The Return of Kimmy - Part 1 (Patreon)

Hey all,

I hope you all enjoyed the six part series of Kimmy's Eating Contest. The producer of that story, Conner, has continued his contribution to keep Kimmy's story going. Now we catch up with Kimmy about five years later and see where her story is at. Hopefully you enjoy this ride as much as her first outing. 

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Kimmy stood behind the counter scanning the restaurant. Her jugs were stretching the thick red weave of her thick work polo, almost resting of the counter as Kimmy hunched over. It was a slow Saturday afternoon in the restaurant, and she was the only waitress working the floor. She had just refilled everyone beverages, and served table six their order. Needless to say, she was a little bored with nothing to do. 

She reached down behind the counter and grabbed a couple of cooling fries, and stuffed them between her lips. No one really cared about employees eating during their shift, and considering Kimmy was the only one on in the front, she didn’t get the legally required break she should have.

All of a sudden Kimmy heard a crash, scanning across the floor she noticed a commotion at table two. She grabbed a dish towel and made her way over. Looked like a simple issue of a spilled drink. No one was drenched, and everyone's food looked intact, so that was good. The tables here were all super small, so issues like this were not uncommon. Kimmy kept asking the boss to get newer ones, but it had not happened yet. 

Kimmy turned on her charm a assured the guests that the spill was not a problem. She bent over to pick up the cup, and the skirt she was wearing rode up her meaty thighs as her large bum hung in the air. Good things she wore dark black leggings underneath, so she remained decent.  Kimmy could feel her soft belly compress as she bent over, giving her quite an uncomfortable feeling. She paid no mind to her tight attire though, as she rather focused on the job at hand. 

After getting everything in order, she headed back to the counter to refill the soda, and take a swig of her own. That was until someone walked in the front door. “I’ll be with you in just a moment."

Sashaying back over to table two, Kimmy replaced the spilled drink, and then turned her attention to the newly arrived customer. Looking down to grab a menu from the unoccupied hostess stand Kimmy greeted this new quests just like she would any other. "Good afternoon, welcome to Tex's Burger Joint." Looking up to make sure he was by himself she finally caught a real glimpse of the customer for the first time. "Table for… one…?" Her words softened and almost trailed off as she looked eye to eye with him.

The usual guest here was older couples or families with kids, but this guy was something different. He was so striking, Kimmy couldn't stop staring deep into his eyes. He was not only more or less Kimmy's age, but he was also one of the hottest guys she had ever seen. He was dressed nicely, not like a suit or anything, but better than most who showed up to a burger joint for lunch.

"Yes a table for one would be great." Kimmy started to show him to a table, but her mind would not stop racing. She kept thinking she had forgotten how to walk, and how awkward her ass must look since she was walking so awkwardly, and how could he not notice. Her thoughts even seemed to be rambling. Thankfully though she had arrived at the table and he was taking his seat.

She took his drink order, and upon returning it she took his food order as well. A handful of minutes later his burger was done, and tray loaded with fries. She took it to his table. "Here we go." She said placing the dish in front of him. 

She went to go walk away, even though she wanted to secretly stay and admire him, even while he ate. Before she could turn to leave though she heard him say, "Nice little place you guys have here." 

Kimmy was a little awe struck. She appreciated the complement, but she didn't want to blow it. This was her moment though, she had to make the most of it. "Oh thanks. I mean I just work here, but it's like my home away from home since I work here so much, so I try and keep it looking good. Might as well enjoy where you work right?"

While Kimmy was rambling a bit, he took a big bite of his burger. The juices started to leak out on to his plate as he put it down. "Damn that's a good burger!" He exclaimed. “Might be the best one I’ve had in this town.”

Kimmy laughed at what she thought was a joking comment. “What, do you like go around rating all the burgers that you eat?” She chuckled again, trying to be cute.

“That's precisely what I do, I’m an aspiring food critic.” Instantly Kimmy’s stomach sank. Oh she had screwed up bad. Here she was trying to flirt with a food critic. She could fix this, right?

