chapter 2

THREE YEARS LATER...

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

"Hmmm?"

Betty was jerked from her slumber by a knock on her office door. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes frantically and cleared her throat, trying desperately to hide the fact that she'd fallen asleep on the job.

"Come on in, sugar!" Betty called.

Betty's office door opened, and in walked a hefty blonde girl, who weighed just over 400 pounds. Betty wanted her restaurant to be like a fat girl's equivalent to Hooter's, and preferred to hire fat women over thin women. Everyone who worked there got all the free food they could eat, which not only boosted employee morale, but kept them, for the most part, fat and happy.

"Thank you so much, Allison, you're a sweetheart." Betty said as the girl put three plates of food on Betty's desk.

"No problem, big Mama. Gimme a shout if you want anything else!" Allison replied.

Betty smiled and Allison waddled out, leaving Betty to her food. She scooched backwards in her custom built office chair, which looked more like a bench mounted to a telescopic stand on wheels. It set Betty back nearly $2,000, but she didn't have much of a choice. The titanic 32 year old butterball grunted with each thrust backwards of her thick calves, inching closer and closer towards the full-sized refrigerator she'd installed in her office. She strained as she leaned back in her chair, causing it to creak loudly under her bulk, and grabbed a bottle of ketchup with the tips of her fingers, closing the door and slowly rolling back to her desk. Her blubbery upper arms jiggled as she spanked the bottom of the glass ketchup bottle, letting glob after glob spill out onto a separate plate to dip her fries in.

Big Betty's had grown into one of the most popular restaurants in Texas, and Betty had grown right along with it. She had been making money hand over fist, and had a staff that was loyal to her, who she trusted to deliver the quality of food and service that had gotten her to that level in the first place. Her role in the restaurant's day to day functions had become less hands on and more behind the scenes, as she had been too fat to really help in the kitchen anymore. On especially busy days she might wait tables, but as the years went on and she got heavier and heavier, those instances became fewer and fewer far between.

Now working from a primarily managerial standpoint, Betty spent the majority of her time in her office, seated, working, and eating. She'd never been a very active person to begin with, and now, she hardly moved around at all. A couple of times each day and night she'd venture out of the office and do a lap around the restaurant, chatting with the patrons, making sure everything was running smoothly, but other than that, her fat ass was planted in her office chair, making phone calls, doing paperwork, ordering fresh stock, talking to distributors, and a myriad of other managerial duties. Naturally, she did all of these things with food in front of her.

In the four years since Big Betty's first opened, Betty ballooned to 725 pounds. Being big was obviously part of her image, and Betty had yet to find a compelling reason to lose weight. She was on track to make her first million dollars that year, and she'd made a living on being "Big Mama", the big, fat, jolly, neighborhood barbecue queen. She'd employed and empowered a legion of obese young women who saw her as something of a role model. Being fat hardly bothered her, she'd been fat her whole life.

So why change?

"Good night girls! Great job today!" Betty said to the remaining staff members as they locked up for the night.

"Good night big Mama! See you tomorrow!" The girls said as they left the restaurant.

"Yes you will, sugar!"

Betty parked her Escalade SUV in the back of the restaurant, in a space marked "BIG MAMA." The parking space was just a few feet from a back door, which led directly to Betty's office, allowing her to get to and from her vehicle in as few steps as humanly possible. She huffed and puffed as she waddled outside, lighting a cigarette as soon as she was outdoors. Lorenzo was already out there, leaning against the passenger side of her car, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a wife beater, his long black hair tied back in a ponytail as he smoked. Betty smiled and clicked the remote on her keys, unlocking the car. He smiled back and flicked his cigarette butt into the parking lot.

Betty grunted as she stepped up into the SUV, which had been customized to accommodate her growing physique. She'd had the back seat removed entirely, and the front seats replaced with larger, wider, models that reclined much farther back than they usually would. It cost Betty a small fortune, but it was a drop in the bucket for the soon to be millionaire. Lorenzo got into the passenger seat.

"It's been a long time since I've spent some one on one time with my gordita..." Lorenzo began.

"Oh sugar I know! I've just been so damn busy with runnin' the restaurant and all I haven't been able to make time for us..." Betty replied.

