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The Proof is in the Pudding




Katie was very unclear as to how she came about the circumstance she was in, but that circumstance was dire.

“Prove it,” he insisted again.

Katie’s tongue lay dry in her mouth like a reddish toad. She knew what would happen if she proved her point. The pleasurable pulsation quaking from her middle and vibrating her flesh should have been enough physical proof. But still he asked.

Rolling back through memory, Katie though she found the exact moment when the undeniable feeling struck.

Yes, it was sometime during her drive home. Katie was tuning out NPR when the sudden yearn struck. Hunger boiled within, more so than it normally did around five in the evening. After work she generally felt hungry, nothing a few tacos or packets of ramen could not fix. However, that after work sensation was more than just low blood sugar and depleted calories – it was a ravenous need that forced her sneaker harder down on the gas pedal.

Fast food restaurants lined the boulevards like illuminated charnel houses – none would suffice. She knew that her stomach would require more than her pocketbook would allow in order to be filled. It was uncharacteristic and uncouth of her to have such a feeling of starvation, though Katie focused more on finding a suitable place to sup than to worry about such small details.

A golden mosque in the desert revealed itself: The Purple Panda Buffet. “All You Can Eat” touted the sign in the window. With utter disregard for local traffic laws, Katie swerved right from the far left lane and into the restaurant parking lot.

“Good evening,” the man at the front desk greeted, smiling and bowing slightly. “One?”

“Yes, please. A table closest to the food.”

“Of course. This way please.”

Katie nervously wrung her hands in replacement of massaging out the hunger cramps in her midsection as her host lead her through the crowd of both empty and full tables to a two-seater in the corner.

“Your waitress will take care of you in a moment, enjoy your meal.”

“Thanks.”

Katie nervously fidgeted while the delectable smell wafted from the steam trays. She could imagine the scent as a long arm of fog, drifting under her nostrils and waving a steamy finger beneath her nose to beckon her to its source.

“Sprite,” was all Katie said to her waitress before grabbing the silverware out of her hands and making a bee-line to the warmed plates. She seized two of the larger sized plates and proceeded to fill it with heaps of Asian cuisine.

A bed of pork-fried rice comforted Mar Far chicken with Crab Rangoon and egg rolls resting on either side. Katie’s second plate was heaped high with lo mein, broccoli beef and sweet-sour pork.

Patience failed her as she cast aside chopsticks and shoveled her meal into her mouth bite by bite with a fork and spoon. The soft drink’s carbonation burned down her throat as she guzzled the glass in a single go, a stifled belch all that remained. Resisting the urge to lick her plates clean, Katie left the fork and spoon on top of her still-folded napkin and hurried to obtain a third and fourth helping.

Happy Family, crispy pan-fried noodles, kung-pao and General Tso’s chicken all met their fate within the confines of her stomach. The chewed remains of her meal swam along side imitation crab and garlic shrimp within a sea of egg drop and wonton soup. The fresh fruit she consumed for dessert required Katie unfasten the button on her Capri’s and the ice cream after that required her zipper to be pulled down.

Bloated, content and nervously shaking her leg to avoid rubbing her full belly, Katie waited patiently for the check. After another re-fill of her fountain drink, the proprietor came by with, weighed down by a fortune cookie, the check.

“You must have been very hungry, you ate quite a lot.”

In a fit of bravery, Katie responded with a wave of her hand, “Oh, I’m sure I could eat more than this. I did, however, eat a bit more than my pants could contain.”

The host covered his mouth while he snickered harmlessly. “I see then. Well, why don’t you prove it? You eat fortune cookie.” He pointed squarely at the hoof-like confection.

“A challenge, eh? Alright.” Katie snapped the cookie in two and slid both halves into her mouth at once. “Aww, what a gyp,” she moaned, wincing slightly as the cookie paste squeezed down her esophagus. It sat heavily on top of the already heaping mound within her abdomen, leaving a feeling that Katie had not quite swallowed it completely. “This cookie had no fortune.”

“A cookie without fortune is bad omen,” the man said, turning on his heels and walking back to the front desk.

