(Weight Gain) The Dinner of a Lifetime

This story contains: Lots of Eating, Weight Gain.

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The Dinner of a Lifetime - Read by Monstrassa - Written by SGA

I walked through the hotel, carrying the small slip I’d received in the mail amongst the usual bills.

“Hi, sorry, I got this note.”, I said to the lady on reception. She took a look at it, and said,

“Ah yes, I’ll have to call the manager down. Would you mind taking a seat over there?”

She indicated the soft luxurious chairs in the lobby, and I chose one to sit down on to wait. My eyes returned to the slip of paper in my hand, offering a “lifetime dining experience” to the honoured guest of the benefactor. Not that it said who the benefactor was, only the address and this hotel. Given I had today off work, I thought I’d drop in and see if I could find who’d sent this out, and tell them they’d got the wrong house. I definitely didn’t know anyone who’d treat me to a hotel dinner this fancy without a word. Therefor, this wasn’t intended for me, and they’d delivered it to the wrong person.

“Ah, you must be our guest.”, I looked up to identify someone who must have been the manager.

“No, I’m not really, I think it’s some sort of mistake.”

The manager’s forehead creased.

“Mistake? No, my dear, no mistake, the benefactor told me you’d be coming. You even match the description I was given.”

“I do? I… but… I don’t know the benefactor.”

‘Ah, well they said you wouldn’t. Please, don’t worry about it and follow me. Let me at least show you what we’ve prepared.”

Not expecting anywhere near this much resistance to telling them they’d got the wrong person, I ended up following the manager into the elevator, where he quickly turned a key and pressed the button for the top floor penthouse.

“So, if I don’t know of the benefactor… who are ‘they’?”

“I’m afraid I’m not really meant to say.”

“You aren’t?”

“They’d rather remain nameless, at least for now. I do hope you’ll understand. I gather they have intentions of visiting you later if you accept our offer.”

“Okay… So what is this offer?”

I asked as the elevator dinged to show we’d arrived at the penthouse. The doors slid open to reveal one of the most fancy rooms I’d ever been in. It wouldn’t have been out of place in a palace, large fanciful windows overlooked the vista of the surrounding city. The smooth tiled floor and eccentrically patterned ceiling combined with the walls gave the room an instant atmosphere of grandeur. In the centre of the room was a large banquet table, laiden with food.

“Here we are. Take a seat.”

The manager pulled back a seat at the head of the vast table and I sat down on it.

“To answer your question earlier, you’ve been gifted to an unlimited meal.”

“It certainly seems unlimited, I can’t eat all that!”

“I feel you misunderstand me, this is to get you started.”

“I’m sorry?”

“The Benefactor has reserved this room for the foreseeable future, and paid in advance for 400 of these banquets. Other features are the smartTV accessed via this remote here. You’re bedroom is through there with on-suite of course. If you need anything, please just give me a call, here’s the number for my office, and my mobile number if you can’t get through. I’m to give you top priority over all other clientele.”

“I… uhh…”, Mind racing, I tried to confirm what I’d gathered from the manager’s speel.

“You mean, I’m staying here?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Woow… this is too much…”

“Obviously not in the eyes of the benefactor.”

“So, you’re saying someone has paid for 400 banquets and rented this room out for me to live in? Where’s the catch?”

“No catch my dear. You can leave anytime you wish, and return whenever you like. Here are the keys.”, I was handed a copy of the key the manager had used in the lift to unlock this floor.

“I… thank you… right. I think I understand.”

“I shall let you do as you please now, if you would wish it?”

“Yes, I’ll call if I have any questions.”

“Delightful, please enjoy your stay.”

I watched the Manager promptly disappear into the lift. My mind was still spinning, but I couldn’t help admitting that I was hungry. I looked down at all the food on the table. Not only was there a literal tonne, but it was all sorts. Junk food, posh food, sweet, savoury, hot, cold, almost everything looked so delicious I really didn’t know where to start.

A fancy layered dish close by held small triangular sandwiches filled with various fillings. I picked up one too try and was amazed. I wasn’t sure what was in it, but it tasted lovely. I finished it and chewed on a second one as I tried to think through my situation.

Another 5 sandwiches later, I’d summed it up as someone had up and given me a new home with pre-paid meals. Why: I couldn’t even guess at. But, thinking of my relatively dower apartment, I thought I should at least stay here for the evening. After all, I could get into work tomorrow morning from here almost easier than my apartment.

Trying the remote, a reasonably sized TV slid out of a decorated ceiling panel opposite me. I found netflix and continued watching the latest series of a drama that I’d gotten my teeth into on my last day off.

