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He had never crossed the street from the office to have lunch at this particular fast food restaurant before, but after a rather busy morning, Dylan had nothing on hand to actually eat. He wasn't going to simply settle for a candy bar from the vending machine, either. He didn't think that it would hurt if he had himself a burger and fries at least once in a blue moon.
As he stepped inside of the building, Dylan fully expected to be overwhelmed and even repulsed. He wasn't the kind of person that this establishment was meant for, after all. However, when he approached the counter to make an order, he was immediately greeted by a sight he would never have been ready for.
"Hey there, hon," The woman behind the counter grinned, and then she even winked as well for good measure, "What can I get ya today~?"
This fast food worker was undoubtedly the largest, fattest woman that Dylan had ever seen. However, he felt anything BUT repulsed by her appearance. In fact, on the very instant that he laid his eyes on her, a sudden sense of fascination struck him out of the blue. It was something that he hadn't experienced since the longest time that he could remember.
Eyes of amber that sparkled in the light. A ring in her left nostril. Her face was exceptionally round, her neck and her double chin thicker than tires, and those plump lips remained parted just enough to reveal all of her perfect teeth glimmering like a pearl necklace. She had such a sultry voice: honey was being poured into his ears whenever she spoke. Her dark hair was silky and curly in all of the most perfect ways possible.
Her uniform was clearly undersized for someone so outrageously robust in shape. The uniforms that they wore here were primarily orange with four alternating blue and white strips across the center of the chest, complete with orange visor with one blue stripe and one white stripe on the brim. The name tag, which was how Dylan learned that her name was Jasmine, was clipped over the left breast.
He was obviously hesitant to let his spontaneous adoration get the better of him, for many reasons, but he couldn't help himself. After he had read the name tag, his eyes briefly wavered from that spot, and in the span of a single second, he had discovered so much more about the aforementioned chest than he thought possible.
Yet It was all so impressive! The curvature of her voluptuous chest was far too defined inside that orange shirt; you could practically make out the outline of her bra without even needing to try. He wasn't going to begin to try to guess a bra size, that was uncouth behavior, but she already knew that her recent growths had made her larger than P-cup already.
Her breasts were gargantuan, sizeable enough to bury a man's head but tucked away just to tease. They had a considerable amount of jiggle and wobble to them too. No amount of clothing would ever have any hope of being able to TRULY contain those substantial mammaries.
Jasmine hadn't noticed Dylan's gaze had lasted longer on her bust than a half-second, or maybe she had but simply chose to laugh it off. "Heh, look at that face on you! You must be pretty shocked, huh? I bet you wouldn't be surprised to hear it, but a lot of guys tend to be when they come in here for the first time and see me. Yeah, I'm the kind of girl whose car lifts up a few inches after dislodging herself from behind the driver's seat. I only started working here recently, but I've always been a big fan of the fast food here! It only made sense that I got myself a job here when this is the place that made me this BIG in the first place! Ha ha ha ha!"
"I'm sorry." Dylan muttered a quick apology from under his breath. He was an important member of his advertising firm and, even if he was probably around the same age as this super-sized beauty in front of him, it didn't mean that he could simply behave like a beast around her.
He nervously gripped tight the handle of his suitcase in his right hand. He shouldn't dawdle around here and gawking at a woman trying to do her job, no matter how pretty and friendly she seemed.
Jasmine waved off these concerns, literally waving her hand in front of Dylan's face. Even this meager gesture, however, made her tremendous bingo wing jostle about for a good second or two. The work uniform's short sleeves left her enormously fat arms completely exposed.
They looked like several bags of marshmallows were stuffed into her forearms, but there was nothing really there except for copious amounts of soft, squishy, loose blubber. They were so big that she couldn't fully put them down to her sides, too much armpit fat in the way. Never before had Dylan looked at a woman's arms and saw such potential before like he did with Jasmine's incredible upper limbs.
