This choice: "...that great all-you-can-eat restaurant downtown." • Go Back...Chapter #4All They Can Eat by: Unknown "...that great all-you-can-eat restaurant, Chow Down. I know how much you love that place. Make sure you bring your appetite!" You hear your massive mother lumber back down the hall. You're familiar with the place, but in your experience your family rarely ever went there; how could she be able to know your opinion of the place? Also, a restaurant? In public? Surely people would be staring at your freakish family. You're not sure you'd like to be seen in public with them how they are, but you can't just say that to them. Looks like you're going out for lunch.
The six of you squeeze into the family van, which is a great deal larger than you remember. Your parents sit up front, the twins in the middle row, and Liz sits in the back. Normally you'd climb back there with her, but after this morning you'd rather not be anywhere near her disgusting ass. You opt to sit between the twins; there's not a whole lot of room, but you have no fears of their asses yet.
As the twins climb into the car, you begin to regret your plan. To your left is Jake, squeezing his fat frame through the door; to your right, June' massive thigh is pressing against yours. Once they've both climbed in and shut the doors, you're squished in between their many rolls of sweaty fat like a sardine, making it both impossible and unnecessary to put your seatbelt on. You never thought you'd see the day you were only tall enough to come up to your 8 year old siblings' shoulders; these kids are massive. As the car goes around a turn, you're pressed into Jake's huge side boob, which reeks of his rancid armpit sweat. As you round another turn, you're tossed into June's equally sized breast, smearing her sweat on you as well. And right after your shower, too.
During one of the turns, Jake happens to be leaning away from you, his hand down his pants scratching an itch by his crotch, revealing the crack of his huge ass that his poor shorts just can't handle. It's quite a sharp turn, and, wouldn't you know it, you fall face first into his asscrack, easily sliding between his sweaty cheeks. It absolutely reeks in here, and you can still feel some of the shit he didn't wipe from his last bathroom visit smearing on your face. You struggle to get out, but Jake has sat back down, trapping you beneath him. And of course, you're just in time.
FRRRRRRPPPPTTTTT
Jake rips a massive, reeking fart, and you're in prime position to smell it. You'd cover your nose, but your arms are squished down.
FRRAAAAAAAAAPPPTTTT
Another fart, this time from June. It mixes in with Jake's, making the smell even worse than you could ever imagine. Even breathing through your mouth is torture; you can taste the smell, like everything they'd had for breakfast gone rotten.
To your horror, your entire family begins joining in on this fart fest, seemingly completely oblivious to it. The disgusting stench quickly fills up the car, and just breathing at all is torture for you. Why couldn't it just make things easier and knock you out already? You have to sit through another 20 minutes of this.
After what feels like 20 years, you arrive at the Chow Down restaurant. You clamber out of the car as fast as you can, so happy to be breathing fresh air again. You're covered in a mix of Jake's and your own sweat, as it was excruciatingly hot under his ass. There's just no way for you to escape getting sat on today.
You try to keep a low profile as your massive family lumbers into the restaurant. After rushing into the bathroom, you clean yourself up real quick, you join them to be seated. To your amazement, nobody stares. Your mom even passes by a friend of hers on the way to your table, and they talk as if nothing changed at all. This is really weird.
Your family is brought to the biggest booth in the place, which is nearly big enough to hold you all. You wait for everyone else to scoot in so you can sit on one of the ends; you're not dealing with any more asses today. Unlike a buffet style, this all-you-can-eat brings the food right to you, for people too lazy to get up again and again. Your family orders, what else, three of everything to start off (if anything good came out of this curse, your family at least must be rich to afford all this food.) Pizza, steaks, sandwiches, wings, and fries, among a plethora of other things, make their way to your table, and your family quickly begins to devour them. You would try to grab some for yourself, but hungry hands are wildly grabbing at everything on the table; in the back of your mind, you're afraid they wouldn't hesitate to grab you if you got in the way.
Somehow, your family is managing to be even more disgusting than they were at breakfast. Chewing with their mouths open, spilling food and dipping sauces all down their fronts, stuffing more food into their massive maws than should be humanly possible. And yet, nobody else in the place is staring. Not that you want them to, but seriously, does nobody see anything wrong here? That a family should not collectively weigh over 3000 pounds?
As you watch your family pig out on the seemingly endless supply of food, you suddenly feel something thick and sticky spill all over you. Smells like barbeque sauce.
"Oh no!" exclaims June next to you, who seems to have spilled it by accident. "I'm sorry, bro! I'll get it!" She places a pudgy, food-covered hand on your shoulder and turns you to face her. You watch nervously as her mouth opens wide and her huge, saliva covered tongue spills out and starts licking you. You get a view straight into her big mouth, full of bits of food, all the way back to the pitch black abyss at the back of her throat which makes you uneasy, as if you'll be the next to go down it. You simply sit still and let June lick the sauce off of you as she brings your head into her mouth; you fear if you make any sudden moves, something else horrible will happen today. Her tongue moves all over your head and face, even forcing its way into your mouth at times, giving you a taste of her saliva, which evidently is what fuels her terrible breath. Otherwise, she cleans you off without a hitch, save for drenching you. She did a very thorough job; you wouldn't expect this family to waste food.
While wiping off your face with multiple napkins, a familiar voice gets your attention.
"Steven, is that you?" You put down the napkin to see Clarissa, a friend of you and Sally. She's a tall, good looking blonde with bright blue eyes and a body to die for: D-cup breasts, a thin waist, and a killer ass. Sally has teased you about you possibly cheating on her with Clarissa, but you've never been tempted, despite how good she looks. She's holding a huge tray filled with food; seems she's a waitress here.
"Oh, uhh, hey, Clarissa," you say, embarrassed she's seeing you like this. She doesn't seem to notice anything off, though; what is with people? "I didn't know you worked here."
"I just started, actually; today's my first day. So, how are you and Sally doing?"
You're about to answer her, when movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention. Your mom, sitting across from you, seems to be running out of food in front of her. Unable to wait for Clarissa to put down her tray, she reaches out her fat hand without looking up in an attempt to grab the food; she doesn't end up grabbing the food. Instead, she grabs Clarissa's arm. Unable to react, Clarissa is dragged up onto the table as your mom pours the tray of food into her ravenous maw. But she doesn't stop there.
The tray having fallen out of Clarissa's hand your mom begins doing the unthinkable: she shoves Clarissa's hand into her mouth. The blonde is confused and shocked, and begins trying to free herself.
"Uhh, Mrs. Walker," she says uncertainly, "you, uhh, you have my hand." The massive woman doesn't respond, though; she sucks hard, pulling Clarissa in up to her shoulder. Now she's starting to get scared. "Mrs. Walker, what are you doing?! Please let me go!"
Your mom doesn't listen though; she grabs Clarissa by the waist and shoves her entire upper body into her massive mouth. You can faintly hear her screaming from halfway down her throat, her legs flailing around wildly. It's exactly what you've been afraid of this whole time; being swallowed alive by your voracious family members.
There's still time to save your friend, but not much; once that big butt of hers goes into your mom's mouth, you doubt there's anything you'll be able to do at that point. But at the same time, you could end up getting eaten yourself if you try to help. Is it really worth it?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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