The afternoon lazily floated away like that. Me watching netflix and taking nibbles from the table. Granted, nibbling from a banquet for a whole afternoon adds up to a large amount. They say you eat when you’re bored, and whilst the TV show did keep me entertained my hands needed something to do, so I ended up snacking.

So much so in fact that when I looked at my watch it was 1am. I turned off the TV, and for a split second considered having to head back to my apartment. Why would I, when there was a luxurious bed right here in the room with me? Answer, I didn’t, and laid down on the bed. It was so comfortable that I was probably asleep in minutes.

The next morning I felt pretty stuffed as I awoke from my slumber. I considered work, but after a couple of minutes I didn’t feel up to it. I rang in sick. Granted, I didn’t feel too great, I’d obviously eaten too much yesterday, but I probably could’ve gone in. Instead, I wanted to get back to watching TV. After getting up and setting myself back down at the table, I was surprised to find the food still hot. This looked to be the same banquet from yesterday, but a pizza which should’ve gotten cold and hardened still looked hot and cheesy. Forgetting how my stomach felt, I took a bite to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. Sure enough, everything on the banquet table seemed like it was perpetually heated somehow.

Five minutes later, I was again nibbling on the banquet and watching Netflix. This is where I lost track of time. Usually, your day is divided up by several events. When you wake up and sleep are two, but other than that meals are quite distinct dividers used to divide up the morning, afternoon and evening respectively. This constant consuming meant I never felt hungry enough to need to eat a meal. Instead, as the day went on with me caring less and less about the outside word and more about how tasty the food was, and how the characters in the show were going to resolve the trap they'd found themselves in at the end of the last episode. With none of these dividers in my day, next thing I knew it was approaching 1am again, and again I’d made my way through a surprising volume of the banquet. My earlier nibbling had slowly evolved into gobbling as I consumed the food at quite a pace. Although, as I stopped at the end of the evening I didn’t feel the least bit full. Looking down, my belly was pushing out a couple of inches from the looks of things, but it wasn’t uncomfortable so I paid it no mind.

As I returned to my bed that night, I remember thinking what a nice day this was. Wouldn’t it be great to do the same thing again tomorrow? The idea of work crossed my mind, but it was here I strongly considered up and quitting. Someone paid for me to live here, and living here was fantastic, so why not?

With that, the next morning I took a break from eating and netflixing to call work and take my leave. They were polite and wished me well on my future ventures. Little did they realise there weren’t many ventures to be had. Come to think of it, I hadn’t been to the toilet at all yesterday or today. This startled me for a moment, before I pressed play and settled back into routine.

I think you can see where this story is headed. Each day I kept eating and watching netflix. The day after when I’d finished the banquet, I called the manager for a second one. It was ready in moments.

“Will that be all?”

“Actually, have you got any consoles?’

“You mean gaming consoles? We can look into getting some. Any particulars you’d like?”

So I listed the newest generation of consoles off the top of my head, and later on they were back with the consoles. It was incredible. Once they were set up, I began playing one of my favorites, but felt like I was missing something. For the past few days, I’d always had food in my mouth. Now, with no hands free to put more in, it felt wrong. So, I called the manager’s office.

“Sarah, what seems to be the problem?”

“I was wondering, could I have someone to help feed me the banquet?”

If I’d have realised how silly that question sounded at the time, maybe I wouldn’t have asked it. But I did, and to my surprise the manager replied

“I don’t see why not. I’ll see if anyone on the staff is interested.”

And he rung off. A few minutes later, a girl maybe a couple of years younger than me looked up at me eagerly.

“Hello there, I hear you’re having some trouble with the banquet. How can I help?”

“Would you mind feeding me? I don’t have enough hands to use the controller and eat at the same time.”

The girl’s eyes lit up, as if she’d been waiting for someone to ask this of her her whole life.

“Of course! It would be my pleasure.”

So the day continued on with Mary stuffing food into my mouth, as I played through video games. That night, when I retired to bed and Mary took her leave, leaving me her number for when I needed feeding again, I found that my stomach was again larger. This time the couple inches had become more than a couple, as a distinct bulge was visible, extending out about 5 inches. The next morning, it had receded, though the area around my stomach felt a little bit softer than the previous days. I was putting on weight.

I’m afraid to say this pattern continued. Me spending my days watching Netflix or Anime or gaming on any of the various consoles that I now had access to. That wouldn’t have been too bad on it’s own, the issue was more the eating. I was constantly eating. Either I would feed myself or Mary would gladly take over feeding me. Eating all day every day, I was consuming insane amounts of calories. After only half a week, I’d gained 5 pounds, weighing myself at 180 pounds. Yet, at the end of my first week, I’d gained 10 more. Every day I would wake to see more flab on my body than the day before.