"Nothin' to apologize for, hon. I like chatting up with people, getting to know them and all that, especially ones like you." Jasmine did not elaborate what she meant about 'ones like you', but before Dylan could inquire, she continued, "It's actually pretty slow here lately. Just look behind me. Nobody's got anything to do in the back." Jasmine jabbed her plump thumb over her shoulder.
Dylan looked that way, just as she commanded. He saw there were three other people tucked away in that stuffy little kitchen behind the counter. Two of them, both women, were on their phones. The third, a man, was anxiously fiddling with the dials on the fryer. Dylan didn't know what to think about any of them, nor he didn't know their names.
As his mind once again delved back into that ever-so-tempting gutter, though, he couldn't resist taking notice that Jasmine was definitely the heaviest of her fellow employees by at least a hundred pounds.
The two women on their phones were chubby ones, but Jasmine was so big that she could probably eat them whole if she wanted. When she leaned forward to whisper, Jasmine's breasts practically pooled themselves over the counter even while still tucked inside her uniform.
"Becky and Annie over there? They're good, they're cool, but damn do they need to stop complaining so much! They gotta lighten up about their weights already and just let go! Seriously, nothing is better than going WHOLE HOG and stuffing your face as much as you want~! You see me? I used to be their size when I started working here! I'd always been on the large side, believe it or not, but I LIKE being on the large side! I came waddling my big butt around these parts so often that those two already knew me by name before I even started wearing a name tag! They welcomed me like a sibling when I brought in my resume!"
Jasmine laughed about it, and since Dylan didn't know what else to do, he laughed along with her. Jasmine smiled at him. She tapped her fingers against her jowl as she rested her face partially into her palm. Her fingernails were quite long, but given they were painted to look like space and the stars, they were clearly cared well for. She wore a gold bracelet around her chubby little wrist.
"It sounds like you really do enjoy your life. You love it here. I won't sugarcoat it, you're more amazing than you realize." Dylan just had to say that much, get it off of his chest while he still could. His heart was pounding so fast but he wasn't sure he could actually hear it.
"Oh, dude, you SHOULD sugarcoat it! I love sugar more than most girls as you can probably tell!" Jasmine laughed and performed a little jiggle in place before she said, "Anyway, they love me and everything, but I don't get why they think it's a big problem about how much I eat or how fat I get. Look, listen, I'm literally surrounded by cheeseburgers, french fries and fried chicken just about all day every day! How WASN'T I going to blow up quick, almost too quick? Fortunately, I still do the work, so it doesn't really matter with my boss or anyone else if it's a damn tight squeeze getting between the grill and the fryer, I'm still bringing in the money...when there's money to be had, that is."
"It's unfortunate that this place isn't doing well. I'm sure the food here is more than good enough." Dylan had yet to order a single thing. He hadn't even so much as glanced at the menu above Jasmine's head. However, he really couldn't focus on his hunger when a woman this remarkable was standing right in front of him. Simply looking at her and being in her presence, that filled him with something more worthwhile than what any burger could ever offer.
"Yeah, it's slow. Almost slower than usual. Most people like to grab something cheap for lunch, but I guess we're just not worth the bang for their buck. And you're right! It is more than good enough! More than more, in fact! I just don't get it, though! Do people not have good taste anymore? Literally everything I've ever eaten here has been ten times better than any McDonald's or Burger King I've visited. We really do use the good kind of beef too! If anyone knows anything about this place and how good it is, it's going to be me, buddy!"
"I'd believe you, honestly. Wouldn't doubt you for a second!"
Jasmine looked around for a few moments. The other employees remained fully preoccupied with their handheld devices. There were still no other customers in the building aside from Dylan. She gave him this sort of look that he wasn't quite sure how to interpret.
"You want to know just how much I love this place?"
Dylan had no idea where she was going with this. "Sure!"
Suddenly, she took several steps back from the counter and reached down. Right before Dylan's very eyes, without any coaxing or cajoling on his part, Jasmine grabbed her uniform and lifted it just high enough to show off the whole of her stomach. It was a sight meant solely for him and him alone.
