The Fat House

The Wolf Arrives at an ominous fast food restaurant and soon gives in to his own gluttony.

In A dark desolate part of town, sitting alone

beside a railroad track. Was a shanty looking fast

food restaurant.

It always remained open but only one patron seemed to

come but never come out. On it’s sign at the window,

in red neon letters were the words.

The Fat House.

Opened

Any hour.

It all happened that a sharply dressed wolf

arrived at The Fat House that evening. He licked his

chops and rubbed his gurgling belly when he entered the

restaurant. It was nothing entirely special as he went

inside, just a long white table with a row of stools

and flickering fluorescent lights.

The wolf straightened his collar and tie and took a

seat. A fat and jolly pig in a greasy apron walked

out from the kitchen door to greet his customer with a

big toothy grin.

“And what would you care to order sir,” asked the pig

cheerfully as saliva flew from his drooling maw.

“Well if you have any, I’d like a hamburger please’’,he

replied condescendingly, already garnering a low

opinion of his host’s unsanitary look.

“One hamburger, coming up,” boomed the jovial pig

“how much?,” asked The Wolf reaching for his wallet,“it

isn’t with money that you pay”,his host replied

pulling out a sharpie from his apron pocket “it’s

with a number on your paw” his customer was bewildered,

“then how do you keep business afloat?.”

“Well sir,”the pig explained with a slightly mocking

smile,“the patrons of our humble establishment have a

tendency to find our cuisine to be of such high quality

and taste that they tend to eat and eat until they

become as big as a bursting sausage.”

The Wolf was confused how could a restaurant stay

afloat without the payment of Money?, He thought “and

don’t worry”,the pig said, as if he knew what his

patron was thinking “we are sponsored by a company you

don’t know about.”

He didn’t understand what he entirely meant. Nor why he

was so cryptic for someone managing A restaurant. But

he decided to just go along with this weird payment to

get something to eat. He stretched out his left paw to

the pig and on it he wrote the number 65.

“Please relax as get I the grill going for your

burger,” boomed the pig went towards the kitchen

door, but not before turning his head to ask “would you

like fries with it?” the wolf thought for a moment then

in a courteous manner, “yes, fries are good with

hamburgers”,the pig giggled,“if you say so”. Without

another word the pig opened the door to the kitchen and

closed it behind him.

The wolf waited patiently as he could hear the

sizzling of cooking hamburger meat cooking and bubbling

grease boiling in preparation for the fries that will

along with his order of one burger from the other side

of the room. After a minute waiting, the door to the

kitchen flew open as the pig came in carrying a

hamburger and french fries on a tray and he set it down

in front of his consumer.

The wolf gave the hog an indifferent look who was

giving him a wide grin, waiting for him to try

hamburger. The Wolf felt if he were to enjoy his meal

in peace he’d just have take at least one bite of his

hamburger.

After just one bite he realized that it actually tasted

delicious. So delicious in fact that just gobbled up in

one bite and when he ate his french fries he realized

that they do had a rich taste that was hard to resist

that half a second his fries had gone down the wolf’s

stomach, the grease from his still on his lips.

“And how does our big hungry wolf think of his

meal”,joked the chubby pig. The wolf let out a burp “it

was just delicious”,he replied gratefully. Suddenly his

stomach started to growl again, he was still

hungry,“say” the wolf said turning his server

smiling,“you said I could feast here as much as I

like, right?”,The boar’s smile grew wide again, almost

to his cheeks and nodded his head “well, my own hunger

is craving for more of your cuisine” the wolf’s

mouth began to water at the thought of getting more of

what this diner had to offer. The manager giggled “just

look up at the menu”,he said, pointing at it from above

him.

The wolf scanned the list of foods intently and then

stared back at the manager “I’ll take the extra large

vanilla milkshake, six hamburgers, a cheesecake, and

large bucket of fried Chicken”,The pig’s smile became

ever wider like that of a jack o lantern “Would you

like the special grease drenched hamburgers?”,it helps

to enrich it’s taste”,His consumer eagerly

nodded “excellent”,said The jovial pig eagerly “I’ll

get your second helping”.

The wait took a bit longer this time. but it was worth

it. The pig took each food he requested one by one.

After his feast was laid out before him started wolfing

down every last bit of his food, from six hamburgers

and fried chicken, to the extra large milkshake.

Once he finished he was twice as big as when he first

came in. The buttons of suit coat popped off and his

broken belt lay sadly on the floor.

“Sir”,said the pig observantly starring at the now

fattened wolf, “if your are still hungry, how

about I feed you every food on the menu, that way you

could taste all that we have here without getting just

one thing off the menu.”

The wolf wagged his tail in approval,“yes, I want more”

he begged through heavy pants as grease started to drip

through his teeth as wheezed and struggled for air.

At that point onward The Pig gave The Wolf everything

that was on the menu and he watched him give in to his

own gluttony and the progress of his expanding figure

with A triumphant grin.

Dirty plates, food stains, and bits of food were

scattered across the table, the suit coat was cast

aside with the belt. There The wolf sat, now a gigantic

blob, what was left of formal attire was drenched on

grease. The stool he sat on broke from massive weight.

“Would that be all sir?”,asked The Pig, his patron let

out a huge belch,“that will be all thanks”,he replied

having a difficult time breathing.

He slowly got up to leave, but when he tried reach the

door he struggled to lift his legs as his knees buckled

under all his new blubber. Not only that but his own

vision started to fade, his belly started groaning from

indigestion and he could feel his breath running short.

Suddenly he felt literal grease coming out of his body

and the through huffing and puffing something gooey

started to develop that made his breathing even more

difficult. It tasted like grease and what the wolf saw

dripping out of his mouth was amalgamation of

grease and lard.

At last he gave up on reaching the door and fell down

on the floor, helpless and barely breathing. he pig

walked up to him smiling. The Wolf started to whimper

it was his only way of pleading for help since his

mouth was clogged out up with the greasy fat.

But the pig just patted The wolf’s bloated stomach and

gave him a toothy grin that showed all his sharp pointy

teeth. “You’ll make lovely meat for the chef to cook

tonight, nice, juicy, and stuffed with grease.” The

wolf gave the pig a look of both confusion and fear.

“I know I wouldn’t mind a bite of you myself”,chuckled

the pig as he licked the bloated wolf with his

long slimy tongue as the pitiful wolf shuddered

uncomfortably. “Oh and I must warn you”,the pig said

with mocking laugh,“the chef likes to play with the

meat before cooking it.

Before he could process what was happening, the wolf

felt the floor open from under him. The Wolf found

himself falling into a trap door and unto a large

wooden chopping block.

The wolf’s eyes darted across the crimson red room

and saw that rows of knives were hung on each side. The

wolf started make heavy panicked breaths causing the

mash to splatter from his mouth.

Beside him stood a small devil like creature dressed in

a tall chef’s hat and white apron holding a long blood

stained knife. He starred at the wolf with an ugly

grin, showing off his sharp yellow teeth as the wolf

stared back in terror.

The creature chuckled maliciously and licked the knife

clean with his long snakelike tongue. He seemed to

relish in The Wolf’s dread as he ran cold sharp edge

across the vast midsection in as the wolf shivered

with fright and winced as the hideous creature beside

him started kneading the rolls of greasy fat on his

body.

The chef started climbing on his girth. Digging his

claws into The Wolf’s bulging flesh until finally he

reached to chest starring at the frightened wolf with a

crazed look.

His eyes glowed a hellish red, his jaws drooling yellow

saliva as he held up the knife “it’s dinner time!”,He

screamed.

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[Ian Barnhill]

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