Last Customer

You ever have that customer that you can't take your eyes off? You know that one guy that is so incredibly good looking, with such a great physic, and just enough of a belly that you can see his shirt is just a little bit tight around the middle? That one guy that you can't help but wonder what he'd look like with just a few extra pounds on him. No? Just me? Or maybe...?

I work in an Italian restaurant as a cook, and the kitchen sits with a window facing the dining room, so I can see all the customers, but they usually ignore us. But there is this one guy that I just can't get out of my mind. His name is Kenneth, but he prefers Ken. One of our servers happened to be late this one day, so I had to take over as host until my coworker arrived. Thank god I did.

Ken was a sweet guy, slim, with short trimmed gray hair and beard. He worked at the law firm around the corner, and was usually unable to make it home for lunch and dinner, so he usually stopped in to eat. He always made my day, coming in and giving me a wave before being seated. He often sat in view of the kitchen, and I'd catch him looking my way, and he'd in turn catch me. I couldn't help it, he was a handsome guy, and I often found myself jacking off at home or in the bathroom stall.

Ken came in one day and mentioned that he was working on a case that was stressing him out, in turn he wasn't eating properly, and sometimes would go a day without eating. I couldn't have that. Our best customer not eating? No no no. I couldn't have him losing weight when he looked so good with the small belly he had. So, I made a plan.

When I didn't see him in during his regular meal times, I went out of my way to cook up his favorite meal, being sure to make a bit extra for him, and would walk it over to his firm and drop it off for him, with a note saying, "Can't have our best customer not eating due to stress. Relax, you've got this. Eat up. On me." I paid for the meals out of my paycheck, which wasn't a big hit to my funds, and I was happy to do it. I'd later get a letter from him giving his thanks and appreciation.

It wasn't until there was an entire month that he didn't come in, and I was growing concerned. I made extra meals for him and continued to drop them at his firm. I'd leave more notes for him, acknowledging my concern that we hadn't seen him in for a while. But his letters kept coming with his appreciation, occasionally mentioning that he has been so swamped he hasn't been able to leave work until after we've closed, and that the delivered meals were a wonderful gift. He even often sent cash with his letter, wanting to pay me back for the meals. It was sweet of him, and I just turned around and put that money toward me meals for him.

Another month went by, and I kept delivering meals to my favorite attorney. I was growing sad that he hadn't come in in so long, the rest of my coworks told me he wasn't coming back in, and convinced me to stop delivering the meals. I gave in a few days later and stopped.

One night, just before we were about to close, a man came in to eat. Typical suit and tie, though the suit looked a size too small for him. His gray goatee was whitening on the chin, and his graying hair had whitened on the sideburns a bit. He was very attractive, and the gut he sprouted was round and taught, making him look about nine months pregnant, his white dress shirt hugged his gut nicely, and when he sat facing the kitchen I caught the sight of his shirt buttons stretching and straining to contain his bulging gut. He gave a big exhale and rubbed his gut. He looked familiar, but I couldn't figure out where I had seen him before.

He ordered his meal and I watched it get delivered to him. It wasn't until he gave me a some and wave that I finally recognized him. My mouth dropped as I realized it was Ken. I didn't hesitate to walk out give him a hello. He stood and shook my hand, causing it to barely brush gently against his plump gut. He gave me a smile before pulling me into a hug, I enjoyed the feeling of his solid gut pressing against me. When he pulled away and I sat with him for a little while, he explained that he had been so swamped with work, and that my meals were the highlight of his days. Though he had begun over eating, by ordering sandwiches at work, and pizza at home, and stress eating. But he could never say no to my meals. They were delicious and better than any old sandwich or pizza. His weight gain only got worse when I started providing extra food with the meals. When he didn't receive a meal for a few days, he thought it was best to come in after his shift, before we closed.

It wasn't until I apologized for causing his weight gain that he put his hand on my arm and gave a gentle smile. His voice kind as he spoke. "Don't you dare apologize for having a kind heart. Your deliveries always made me smile. It's my own fault for not controlling my impulses. Besides.." He looked around, then leaned in and whispered so as to not be overheard by the employees cleaning. "I actually rather enjoy the new weight. I'm fact, I was hoping you'd be interested in helping out continue to climb." My cock twitched in my pants, and his voice returned to normal. "I live alone, and you're a good looking guy. I'd love to spend more time with you."

"YES!" I blurted. Stunned by my own outburst. I lowered my voice and did my best to control my excitement. "I mean, yes. I'd love to spend more time with you as well. Along with other activities." I glanced down at his gut and he chuckled as he sat up and gave it a pat.

"Excellent," he then put both hands on his gut and rattled his fingers on his with a raised brow. "What do you say we get started tonight?"

I didn't hesitate to rush back to the kitchen and cook up several meals for him. He ate while I cleaned and readied to close. Throughout my cleaning I made several extra meals to take home. When I finally finished, I was the last employee at work. Being a shift lead and almost manager had its perks. Thankfully my boss wasn't smart enough to put cameras up in the building, because when I went back to walk out with Ken his buttons had stretched so much that they were exposing his hairy gut between the inch wide gaps. He was rubbing his swollen gut, and groaned when I helped him stand.  He gave a large UUUUUURRRRRRPPP right in my face, and I lost it. I surged forward and gave him a deep passionate kiss, and he kissed me back just as passionately. I couldn't take my hands off his gut.

It took a while, but we eventually left a building and I locked up. He stated he usually took a taxi him, but tonight I drove him. I made sure to stop at several fast food places on the way home to get him a few burgers, while he directed me to his home.

I'll just say that that night was spent making out, feeding and getting him to pop his buttons. Making him groan and belch while I grinded against his hairy swollen gut. My favorite was pulling his pants down and bending him over the table. I bred him good and hard, while he belched and groaned and ate. Not once did we touch his cock. I made him cum several times just by playing with his nipples or breeding his ass, and rubbing his belly. In fact, we discovered that he could also cum just by being painfully full, feeling like he was going to split open.

Needless to say, I had many plans for my new boyfriend.