"Look at me! I'm clearly on a whole different level from everyone else here! I absolutely LOVE this place and all of its food! My uniform's been replaced a few times already since I'd gotten the job! Can ya tell I'm pretty much addicted?" She held her shirt up with one hand and began slapping at her tummy's vast, smooth surface with her other hand.
Dylan's jaw dropped as far as it could possibly go. He didn't know what to say or how to react. His eyes must have looked just about ready to pop right out of his skull. He was already a few years out of college by this point, a grown adult by all means, but he couldn't resist from blushing right now. He hadn't been prepared for Jasmine to do anything like THIS to him. She was smiling from jowl to jowl and sticking out her tongue; she wasn't unaware of how flustered she made him feel right now.
Her stomach was IMMENSE. You could tell simply by looking at her that she was a huge woman, extremely wide between the end points of her waistline, but it was never made more obvious than once you saw her belly in all of its bare glory.
Jasmine's gut was quite possibly too big to wrap one's arms around it. Dylan wouldn't know for sure, but he imagined it would be a definite struggle. At her size, her belly button was more of a deep, dark slit than a small hole. The faintest hint of a belly button ring peeked out.
There were columns of stretchmarks that ran vertically along either side of her tremendous stomach. The love handles were so floppy, your fingers would likely sink into their fat when gripped with love. Her belly itself was probably about as big as a beach ball, that being the best descriptor that Dylan could think of at the moment, but it seemed to have malleability like that of a beanbag.
The whole thing completely obscured her crotch, an extra tick blanket of pure lard. Every time Jasmine struck her abdomen, the great mass would ripple all over. She was so round, so plump, so soft, so PERFECT...
After another few seconds passed, Jasmine yanked her shirt back down. Dylan finally felt like he could breathe again.
"My appetite helps keep my body nice, big and bulky too, just the way that my admirers like it...and it's the way that I like it too!" Jasmine proclaimed.
"You're seriously too much." Dylan should have laughed along with saying that, but he said it like it was a matter of fact. It wasn't wrong. She really was TOO MUCH, even if by 'TOO MUCH' he meant in all of the most splendid ways that came to mind.
He started smiling back at her. This was the single most bizarre yet amazing interaction that he had with another human being that he could recall in his entire life. He wanted to listen to her talk for the rest of the life.
"You know, it's been a while since the last time I showed a guy my belly, but when I saw you walk in here, I just felt this instant connection, like ZAP, you know? I hope I didn't, you know, freak you out or anything. I'm so bored here I was probably going to start talking about stock prices and Xenoblade Chronicles with the cash register soon, but then you showed up, and...and...well, we're all good here, aren't we?"
"N-No, no, it's fine, actually! It's all good! I admit, I felt something as well. I was, uh, fascinated when I saw you for the first time. I mean nothing but good things when I say that, though. I've never see any woman quite like you before, let alone talked to one with your level of enthusiasm and energy. It's practically infectious. I mean, you're just incredible."
The fat woman waddled forward and pressed her medium-sized planet of a belly against the countertop once more. She was all smiles, just like always. "That's real sweet of you, and being the sugar fiend that I am, I like that A LOT. Okay, I think I wasted enough of your time with all of my yammering! That's just how bored I've been hanging out around here! I've been on these aching knees of mine for way too long already, that's why I needed someone like you to talk to. I'm a blubbergut AND a blabbermouth! Go figure!"
It really was difficult to believe that Jasmine was a real, genuine person in front of him right now. She was so fat and yet she LOVED it. She knew exactly what she was doing for all of these years to grow like she did. This fast food restaurant was exactly what she would have needed to do it. No doubt this place offered discounts for the employees, making it all the easier on the wallet too.