"Ah, well, don't worry Mama... You've got me for as long as you want tonight..."

Betty giggled as Lorenzo stretched across the center console and kissed her. She grabbed his dick through his jeans, fondling his crotch as it slowly stiffened up in her hand.

"Ugh, Big Mama needs some dick..."

Betty drove Lorenzo to her house, a gorgeous house in a posh suburb of Dallas. She and Lorenzo kissed and groped one another as they made their way to Betty's door. Betty was panting within just a few steps.

"Whooo... Whooo... Hold on, sugar... Whoooo..." She gasped.

"What's wrong, mi amor?" Lorenzo replied, kissing her shoulders.

"It's tough work carrying all this around, y'know!"

"Oh, please. You're pleasantly plump..."

"Hahahaha, oh, sugar... I'm a bit more than that..."

Betty led Lorenzo to her bedroom, and Lorenzo helped her strip down, unhooking her bra and letting her massive breasts spill out, draping over her big belly, which hung down past her thighs. Lorenzo kissed her up and down her belly, worshipping it, and massaging it as he ran his hands and tongue all over it. It had been a few months, and a fair amount of weight, since Lorenzo had last had sex with Betty, and Lorenzo remembered last time having a hard time getting to her vagina.

"Oh, Lorenzo..." She moaned.

Lorenzo grunted as he struggled to push Betty's belly out of the way, but it was all so heavy, and there was so much fat to move. Any time he pushed some out of the way, the rest would ooze right back into its place. Betty just laid there, gasping for breath helplessly like a turtle stuck on its back. She couldn't see a thing over her belly, but could feel Lorenzo pushing on it.

"Everything alright down there, sugar?" Betty called after a few minutes.

"Una momenta gordita..." Lorenzo grunted.

"Oooof!"

Lorenzo pushed Betty's belly up and out of the way as hard as he could, and slammed his long, thick, Spanish dick into her pussy for the nanosecond it was visible. Of course, Betty's belly came crashing down again just a few seconds later. Hundreds of pounds of blubber pushed against Lorenzo's body as he struggled to keep his dick in her pussy, but despite his best efforts, he was forced out by her insurmountable bulk. Lorenzo had worked up a hard-on already, and didn't wanna waste it. He wanted to give Betty a good time. So he kept trying.

"HMMMPPPHH!!"

"UGH!"

"Lo siento, gordita..."

"What do you mean, Lorenzo?"

"I sorry, mama... Your belly... It's just too big!"

"Awwww, sugar! Hold on, hold on, we can try goin' doggy..."

Lorenzo stroked his dick to keep it hard, and watched Betty struggle and grunt her way into the doggy style position. It was then that it dawned on him just how fat his boss had gotten in the years since she hired him.

"Gimme a hand, sugar..." Betty gasped.

Lorenzo helped Betty roll over onto her big belly, which looked like a puddle of blubber as she laid there, on all fours, gasping like a dog in heat. She arched her back and put her head down, but Lorenzo couldn't find a pussy to save his life. He debated putting it in her ass, but even Lorenzo wasn't blessed enough to adequately penetrate it.

"Oh, mama... I'm so sorry... I don't think it's going to work!" Lorenzo said, rubbing Betty's blubbery back.

Betty was in a state of shock. She didn't know how to react to this new revelation, this new level of fatness she'd reached. She rolled over onto her back, and Lorenzo kissed her, rubbing her tummy therapeutically.

"Help me sit up, will ya sugar?"

Lorenzo helped her sit up, and Betty got her purse off the nightstand.

"Oh mama, it's OK..." Lorenzo protested.

"No, no, no, Lorenzo, it's only fair. We still have an arrangement." Betty replied sternly.

"Maybe I can give you a massage or something?"

"Oh sugar don't worry about it, it's fine... Here..."

Betty handed Lorenzo his $1,000 for the night. Lorenzo felt terrible taking it from her, but he knew she wouldn't take no for an answer. He kissed her, and picked his jeans up off the bedroom floor.

"I see you tomorrow, gordita?" He asked.

"You bet your ass, sugar." Betty replied, lighting a cigarette.