
'Everrest sunday' A 20 foot tall ice cream sundae, made with every flavour of ice cream ever made (and several still to be invented) with whipped cream, chocolate chips, fried bannanas and a mouth watering fried lard ball painted with candy syrup to look like a cherry $1.50
You look at the menu with a critical eye before turning back to the waitress. She seems to pick up what your thinking.
"I know it seems cheap but trust me it's all good."
You look back at the menu, speachless.
"Tell you what hon, I'll leave you for a minute to look over and I'll bring out something to nibble on while you decide ok?" She turns around and walks away.
Your too engrossed i the menu to watch after her.
"So another live one?" Another waitress asked as she walks by the brunette.
"Yep, even told him he'd lose the weight when he left." She chuckles.
"Well that's true enougth." The other one say, looking over at a several ton european looking man, sitting still while food floated up towards his mouth, he was wearing what looks like a ww2 soldier uniform, helmet and all.
"Just a shame they never want to leave."
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