This choice: ....still munching as well as binging, and is a lot bigger! • Go Back...Chapter #7Ellen and the critic by: Unknown Ellen handed off her most recent dish to the waitress and grabbed a handful of fries from the leftovers coming in. The hand that grabbed them was rather portly-looking, with even the fingers thicker than they had been. Ellen smiled as she chewed, her double chin jostling with the motion. She still wasn't fully aware of all the snacks she took. Oh, she was typically better, but only at hiding it from her boss. Despite now packing away enough for a three-person family at each meal, Ellen had definitely not stopped her nearly constant intake of food. And it showed. She had graduated to the largest size uniform the Stew Pot had in stock, and even that was tight against her big, round belly. It was almost always too full to have a proper fold in it, more like a heavy balloon hanging from her. It was framed by now visible love handles situated atop a pair of hips that made Ellen fond of double doors and curse the narrower doorways of her home. Her bubble butt had become a full on badonkadonk, a booty she could've rested a pair of dinner plates on. Even her breasts got in on the action, full and jiggling D-cups that framed the top shelf of her belly nicely. Ellen was a bubbly person in body and personality now, that was for sure.
"Listen up people!" Pauline called, entering the kitchen brusquely. She made Ellen jump, and wipe the grease from her chin as best she could with the back of her hand. That just made the fur on the back of her hand even greasier. She began to lick it surreptitiously as Pauline spoke to the hastily assembled staff.
"Leonard Cambela is on vacation, and guess which 'local flavor' he decided to check out?" she asked. Several of the chefs groaned. Ellen looked around in confusion.
"That's right. I'm going to need a volunteer. Come on, let's be adults about this, before I make you draw straws." Pauline told them, hands on her hips. Ellen tentatively raised her hand.
"Um..."
"Good, Ellen, it's settled then."
"N-no, I just wanted to know who's-"
"Doesn't matter." Pauline said, walking over to her. "You're it. And if I see so much as a stale fry in your mouth while working, we'll be serving him stuffed eevee instead." she ended with a sharp poke in Ellen's gut. It was probably meant to hurt, but Ellen had so much padding that it just made her jiggle. Ellen barely suppressed a giggle. Pauline turned away in disgust. Ellen looked around, finding looks of sorrow and condolences all around.
"Who's Leonard ca-whatever?" she asked allowed. An older chef, a Zangoose whose fur was more gray than white, put an arm around her and patted her sadly.
"The king of food critics, like Satan's the king of devils. Most critics want an authentic experience, but not him. He makes himself known, since no matter what you do, chances are he'll tear you apart. Restaurants live or die...mostly die...by his word."
The whole time, Ellen had shrunk herself down as much as she could. She let out a whimper, ears flat against her head and her tail plastered between her massive cheeks.
"But...he's on vacation, right?"
"Oh, yes." the zangoose let her go. "So we'll - and I mean you - will be chewed out on his blog, facebook, and twitter instead of professionally."
"Twitter?"
"He packs so much venom into 250 characters, it's an art form." the zangoose wandered off. Ellen gulped.
"Order up!" A waitress called. "....from Cambela." Ellen took the order. She took a deep breath and got to work. Her binges had done more than just work on her figure. She had, for variety's sake, gotten to cooking massive amounts of every type of dish she could think of. Cambela's order for honey-roasted pig and a side of minced vegetables, even if they technically didn't serve any of that, was no problem. Ellen got to work.
Several minutes later, all Ellen could do was pace. She had served her food, there was nothing to do but wait. The entire staff was nervous. Ellen feared the worst. Another chef, seeing her worry, handed her a plate of hash browns. Ellen took them thankfully and began to munch.
"How goes the - ah ha!" Pauline burst in. Ellen froze.
"Ellen! You pig! Can you not stop eating for one minute!" Pauline stormed up to her. She had to reach her arm out as much as she could to waggle her finger in Ellen's face.
"I oughta, I oughta-"
"Wh-here is she?" came an accented call, "Whhere is ze chef zat prepared my meal?!" a small, pear shaped Empoleon barged in. Pauline stepped aside, looked at him, and grinned.
"That would be her!" she said. Ellen wrung her hands and whimpered. The Empoleon, who was honest-to-goodness wearing a monocle, studied her up and down. He approached her, and then suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Madmoiselle." he said, kissing her hand, "I never expected to find, of all things, cuisine in such a, how you say, a dump? Truly, you are a chef among chefs, as a king among kings!"
Ellen, Pauline, and everyone else's jaws dropped. The empoleon kissed her hand again.
"Erm...thank you." Ellen said, "I aim to please."
"Ah, such sweetness, as well! An exampleh to chefs everywhere!" he pulled out a card. "But my words, they have a double entendre, how you say, two meanings? I am exhhhausted with the world of a critic. I want to start my own restaurant, to show these simpletons how it is done. I want, no, need a chef such as yourself."
If Ellen's jaw had been hanging before, it hit the floor now. She could only imagine what kind've restaurant this guy would run. She would be moving up in the world.
"You can't!" Pauline interrupted. "I mean, you can't take my head chef from me, now can you."
"Head, chef?" Ellen asked in a squeak. Pauline nodded.
"Of course. Who else would get to design my menu?" Pauline said with a wide, unnatural grin. Ellen hesitated, glancing from the empoleon to her boss.
"Well, well I think I'll...."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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