I would say I was concerned to begin with, but by the end of the week I didn’t really care. I was just enjoying the rest of my life too much. Being kept in complete comfort and never being asked to do anything is really self satisfying.

So, perhaps as a consequence of all the above, I settled in with ease. Days flew by, and calories flew onto my body. By the end of the next week, I’d passed 210 pounds. The next I was up to 240. Then 280. I was, unsurprisingly, starting to look pretty fat. Mary didn’t even mention it.

My weight kept climbing. Day by day I was spreading wider. Soon I had to have Mary read from the scales for me, because my waistline bulged out too much for me to read the dial. Some would say I should’ve stopped. Most would say I should’ve slowed down a little. I just kept it up. Infact, not even that, I ate faster. I found myself eating faster and gaining more faster. I crossed the 300 pound border the next day, but the day after that I’d passed 350. The day after, 400. That was 100 pounds in just two days, and it was visible too.

In fact, Mary commented that she could see me spread out during the day. I had them bring some beanbags for me to sit on as I’d taken to using two chairs and they weren’t really cutting it anymore. In time, I stopped getting up from my beanbag chair. For one, getting over to the bed seemed like an effort, and as my body expanded out I felt like I was having to drag so much around with me whenever I moved that moving slowly stopped being an option.

So that seems like I must be nearing the end of my story right? I couldn’t entirely move, all I could do was game and watch stuff, while eating and gaining more and more weight. The next day I was 470 pounds. The next 550. The next 650. I’d begun to gain 100 pounds a day from how much I was eating. The banquets were filled and emptied and filled again. Mary was pretty much serving me hand and foot at this point, and the next day she arrived with another girl, Reagan. She too took to helping me out with my day, presumably she was under the hotel payroll, or maybe she was just helping for fun, It wouldn’t have surprised me given how glee she was to be feeding me.

750, 860, 970, 1100. In just four days I’d passed the 1000 pounds mark. Everything seems to blur together in my memory as every day became the same. Wake up, eat, game, sleep. Every day, eating more, gaining more weight.

1240, 1370, 1500, 1700, 1910, 2150, 2380.

I’d done it. I’d passed 1 tonne. We weren’t even using the scales by these points, these weights I’m reading off had to be calculated by measuring my circumference. There’s a funny word to use to describe a person, but it’s true. They wrapped a tape measure around my body, and made a weight estimate based off that.

As the days continued, my flab continued to spread out over the vast hotel room. My head seemed to be rising up slightly as the amount of flab spread both out and upwards. In only 4 days, 1 tonne became 2. Then, 4 days later it became 3. 4 tonnes then turned up 3 days later. Days became weeks, and I kept expanding, filling the room. Mary and Reagan had too crawl on me to get to my mouth and feed me. I didn’t mind, it was pretty cute.

Now then, imagine this kept going, because it did. What was interesting was that, when I reached about 8 tonnes or so, I actually got to meet the cause of all this.

The elevator arrived, and out came the manager accompanied by what looked to be a little girl.

“She’s right in here.” said the Manager

“Awww, she’s done so well!” cried the girl.

“Oh, hello.” I said sheepishly.

“Sarah, right? Hi! I’m SGA, your sponsor. I’m glad to see you’ve truly taken to your new lifestyle. When I heard you passed the 8 tonne mark, I just had to come say hi! And wow, look at these 8 tonnes of cuteness!”

She gave my outer flab a slight slap, and the flab near it jiggled about. This caused SGA to let out a giggle.

“Ehehe, wow, I love your new look!”

“Why, thank you.”

“How do you fancy keeping this lifestyle for a while longer?”

“I’d love too.”

“In that case, you’re on! Keep on gaining! I love to see a growing girl, but I’m afraid I’m a little busy today!”

“Oh, I will.” I said, with newfound determination

“Brilliant! Then in that case, I’ll check back on you in a week! Maybe we can have tea then?”

“I’d love that.”

“Great! In that case, I’ll speak to you then! Keep growing Sarah, I’ll speak to you later!”

Then she got back in the elevator with the Manager, and the door slid closed. I grinned, eager to try my hardest for my newly met sponsor. I wonder how many tonnes I could show her next week? Oh well, guess we’ll have to wait and see! Though I hear that the floor beneath me has become pretty weak. They’re gonna try to move me somewhere better with a crane. A Crane!! I’m now up to 28 tonnes, and I see SGA again tomorrow. I wonder if she’ll be pleased… Anyway, I better stop yapping and get back to eating. I’d like to have another few tonnes at least before my benefactor turns up tomorrow. Sometime soon, I’ll let you know how it went! In the meantime, speak to you later!