Pov- m/m

Chapter 2: rude worker takes your order

(You go to your favorite fast food restaurant where you’re a regular. So much in fact that there’s a worker who always gives you a hard time when you take your order, commenting on how much you order and how fat you’ve gotten.)

Hi, welcome to- oh, it’s you. I thought I felt an earthquake. Weren’t you just here like 2 hours ago? Alright, what do you want this time?

Two number 9s, a number 7, 3 pies and two milkshakes. Sure you don’t want to add a diet coke? God, I can’t believe you can eat all of that; and I know it’s all for you lardo so don’t even bother saying that you’re ordering for a group. Looking at how fat you are, I doubt you have much of a dating life. Most people want someone who can take care of themselves, eat well, and exercise. Waddling in here is probably the only exercise you get; though you don’t come in to order rather than the drive thru to get your steps in, it’s because we couldn’t fit your ever growing order through the window. I wish we delivered so I didn’t have to watch your *** lumber in here 4 times a day.

Do you actually like the food we have here, or are you on a mission to get as fat as possible? If so, you’re doing an excellent job. The other day, after you waddled out after your second breakfast, a boy stared at you and asked his parents who the whale was. They told the kid that’s what happens when you eat too much fast food. They ended up leaving without even ordering.

How does it feel knowing that your gluttony scared people away? You’re a literal pig at this point, you could be our mascot if we wanted to show people what a diet of only fast food would do to them. You’re the definition of morbid obesity.

Are you embarrassed, because you should be. You’re such a fat whale I can’t believe your fat ass can still fit through the door.

Well, looks like your order is ready fatty, here you go- actually no. I’m not going to give it to you until you oink for it. Come on piggy, I’m sure you do it all the time while you eat this crap, oink for my fatso. Hahaha, wow, you really are a fat pig. Fine, here’s your food. See you in a couple hours, tubby.