Food Critic's Just Deserts 5 (Patreon)

Situated in the main dining room once more, Brittany released Craig's arm, and rushed momentarily away. Without her support, Craig could feel for the first time how truly unstable his new body was. He stood there, before the crowd of gaping patrons and employees, wavering and wobbeling. The weight of his monstrous belly was pulling him forward, so he attempted to compensate, by jutting his massive ass cheeks outward behind him. Too much! He felt his body begin to stumble backward. He was sure he would smack the ground in moments, when from the other room, Brittany came sprinting in, positioning two foldable chairs just in time to catch the posteriur of poor Criag. The chairs groaned under his weight, as his mass revererabted and jiggled.

Brittany stood before the behemoth with both hands at her hips watching the show. She looked on at the massive man seated uncomfortably before her, with an expression that very well may have been pride. Craig, his belly and ass feeling the cool air of the restaurant, and feeling very exposed, attempted to shift himself in the double chairs to gather some sense of decency. "My," Brittany smiled, "You really have gotten yourself into a state!" Craig squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze. "I almost feel bad for you! But then, it was your intent to ruin my reputation and put all my hardworking employees out of business, wasn't it?" Craig released a massive belch, to the groaning dismay of the other occupants of the restaurant. Brittany let out another prideful chuckle. "I hope, by the end of this you'll have learned a valuable lesson in humility!" Craig whimpered, as his stomach let forth yet another earth shattering rumble. "Right!" She called, You must be starving!" She stared at Craig's stomach sternly as another echoing squelching rumble sounded, like a disapproving mother telling her child he should have known better. "Let me take care of that for you! "Boys!!, " she called to the kitchen. "I want you to cook up every buttery fattening treat  in the books! Go crazy with it!! Add as much butter, and oil and fat as you think he can handle! Give him a taste of real authentic southern cooking!!" The kitchen cheered and got to work. She turned back to Craig, and patted his volumous belly. "We'll have you full in no time!" She winked and turned to oversee the kitchen's hard work.

"Oh god," Craig managed to moan between another series of softer burps and hiccups, and wondered with dreadful curiosity how much fatter he could possibly get.