The Big Diners Club: Jack, part II

Part Two

By the time Chris and Jack’s wedding day arrived, a mere six months after he had first stepped into the Big Diners’ Club, Jack had grown so massive that he made the famous Carl look positively underfed. He finally got to meet the studly fat blond food expert and TV chef just before the ceremony, along with his ample blond wife and manager, Danielle.

Standing in the enlarged and renovated entrance area of the recently expanded Club, the nearly half-ton groom contentedly welcomed each wedding guest. Chris, worried that her tremendously expanded Jack would tire from standing so long, had placed in the entryway a wide, strong bench especially for him.

Jack, however, feeling strong and vital, disdained its use on this special day; he preferred to greet family and friends standing up, a demonstration of raw power and brute strength that surprised and impressed them considerably. Chris’ friends, of course, were mainly Club members themselves, and knew how big Jack had grown; even Chris' family, while impressed with the sheer expanse of Jack, were not completely surprised, for they knew her taste in men. Jack’s friends, however - well, the magic of the Club cushioned the blow for them, but some of them were clearly shocked by the enormous transformation in Jack. His old colleagues from the County Development Agency were perhaps the only ones not totally surprised.

Jack’s family, perhaps due to the tendency of their menfolk to grow larger, were more accepting - especially his brothers. The heaviest, Mike, remarked as he shook Jack’s hand, “I see that your fat guy destiny has finally caught up with you.”

“And how!” Jack replied lightly.

“Since you came to visit,” Mike continued, “Dave and I seem to have had a little competition on, and we’ve both put on another 20 pounds!”

“Cool!” Jack replied. “It looks good on both of you,” he continued, noting how Mike was packed tightly into his mammoth suit, and Dave’s teen gut hung out over his belt and made his shirt buttons strain. “Though the feast Chris is preparing will probably add a few more pounds to both of you!”

”That would be awesome!” Dave replied enthusiastically, as his mother Elise looked on fondly. “I want to get to 500.”

Jack had even managed to track down his old college roommate Roddy, who had indeed put on the ‘after football’ 150 pounds that Jack had imagined that first day at the Club. Roddy greeted Jack’s transformation with astonishment - and then with jocular acceptance.

(And where was Chris in all this? She was back in the kitchen supervising preparations for the upcoming wedding feast. Their wedding banquet, she'd promised Jack, was going to be something Club members would talk about for years, so rich and fattening that all you would have to do was sniff it to gain weight! But it would prepared in quantities so that a lot more than just sniffing would be possible -and expected!)

When Chris’ sister Bernice showed up, Jack was able to recognize her immediately. Behind that well-dressed, matronly form were the same knowing eyes as her sister.

"Chris has told me so much about you," the sorceress said, leaning into Jack's gargantuan gut to kiss his jowl-laden face. "Always wondered why she'd cloistered herself out here in the sticks, but now I know why: it was so she could meet you, you handsome hunk of man!"

"I owe all this to Chris," Jack answered, returning Bernice’s kiss then patting the side of his tremendous paunch with a meaty paw, "though I suspect that she may have gotten a little help from her sorceress sister."

Standing behind Bernice, the quarter-ton-plus Carl guffawed, the satin lapels of his tux scintillating as his layers of avoirdupois vibrated. Beside him, his wife Danielle, eye-catching in a shimmering sheer dress that skimmed her abundant curves, snickered in agreement with Bernice’s knowing look.

"Chris said that you were a particularly sharp guy," Bernice said with a shrug. "She always did like brains along with bulk in her men. And you’ve certainly got the bulk!" She looked around the room as if to make sure no one else was listening, then, putting a hand on Jack’s paunch, leaned in to his ear and continued in a much lower voice.

"You're right," she admitted. "I did give her some special potions years ago, but let me tell you this: they were only made to work on the right person. Judging by this,” she went on, rubbing a hand over Jack’s massive forefront, “that person is you." The chubby witch paused thoughtfully. "I thought Chris told me you didn't believe in witchcraft."