It was sort of a novel idea, becoming a fast food worker for the perks. Only a real human hog would do something like that. Dylan guessed that a true feedist like Jasmine always made up for any calories she'd lost at work in SPADES by stuffing her face during her lunch break or after clocking out.
It suddenly came to him. He had an idea, something to bring to the table at the next meeting at work. A potential new account for their advertising company to pursue. If the higher-ups wouldn't sign off on it themselves, then he would take the plunge as well as the risk to try and make it all happen himself.
For the sake of Jasmine, he wanted to do this. He knew how crushed she would be if her favorite fast food joint, her workplace, was forced to close because of poor sales.
"Do you mind if I order a few different types of combo meals, actually? I want to bring them back to work with me. I'm from the office across the street, you see."
Jasmine gasped out loud, making her double chin momentarily become a triple chin. "Oh damn! Sorry, guy, you were ordering food for other people too? I had no idea! Sorry about that, hon! Look, I'll go and get these lazy bums to work right away! Hold on!"
Jasmine spun around and waddled into the kitchen area to pass along the news about the order. This time around, Dylan got a chance to see just how large this woman was from behind too. There really was no part of Jasmine that was even the slightest bit small, and that was undoubtedly part of her impeccable charm.
She had a fittingly tremendous dump truck of a backside, of course. The fluffy, puffy, hotcake-esque nature of her rear was not something that could have been underestimated, and honestly, after everything else that Dylan had seen thus far, he should have expected it.
Those cheeks were packed inside a pair of desperately strained orange pants, supported by a set of stocky thunder thigh legs, and the back of her underwear was still just as well defined as from the front. Great pockets of lard drooped and sagged in the form of rolls and folds from everywhere on her.
Her back fat rolls were incredibly large and just as bouncy as the rest of her. Her belly and breasts were clearly where her gains were most prominent, but her rump was definitely big enough to leave a very good impression.
At that moment, while he waited for the meals to be prepared, a certain sort of image began to form itself in the depths of Dylan's mind. It was an image primarily motivated by both adoration and lust, admittedly, but it was just too pleasant to stop it from letting it play out anyway.
He imagined it as if it were a commercial being played on late night television, airing in between the programs primarily aimed at the 'chilling' adults and the restless insomniacs.
The commercial would be set in the restaurant's employee break room. Jasmine would have already purchased herself a veritable feast, all of which she intended to devour before her fifteen minutes off her feet were up.
However, she had been enjoying her meal so much that she hadn't moved from her spot for much longer than her break would have permitted. Now, the story would play out as if you were right there with her. Or better yet, if you WERE her.
A bag full of burgers and fries had been sitting beside her for the past thirty minutes. It was still half full, but she'd yet tired herself from stuffing her face. The hunger ruled over her much like a tyrannical queen ruled over her unruly subjects. In all honesty, she was curious to find out how much she could potentially eat in one sitting.
Jasmine didn't care if it made her look especially batty. There were too many of those who would never understand, anyway. She didn't have patience for those sorts of people. She wasn't trying to impress them. She just wanted to be able to eat her fill.
With her pants unbuttoned, her belt undone and her uniform rolled up high, her globular sphere of a gut was allowed to lay out freely and heavily on top of her lap. Jasmine's thighs were a good several feet across, so there was plenty of space to fill with her belly's blubber. She chugged frosty chocolate milkshakes to wash down all of the fries and the burgers. Her stomach gurgled loudly, but it still wanted to be fed even more.
Her face truly said it all. Jasmine wanted naught else but to be allowed to rashly indulge in her avaricious needs.
Jasmine belched so hard that it knocked over the nearby milkshake cups. Her eyelids grew heavy, almost as heavy as her stomach. She had to go back to work as soon as possible, but right now it seemed more preferable to stay here and focus on digesting.
She'd bought all of these burgers with her own money, after all, so she had provided the restaurant with plenty of that sweet, sweet revenue. How could anyone complain about her not working if she just gave the business exactly what it wanted?
