Chapter 2

Before exiting the car, Cassandra fires up that emergency car blunt hidden under the dashboard. She is hellbent on keeping her head in the clouds, her only defense at this point. Her thick lips shimmer under the street light above the car as she sucks in a few heavy hits.

"Fat. They all think I'm fat. They all think this is fat fat fat," she mutters to herself with no lack of self pity,"well they don't know shit....they'll see what's FAT!"

Cassandra, moving swiftly and with purpose, puts out the blunt in the tray, and exits the car, diner bound.

"Fuck all of them...assholes..." she mutters.

Cassie marches through the glass double doors and waits for the host.

"Hello miss....just one?" asks the host.

"Yeah."

"Alrigh t, please follow me."

The host leads her to one of the booths. Cassie feels that nervous shame creep in...which is turning into some kind of avenging anger. Sort of a reverse psychology of vengence.

"Sir. I prefer a table." she says, somewhat sternly.

She knew she couldn't fit right in the booth. There is no denying that.

"Yes, of course miss...right this way."

Cassie was feeling things she couldn't comprehend or understand. A kaleidoscope of feelings. Intense shame, anger, vengence, hunger, and most strangely of all, beneath all that flab, her vagina pulses and moistens. Nevermind the ridiculous amount she had smoked. Those four and a half slices of pizza could never cut it as a mere dinner. Cassandra is ready to eat now.

"Enjoy, miss."

"I'd better," she retorts snotily.

Cassie sits her huge ass onto a squeaky chair at one of the corner tables. She quickly scans the menu and closes it within thirty seconds. Cassie takes a moment and looks down at her big soft belly, just visible to her below her epic pillow breasts. Easily a size FFF minimum. Her belly is decorated nicely. The top half, a lovely blue button up blouse, and the bottom half which is separated by an equatorial belt is some nice and snug fitting navy blue pants. She had been living years in denial...tonight that is to change.

"Good evening miss. May I start you off with something to drink?" asks the waitress.

"I'll have a pitcher of Pabst annnddddd...that bottle of cabernet," Cassie says.

"Okaaay....are you ready to order?"

"Yup."

" What can I get you?"

"I'll take....everything."

"Huh? Wha??"

"The MENU. EVERYTHING on the MENU...should I spell it out for you? E-V-E-R-wa..."

"Okay. Okay. I get it....seriously miss?"

"Do I need to file a complaint or call rat? Or both?" Cassie asks facetiously.

"Let me get my manager." says the waitress.

The waitress leaves to confer with the host. He looks over at Cassie and mumbles something while nodding his head. The waitress comes back to the table.

"Miss...we can do that. It would come out to roughly $650.00 and I would need a major credit card upfront."

Cassie notices the stares starting to zero in...it fires her up.

"Here's my VISA...better get started, you all just got a busy night, huh?" Cassie says, shoving the card into the waitress' hand.

"Fat bitch..." the waitress mumbles.

"HUH?! What did I hear you say?! It sounded like you said 'free unlimited ice cream.' At least that's what it would sound like if I play the recording back of it on my cell phone," says Cassie brandishing her opened voice recorder app on her phone.

The waitress grunts and storms off. She is going to have to eat her words and foot the bill for any ice cream ordered. Everything is turning up Cassandra...a maniacal hapiness creeps into her stew of emotion. Her little pink panties are soaked, while she sweats in horror at what is transpiring. Like a wonderful nightmare.

The waitress storms into the kitchen.

"Okay guys, I got an epic order here....the whole menu."

"WHAT! HUH?!" the five cooks cry out.

"Yup, the whole menu!" she says.

"Ah shit. Crazy! Who is here, some social club or family reunion or something?" asks a cook.

"Nope. One woman," she replies.

"WHAT!? ONE WOMAN??" they ask...loudly.

"OH YEAH. HUGE FAT one too....and a real BITCH...like crazy."

"Ohhhh....okaaayyy....wel l we will make sure to pay her back for her kindness," says a cook.

"Hey, that loogie incident last year was no good. Lucky we are still open..." she says.

"No! No loogie or anything....I think we will call this...Operation Fat Bitch. I have just the right idea," the head cook says mischieviously.

"STEVIE!" he crys out.

"YUP?!" Stevie replies.

"Go get me that tub of GNC Ultra Gain in that closet on the side there....the unflavored one. And we are going to need more butter and oil from the back fridge....at least one each of those big tubs." asks the head cook.

"Hmmmmm...interesting," says the waitress.

"Oh yes....everything....ABSOLUTELY everything will incorporate a hearty use of my 'Fatty Sauce.' Even the buns and rolls on the sandwiches," he says.

"Let's stuff this cow guys. I'm going to bring her her drinks and some cupcakes while she waits. See ya'll soon," says the waitress as she exits.

All in all, things are going pretty well in Cassie's world. Sipping on Pabst and Cabernet...nibbling on red velvet cupcakes. She herself is growing tired of her sheepish modesty that still lingers. That is squashed when she crams the other half of the cupcake entirely into her mouth, chasing it with some hearty gulps of beer.