Cass gets some donuts~

Hello everyone! Here's a story I wrote for Lily and her game, there's a few other stories I have in backlogs that I will upload over the next few days. Also, Lily is starting to get a bit better so game production should return to normal in the next couple of days.

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Cass glances up at the clock from her desk, it’s a little past noon. She looks back down at her computer and continues to type. Her stomach rumbles, she looks back up at the clock, still noon. She looks back at her computer and returns to work. A few moments later another growl from her stomach disrupts her from working. She looks back up at the clock and sighs, still got three hours till lunch… another growl from her stomach demands that she does something now. She thinks for a moment, then an idea pops into her head. She’ll just say she needs to use the restroom then run down to the employee Wendols™, grab some donuts, and eat them on the way back. Her boss will be none the wiser to her skipping work to get some grub and her tummy will be happy until her lunch break. Genius! 

Cass scutches back her chair and stands up. She walks somewhat shyly over to the door to Mr Patrick's office. It’s company policy to request any and all actions that would result in an employee leaving their desk. She hesitantly raises a hand to knock on the door but before she can knock a booming voice comes from inside. “You’re such a pansy lard ass Cass! Don’t bother getting your grubby paw marks on my door, what the hell do you want!” Mr Patrick was in a good mood today. 

“Well, um, I need to use the restroom… sir.” There was a long pause.

“sir? Sir! SIR! GOD DAMN IT LARD ASS I TOLD YOU MY NAME IS PATRICK! P-I-T-R-I-C-K! I WORK FOR A LIVING! YOU WILL CALL ME PATRICK, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?” And now he wasn’t in such a good mood.

“Yes, sorry Patrick, I’m very sorry… Can I use the restroom?”

 “CAN YOU? I HOPE YOU CAN LARD ASS! I DIDN’T KNOW BSE HIRED THE MENTALLY IMPARED! IT’S MAY I USE THE RESTROOM! NOW GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY OFFICE DOOR YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR AN OFFICE WORKER.” Cass, knowing better than to even say thank you, quickly walked away from the door and started off in the direction of the bathroom. 

Once she was about halfway to the bathroom she made a left and went down the hallway that leads to the employee Wendols™. As she walked down the hallway she was painfully aware of how her ass jiggled with every step. It was snug against her skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. Every step it’d ripple and move, and it didn’t help it was her largest asset, ha, ASSet. She chuckled to herself, what a funny pun. Her feelings of joy quickly diminished as she remembered that her ass is absolutely massive. The hallway had a small staircase at the end of it, really only 6 or seven steps. As she made her way down her ass jiggled and bounced like crazy, she hated the feeling. Everyday on her way to work she has to walk across the city of Detroit, which is why she has such a muscular ass in the first place, but her love for Wendols™ is the reason why it jiggles. Anyways, on her walk to work everyday she’s plagued with feeling it jiggle and wobble and bounce. It’s all so embarrassing!

Getting past the stairs Cass it’s only a short walk to the large automatic door that leads to the Wendols™. To the left on the door there is a small keypad, walking up to it she inputs the code: 11113152024. After a few seconds the large door’s mechanisms kick on, the sound of quiet electric motors can be heard as the door slides down, into the ground. An automated voice comes over the loud speaker. “Blast door 23-W is now open, it will close in 5 seconds. If due to mobility issues you are unable to make it through the door please say your assigned code word now. If for any reason you have yet to receive your assigned code work please see the Bureau of weight and mobility management to get your code word.” The prerecorded message drones on about what forms to file and other mambo-jumbo. 

Cass quickly makes her way through the door and continues down the hall. At the end of it she can see the sliding glass doors that lead to Wendols™. With food in sight she picks up her pace, her ass jiggling more and more as her speed moves to a slow jog. As she nears the door she slows down, the slow wide doors open. She’s hit with a cacophony of noises and sounds as well as smells of greasy food and sweet things in the air. She enters the Wendols™ and has a look around.

It looks like any other fast food place, colorful furniture, brightly lit, and smells of grease. The only difference is that every, single, patron is overweight. Some only mildly, a woman in a with a bit of a muffin top walks past her, others are obese, another woman completely fills a booth as her belly and breasts rest on the table, and other patrons are more fat than people, a woman who’s basically a blob and barely dressed sits on a custom made mobility scooter, her fat overhanging it on all sides, nearly hiding the scooter under her. 