“Oh well it sounds like our review is off to a great start.” Kimmy said unconvincing and nervously.

Now it was his time to chuckle. “Oh no, I’m just here for lunch. But do give my compliments to the chef, this burger is excellent.” There was a short pause, and in it Kimmy was able to start to feel her legs again, but then what he said next made her weak in the knees all over again. “Actually though, I am going to a restaurant tonight for review, maybe you would want to come with me? Explore the world of food reviewing.” He was so calm, cool, and collected, Kimmy didn’t know how to take this proposition. Was he asking her on a date? Maybe he was only asking her along because she was a thicc girl now and obviously liked food? Or maybe he just thought she was friendly? Either way, if there was even the slightest chance it was the first one, she had to take him up on the offer.

“Yeah that sounds great. I get out of here at five. Pick me up say around six?” She suggested. 

He smiled at her, a good sign Kimmy thought. “Yeah that will work out well.” Kimmy scratched her number and address on a scrap piece of paper and handed it to him. At this point he had finished his burger and all of the good fries, leaving only the burnt stubbly bits at the bottom of the basket. As his meal was over the next logical thing was to ask for the check. “So how much do I owe you for the burger?”

“Oh don’t worry about it, it’s on the house.” Kimmy blurted out without thinking.

“Oh no, I insist. I get free meals all the time, it’s nice to pay for one every once and awhile.” There was no doubt he was charming, but Kimmy’s nerves only allowed her to stand her ground.

“Oh no, I insist.” She said in a more stubborn tone than he used. “It’s on me.” Crap! What had she done. It really was on her, she’d have to pay for it out of her paycheck. But he didn’t push the envelope any further. Things were awkward now, but she showed him to the door, like she was entertaining guests at her house. The silence was deafening.

But right as he was about to leave he turned back around. “I’m Dave by the way.” He said with his signature smile. “We have plans, and I don’t think I ever even introduced myself.” He chuckled slightly. 

He had stuck his hand out to shake like one would do when introducing themselves. “Kimmy.” She said as the hand shake ended. 

“I did pick up on that.” He said, pointing to her pearl white name tag that was pinned on top of her right boob. His smile though made any awkwardness fade away. “I’ll see you around six.” he said, and with that he was gone. Kimmy stood behind the counter scanning the restaurant. Her jugs were stretching the thick red weave of her thick work polo, almost resting of the counter as Kimmy hunched over. It was a slow Saturday afternoon in the restaurant, and she was the only waitress working the floor. She had just refilled everyone beverages, and served table six their order. Needless to say, she was a little bored with nothing to do. 

She reached down behind the counter and grabbed a couple of cooling fries, and stuffed them between her lips. No one really cared about employees eating during their shift, and considering Kimmy was the only one on in the front, she didn’t get the legally required break she should have.

All of a sudden Kimmy heard a crash, scanning across the floor she noticed a commotion at table two. She grabbed a dish towel and made her way over. Looked like a simple issue of a spilled drink. No one was drenched, and everyone's food looked intact, so that was good. The tables here were all super small, so issues like this were not uncommon. Kimmy kept asking the boss to get newer ones, but it had not happened yet. 

Kimmy turned on her charm a assured the guests that the spill was not a problem. She bent over to pick up the cup, and the skirt she was wearing rode up her meaty thighs as her large bum hung in the air. Good things she wore dark black leggings underneath, so she remained decent.  Kimmy could feel her soft belly compress as she bent over, giving her quite an uncomfortable feeling. She paid no mind to her tight attire though, as she rather focused on the job at hand. 

After getting everything in order, she headed back to the counter to refill the soda, and take a swig of her own. That was until someone walked in the front door. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

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Sashaying back over to table two, Kimmy replaced the spilled drink, and then turned her attention to the newly arrived customer. Looking down to grab a menu from the unoccupied hostess stand Kimmy greeted this new quests just like she would any other. "Good afternoon, welcome to Tex's Burger Joint." Looking up to make sure he was by himself she finally caught a real glimpse of the customer for the first time. "Table for… one…?" Her words softened and almost trailed off as she looked eye to eye with him.

