Be Right With You

“Before you start work as a waitress, it is important that you get to know the kinds of food you’ll be serving to your customers...don’t you think so?” said the restaurant manager with a smile.

“Oh, yes sir, definitely!” said Chelsee as they entered the kitchen. Her tummy let out a growl as she was overcome with an array of delicious aromas from the various dishes cooking up in the kitchen.

Paradise Island was a restaurant famous not just for its heavenly, delicious dishes, but also the equally, if not more alluring, service. Many a male customer visited the restaurant with the cuisine only second in mind—the attractive, tightly-clothed waitresses were just as famous as the food. Also, this was the place Chelsee was applying at as waitress.

Needless to say, Chelsee got the job. Her pretty face and confident, bubbly personality made up for her somewhat mediocre body. She was slim, with medium-sized B-cup breasts and a little bit of an ass, but that was practically it. She was soft though, not really the type to enjoy exercising, instead preferring to laze around and have the occasional snack, which she did her best to keep at a minimum. Naturally, she had quite an appetite, which she kept in check well, if not unwillingly.

Now however, that control she exerted on herself was being tested.

Just one try, Chels! Maybe two, okay, three at the most, she thought to herself, faced with an array of different dishes from the restaurant. She was wearing the waitress uniform already, having gotten the job—a simple white shirt with a light brown stripe running across the shoulders and the text “Paradise Island” printed on the front, and blue denim short shorts. The uniform fit her perfectly, hugging her slight figure well but not too tightly, her regular chest and bum not as pronounced as some of the other waitresses’, but still acceptable.

Oh, fluff it! I’m gonna be working at this restaurant, so I might as well get used to this food! Chelsee justified, a determined grin creeping across her face as she eyed the dish closest to her—baby back ribs. Just a little taste...

Before she knew it, Chelsee found herself licking her fingers clean and staring at a plate with nothing but bones, her mouth a mess of barbeque sauce. She let out a slight burp, giggling to herself at her gluttony. Although she didn’t admit it to anyone, Chelsee took pleasure from gluttonous acts like this one, allowing her naturally healthy appetite to take over. It made her feel so natural, so free!

Oops I overdid it a bit there, thought Chelsee, giggling to herself again as she licked her fingers clean, putting a hand on her fuller belly, which pushed onto her lap slightly now. She eyed the next dish mischievously—pork chop smothered in gravy, with mashed potato. Maybe just one more...



Chelsee settled into life at Paradise Island easily enough—the bustling, busy atmosphere, the quick order calls, the gawking of the male (and some female!) customers, and of course, all the good food! The latter two, she particularly enjoyed. Chelsee was a girl who loved attention, and that she was getting, and seemed to be getting more of, as the days flew by. It was no secret as to why though. The girl’s appetite was the reason, but Chelsee would say it was more to thank than to blame. She loved how her shirt was filling out more and more each day, as her mediocre, B-cups rocketed into the double-D range in the span of less than two weeks, and how her little round rump grew into a real sizeable, big booty that stuck out behind her, testing her shorts. Aside from her noticeably increasing waistline, Chelsee loved how the pounds were piling on. Her tips seemed to be getting bigger too, and Chelsee found herself smiling to herself whenever she came to collect, the male customers unable to take their eyes off her now huge chest and large bottom. Taking advantage of the unlimited access to food at Paradise Island, Chelsee found herself unable to control that appetite of hers. Naturally, the girl ate everything and anything she got her hands on, snacking in between orders, having extra helpings during lunch break, and sneaking some extra treats for herself during breaks. All this eating only added to her already impressive, blossoming frame, increasing her popularity with the customers along with her waistline, cup size, and dress size.


“Be right with you!” called Chelsee, over the hustle and bustle of Paradise Island, as she loaded a couple of orders of steak onto her tray. After two whole weeks working at the restaurant, she was quite a sight. Gone was the slim-figured, slight girl who strove to control her naturally big appetite. Replacing her was a very buxom, well-fed woman, her full figure a testament to her letting her appetite run free.

Chelsee was at a crossroads—one way, she knew she was fat, and was getting bigger and bigger. On the other hand, she hadn’t been this happy in a long time. For once, she felt like she was truly a free woman, having come to terms with that appetite of hers. Who cares if she gained weight? The plusses seemed to outweigh the minuses—although there was that small issue of her having to update her wardrobe every now and then (which she had done twice already in the past two weeks), it was a small price to pay for being able to eat as much as she wanted, and get more tips too! Yes, with Chelee’s increasing weight came increasing returns. An increase in tips and her daily pay for being the waitress that served the most customers (and obviously drew in the most customers too) were added bonuses to Chelsee’s weight. So what if her belly was a little big? Being a full-figured, well-fed woman was a lot more fun than being one of those other skinny-ass waitresses who worked here! Chelsee had the biggest chest in the restaurant, and an ass that was second to none! In fact, along with her humongous boobs and behind, Chelsee was learning to love even her growing belly too.

