Larg-O's Stuffing House
#1 of Six Short Weight Gain Stories (series)
Originally published: October 3, 2018
Duane energetically pushed open the doors of the buffet with both his wings, a smile cracking open on the rooster's beak. It was time again for yet another month's trip to "Larg-o's Stuffing House", a local restaurant and his favorite place to eat when he went out. He liked to spend his money's worth when stepping into an all-you-can-eat buffet, always looking for the most filling and tasty items he could grab and stuff down his throat. However, this time, as he approached the greeting desk, his mind was stuck on more than just eating; this time, he was going to push his limit. His stomach let out an impatient groan, leading to Duane to rub it lovingly. "Don't worry big guy, we're gonna feed you REAL nice tonight."
As he was brought to his table, Duane wasted no time heading over to the food trays. He carelessly piled up his plate with whatever he could balance on his wings, bringing back five large platters of feet-high edibles, such as pizza, corn, mashed potatoes, sausage, steak, green beans, and of course an extra sixth plate of sweets. He wasted no time sitting down, digging in the moment his rump touched the seat. He greedily began shoving food into his beak, chewing just a few times before swallowing to make room for more food. He tossed back bread rolls and drank up gravy and shoveled peas down his gullet; the slob-like nature created small piles of food bits to form around his expanding stomach, not to mention the countless juices running down the side of his face and staining his shirt.
When he finally, unfortunately, found the last plate clean, he sat back with a satisfied burp. "Boy, you really pushed your limit this time big guy," he teased his gut, rubbing it tenderly. He had bloated out quite extensively, his belly at least three times the size of when he first entered. His thighs had bulked up with weight as well, giving the rooster a large, plush amount of extra flab to hold his gut back from falling off the booth. His arms joined the fate of his legs, growing as thick as his neck, if not bigger; the displaced cellulite pushed back against his neck and caused his inflated cheeks to sag outwards. The rooster marveled over his work, rubbing his love handles tenderly as he let out another burp. "Oh boy, that sure let up some room... hmm..." He licked his beak subconsciously. "I'm feeling hungry again."