Just this morning I had weighed myself and I was 965 pounds, not far shy of a half ton. I was obviously too big to work in the PolyBurger kitchen, and instead I worked the register, but my function was pretty much semi-ornamental, there to encourage our customers to think of their increasingly ludicrous sizes as normal – or to consider my size something to aspire to.
I sat on a specially adapted raised chair (more of a bench, really) that could just about contain my girth and lifted me to the register. I actually sat at an angle to it and worked it with one hand, because if I was to face it head on I wouldn’t have been able to reach past my truly gigantic belly. it was so large, in fact, that the trays of food I was constantly eating with my non-register hand, and sometimes with the other hand as well, would be balanced on top of it by the other employees. This turned out to be a great sales tool; when I was biting into a basketball-sized burger and groaning with gluttonous pleasure, a customer would often say, “Hey, that looks good, add on a couple of those.” In fact, it was so successful that Lola told me she was planning on proposing other branches of PolyBurger had a member of 800+ pound staff to serve this function, and soon they wouldn’t be hard to find in Hesper.
At the end of each day, I heaved myself over to a mobility scooter and drove to a specially-adapted van, and then drove to Amber and Haley’s place, where I stayed most of the time now, since it was much better adapted to the needs of someone my size than my place. Amber was past the half ton now, making an 850-pound Haley the skinniest one in the house. Like me, Amber no longer had any use for a table, and so the plates were arranged on her breasts, which were so huge now she couldn’t touch her nipples. She still wore bras, her only item of clothing, to keep her wobbling bosom stable enough so that plates didn’t fall off while she was eating. She had broken one of the sofas and so it had been replaced with an even stronger, wider one, but we all knew it was only a matter of time. Haley seemed to have some circuit in her brain that demanded she keep finding ways to make food more fattening, and now that Amber HAD to have all of her meals there, she was gaining more weight than ever. She was fully aware that she was now her family’s worst nightmare of what she would become, and was loving it. She sent them a card inviting them to her Half Ton Party, which included a photo of her in mid-fifth-breakfast, the first celebratory meal after she’d reached the milestone, but they hadn’t come. Really it had just been an excuse for Haley to show off her skills to a few plus-sized friends, but it had lasted all night and merged into breakfast, and I couldn’t wait for my own celebration, which would be coming pretty soon.
Thinking this pleasant thought, I grunted and shifted a little on my wide blob of a rump, feeling my sweatpants tear several seams. Clothes were starting to be so temporary and pointless at I only wore my PolyBurger uniform, which someone else ordered in custom sizes from head office. Erin would squeeze closed the buttons of a shirt or wrestle my vast elephant legs into some sweatpants while I ate, and I’d get to work destroying them. I often spent most of the day with my shirt hanging open, my bare belly on display for all to see what awaited them a few burgers down the line. I enjoyed the idea that we’d get regulars reaching my size eventually, but how big I’d be when that happened, I couldn’t guess.
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