You wake up and put on your King Henry shirt, which is getting a little less loose on you, and head off to work on your bike.
You arrive at King Henry's to see that it's jammed packed with cars! The restaurant doesn't open for another 30 minutes. You ride around to the side of the building and enter through the side door and into the kitchen to see both Tom and Matt cooking pancakes and waffles.
"Hey little buddy," Tom greets as he flips some pancakes," busy morning today."
"I see," you answer walking towards the sink to wash your hands," what's with all the cars?"
"A huge amount of fat guys are going towards the big city and decided to stop here for breakfast," says Matt, the second cook. You don't really like Matt because he's too skinny and smokes.
"How big?" you ask.
"Bigger then our resident fatty," Matt jokes and pokes Tom.
"At least I have a little follower," Tom smiles and pats your little belly, you blush.
"Good food gets to you," Matt grins.
"Never trust a skinny chef (insert your name here)," warns Tom with a smile.
With that Kim comes flying in," Ok boys, we're open."
"Already?" asks Tom shocked.
"If we're gonna win big here we have to," Kim says," (insert your name here) good morning, you'll assist Tom."
"Right," you answer. You really don't mind working with Tom, in fact you love working with him, he lets you taste test what ever you wants and also piles up your fries extra high when you eat on your breaks.
You follow Tom's directions and mix pancake batter as you listen to the big guys enter the restaurant. You get a glimpse out into the restaurant to see that Matt was right, they are big guys, all bigger then Mike and maybe a few bigger then your Dad!
Soon orders come flying in and Kim switches you to waiter and you're sent out with piles of pancakes on plates to the guests.
You can't help but look at the huge bellies in the restaurant. Some are big round balls, other are wide, others are rolls and everything in-between.
A few of the big guys spot your little belly showing under your shirt and poke it.
After a few rounds your belly is turning purple!
Soon enough locals come in and see the big guys. Soon the restaurant is filled to like it's Friday night. The big guys keep eating and poking you, while you serve them and some of the locals and mix some batter while you wait.
After an hour the big guys start to leave and some of their bellies are bloated and look bigger now. They leave behind some wicked tips and soon things are back to a normal morning pace.
"Oh man," you sigh sitting down at your lunchtime in the kitchen.
"What?" asks Tom walking over with a bit of concern in his eyes.
"Those big guys keep poking my belly," you answer feeling your belly.
"Good thing skinny isn't here," Tom says looking around, Matt went home at 11, after the rush was done," Let's see the damage."
You lift up your shirt and relax and your belly expands a bit.
"Quite a little porker you got here," Smiles Tom leaning closer and poking your sore spot making you finch.
"Ouch," you wine.
"Sorry," Tom says," looks like a little bruise. Just don't run into corners of tables and don't let anyone else poke it."
"Thanks," you say putting down your shirt.
"And keep up the growing," Tom says and pats your belly where it's not sore.
"Will do," you smile," now where's my lunch?"
After work you grab 12 cookies for the ride home and when you get home you see that the house is empty so you keep on going and stop at the gas station that's 3 blocks away from your house(closest store there is) and buy a 2 liter pop bottle and a bunch of candy and head home and take off your shirt, unbutton your shorts and start eating. After you're done your "snack" you rub your belly for 5 minutes and you love the feeling of being full and rubbing your growing little belly.
After the rub you head back upstairs and try to do up your button, but you can't!
{i'}Still bloated,' you think to yourself and sit down on the computer chair and start up your computer.
You enter your e-mail settings and see you have an e-mail from....who?