Mulling over his words, Katie left her payment and stood up. The weight in her stomach shifted, causing a burning sensation and coaxing out another soft belch. No sooner than the seething was diagnosed as indigestion, Katie realized it was in fact hunger. The myth of one feeling hungry immediately after eating Chinese food had some basis in fact, but not on a person that ate so much as to leave her stomach mildly distended. The sudden appetite welled to such a proportion that she felt as if she had not eaten at all. In fact, she felt as if she had not eaten in an unreasonably long length of time. Light-headed, Katie leaned over next to the tray containing lo mein and clutched her stomach. In her state, Katie could not resist the lure of the food’s aroma and began lapping up the noodles with not so much as a utensil.

Katie continued to wolf down the contents of the tray, unaware of the complete (and sudden) lack of patrons and the host locking the front entrance and cutting the lights in the dining area. The waitress twisted the Venetian blinds closed and flipped the “All You Can Eat” sign which then displayed “Closed for Renovations” to passersby.

Katie barely felt gravity’s pull grow stronger as her stomach expanded to accommodate the entire contents of the lo mein bin; all she felt was the unsettling desire to eat. Even after having eaten more than an average person could in the span of a day, Katie continued delving herself face-first into tray after tray of food.

By the time she had seven such trays under her belt, Katie’s body set about the job of metabolizing her unceasing meal. Her sweater slid up over the dome of her potbelly while her panties slid beneath it. Her thighs and buttocks fleshed out, growing in stress-free comfort within her unbuttoned pants as her breasts’ and upper arms’ plumping threatened to tear the fabric of her tight top.

Knowledge of decency left Katie’s paradigm as her ill-fitting attire tore asunder, rendering her stark-nude while obesity struck her body faster and faster as she desperately quested to fill herself enough to cease the hunger. Having consumed a full section of Chinese fare, Katie did not resemble the svelte form she painstakingly maintained as much as a corpulent doppelganger. The fat-strained flesh of her belly formed a low apron that blanketed her broad thighs. The dimpled enormity of her derriere waggled in the air, growing ever bigger as Katie leaned forward over the counter and scooped more into her maw. Her breasts were large enough to cause a hindrance, pushing up against the fat of her chin as she leaned further in to lick up the remaining scraps of meat in the near-empty pan of sesame chicken.

Katie’s muscles were completely unaccustomed to such sudden weight upon her bones and she gradually became debilitated. Lying on the floor in a heap of jiggling flesh, Katie had not the strength to fidget her legs in effort to stop from crying out for more food. Out of the dining area’s shadows stepped Katie’s waitress.

In the dim light, Katie could not make out what her name tag read, so she simply called out “Hey, you!”

Through nothing short of telepathy, the waitress pinched a sesame seed ball between two chop sticks. Meticulously, she sauntered over to the prone and impatient Katie to offer the sweet bun. She widened her mouth to the point of unhinging her jaw in order to gobble the ball down whole. There was brief, quiet moment after Katie swallowed before her body suddenly surged outward in twisted disregard for the laws of anatomy. Her belly bounced forward while her behind inched back, both squeaking as they slid across the linoleum. Pleasure momentarily interrupted the perpetual desire to fill herself with more as the waitress firmly slid her nails over Katie’s back. Cradling Katie’s head within the crook of her arm, the waitress sidled up to her immobile guest and offered up another sesame seed dumpling. Cradling her belly fat as she swallowed, Katie felt a new sort of pleasure in the sensation of her belly overflowing over her grasp.

After half a dozen such treats, Katie had grown to such a girth that her hands and feet sunk into the accumulated flesh of her arms and legs. Her face, round and flushed, was contorted in pleasure from the pulsations radiation out from her leviathan belly. It was quaking, creaking and sloshing audibly from the pressure it contained, resembling a crashed weather balloon propped up by the doughy halves of her buttocks.

“Full…” was all that sputtered from her food-clotted mouth.

Applauding dryly, the proprietor advanced to Katie’s monumentally bloated form.

”Prove it.”

