Dalton’s Delight Pt 2


The following day Dalton woke up, looking at his pudgy belly before getting up. “I guess eating all that chocolate put some weight on me.”

Dalton thought for a minute, he loved the chocolate, but he didn’t want to let down the old man, he had no children, and the chocolate couldn’t be lost to humanity, it was the greatest chocolate ever. “A few extra pounds is nothing for something like this, sides it makes me more cuddly.”

After a small breakfast, as he would be eating again soon, Dalton made his way to the shop. “Weekends are the best time to get things like this done.”

Dalton headed over to the store and walked inside. “Ah hey there, ready to get to work?”

“Y-yeah…” Dalton said, he was a little shy, Dalton didn’t want the store owner to know that he was gaining weight off the chocolate the old man was making, as it might discourage him from making more.

“Hope you’re ready, today is non-stop taste testing batches you make, and some new recipes I’ve been trying.” The old man said, Dalton gulped a little, worried.

As the day went by Dalton ate and ate, so much chocolate, his own of 10 batches he made before finally getting the recipe down by heart, then the 12 or 13 odd batches of the new stuff, at the end of the day Dalton was sitting in a stool burping, chocolate all over his lips. “Oh god…so much…chocolate…”

“Quitting Time Kid.” The old man said, Dalton got up, a little wobbly, for god reason, the belly was now twice it’s size, causing Dalton’s shirt to ride up, he turned around as the old man came in, made it look like he was removing his apron.

“How was the new stuff?”

“Great, I loved every bit.” Dalton said a little nervous as he slowly removed the apron, the old man went into the back, perfect chance.

“See you tomorrow!” Dalton said loud enough for the old man to hear, wobbling to the door.

“See ya!” The old man replied, Dalton got stuck for a bit, he heard the old man’s footsteps but was able to push himself out as he headed home.

Dalton rubbed the flesh ball of a stomach, it was rumbling from eating too much chocolate. “Man…I think I need to find some way to cut back…just until I can slim down a bit, the old man wouldn’t want to sell the chocolate if he knew it’d make people get fat.”

The following day Dalton woke up, his stomach feeling less bulgy, but still moving hard, the large ball of fat shrunk down as it spread to his body, make it softer, pudgier. “Well…least my belly isn’t easily seen now.”

Dalton bundled up in a sweater, it wasn’t particularly a cold day, but it was cool enough that a sweater would work, Dalton made his way to the store when he noticed something, two cheerleaders from his school walking down, plump like he was and eating chocolate from the store, Dalton was puzzled. “Morning sir.”

“Heya Dalton, you look like you got something on your mind.” The old man said.

“It’s…” Dalton was worried, he didn’t know what to say, when suddenly the two girls he just saw came back.

“Sir you were two pounds short!” One said.

“Oh I’m terribly sorry ladies, next batch will be free for you.” He said putting two pounds in a bag and handing it to them.

“Sure we should keep eating this what about our diets?” One girl asked as they headed outside.

“And miss out on this chocolate, forget that swimsuit I’d rather…” Their voices faded as they headed down the road, Dalton was confused at how the old man simply went on like nothing had happened.

“Sir…those girls…” Dalton said.

“Yeah? They’re some of my regulars, just about as much as you, twigs to oaks.” The old man chuckled.

“You mean…you don’t mind that they’re…”

“Fat? NO! What gave you that idea?”

Dalton blinked, he was a bit surprised by all of this. “It’s just…being fat isn’t mainstream…”

“That’s the problem Dalton, being thin is so mainstream these days, why waste day after day after day doing nothing but trying to get a perfect body that no one has? Why not just ENJOY life, spend time eating food that was made with love and affection alongside friends.” The old man said.

“Sir…I’ve been putting on weight too…” Dalton said.

“Do you like the chocolate I make?”

“Yes, of course!” Dalton said.

“Then it shouldn’t matter, you’re enjoying life, and really that’s all people should care about, not about how you look, but how you feel.” Dalton smiled a bit.

“Now let’s get to work!” The old man said tossing Dalton his Apron, feeling happy that Dalton was burdened anymore.

The next week Dalton came into the store waddling, his rear like a barrel split in half, her stomach was a round beach ball in front of a small waterfall of fat that was Dalton’s chest and ribs a smile of his chubby face, that is until he saw the old man. “What’s wrong sir?”

“I have to head back to Germany, my ex-wife wants to sue me for everything I’m worth…just because I made her try and enjoy life…”

“That’s terrible!”

“Not to worry Dalton, I’ll be back, it was already a case that had no one for it, she just managed to bribe some people here and there, I’ll be fine, but whether or not I am, I leave the store in your care.” The old man said.

“I promise! I’ll look after it sir! If you don’t return I’ll do everything I can to make the store popular!” Dalton said.

“I knew I was right asking you for help Dalton.” The old man said smiling.


Weeks and weeks passed, Dalton ate the chocolate, grew fatter, and fatter he sold chocolate and others around him grew fatter and fatter, all the while he made chocolate after chocolate, growing sweeter each time, even more so then the old man’s! Weeks became months as the now blobular Dalton was eating a batch as well as putt some out. “Another day another…”

Soon the cheerleading squad came waddling slowly in. “Hey Dalty! Got our orders ready?”

“As always girls…” Dalton reached with his bulky hand for the bags handing them to the girls.

“Thanks!” They said in unison.

Dalton was happy, ever since he began running the store he became more popular around town, people visited him everyday, first for the chocolate, then for him, even some to work for him. A whole year passed, Dalton now immobile relied on his new friends to help make chocolate and move him around, they were glad to, and always gave him the sweet chocolate he loved. “Life just can’t get any better…”

It did, a taxi rode up, the door opened, the old man came out looked at the expanded store and came in. “DALTON!”

“Old man!” Dalton said overjoyed seeing his old master.

“You’ve done some growing up Dalton, both physically and socially.” The old man smiled a tear in his eye.

“My cooking skills also grew.” Dalton said offering some chocolate, the man took it and ate it, before crying.

“You’ve made an old man proud Dalty.”

“And you made some great chocolate.”

“No…WE did…” The old man said as the two smiled eating the sweet chocolate one more time

The End