FAT FICTION | Chapter 5 - Back to Reality (Patreon)

He heard the cup land on the counter.

It brought him out of... what exactly? Had he been daydreaming? He wasn't sure. Where ever his imagination had gone it had vanished into vapour.

“One black coffee. Careful, sir, it’s about as hot as it gets”

Paul wasn’t sure, but could have sworn the girl behind the counter had delivered this line in a more sultry voice than she’d used when he had ordered. 

He looked up.

And blinked.

Same name tag. Same freckles. But definitely not the same girl.

This Martha had filled out… way out. The polo shirt clung tight across a heavy, sagging chest and soft… chubby arms. Probably the biggest size uniform they had on offer, and still a tad too small for this lady. Her trim stomach was now a belly pressed deep into the counter, super round and very obvious, the lower half of which was now stuffed awkwardly into her too-small trousers. Her thighs were thick. Her hips were wide. She sat on a stool that looked to be straining under her weight. 

Paul looked around. No other exits. No sign of a shift change.

He looked back and squinted. Same ponytail. Same smile. She picked up her drink now… a large coffee she was pouring half a carton of double cream into… and took a long sip that exposed her double chin when she gulped it back hard. 

In that moment he could have sworn he knew her. That she was much more familiar to him than this brief exchange.  

“That’ll be $3.50, sir,” she said, lips smacking.

Paul let out a shaky laugh. “Umm...sure.”

Martha tilted her head. “You OK sir?”

He shook it off. “Long day.”

She grinned, leaning forward, the edge of her belly softly squishing onto the counter. She burped loudly, and shot a chubby hand up to cover her mouth. 

“Oops! Sorry.” She shrugged and patted the top of her tummy, before giggling and swaying flirtatiously.  

Paul paid and bolted, coffee nearly sloshing everywhere.

He didn’t stop until he was back in the car, heart pounding.

Tired, he told himself. Just tired. Still.. That was odd! 

Martha watched him as he got into his car. Maybe he’d been a little weird. But there was no mistaking it. She’d seen him check her out. She knew she’d pushed it a little with the burp. But experience had taught her, guys who dug fat chicks like her, often liked dirtier habits too. She leaned over the counter a little further, the polo tightened, and she heard the seam of her trousers rip a little as her arse poked through and began to tremble. She smiled wickedly and pulled out the Chinese delivery menu she’d been reading over before he walked in.

She thought back to last night and the massive pigging-out session she and Angie had partaken in. She’d often wondered how soft and large she could make her body if she made pigging-out her full time job. Still, medical school awaited. As if on cue, her gut rumbled, and a loud fart escaped her ripped trousers.