Jack bounced a hand off the side of his overhanging mid-riff again (the front of his belly having grown so far out that it was a strain to reach it) and smiled at her.

"I've broadened my horizons," he said happily, as the impact of his heavy hand made ripples spread out across the flesh of his king-sized belly. "After all, no one could grow as enormously and as rapidly as I have without some magical explanation. Make no mistake, Bernice: I'm not accusing you - in fact, I’m thanking you. These past six months have been the happiest of my life. I've never felt more fulfilled - or fully filled."

Still smiling, he gazed down admiringly at his bulging gut: it hid his feet from his view, and as he stood talking he rocked up and down, bouncing his gut gently against his thighs, causing waves of fat to ripple across its smoothly padded flesh. Jack was very proud of his immense new body, and especially of his vastly inflated gut, which bulged outwards as the most obvious testament to his magnificent, magically-enhanced appetite. Still gazing down at his gargantuan gut, he resumed talking to his about-to-be sister-in-law.

“After all, Bernice, in the last month alone I’ve gained more than 250 pounds - that’s more than I weighed when I met Chris. And I’m not immobile or ill or even tired - my body has grown to manage all this mass surprisingly well. Frankly, if I were to think about it, I’d be astonished at how well I can get around, given that I’m nearly the size of a hippopotamus. But I don’t think about it. I just enjoy it.”

“And how do you feel about your size?” Bernice asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“I feel great! You don't know this, but I used to be so proud of being the only thin one in my family - and now, now I’m happy, really happy, being the biggest guy. I've discovered just how great it is to be enormous, and to eat as much as I want. I tell you, I didn't know just how much I would love eating - and I love eating, eating enough food for a small army. I wake up each day now looking forward to becoming bigger! Only magic could have brought off these kinds of changes.”

"Your response to the magical potions I gave Chris has been much stronger - and more robustly physical - than I had even dreamed of,” Bernice replied. “I thought it would take years for even the most avidly responsive man to gain the weight you’ve gained in just six months - and your appetite! Chris has told me all about it. It’s astonishing! I can't wait for the banquet, to see you in action. Chris' description of your capacity fopr food is beyond my wildest expectations. You’ve made Chris very happy, you know - and that’s important to me.” She paused. “We'll talk some more after the wedding," Bernice decided. "There are some things a man of your magnificent bulk should know - particularly if he's going to be my little sister’s husband."

"I look forward to it," Jack said.

And then it was time for the ceremony itself.

Chris came out of the kitchen, stripping off her apron (which had streaks of flour on it) to reveal her magnificent blue gown. With her was the judge. While Chris hung back in the kitchen doorway, the judge went forward, motioning to Jack to join him at the front.

Jack stepped up to the wall mirror in the Club Room entrance, adjusted his shimmering metallic waistcoat one last time to lie smoothly over his gut, and admired again his gargantuan reflection in the glass. He popped a last chocolate into his mouth from the box beside the guestbook, and turned slowly to step into the main Club room. He paused in the doorway, his wide form blocking the light from the entrance, and as the crowd rose, Jack drank in the Club members' admiration. The Club had watched him progress over the last five months from a painfully thin soccer player type through gently tubby, pleasantly corpulent and definitely fat into an obese colossus of a man. Before their eyes Jack had grown at nearly unimaginable speed into the biggest and fattest human being they'd ever seen. He smiled broadly at them all, receiving warm smiles of appreciation in return, and then proceeded to slowly navigate his ponderous form down the central aisle of the Club room to the waiting judge.

As Jack moved towards the front, inside his brand new, capacious white and silver tuxedo massive leg muscles strained and surged to keep his half-ton mass in motion, their exertions nearly unnoticed under the mammoth fat layers covering his gargantuan thighs. The prodigious layers of fat covering his obese body bounced, shifted and adjusted with every waddling step; his corpulent arms bulged and swayed in the arms of the tuxedo jacket as they swung to balance out the motion of his gigantic gut, which rolled and swayed gently from side to side as he moved forward. The upper part of Jack’s mammoth belly was restrained only slightly by the stunning embroidered metallic silver waistcoat fitted over it, while the lower part of Jack’s belly, encased by the spectacularly large waistband of his snowy-white trousers, hung so low that it bounced gently against his titanic thighs as he cruised slowly, majestically down the aisle.