A few seconds more and she could hardly keep her eyes open anymore. She was so exhausted and her gut hurt so much. She made a halfhearted attempt at pulling the flaps of her work pants back together, but she could hardly get them to budge.
She belched once more, loudly enough that they could hear her all of the way from the kitchens, and she started to drift off into sleep in the middle of the work day. Then, the camera would gradually pull out. The fast food chain's logo would appear in midair and the tagline would finally materialize directly over the shuddering, wheezing dome that was Jasmine's overfed gut.
"Our burgers are so good, they'll make you WANT to be fat!"
Obviously, that kind of tagline would never fly in real life. It wouldn't be allowed to get past any sort of reasonable censors, that was for sure. The whole commercial concept would get him thrown out of the office. Dylan knew he was being too indulgent with his thought processes. Still, putting that aside, he couldn't let this opportunity slip out of his fingers so easily.
He was more an account man than a copywriter but he had aspirations for both most of the time. Jasmine inspired him like nothing else. He figured he could try to set up an account by discussing a potential plan with his team and then make some calls to the restaurant's parent company. It would be a LOT of work, and it could potentially end up with him getting nothing at all, but it was a potential account worth pursuing.
"Hey, the food's ready for you! Come on over, bud! I put in a special extra cookie into one of the combo meals JUST. FOR. YOU. but you have to figure out which one!" Jasmine called him over, lugging several carry-out bags and plopping them onto the counter.
She was a little out of breath from working. She hadn't cooked this much in one go for as long as she could remember. Her poor gut needed a snack sooner than later if she didn't want to pass out on the floor in the next few minutes.
"Thanks so much, Jasmine. I'm sorry I hadn't said anything earlier about the orders, but you and your crew did a great job getting it done fast. I'm sure it'll be just as delicious as you'd talked about." Dylan really did like this woman. A lot, in fact. He couldn't stop thinking about her even while he was standing right in front of her.
Was it love at first sight? He'd grown up with a pretty cynical childhood, so such a concept had always sounded too ridiculous to be real. It was too magical, too fairy-tale, too bedtime storybook. Jasmine smiled at him again and the answer to his question came to him in an instant. Dylan now believed that miracles really COULD happen.
"You should come back again, alright? I might have yapped your ear off, but you still got a second ear on ya! I like your face too, I'm going to admit. I'd want to see you again, hon. I REALLY want to hear what you and your buddies think of the food after you've tried it! Have a great day!" Jasmine winked before she chuckled in that sexy, husky voice of hers.
Dylan smiled at her. He was feeling confident now; it was like she was rubbing off on him in more ways than expected. "I'll definitely be back, Jasmine. In fact, if things go right, I might get the chance to see you again MANY more times from here on out."
If he couldn't get away with that commercial and that tagline, he might be able to at least convince the company to hire Jasmine as a representative. Sure, her Rubenesque appearance probably made her seem a little too on the nose to serve as the spokesperson of a fast food corporation, but there was no one on this PLANET who could express their adoration for their burgers and fries as she was able to.
Jasmine would make the perfect spokeswoman...and she would be able to gain even more weight, if that was what she desired. Dylan would make sure of it. In fact, he would be more than happy to feed her the food himself if that was what she wanted.
Before Dylan could turn and leave, however, Jasmine reached over and tapped him on the shoulder. She had this HUNGRY look in her eyes, but it was clear that she wasn't hungry for him at that moment. Not that Dylan would have minded if she was, mind you.
"Hey, actually, you know, one of those cookies I said I put in your bags, uh, do you mind if I could have one before you go? Don't leave a big gal starving here, bro!"
Later on, he would start to ask himself if he really dreamed up meeting her. After all, what kind of part-time worker slaving behind the counter at a fast food restaurant start talking him up so much and blatantly hitting on him that way?
Dylan almost gave up on the idea more than once, but eventually he went back there to meet with Jasmine again. Sure enough, she was still there. Thankfully it had not been a weird and wishful dream after all.