There's a new postman in baisins street

Chapter 1 - early beginnings

It was a usual day for Noah, he woke up bright and early in the morning and hit the shower. Noah was an average looking guy, the only true defining feature being his thick burly beard. Drying off from his cool shower he headed to his kitchen to have himself a big greasy breakfast. Noah lived a fairly sedentary lifestyle, he was never much of the athletic type and often did the bare minimum of movement asked for him. The only reason Noah never ballooned to extreme weight was because of his difficult mailing routes. To Noah, it felt like he had to cross mountains just to deliver someone's weekly gossip. Noticing the time he scarfed down the rest of his breakfast, and haphazardly put on his uniform before making his way to work.
Parking in his usual spot he heaved himself out of his car and made his way inside the postal service. Before being able to get his daily mail, his boss called him in. Noah has worked at the postal service for years now, and during that time he became good friends with his boss, Jane. After years of tirelessly working his routes and kissing ass to his boss it finally paid off. ‘Max is retiring, Noah, and I want you to take over his routes. What do you say to that?” trying to maintain his cool he was finally freed from his hellish runs, what more can he say except “yes”. “Fantastic, go meet with him and he’ll tell you everything you need. I'm excited for you Noah dont let me down”. Closing the door behind him he fistbumped the air and rushed his way to Max’s garage.
Practically running to the garage he bursted through the door. Only realizing it was empty. Noah cleaned himself up, trying to wipe off a ketchup stain from breakfast to look presentable.Pacing back and forth he wondered what made Max retire. He didn't know much about max, he vaguely remembers what he looked like. All he knew was that Max was a veteran at the postal service and loved to hike through national parks. After what felt like a millenia a rotund behemoth of a man appeared. Hiccuping and letting out a small burp he waddled closer to Noah, scratching his belly over his shirt. Noah couldn't help but stare in awe. Puffy fat red cheeks, so big it could make a squirrel envious, fat layers one bigger than the other nestling right under his chin. A shirt riddled with grease and food stains it looked like a tye dye with the amount of different stains. The lower half of buttons are either unbuttoned or completely missing. Then on top of this abysmal excuse of that shirt there was a nice chunk of flab slapping his thighs when he waddles. He looked to be on the verge of 500lbs. After what felt like an awkward amount of time Noah finally breaks the silence. “You must Be Max. it's nice to finally put a face to the name” Max chuckled, his gruff voice finally made a sound other than the small belches or his heavy breathing.“ Dont be shy Noah i don't bite! Cmon I'll show you your new route and we can get you out and going!” Noah watched Max waddle to the truck, noticing the beats of sweat forming as he tried to move his mammoth sized thighs at a steady pace. Making his way to the seat of the truck you can hear an audible tear from his shorts, surprised from the noise a bellowing gastrous tear jerking fart escaped from the fat ball of lard of a man. The heat and smell instantly filled the already cramped garage. Noah pursued with the rest of the introductions all he could think about was how someone can even let themselves get to that point of obesity. Max heaved himself out of the drivers seat of the truck, visible sweat stains around his neck and monstrous sized moobs. He parted his young pupil, and waddled out of the garage. Noah looked at his chart, still feeling the affects of the fart bomb, and saw his first street. Bailins Street.

(This is my first time writing anything like this, any criticism is welcomed and I hope you love it!)