The usual guest here was older couples or families with kids, but this guy was something different. He was so striking, Kimmy couldn't stop staring deep into his eyes. He was not only more or less Kimmy's age, but he was also one of the hottest guys she had ever seen. He was dressed nicely, not like a suit or anything, but better than most who showed up to a burger joint for lunch.

"Yes a table for one would be great." Kimmy started to show him to a table, but her mind would not stop racing. She kept thinking she had forgotten how to walk, and how awkward her ass must look since she was walking so awkwardly, and how could he not notice. Her thoughts even seemed to be rambling. Thankfully though she had arrived at the table and he was taking his seat.

She took his drink order, and upon returning it she took his food order as well. A handful of minutes later his burger was done, and tray loaded with fries. She took it to his table. "Here we go." She said placing the dish in front of him. 

She went to go walk away, even though she wanted to secretly stay and admire him, even while he ate. Before she could turn to leave though she heard him say, "Nice little place you guys have here." 

Kimmy was a little awe struck. She appreciated the complement, but she didn't want to blow it. This was her moment though, she had to make the most of it. "Oh thanks. I mean I just work here, but it's like my home away from home since I work here so much, so I try and keep it looking good. Might as well enjoy where you work right?"

While Kimmy was rambling a bit, he took a big bite of his burger. The juices started to leak out on to his plate as he put it down. "Damn that's a good burger!" He exclaimed. “Might be the best one I’ve had in this town.”

Kimmy laughed at what she thought was a joking comment. “What, do you like go around rating all the burgers that you eat?” She chuckled again, trying to be cute.

“That's precisely what I do, I’m an aspiring food critic.” Instantly Kimmy’s stomach sank. Oh she had screwed up bad. Here she was trying to flirt with a food critic. She could fix this, right?

“Oh well it sounds like our review is off to a great start.” Kimmy said unconvincing and nervously.

Now it was his time to chuckle. “Oh no, I’m just here for lunch. But do give my compliments to the chef, this burger is excellent.” There was a short pause, and in it Kimmy was able to start to feel her legs again, but then what he said next made her weak in the knees all over again. “Actually though, I am going to a restaurant tonight for review, maybe you would want to come with me? Explore the world of food reviewing.” He was so calm, cool, and collected, Kimmy didn’t know how to take this proposition. Was he asking her on a date? Maybe he was only asking her along because she was a thicc girl now and obviously liked food? Or maybe he just thought she was friendly? Either way, if there was even the slightest chance it was the first one, she had to take him up on the offer.

“Yeah that sounds great. I get out of here at five. Pick me up say around six?” She suggested. 

He smiled at her, a good sign Kimmy thought. “Yeah that will work out well.” Kimmy scratched her number and address on a scrap piece of paper and handed it to him. At this point he had finished his burger and all of the good fries, leaving only the burnt stubbly bits at the bottom of the basket. As his meal was over the next logical thing was to ask for the check. “So how much do I owe you for the burger?”

“Oh don’t worry about it, it’s on the house.” Kimmy blurted out without thinking.

“Oh no, I insist. I get free meals all the time, it’s nice to pay for one every once and awhile.” There was no doubt he was charming, but Kimmy’s nerves only allowed her to stand her ground.

“Oh no, I insist.” She said in a more stubborn tone than he used. “It’s on me.” Crap! What had she done. It really was on her, she’d have to pay for it out of her paycheck. But he didn’t push the envelope any further. Things were awkward now, but she showed him to the door, like she was entertaining guests at her house. The silence was deafening.

But right as he was about to leave he turned back around. “I’m Dave by the way.” He said with his signature smile. “We have plans, and I don’t think I ever even introduced myself.” He chuckled slightly. 

He had stuck his hand out to shake like one would do when introducing themselves. “Kimmy.” She said as the hand shake ended. 

“I did pick up on that.” He said, pointing to her pearl white name tag that was pinned on top of her right boob. His smile though made any awkwardness fade away. “I’ll see you around six.” he said, and with that he was gone.