Chelsee smiled to herself as she walked across the room towards a waiting table, having just served the previous table their steaks. She could feel the eyes of nearly every man in the room on her, some taking shifty glances, trying to hide their obvious attraction, while others were not so discreet, gawking openly at the voluptuous woman. The fabric of her shirt was stretched tightly over her huge, F-cup boobs, which stuck out in front of her proudly, wobbling and bouncing as she walked. She reminded herself to buy new bras after work—the ones she currently had could hardly fit anymore. And she had just bought them this week, too! Nevertheless, Chelsee put an extra spring in her step, increasing the jiggle and bounce of her gigantic melons, working her bra and top. Her bra creaked and groaned, along with the stretched fabric of her shirt, and she smiled as she saw a customer nearly spew his drink out from the corner of her eye. Feeling extra sexy now, she gave her voluptuous hips an extra swing, as her shorts creaked slightly against her huge, bulging ass. It took her nearly 15 minutes this morning to squeeze those darned shorts over her impressive behind, but Chelsee knew it was worth all the attention her ass demanded, squeezed into those too-small shorts.

“How may I help you?” smiled Chelsee, finally arriving at the table that was waiting to be served. She could still feel the eyes of many a male customer behind her, fixed on her huge rump, her shorts groaning as they rode up her big buttocks. She smiled as the customer nearest to her, a teenage boy, looked up at her. His eyes were practically glued to her gigantic chest, which bulged above him, impeding his view of her face a bit. She giggled. “Excuse me sir, but my face is up here” she went with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smile, putting a hand on her well-fed waistline.
“Oh, sorry! It’s a little, err, hard to see your face, honestly...never mind!” stammered the boy, blushing a bit as he looked up past Chelsee’s huge chest at her pretty face.

“Haha, I was only kidding, sir” giggled Chelsee, causing her titanic twin mounds of flesh to jiggle again. “What’ll you have?”

“I dunno. Maybe you can recommend something...you look pretty, uhh, well-versed with the menu” said the young customer, eyeing Chelsee’s exposed midriff that bulged in front of him, her belly button showing as her chubby gut spilled over her shorts, which the boy noted weren’t buttoned.

“Heyyyy!” went Chelsee, sucking in her tummy jokingly, which only inflated her chest further, causing her top to groan in protest. “Okay, so I enjoy the jumbo steak with pancakes a bit too much, so what?” she went, again with the teasing raised eyebrow and smile, her hand on her well-fed waistline again.

“I was only kidding! The jumbo steak with pancakes it is for me too, then” smiled the customer shyly.

This was how Chelsee went about her work. Her good humour, charm, and confidence worked wonders with the customers, and she had only been working here for two weeks! Well, her overflowing figure definitely helped as well. The store manager noticed this too.  She was real good for business, and as a businessman, he decided to maximize profits by maximizing Chelsee’s...err...potential.

One day after work, the manager called Chelsee to a private meeting in his office. Chelsee wondered if he was going to talk to her about her weight gain—it was true that she had the biggest boobs and ass of any girl at the restaurant, but she also had the biggest belly, which to the common person, didn’t always spell “hot”. She couldn’t be more wrong. The manager had called her to propose a business plan, one that involved her capitalizing on that weight gain, and maximizing it. He said he wanted her to gain more, to get even bigger, since it reflected very well in profits. The customers, he said, didn’t seem to mind her increasingly large stomach—they were too focused on her ballooning breasts and butt. He noted that in fact, the customers were loving to learn her growing belly too, as a result of all her added curvage. The manager said that he encouraged Chelsee to gain more, get bigger, and eat as much as she wanted. He also said that he even had a new uniform made, especially for her to show off her blossoming figure even more!

Whatever few remaining doubts Chelsee had about getting bigger were forever vanquished with that meeting. She had also felt that the customers were learning to love her extra weight in other places aside from her boobs and butt, just like the way she was learning to as well. And the idea of her being encouraged to eat more, to get even bigger? It was totally fine with her, if it meant more attention from the customers, which she loved so much. The special uniform was definitely a cute little added bonus as well. Instead of the usual, already form-fitting shirt and denim shorts of the Paradise Island waitresses, Chelsee would be wearing an even skimpier spaghetti-strap top and even shorter, hotpants-like shorts. Chelsee loved the idea, and how her even skimpier outfit would draw even more attention to her overgrown assets.

“So, what do you think, Chels?” went the manager hopefully, looking across his desk at the busty girl sitting in front of him. She was leaning across in thought, her arms folded on top of his desk, with her big heavy boobs resting on them.

“Well, sir...” began Chelsee, removing her arms from the table and leaning back comfortably in her seat, thrusting out her huge chest, further amplifying her big boobs. Her shirt groaned and rode up further, exposing more of her plump belly which pushed onto her lap. “I’m totally all for it! I won’t let you down, sir!” she giggled, causing her gigantic chest to wobble along.