Katie’s feet were wiggling nervously. Swallowing, she shook her head as much as her corpulence would allow.

“Prove it,” he insisted again.

Katie’s tongue lay dry in her mouth like a reddish toad. She knew what would happen if she proved her point. The pleasurable pulsation quaking from her middle and vibrating her flesh should have been enough physical proof. But still he asked.

Seeing nothing past her globular breasts, Katie could not see thumping veins on her belly and innie-turned-outie navel that left the restaurant host unfazed. Neither could she see the scoop of chocolate pudding quivering in his grasp.

Katie was too fat for the host to reach her mouth without the assistance of a stepstool. Hugging the fat about Katie’s back, the waitress clung onto a roll like the rung of a ladder with one arm and received the pudding spoon with another.

The waitress fingered Katie behind her ear, eliciting a gasp of pleasure – just enough of a chance for the pudding-laden spoon to be thrust into her open mouth.

The strong, undeniable taste of chocolate rekindled the smallest iota of hunger within her trembling belly and she had no choice to swallow it.

The host caught the waitress as she leapt down from Katie’s back and the two made their way to cover behind a section of the buffet, gazing up at Katie from behind a sneeze-guard.

Katie could see nothing but the pillows of her breasts pushing up against her face. Beneath those breasts, her stomach billowed up at a disastrous pace. The fat multiplying under her skin continued until the creaking of her skin drawing too tight was nearly deafening.

The creaking, however, was no where near as deafening as the sound of Katie’s belly rupturing, exploding its contents across the restaurant. Clods of meat and snares of entrails rained down upon the empty food bins and against the plexiglass sneeze guards. Chunks of Katie’s fat continued to swell even as they careened through the air and thudded against walls and to the ground. A burst shell, Katie’s remains slumped in on itself amidst a pool of her insides.

The waitress gazed at the host lovingly and muttered, “I could get bigger than her.”

The proprietor smiled, creases forming at his eyes, and responded, “Prove it.”
The last story I wrote was, as some say, light-hearted. This story's heart is covered in steel spikes and pulsing with the ichor of fallen angels! Muahahaha!

This tale is loosely based the "All You Can Eat" series drawn by :iconfirefox02002:. Such pieces can be seen here, there, maybe here, most certainly there and by clicking me. I didn't go into detail as to whether or not the protagonist was indeed a mouse-girl as the Katie in the pictures was, or a girl-girl, so I'll leave that tidbit up to you, the reader.

This is rather direct and straight to the point, I didn't try any newfangled techniques or situations - just some good ol' girl-eats-until-she-goes-splodies action. If you like that sort of thing, read on! If you only like the sort of thing until the splodies happen, then don't read the third-to-last paragraph.

