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How Preggos Closed Billy’s All-You-Can-Eat

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How Preggos Closed Billy’s All-You-Can-Eat
By ChubbySong321


It was a slow afternoon at “Billy’s All-You-Can-Eat”. With only 2 customers in the place, and at least 3 people on staff, not including Billy himself, nothing much was happening. Billy, a strong-looking man in his early 40s who had short, black, hair, green eyes and sported a white apron, pants, t-shirt and chef’s hat, sighed at the situation

It was then it happened. The ground began to shake for a moment. Then again and again and again! Billy looked at his staff and everybody seemed to have the same idea. This had to be an earthquake! Billy ran to the kitchen doorway to brace himself. However, something seemed quite odd about this “earthquake”. After all, it was almost rhythmic in its shaking

Billy wasn’t given much time to pounder this as a thin man in his 30s, who was dressed in a bus driver’s uniform, rushed through the door and ran up to the cashier at the buffet. The cashier himself was around the same age and weight, but was dressed in the same clothes as Billy, minus the chef’s hat. It was, after all, the uniform for this restaurant’s staff

“Is the buffet still open?” The bus driver panted out in a panic

“Y-Yes, but can’t you see we’re in the middle of an eart…” The cashier began

“Great! Our bus broke down. I’ve been driving these women to this plus-sized pregnancy convention and…they just can’t take it anymore! You’ve got to let them in!!!” The driver interrupted, growing more desperate as the shaking grew louder and louder. He quickly shoved a few $50 bills into the cashier’s hands, hoping to get things moving

Before the cashier could even think, the double-doors to the buffet flew open, hitting the bus driver out of the way in a cartoonish manner. The poor cashier could only gasp at the sight that greeted him. It was suddenly clear there had been no earthquake. No, this has been the pregnant women the bus driver talked about

There were so many the poor cashier couldn’t even count them. However, the driver from before wasn’t lying. Each pregnant woman was massive! They really were all plus-sized preggos…hungry plus-sized preggos who’d just entered a buffet

The poor cashier could make out the 3 girls in front of the pack quite clearly. There was a red-headed woman in grey sweatpants and a dark-pink hoddie that had the words “Fat Momma” on it. Her hair was long and flowing. She also looked to be in her mid-20s. She wasn’t that fat all around, but her stomach was huge! She must’ve been carrying triplets

Standing next to her was an African-American woman in her early 30s. She was wearing a white and blue-stripped dress that couldn’t conceal her chunky frame, especially her bulging, pregnant, middle and plush rear. She had short-cut hair and looked eager to feed

However, these 2 were nothing compared to the girl standing in front of the pack. She was pleasantly plump all over, but had the biggest belly the poor cashier had ever seen on anybody. That was really saying something, given that he worked at a buffet! The woman in her late 20s had blond hair, done up in a bun, and sparkling, blue, eyes that gleamed with delight, and pride, as she led the mother’s into the buffet. She wore a simple, white, skirt and, equally white, crop-top that let her belly show for all to see

“Okay Ladies. We’re big, we’re hungry, we’re eating for 2 and we’re at a buffet: Let’s munch!!!” She announced to the gravid group behind her

This sent shivers of fear down the spins of everybody who worked at the buffet. Most of all, it scared Billy. He’d seen quite a bit in his time running an all-you-can-eat restaurant. He knew when there was going to be trouble and these big, fat, preggos waddling into the place was the most troubling thing he’d ever witnessed…

…Until they started eating, that is. Despite being so large, each overweight, pregnant, woman was quick to hit the many trays of food this buffet held. It was like a swarm of big-bellied locust descending on a ripe crop. They were everywhere poor Billy looked!

He could see an overly-plump woman in her late 20s starting in on the rolls and gravy at the front of the buffet. Her gravid, yet slightly soft, belly was pushing between her jeans and blouse. The brunette was happily stuffing roll, after roll, after roll into her greedy mouth. Of course, each breaded treat only went in after being dipped into the, quickly vanishing, pot of gravy

He looked a little further down the line and could see a shorter, fatter, Asian woman in her early 30s was happily slurping up his array of soups as fast as she could manage. Her brown eyes were alight with delight as she used a breadstick as a large straw. Billy assumed she’d hollowed it out to be able to do so. Her long, flowing, dark, hair breezed from side to side as she mixed and matched different flavors, only pausing to mutter something about “cravings” before continuing

The poor manager darted his eyes over to the section where most of the meat was held. He saw 2, pregnant, girls this time. They were clearly twins. Both looked to be in their freshman years of college and both also looked quite obese. They had the same curly, red, hair and green eyes. They even sported the same dark-green shorts and light-orange shirts, neither of which could cover up their massive, fat, pregnant, bellies…especially as they playfully fought over a, particularly plump, whole, chicken. Heck, the twins had gotten up onto the trays and were playing a game of tug-of-war with the poor, cooked, bird, each holding an end of the whole chicken in their mouths