She takes a deep breath, here she feels at home and comfortable in her skin here. She knows that no one will judge her for having a massive ass because she probably has the smallest ass in the room. She walks up to the counter, there’s a large girl standing behind the counter, well large is an understatement, she’s massive. Her belly is sitting on the counter, pressing into the register and oozing around it. She looks like at one point she was emo or goth or something, but now her face looks sweaty and hungry rather than dark and dead inside. She looks Cass up and down and scoffs slightly. She grabs a large milkshake off the counter and takes a long sip of it. Not wanting to be rude, Cass doesn't approach the counter anymore and waits for the large woman to call her over. Though how she could be rude Cass isn’t sure. 

After a minute or two a man who looks to be the manager walks over. He looks at the large employee and then at Cass. Looking back at the employee she smiles, she doesn’t return the smile. “Vanessa, could you please help that guest™?” She rolls her eyes at him, he looks mildly annoyed. He glances down and starts to raise a hand to his brow when he notices something. “Vanessa! Why aren’t you wearing pants? I thought we talked about this!”

She scoffs. “Well mr high and mightly, if this job didn’t make me so fat then that wouldn’t be an issue!” She crosses her arms for a moment before taking another sip of her milkshake. “It’s all this stress from work that destroys my metabolism!" She turns to the side, her belly slides off the counter and hits into her thighs with an audible smack. She takes another sip of her milkshake before reaching over to the counter to her other side. She grabs a handful of fries and stuffs them into her face before washing them down with another swig of her milkshake. “Geeze David, get off my back! It’s hard enough working a 3 hour shift twice a week, I don’t need you to add onto it!” Cass can see from this angle that her lower body is just covered by a pair of panties with skulls on them, from the front her belly hides her hips with how it was resting on the counter. 

The man nods several times. “I completely understand Vanessa, clearly I have been too hard on you. Why don’t you go into the back, get a pair of pants and then take the rest of your shift off. You can even have an extra employee meal.” She perks up when she hears the extra meal.

She goes to replay, but before she can she lets out a loud burp, which she doesn’t even seem to notice. “Thanks David, you’re the man. And I’m sorry I put some much blame on you, it’s just so hard having to stand here and take the occasional order.” She turns and waddles away, going through a side swinging door that probably leads to the kitchen and office. As she waddles away Cass notices that her panties are ripped in several places and her work shirt has a huge tear on the pack, spreading the shirt apart and revealing pretty much all of her back. Cass has no idea what the uniform policies are for this place, but they must be lax to say the least. 

The manager walks over to the register and calls Cass over, greeting her with a friendly smile. “Hi, I can help you right here, miss.” Cass walks up to the counter, she gives him a friendly smile in return. “I’m so sorry about Vanessa there, she’s just still adjusting to her new hours. How are you doing?”

Cass wasn’t really sure what her hours before were, but they must have been a lot less than the 6 hours a week she has now. “I’m good thank you, just very hungry, how are you?”

“I’m fantastic, thanks for asking. Oh, and you said you were very hungry? Well then it seems you came to the right place!” He lets out a chuckle. “What can I get for you today?”

“Can I get a donut, a chocolate donut please?” She always gets a chocolate donut, Wendols™ has the best.

“Alrightly, would you like to upgrade that to a dozen today? Only 40 cents more.” She smiles eagerly at her. Cass took a moment to think… 11 more donuts for only 40 cents more? She could just hide them under her desk. 

“Alright, yeah, we’ll do that. Thank you.” She felt pretty good about this new purchase.

“Fantastic, and would you like the deluxe chocolate donuts? Only 25 cents more. They come with sprinkles on them and are fried in extra oilily oil.” Cass couldn’t resist, he’s just too good of a sales man! 

“Alright fine, but no more upselling! I don’t want to go broke here.” She said jokingly, though the funny part is that in this economy she might actually go broke by the end of this interaction.

“Super, and no more upsells, but we do have a new deal going on. If you submit your weight, height and social security to Wendols™, I can throw in a free belt-burster-shake™.” Damn he’s good Cass though to herself. Fine, he might have won this round, but next time she’ll resist giving up important personal information to a shady company just to get a milk shake. 

“You’re smooth David, very smooth.” Cass said in a shy, joking way.

“That’s how I’m able to plow every fat bitch here.” David replied with a completely serious tone.

“What?” Cass said, raising her eyebrows in utter shock. 

“Did you want that shake extra large or extra extra large? They’re both free.” Damn, she just can’t win here. This guy probably smooth talked his way into management, and all those XXL panties.

“I’ll try the extra extra large please.” Cass was sold on the idea of free food.