Anywhoo, I thank :iconfirefox02002: for the inspiration, and for his friend Sakaretsu for letting me base the Katie in this yarn on her character Katie. Katie ahoy!
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BobLynch Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
One of my favorite types of expansion!
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2012   Writer
I'm glad that you liked it!
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jonny234 Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2011
Only thing off was realism but I like sci fi movies so I can't complain you did a great job that is why a will fav one of your stories without even reading it
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2012   Writer
Thanks kindly! I'm sure the story would appreciate being read, though, for that is its fate!
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Forcedlactationlover Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Another of your stories that I love so much. You have a gift for gluttons getting what they deserve; Something we enjoy so much when we see it. Thanks for another!
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2011   Writer
You're welcome, and thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts!
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shapelypear77 Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2011
guess there alway be some one to fill that need some where
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2011   Writer
Yes indeed.
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gigmadesh200 Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2010
ya ever think of doing a sequel where the waitress tries to that she could get bigger than her
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2010   Writer
I'm sorry to say that I don't plan on writing a sequel to this. What happens next is all in the imagination!
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gigmadesh200 Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2010
how come writers always leave it up to the viewer's imagination don't ya think it's a little cruel for us to have write sequels to stories that you writer's could do yourself
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2010   Writer
I'm sorry if you find it cruel, but that's the way the bee bumbles. I can't speak for other writers, but I find writing sequels redundant unless I plan on writing a series. Why write about the same thing when one can write something different?
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KaijuDuke Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2009
awesome! Could you do another in which we see the waitress getting stuffed until she bursts too?
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2009   Writer
I'm glad you liked it! It's very unlikely that a sequel would come of this, but I'm sure you can conjure up the desired scene with the power of imagination!
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PaladinGideon Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2008
This reading is one of my favorites. I put this on par with Sickstar's "Abduction of the fan-girls" only this had a lot more plot an emphasis on the characters. I knew what kind of character Katie was suppose to be. In Sickstar's they were suppose to be anime-fans...but they certainly didn't seem like it. So two thumbs up from this fellow writer.
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2008   Writer
Thanks very much! I appreciate the comparison to Sickstar, he's quite the talented spinner of yarns.
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PaladinGideon Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2008
You are very welcome ^^
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crazystef Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2007
I love this story ^^ reminds me about some of my fantasies though.
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2007   Writer
Well I'm quite glad that you do. If this is in line with your fantasies, then you, Firefox02002 and I are quite alike.
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crazystef Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2007
Yes i think (and hope) so. You have a size limit on the WG?
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2007   Writer
Size... limit? I know not of which you speak!
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crazystef Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2007
About the woman's you make gain weight in your story's. Do you have a limit of how big they can get?
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2007   Writer
I was being facetious. Sky's the limit, me boyo!
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crazystef Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2007
What do you meen whit that? Growing so huge to touch the shy? =p=p
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2007   Writer
Indubitably!
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SpratFA Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2007
Brilliantly written. What more can be said? Keep it up; this stuff is gold.
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2007   Writer
Thank you very much, kind sir! Nothing short of a lobotomy will keep me from keeping it up!
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Sakuretsu Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2006
Hehe, love the story! Thanks to both you and my friend firefox for the nice little gift ^^;
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2006   Writer
I'm very glad you enjoyed it!
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Sakuretsu Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2006
Thanks, love your stories by the way!
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2006   Writer
Sorry, I hadn't realized I didn't reply to this. Please accept my belated thanks!
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Sakuretsu Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2006
No problem!
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FireFox02002 Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006  Hobbyist General Artist
Fuck everyone else, I loved it<3 You have once again done a splendid job doing what you do best<3 I shall now proceed to uphold my half of the bargin.

*weilds pencil and eraser*
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FireFox02002 Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2006  Hobbyist General Artist
The egg theorem works well in this case, no worries. I loved it, and now I need to return the love<3
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2006   Writer
Truly, you are a champion among champions. I'm glad you enjoyed it, for it was you who fertilized the egg that once lay dormant in my mind! Ah... or something?
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GAIN-OVER Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006
I kind of imagined that place like Sirloin Stockade XD that's one hell of a all-you-can-eat restaurant :nod:
But anyways, liked the story, just the end was too darkhearted lol But still good.
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006   Writer
I've never eaten at a Sirloin Stockade, but I like the name.

My apologies for tainting you with my villainous evil, however I'm glad you still liked it... even though it's evil!
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GAIN-OVER Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006
Maybe you can find one near you at it's Official Website: [link]
Ya, it's just gory, and I'm not one for gore from WG .~.;;... Like you said in the comments, I liked it until before the last three paragraphs lol
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doubleintegral Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006
^ I was going to say the same thing. "Please sir, it's only wafer thin!"

I liked the detail on the bursting.
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006   Writer
I went back and added a bit more details after I finished the tale, I thought I skimmed over the gruesomeness a bit. I'm very pleased that you enjoyed it.
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Cutter2506 Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006
The end reminds me of a Monty Python Skit,from the movie 'Meaning of Life.'

Still good though.
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006   Writer
Yeah... people blowing up in restaurants does always smack of ripping off Monty Python. I'm glad you liked it, despite the rip-offery.
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Atlya Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006
Too late! Read everything! :p

Very well written tough!
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InvizKing Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006   Writer
You read it... now you can't un-read it! Sorry for scarring you for life, however I appreciate your kind words!
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Atlya Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2006
Lol! Thanks but I'm not scarred! I'm just no particular fan! But I enjoy your writing!
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