WALMART FATTY II (XWG, HUMILIATION, SLOB)

With her left hand gripped the steering wheel of her Ford Explorer while her right hand aggressively shoved handfuls of fresh McDonald's french fries into her greedy maw. Her bites were large and hurried. Repeatedly, she fiercely forced her greasy fingers into the bag. Noticing tartar sauce from her Filet-O-Fish smeared on her cheek, she used a french fry to wipe it off before popping it into her mouth.

As she hit yet another red light, she stopped and picked up her sandwich, going in for another sizable bite. The tartar sauce oozed out and landed on her tight, unbuttoned jeans. She cursed under her breath. Her frustration peaked as she saw her doughy pale belly billowing out, bringing back memories of that morning.

The number “197” had flashed accusingly at Amy who stood at 5'2", she was considered obese and looked the part. Her once curvy and sexy figure had now taken on a more spherical silhouette. Her jawline had begun to soften and sag, slowly morphing into a double chin. Her tiny waist had become wide and bloated. Most of the added pounds had accumulated in her lower half, which stopped her husband from making too many comments about seeing his wife go from wearing a bra and a size small underwear to now wearing an undersized extra-large nightgown, which rode up at the front because of how far her belly stuck out from all the secret late-night binges watching reruns of her favorite sitcoms in bed.

She knew she’d been overindulging lately but never thought she’d let it get this bad. She was always skinny growing up, but the last few years had been hard on her and her husband as they struggled in the first few years of their marriage. Her husband showed her no mercy when it came to her weight, so she vowed to embark on a weight loss journey to save her marriage.

The light turned green, and she went back to shoveling fries down her throat as the store finally came into view. She parked her car, scarfed down the last few bites of her sandwich, and reached back into her bag searching for more fries but had no luck. Sucking the salt from her fingers, she then grabbed her purse and her diet coke, stepped out of her car, and headed inside.

When she stepped through the door, Carly immediately alerted her staff of Amy, the regional manager's arrival. Amy walked through each aisle, her steps quick and authoritative, sending her meaty saddlebag ass quivering with the movement. She was looking for any excuse to blow off some steam and throw her weight around.

As Amy stormed down each aisle, she approached the snack aisle and felt her frustration rise at the sight of the sparsely stocked shelves. As Amy scanned the shelves, she began to hear the rattling of a cart accompanied by heavy shuffling footsteps and the sound of labored, wheezing breaths. Mixed with these sounds were low, drawn-out groans, reminiscent of an older woman struggling with each movement.

When she looked up to offer support to the struggling customer, she laid her eyes on the largest woman she had ever seen. Taking up half of the aisle, Amy was taken aback by the sheer size of this woman who she guessed had to be 5'8" and at least 500 pounds, and looked to be in her early twenties. Pushing a cart filled to the brim with all sorts of chips, cookies, and candies, she was now realizing the culprit behind the bare shelves. She watched as the woman stared intently at a bag of salt and vinegar chips, appearing to contemplate if she needed yet another bag to go along with the mountain of snacks already piled high in her cart. The woman appeared to express some willpower and placed the bag back on the shelf. Her fleshy upper arms creased, forming visible rolls that jiggled with every movement. Amy continued to watch this TLC-sized woman, who was lost in thought staring at a bag of salt and vinegar chips before lazily placing it back on the shelf. Amy looked confused as she watched the woman place another bag back on the shelf.

Amy began to walk towards the woman in an attempt to thwart the act of willpower she believed this woman was expressing. “Excuse me, ma’am, do you need any help with anything?” The woman, caught off guard, turned, startled, and quickly tried to smooth down her too-small uniform, but it was no use. Her shirt strained against her abdomen, which extended outward in a pronounced curve, creating a noticeable overhang that rested heavily against her thighs. Amy’s eyes then narrowed as she saw the woman was wearing a name tag, which looked tiny resting upon her large and full chest that blended into the rolls of her upper abdomen. She then realized this was not a customer preparing for what appeared to be the Super Bowl of binges, but in fact a super-sized employee named ‘Maria,’ who was struggling to do her job, stocking the shelves.

“You're an employee? Why aren't you in proper uniform?” Amy barked at Maria before looking her up and down once more. Taking her all in, Amy still couldn't get over just how big Maria was. The biggest shock for Amy was how low Maria’s belly hung; her knees were almost completely obscured by it, making her legs appear shorter than they were. Her forehead and bosom teeming with sweat, Maria’s anxiety now at ten, struggled to open her mouth for a response, but before that could happen, Amy interrupted her.

“We can't have you on the floor looking like this. You look like you're going to pass out, and your attire is completely unacceptable.” Amy then offered to give her the rest of the day off to recover and acquire a larger size uniform. Maria, now terrified at the idea of losing her first real job, tried to protest, trying to convince her that she was doing okay and that it was just a little humid out. Amy, not buying her plight, insisted that she take the day off. Amy watched as Maria made a final attempt to keep her dignity, trying to pull her shirt downward in another vain attempt to cover her sagging lower belly roll to no avail. Before putting her head down, causing her neck to disappear and her double chin to rest heavily upon her chest, she made her slow, pitiful trek back to the break room to gather her belongings.