Billy didn’t linger to see which twin won. He had far too many preggos attacking his buffet to keep his attention in 1 spot for that long. He could clearly see the red-headed woman wearing sweats from before. She was working her way through the impressive trays of pasta his restaurant held. She had, somehow, gotten 3 different types of pasta from 3 different trays all worked into 1, big, noddle and was currently sucking them up like they were nothing. He could swear he could see her belly slowly growing bigger with each massive, greedy, slurp she took

He quickly looked over to see the African-American woman from before happily working her way back and forth between 2 rows of trays. He couldn’t make out exactly what she was eating from each as she waddled between the rows. After all, she was stuffing herself way too fast for that. However, he could see the smile on her face, the look of ecstasy in her eyes and her massive, fat, pregnant, middle bobbing in time with her footsteps as she paced from 1 end of the isle to the other, not stopping for even a second

Billy darted his eyes over to the seating section of the restaurant. He could see the only 2, non-pregnant, customers in the place running for the door with all their might, doing their best to escape the gluttonous chaos. Billy swore under his breath at this, especially as all but 1 of his staff members, including the cashier from before, quickly followed suit

Things didn’t get any better as he noticed a Hispanic woman in her late 30s sitting at a table with her swollen feet up. She had long, dark, hair and brown eyes. She was sporting a dark-green t-shirt and blue jeans that were opened. Of course, her feet weren’t the only things resting on the table. Her caramel-toned, round, pregnant, belly was happily resting on it as well. Sitting on top of that was the entire build-you-own-taco section of the buffet! It looked like had been ripped right out of the trays! Of course, this chubby preggo was stuffing tacos into her mouth at lightning speed

It was then it happened. Young Timmy, 1 of his newest staff members and the only person on his payroll to still be in the buffet, took a stand. He got up and stood protectively of the last, 2, rows of food the preggos had, somehow, yet to reach. Being thin and only 19, he’d never dealt with a situation quite like this before

Billy had, or at least had dealt with a few fatter customers like these preggos. He knew this wasn’t going to end well for the latest addition to his staff, especially since he could see 4, pregnant, fatties headed straight for the teen. He tried to warm him,

“Timmy move! Don’t be a hero!” He cried out

However, Timmy held his stance. He couldn’t let this go on any further. After all, his minimum-wage paycheck depended on the buffet not going bust. So he stood there, weapon in hand, which was nothing more than a long ladle, and put on his best game-face

It didn’t work and the group of plus-sized preggos waddled right into him. The poor boy didn’t stand a chance. Billy could barely look, but when he fully glanced back at the scene before him, the preggos had moved onto the trays of the buffet and Timmy was nowhere to be found. Worse yet, he could’ve sworn the blond, pregnant, woman from before, who’d led the women into the buffet, burped out an apron!

Billy shivered at this. He really hoped he’d imaged that and, given the stress he was under and the chaos all around him, he might’ve. Just like he might’ve imaged what happened next

The poor man closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He then shouted out loud,

“How can you all be so greedy!?!”

It was then the overweight, stuffed, pregnant, women did something very strange. The blond leader grinned slyly at Billy as the women all, in time, began to sing,

“We’re pregnant mommies
With big, round, tummies
That are always grumbling
Cause we’re ALWAYS hungry!”

Billy couldn’t believe this was happening. Still, the girls paused here to showingly rub their big, bloated, bellies before they continued,

“Now we were fat before
And it’s a fact we don’t need to repeat
That fat girls at their very core
Just LOVE to eat!
It’s the reason why,
we can’t see our feet!”

This time the women happily, and proudly, patted their bellies before they, once again, continued,

“Our hunger’s only gotten worse,
since we’ve got babies in our girths
We’re all now preggy!
We’re constantly craving!
With food we’re not slow,
since we’re basically waddling black holes!”

The girls all picked up a heaping tray of food each. Each preggo sucked their whole tray down in 2-3 seconds flat. Billy could only go wide-eyed at the sight, especially as he saw every belly grow a good inch, or 2, from this. The women then finished their song with,

“So you’d better watch out
You’d better not get loud
Cause we’re pregnant, fat and hungry
We wanna fill our tummies
We’re going to eat every scrap of food
And, if you try and stop us, we just might eat you!”

