WALMART FATTY (XWG, HUMILIATION, SLOB)

In Maria's left hand, she held a half-eaten quarter pounder with cheese. Meanwhile, her right hand blindly felt around, combing through the central console with her chubby fingers, searching for her vape. Sweat dripped down her forehead as she took a deep breath. She then opened her mouth, taking a sizable bite out of her quarter pounder, getting bits of mustard on her fat double chin. Almost in a trance, her eyes glossed over; she inhaled through her nose, her mouth watering in anticipation for another bite of her greasy burger. But then:

KNOCK KNOCK

Maria, startled, jumped at the sound and quickly looked to her left to see her boss standing outside her car window. Her boss, Carly, a portly, bottom-heavy blonde woman, stood there with a mix of impatience and discomfort on her face as she watched Maria lower her window.

"Maria, your break ended 10 minutes ago. Do you really think it's acceptable to sit out here stuffing your face while everyone else is working?"

Maria's heart raced, and she began to sweat furiously from a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. She looked at her boss wide-eyed and caught off guard.

"I'm sorry," she stammered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I was just finishing up..."

"Uh-huh," Carly said, scanning the car and seeing the remnants of Maria's meal lying in a pile on top of the oil-stained and crumb-filled passenger seat. She then looked back at Maria and sighed. "Honestly, Maria, if you put half as much effort into your work as you do into eating, maybe we wouldn't be getting a visit from the regional manager. We can't afford to carry dead weight."

Carly then waddled away. Maria took another deep breath, then shoved the rest of her burger into her mouth in one bite. She struggled to keep it all down. With her cheeks filled, she grunted as she hefted herself up to turn over and continue the search for her vape. She finally found it between some used grease-stained napkins and an open bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos. She held it in her hand with a tight grip as she continued to struggle to chew her food. With another heavy inhalation, she grabbed her sweet tea and took a long, hearty sip to wash it all down. After letting out a huge burp, she took another puff of her vape, then began to mentally prepare for the process of extracting her massive bulk out of her girlfriend's Subaru, which was no easy task for a girl of Maria's dimensions.

Opening the door was the easy part. Maria clutched the edge of her seat with her oily fingers, attempting to catch her breath, which became heavy and labored. With another grunt, she began to shift her body, which jiggled and quivered with each movement. She placed one foot outside the door, the movement sending a rippling wave through her elephantine-sized legs and up to her nearly triple belly rolls. Her belly shook and bounced in response.

She then pushed harder, her body bloated from her lunchtime feast, which consisted of two quarter pounders with cheese, two large fries, a twenty-piece McNuggets, and two sweet teas. Every inch of her flabby body moved in unison as she struggled to move her immense body.

With a free hand, she clutched the door frame for support and hoisted herself further out of her seat. Her belly then rolled over her waistband, spilling out uncontrollably beneath her shirt. Beads of sweat began to pour down her back as her damp shirt rode up and began to cling uncomfortably to one of her various moist back rolls, causing her to let out a small, involuntary moan as her body protested the exertion.

With one more push, she got both heavy feet onto the pavement. The hardest part was still yet to come, as her body was still not extracted from her cramped vehicle-sized prison. With sweat dripping off her nose, she leaned forward, trying to find the leverage to push herself into a standing position. Trembling from the effort, she managed to heave herself out of the car. Her body violently jiggled, her lower belly, thigh rolls, and meaty arms quaking from the momentum.

She stood there for a few seconds to catch her breath and began to wipe away the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. She then looked down at her belly, which had escaped her stretch pants during the commotion. She bent slightly and grasped her lower belly flesh with both hands and lifted it, surprised by how heavy and warm it felt. With a slight grunt, she adjusted her grip to better maneuver her apron belly.

Awkwardly tucking her belly into her pants, the waistband strained against her folds. She struggled to get everything back into place. She then adjusted her shirt back into place. She was flush with embarrassment and looked around to see if anyone noticed. Luckily, no one did, and she began her slow, exhausting waddle back to her minimum-wage job.