“Fantastic, can I please get your height, weight and social security, and then your total will be $3.74 after tax.” He gave her another warm slime, this guy oozes charisma. Cass blushes slightly, her weight is something of an embarrassment to her. “Aw, don’t worry, miss. This is a judgment free zone, trust me. I’ve seen people well over 4,000 pounds. Everyone is beautiful at every size.” He looks at Cass with a deathly serious look. “Except skinny people.” Alright, well, that would explain his choice of employment. 

“Um, well I’m 5’10 and I weigh 267 pounds. My social security number is 333-333-3303.” 

He presses some information into the register and then looks up at her, smiling warmly. “267? You look smaller than that, you must be quite muscular. Anyhow you can tap or insert whenever you're ready!” He said cheerfully. Cass grabbed her wallet out from wherever it is she keeps her wallet, pulled out her card and tapped it. The card reader made a cheerful noise before popping up with a loading screen that was a loop of a woman growing from skinny to a blob, but it was animated very cutely so it didn’t worry Cass. After a moment it accepted the payment and printed a receipt. David grabbed it and handed it to her. “Alright, here's that for you and we’ll call out your weight as soon as it’s ready! While your weight-ing, get my pun? You can register for our rewards program.” He pointed towards a large scale looking device that had “rewards” written above it and a screen at eye level. “You just walk over there and it will weigh you, then scan your receipt. Points are collected by how much you buy and how much more you weigh with each purchase. So top rewards are free food for life, a mobility scooter and a position as a restaurant's waste disposal and milk shake manager! I love it when people win that reward! Anyhow that’ll be right out for you 267. Have a fat-tastic day!” 

Curious Cass walked over to the rewards station. The scale part of it was massive, about five feet squared. As she stepped on it the screen lit up. The screen asked her to please stand still, after a second or two it requested for her to insert her receipt. After doing so the screen displayed a bunch of information, like her current points, weight, build and name.

Cass

Weight: 267

Build: Mostly lower body muscle, forming a heavy pear.

Current points: 641

Size: Small

Cass quickly looked over the information it had on her, it was a concerning amount, but the pretty colors of the system made all those thoughts of ‘how did they get this information?’ turn into thoughts of ‘wow, all these colors are so pretty and seem to almost numb my mind somehow.’ At the bottom of the screen was a button that said shop. Clicking on it she looked through all the different items they had. Wow, free food for life is only 2,000 points. That seems kinda cheap. 

Cass was broken from her line of thought when she heard a husky, feminine voice calling out. “Order for 267! I have an order for 267! Is there a woman here with a massive ass that weighs 267?” Well, the massive ass part was a bit uncalled for, they could have just asked for a name. 

Cass walks over to the large woman who’s calling out her order. The woman is pretty big, not as big as Vanessa, but she definitely struggles to go up stairs or really just waddle any far distance. Her uniform is covered in sweat and grease and crumbs. Her belly is hanging out and her massive cleavage is on full display. The woman looks at Cass, looks at the number again and shrugs. She holds out the food for her, a huge milk shake and a large box that’s dripping with grease. “Here’s your food ma’am.”

Cass takes the food and starts to make her way back to her way back to her desk. As she walks she takes a few sips of the shake, it’s very sweet and honestly just makes Cass feel bloated. She takes a few more steps and takes another sip, it’s even worse this time, these shakes suck she thinks to herself. She takes another step and another sip. She doesn’t even make it to the door before the XXL shake is gone. Now feeling bloated she decides to hold off on having a donut. She walks over to the door and starts to put in the pass code. While she’s waiting for the door to open she grabs a donut and starts to eat it. It’s hot and covered in grease, chocolate and sprinkles. The donut is also massive and it’s completely devoured before she even makes it half way to the stairs. She stops for a second, her stomach feels bloated, a small burp escapes her lips. She puts her hand over her mouth and blushes before looking around to make sure no one saw her. 

She lets out a sigh of relief, she probably shouldn't eat any more she thinks to herself as she grabs another donut and starts to eat it. The second donut is gone by the time she reaches the stairs, the third is gone before her ass stops jiggling from going up the stairs. By the time she reaches the bend that leads back to her desk she is dismayed to find all of her donuts are gone. She sighs. “Fuck, $3.74 cents and my social security number all for a few tiny donuts that barely filled me up.” She says while absentmindedly rubbing her bloated gut, a few burps escaping her lips as she walks back to her desk. As she sat down and went back to work she started to think about what she was going to have for lunch, her skirt digging into her full and bloated belly slightly.