The girls then all let out a large, simultaneous, burp that shook the buffet before they happily giggled and went back stuffing themselves, with the blond preggo winking at Billy before returning to her own gluttonous gorging. She was eating faster than any of the other pregnant women in the restaurant. So much so, that he could clearly see her exposed belly growing with each, massive, bite she took. Her gravid belly was so big. Billy was shocked she could even still stand up straight

As the manager looked around, something got him even more terrified of these hungry, hungry, preggos. It wasn’t just how much rounder they all seemed to be since their arrival. It wasn’t even how much they had eaten, although that was enough to terrify anybody. No, it was just how little food was now left for the binging mothers-to-be

He could clearly see a woman with long, brown, hair and green eyes, who was sporting a blue crop-top and grey, yoga, pants that completely showed off her big, round, belly, was nearing the end of the pile of burgers she was eating. Only a few remained and the woman in her early 30s was mowing through them at a rate that would make them run out in less than a minute

He quickly looked over to see an obese, college-aged, girl who had tan skin, medium, black, hair and brown eyes. She was currently taking out the all-day breakfast bar his establishment was proud to offer. She was happily squirting 2 bottles of syrup, 1 in each of her hands, onto a massive plate stacked impossibly high with flapjacks, omelets and topped with sausage links. Every other tray around her had been emptied and this girl looked so eager to eat she didn’t even seem to care she was getting syrup all over her black, dress-covered, belly-bump. The poor garment looked as if it would explode if she got any bigger

Before he even had time to look at the next girl, he could hear the pregnant women’s munching growing quieter until it finally stopped. They had finished off everything the buffet held. Only the lead girl with the blond hair was still eating. She was resting her tummy on a, formally well stocked, dessert cart and had a massive tub of ice cream and pickles resting on her massive middle. She happily, and greedily, used the last few pickles like spoons to get the last few drops of ice cream into her mouth

The blond preggo blissfully rolled her eyes as she sucked down the final ice cream-covered pickle. She then smiled before she let out a massive burp, many of her fellow plus-sized moms- to-be followed suit with her. This caused the empty pickle jar, and tub of ice cream, to bounce onto the floor

They had done it. These big, round, fat, pregnant, women had just eaten every scrap of food “Billy’s All-You-Can-Eat” buffet held! Poor Billy could only whimper as he saw this, knowing these gluttonous preggos had just bankrupted him!

The lead, blond, pregnant, woman could only contentedly rub over her tummy in bliss. She happily let out another, smaller, burp in satisfaction. She then began,

“It looks like this place is cleaned out. *URRRP* Let’s go see if we can find a restaurant with portions that are a little less stingy.” She told the rest of the big-bellied mamas

Billy could only gasp as he saw the same plump, gravid, woman begin to lead her pack of preggos towards the front door. She wasn’t walking towards it, or even waddling towards it. No, this particular girl had grown so big she was using her legs to happily wheel herself out using his dessert cart as a belly-board! Her torpedo-gut heavily lying on top of the poor, strained, trolley

Billy had no choice. He had to duck behind the nearest table as the preggos came towards him. He knew if he didn’t get out of their way, he’d be trampled by them, or worse. He closed his eyes and did his best to hide away as the ground shook around him. He could hear the pregnant women talking about what they were now craving and how they couldn’t wait to eat more after this “small snack” as they passed by him

After what seemed like an eternity, the ground finally stopped shaking. It took the poor man a few minutes more to get back on his feet. After all, he wanted to make sure the coast was clear. He looked around to see nobody else was in the restaurant, just him and a bunch of licked-clean trays, pots, and other dishes

He was on the verge of crying. His business had been wiped out in a single night. However, his phone beeping stopped him from doing so. He could see a new post had been made on a review page for his buffet. He quickly opened it

He wished he hadn’t. It was a post from the blond, pregnant, girl. She was happily posing on his dessert cart with a wink and her non-phone-holding hand proudly pointing at her massive belly. He shivered just seeing it

However, he shivered again as he read what she wrote:

“Great food. Small portions. Perfect for anything you might be craving. I know me, and my new friends, will be back later today for round 2~”

Billy gulped and dropped his phone in fear after reading this. He didn’t know what was going to happen when the plus-sized, pregnant, women returned. All he knew was he wasn’t going to be here when they did! He quickly bolted out the back door, thinking now would be a particularly goodtime for a career change

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This is something I did up for Mayternity

Billy is sad it’s such a slow day at his all-you-can-eat buffet. Little does he know just how lively things will get when a bus caring a bunch of hungry, plus-sized, pregnant, women brakes down near his restaurant

This is a story that’s heavily inspired by “Pull Over” by PregnantStuffer on DA (You can find it here: https://www.deviantart.com/pregnantstuffer/art/PULL-OVE... ). It’s 1 of my all-time favorites and I thought it would be cool to write in the same vain

I will mention that there is some brief, implied, vore in this story. It’s nothing too major, and I left it up to your imagination as to if it “really” happens. I just thought I’d put up a bit of warning for those who aren’t into vore ^_-

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