Marc lifted his hand and gave a small wave as Jack passed, a gesture of friendship and commonality. Jack grinned and winked at his friend. He hoped that Chris's high-calorie wedding feast was going to be as effective as she'd advertised, for Marc’s sake as well as his own. Just a week ago, the rotund waiter had confessed to Jack how dismayed he and his girlfriend were that he had apparently had reached his weight set point, at a size scarcely larger than he was when Jack had first joined the Club. In that moment, Marc had reminded the now spheroidal Jack of his initial flash of envy that first day in the Club - six months and some eight hundred pounds ago. Now the situation had reversed, and it was Marc who enviously admired Jack’s extravagant size. Marc and his girlfriend both prayed that the Chris’ wedding feast would help him overcome his mass plateau. He was particularly inspired by the trail of larger size clothes Jack was leaving behind in the Club’s wardrobe room. Marc was looking forward to being able to wear some of Jack’s cast-off clothing, as once Jack had worn some of his.

Jack made his unhurried way down the aisle, waddling gently past the crowd, white and silver tuxedo both enhancing and exaggerating the curves of his gargantuan body, love and hunger in his heart. He came to the front of the Club, paused, and then turned, making a better display of his massive silver-waistcoated frontage for the appreciative, friendly crowd as he waited for Chris to make her way down the aisle. As he stood there, noting that the boxes with the rings were waiting on the rostrum, Danielle winked at him and threw him a kiss, and he winked and waved, and then provocatively rubbed the side of his awe-inspiring breadbasket in return.

“Well, ladies, better stake your claims now,” Carl said quietly but clearly into the expectant air. “All the magnificent male abundance currently on display at the front won’t be available anymore in about ten minutes.”

“So, Carl, how soon before you get that big?” Danielle queried with a giggle beside him. “You’d look good in that tux.”

At that moment, the waiting violinist starting playing, low and sweet, the “Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies”, as Chris appeared and slowly made her way down the aisle to meet Jack.

As Chris slowly approached the front, and the sweet music swirled, Jack had a vision of the years stretching before him like his ever growing form, and he knew that he had found the life for him.

As Chris came up beside him, the scent of the wedding feast to come drifted from her gown to Jack’s now highly-sensitive nose.

It made his mouth water.

**********

In the receiving line after the wedding, Jack greeted all of their guests, even though his greetings were at times interrupted by the rumblings of his famished gut. By the time of the wedding, Jack’s stomach was unaccustomed to going without food for so long during waking hours - what with getting dressed, greeting the guests, the ceremony, and the receiving line, at least two hours had passed since Jack had eaten anything heavier than a chocolate! Behind him, the wedding feast smelled fabulous, and his massive belly was loudly signalling its hunger. Fortunately, Bernice came to his rescue.

“Here, Jack,” she said, handing over a thick steak and cheese pita wrap. “I could hear your tremendous tummy rumblings clear across the room. Congratulations,” she continued, as Jack bit thankfully into the fragrant offering. “I know you and Chris have a wonderful future together. There are a few things you should know, though. You do realise that this change is permanent, I hope?” she went on, patting Jack’s colossal, still grumbling belly.

“Well, I’d hoped that, after my weight tripled in the first four months,” Jack replied. “And I wouldn’t want to go back, anyway.”

“That’s good,” said Bernice, “because I don’t think you can. We’ll have a chance to talk more later. You don’t have any brothers, do you? If they respond even a quarter as well as you have, I know some women who’d love to meet them,” asked Bernice jokingly, as the line moved on.

When finally they’d shaken every hand, Jack and Chris moved towards the head table near the kitchen of the Club. He was not surprised to see Bernice already parked there, but was surprised by the line of servers waiting at the table. “Those boys and girls are all for you,” Chris told him. “I want you to eat, drink and be merry today, and you can do that best if you have some folks to help you.”

