“And supersize it all!”
“Of course,” I smiled, amused at how Harper always felt the need to blurt that bit out after placing her order, like she was afraid of forgetting to mention it or that we wouldn't expect it. “Harper, you're one of our most faithful customers. You're in here four or five times a day. We know you want it supersized.”
“Sorry, Conrad,” she smiled in a goofy 'I'm a dummy' way that made her, despite weighing over 500 pounds now, seem like a big kid, “I just get excited, and when I do I'm worried about forgetting something important. Before I submitted my term paper last week I went over it 10 times.”
I chuckled.
“Don't laugh!” She said, handing me her money and waiting for her receipt. “When I was in high school I once turned in a paper that was missing the introductory paragraph. No, that happened more than once.”
“And you're an engineering student?” I said, pretending to worry. “Please don't design any bridges I'm going to drive over.”
She stuck her tongue out at me, stepping aside so the person behind her could order. When that was done she said
“I'm not interested in building bridges or anything. I've got ideas for my own inventions.”
“I can see that,” I said, turning around to start bagging her order. “When'd you come up with those things on your back?”
“These?” she nodded behind her to the two reconfigured garbage cans resting on her ample ass, held upright by shoulder straps taken from a rucksack. “This just came to me when I was walking back to the dorms one day. I saw my reflection in a large window and I realized this big girl,” she patted her ass, jutting behind her a yard and spreading four feet in either direction, “could serve as a shelf. But keeping anything balanced would be difficult, so I came up with this. It was really easy, I knocked out a sketch in-between bouts of ice cream. And once I had the first prototype, I came up with this feature.”
Pulling a cord, one of the trashcans swung out to her side, still held aloft by a small platform attached to a larger one resting on her butt. It allowed her to start loading the can with the grocery bags needed to hold the supersized sandwiches and fries without having to look over her shoulder. Once the first was full, she released the cord to let the platform and can return to the base, then she repeated the process with its mate.
“Now I've got enough food to tide me over through my next classes, and I don't have to wear out my arms lugging it around. Instead, I'm free to do this:”
And she took out a collapsible basket with a padded strap around it, slipped the strap over her neck, and let the basket sit on top of her large (yet petite compared to her booty) breasts. Taking a box of supersized fries, she dropped it into the basket. The food was right in front of her mouth; she could probably eat straight from the basket like it was a personal trough, at least for a while.
“Et viola!” she said, affecting a French accent. “I can eat and walk without my arms getting tired.”
“Maybe you should add a cupholder to that as well.” I was joking, but Harper's eyes went wide.
“Oh my god! You're right. I'd need to put a weight on the other side to keep the basket from tipping over. Or maybe I can put two cupholders, one on each side. I need to work on this tonight.”
And she ponderously turned to exit the restaurant, her mind ablaze with ideas to make it easier to cart around and eat a personal feast of food.
“I thought I was a dedicated fatty,” Erin said behind me. I turned to look at her, taking in her clothes-ripping form. She needed to go up another size in her uniform, fat was oozing through have a dozen tears and rips in her pants and shirt. It would be the third time she'd done so since Polyburger introduced the supersized menu. Like Harper, Erin had taken to the bigger portions with the mindset of 'I'd have X number of sandwiches for a meal before, so I'll have X number of sandwiches for a meal now, even if they're so much bigger.'
Her weight gain had exploded as a result, making her as fat as I had been before. Close to 650 pounds, she was an overripe hourglass with an ass and pair of tits that could, if she moved too fast, hit you with enough force to qualify as deadly weapons. She didn't have the curves of either Harper's butt or Amber's breasts, but she was in her own way an exaggerated fertility goddess, the ideal of the female form inflated to almost satirical levels.
It was sexy as hell, and I wondered at her apparent lack of a boy- or girlfriend. If I wasn't with Amber I know I would have made a move on her.
Not that she was the only one who had been gaining. Offer me bigger servings of food and I'll quickly come to accept it as normal. My own weight gain had been rekindled, Polyburger's supersized options stepping up as a substitute for the absence of Haley's calorie-infused confections that working imposed on me.
I was fatter than anyone in the restaurant, even Lola, who had an excuse to spend all day off her feet and stuffing her face and had been exploiting it as much as she could. I had even started to approach Amber's weight, as she loved watching me catch up to her in size and was holding back a little.
Just this morning, after spending the night with Amber, I had weighed myself and found I was
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