The 30 Minute Story (Patreon)

I'm always trying to push myself in creative new directions. Either to make more stories descriptive, or make the characters seems more real, or have cycles of emotion. But then I've also have tried playing with structure. But then I read a lot of weight gain stuff and sometimes even things that seem flat can still be enjoyable.  So I thought why not get out a piece that not necessarily all cleaned up but could still be enjoyable.

I typically will write something and then clean it up a few times as I read it over between writing sessions while I'm getting my head in the right space to continue. This time I tried to write a story in 30(ish) minutes, and to not really clean it up at all, just let the words lie on the page as they landed. We did something like this in my 6th grade english class. We were asked to start writing, whatever we wanted and not stop. You can't take a break to think, you just need to keep writing. It's supposed to be a way to break a mental writing block, and it works quite well for me. So this is in that same vein. A quick story that can hopefully be enjoyed. 

Fast Food Will Make You Fat

Fast food is not a job you want if you are watching your weight. I’ve had a few jobs in the past, and one thing I learned was I always spent money wherever I worked. I worked at an office supply store and I couldn’t help but buy new accessories for my computer and desk. I thought I was a big gamer before I worked at a video game store, but after I found myself buying new games every week once I started there. And now here I was working at a burger joint, unable to pass up the ease and affordability of a greasy fatty burger. It didn’t help you kinda wanted one after seeing them all day. 

Most people think how fast food is made is seriously gross, but it’s actually pretty humaine and clean. That’s why when it came to my lunch break or and after shift snack, I didn’t mind grabbing a meal… or two. 

After several years here I had developed myself into quite an established position at the restaurant. I didn't know what I would do if I didn't work here, and I didnt know what they would do if I left. My manager relied on me a lot to make sure the day to day operations went smoothly. And for that I was rewarded very well.

But my career wasn't the only thing that was developing. The burger weight had not stopped coming from the moment I took this job. I used to be a waif little gamer, with no muscle or fat to speak of. But that previous version of me is long gone.

I wasn't stupid and I knew the pounds were going to come with how I was eating, and I even welcomed them at first. After being a flat piece of cardboard for my whole life, it was nice not to feel so boney for once. But those days didn't last long. Soon enough I was developing rolls that would hang over my waist band, a belly that put some taughtness in my uniform shirt, and a thick enough waist that I struggled to button my pants.

By my routine was hard to change, once the pattern was there it couldn't be stopped. Plus for 40 hours a week I had to work around hundreds and hundreds of burgers, I couldn't be faulted for wanting a few of them each time I took a break.

And then once I got promoted to shift manager I knew this wasn't going to be another shortstop job between something better. My high school education didn't go far in this world, I had to hold on to a good opportunity while I had it. 

So I indulged in my employers faire. My manager only encouraged it. He said it was one of the benefits of working here. I was young, not financially well off, and now that I was getting pretty chubby, hungry. 

And now, five years into my employment, I've been moved up into assistant management. I've also moved up to the size after plus size. Sometimes I feel rounder than I am tall. I have a hard time taking it all in past my enormous knockers, but my massive gut is easy to see. My wide load ass is a little bit harder to examine since my mobility is not what it once was, but at least I can still find panties to cover it.

Every milestone I hit, I never thought I'd hit another, but I always seem to prove myself wrong. 200 pounds seemed like a lot at first, but then 300 came and I couldn't believe it. 400 seemed impossible, but then it slowly came like all the other. And now that I just passed 500, I'm worried I won't be able to keep track much longer. My upgraded scale doesn't accurately go past my current size, and something inside of me knows that number isn't going to stop going up yet.

It's actually kinda weird that the larger I've gotten the more food it takes to reach that next pound, but I'm also eating more than ever because I'm so ravenously crave everything on the menu every day. My manager makes sure I get everything I want, because despite the fact this place has made me gain over 400lbs, he wouldn't know what to do without me.

At this point I can't complain. I get to eat all the burgers and fixings that I want, I get paid well enough to get by (although my grocery bills have only gone up over the years), and eventually they will have to put me in charge when my boss croakes. I warn everyone I hire though, fast food is not the job you want to be in though if you are trying to watch your weight.