“You really want me over that half-ton mark, don’t you, Chris?”

“Only if you want to be, Jack.”

“All I know right now is that I’m hungry. Let’s get started.” And with that, Jack stepped up to his place at the head table and picked up his glass of champagne. “Friends, Romans, countryman,” he began, bowing slightly. “This is the happiest day of my life, a happiness I share with Chris, and now with all of you. Dig in, friends. Let the feasting begin!”

And with that, Jack dropped heavily onto the solid bench waiting for him, which groaned in response to the sudden, nearly half-ton load. The first of the servers stepped forward with a tray of appetisers - rich crab, fragrant cheese, exotic Thai, homespun ham - all of which were hand-sized, a couple of bites each. The server held the tray where Jack could easily grab the appetisers to pop them in his mouth, while a second server unfolded a serving table and set it on the head table near Jack’s right hand. She then proceeded to place drinks - Jack’s glasses of champagne, wine, juice, and milk - on the higher serving table, which made it easier for him to pick them up and deliver them to his mouth. Behind the server with the appetisers, a third server was unfolding another serving table that would bring the soup course - lobster bisque - closer to Jack’s mouth.

“If your arms should get tired,” said the server with the appetisers to Jack, “just tell us and we’ll be glad to feed you.” Her dark eyes shone as she winked flirtatiously at Jack. “We’ll all been watching you grow, and we’d be glad to help you along.”

*****
"Chris, can you get Bernice to come over," Jack asked during a pause between courses. He had consumed enough that he'd asked for the silver waistcoat to be unbuttoned, and was well on his way to feeling comfortably full, when he'd recalled Bernice's question about whether he had brothers.

"Jack, you asked for me," said Bernice as she approached, admiring anew the magnificent form of her new brother-in-law.

"You'd asked if I have any brothers," Jack said, driving straight to the point. "I do, three - Mike's over there" - Jack pointed with one heavy finger - "in the dark green jacket, and Chad and Peter are just beyond him. I'm afraid they're all married, though."

"Well, thank you. Don't worry about them being married - I'll just chat up their wives," Bernice remarked. "Now, can I get you another plateful - the veal is especially good...."

*****
Chris rolled over and considered the mountain of manhood now sleeping peacefully beside her. She admired how Jack’s bulk rose in a graceful arc above the bed, with his huge gut forming the top of the arc, standing nearly three feet tall. She noted the quiet grandeur of his heavy chest, which rose and fell slowly as he breathed. Even though she had ridden that mountain of flesh earlier this evening, still she marvelled anew at its sheer size.

Two months into their marriage and Chris’ ardour for Jack hadn’t cooled, and neither had his for her. His appetite hadn’t slowed either, though his rate of gain had, mercifully, slowed somewhat. And that wasn’t a bad thing, thought Chris, surveying the well over half-ton of male bulk snoozing beside her. She snuggled back against his warm front, curling up against a meaty pec hanging above a bulging gut, and Jack instinctively draped one huge, warm, meaty arm across her. Although she had also slept atop Jack, she really preferred this way, snuggled up against his warm bulk, enwrapped in his thick arms.

******

As well as his enormous response to Bernice’s magic potion, Jack’s presence around the restaurant also reinforced the magic with which Bernice had blessed her sister’s Big Diners’ Club. Since Jack’s acceptance of Chris’s proposal, the Club’s membership had doubled, as more and more big eaters found their way past that green front door. Club profits had risen even faster, though, easily covering the mortgage Chris had taken out at Jack’s urging to double the size of the Club. Every week, it seemed, Chris was able to find a huge quantity discount on exactly the ingredients she needed for that week’s menus - or a great deal on something new she hadn’t tried before. The set menus proliferated in their variety, and their caloric content.

With the expansion, the Club attracted new members, and Chris had to hire new staff as well to serve them. It seemed very lucky to Jack - or was it magic? - that the new people Chris hired all proved to be wonderful, and they seemed to show up just when the Club needed someone. Chris had not let anyone go after their probationary period. Even the teenagers she’d taken on part-time in the kitchen as a favour to a friend had proved conscientious and careful, and she soon moved them from casual help to permanent part-time employees.

Noticeably, too, the staff had all expanded in size - Marc, Jack’s waiter friend, had resumed gaining with the wedding feast, having put on five pounds that night, and ten pounds in the two months since, to his and his girlfriend’s delight. The pastry chef, Walter, who had been the same 300 pounds since he’d joined the staff suddenly was noticeably bigger. And the teenage boys grew noticeably fatter - which seemed to delight both their girlfriends AND their football coach..

And Club members continue to become bigger. Carl, the famous TV chef Carl, put on five pounds at Jack and Chris’s wedding feast, and continued to grow - in the two months since he’s added another 15 pounds, topping the 600 pounds level as he now moves 605 pounds around the television studio. His hefty spouse Danielle also added five pounds that day - and has since expanded past 450 pounds. Bob and Ann, the couple Jack had met the first day, have also grown again for the first time in several years. Tim, one of the young fathers in the club, saw his waistline expand by three inches in the week after the wedding.

The two teenage boys whom Chris employed in the kitchen part time became Club members the week after their arrival, and packed on ten pounds each in their first month! They brought along other members of their high school football team who in turn joined up and became faithful regulars. As a result of all this teenage gourmandising, by September the local high school’s football team boasted defensive and offensive lines that bulged with newly added weight. One tackle, a big but formerly fairly rawboned guy, added 35 pounds in two months.

****

One of those football players was Chris’s surprise find Carleton, the highschool football lineman who turned truck driver who grows, and grows, and grows - in magical resonance and ability, as well as girth. (Carleton proves to be that rare find, a male magician with magical resonance.) And not a few of his friends join too. All are changed by the Big Diners' Club.

In between being hired, and the start of the school and football year, Carleton packs on 28 pounds to 328 - but actually loses fat and gains a lot of muscle, a strong base to haul more weight. His waist has shrunk by eight inches, while his chest grows by five - and his thighs expand to strain his pants! By mid football season, he’s 335. By mid-grade 12, end of football season, he’s grown to a winning 343 - his waist has shrunk down to a 40, while his chest has expanded to an even 60 inches! Once football season is over, though, the Big Diners’ Club’s influence takes over fully - and Carleton ‘relaxes’ his way to 385 by graduation, packing on eight inches of fat around his gut.

Chris realises that Carleton has magic potential - just look at how his desires helped him re-shape his own body - and she introduces him to the world of shape-magic, wherein she finds he’s not just a locus, but a male magician..Carleton, to stay close to the Club, changes career directions, and takes up truck driving - while his buddies struggle with summer jobs, then college - and in three months of truck driving school he fleshes out nicely to 450, pretty much all of it fat - as reflected in his generous waistline of 60 inches.

Three months of road trips and truck-stop gorging sees Carleton celebrating his 19th birthday at a comfy 520 pounds. Around the local truck stops he’s known as the incredible inflating boy - though his 30 000 calorie a day intake wins him friends with waitresses who love to watch a boy eat! With a 70 inch waistline, he needs an adapted truck - and through the network of Club members, Carleton gets just the truck his beefed-up girth needs, the first off a new assembly line started up by, yes indeed, other members of the Big Diners' Club. With an adapted truck beneath his substantial frame, his weight blossoms. The next six months see him grow to 625 pounds, and develop a full seven-foot waistline. A year’s driving sees him up to a comfy 680 pounds, a 230 pound gain in a year! By age 21 his weight has levelled out at to a comfy 750 pounds, much of it bouncing around his midriff as a 100 inch waistline. Of course, as his weight grows, so does the potency of the magic he can focus and the strength of the spells he can work.

While Chris appreciates Carleton's skills as a delivery man for food to feed her growing club, his true value to the club is his magician’s skills combined with his weight-enhanced magical resonance of 31. Combined with his truck mobility, he makes a great magical troubleshooter!