I worked at a sandwich place in college. I was mostly there for free food, it saved me so much money. The owner just used it as a venue for selling drugs, so he didn't really care and we would just kinda make ourselves whatever food we wanted.
It was mostly skinny college kids, including this one girl, Joanna. She was rail thin, like poked her own hole in a child sized belt thin. She'll come up later. Huge boobs, though.
One day my boss comes in super excited. He says one of his old employees from the good ol days moved back to the area and wants to come work here again. Cool, sounds good. Her name is Tabitha and I'm going to open with her tomorrow.
We baked our own bread, so we had to come in at like 6 AM to thaw the dough. We had a lot of downtime once that got started. I show up 5 minutes to six, and start unlocking and setting up. Right at 6, I see a car drive by the front and turn towards the employee parking spots around the side. A few minutes later, Tabitha comes up to the door.
She was *enormous*. She had a meatball body type a round belly that just kept sticking out further and further. Her shoulders were maybe a bit slender (for her size), a her tits were like tiny little flaps, but below her shoulders, her back fat spilled out into rolls that stretched against her shirt.
In fact, her shirt was barely holding it together. It barely got past her belly button. She had on a white shirt underneath, but she was very dark skinned, so in the right light you could see right through her shirt. I'm sure it didn't help that it was stretched.
Speaking of which, her pants were an absolute joke. She had on those fat girl jeans that are 99% leggings and 1% denim. But whatever size it was was not big enough, because she they were "closed" by a couple hair ties looped around the button and button hole. When she walked, you could hear her legs rubbing together all the way down to her tree stump calves, though her thighs still made them look like an ice cream cone overflowing with soft serve. Even her feet were fat, or maybe just swollen and overworked from the walk from her car. They were stuffed into sneakers, laces untied.
And she was wheezing. It was less than 150 feet from the employee spots to the door, and she was completed breathless. She had a big gulp in one hand, and the other she obviously had the instinct to rest on her hips, but her arms were so pillowy and her gut protruded so much that the closest she got was about mid-flank.
I was completely mesmerized. I could barely introduce myself, but she didn't seem to notice or mind, because she had to waddle in and behind the counter... where there was almost no room. I had seen bigger girls by weight, but she was probably under 5' 4", and as I said, just a total meatball, so she seemed bigger.
Her appearance was so slovenly, like her fat just made her utterly incapable of taking care of herself. I think it did, actually, because she smelled. I didn't notice until we started working, but it got worse and worse as we went. She sweat like a pig, and just reeked of BO. Normally I'm not into that kind of thing, but this woman was so incapable of taking care of herself because of her shocking weight that it was hot lmao.
I'm a pretty wide guy myself, so setting up for the day was constant "Behind you!" followed by a breathless "Heard!" We chatted, as best she was able, and she was a very sweet girl. She'd had an office job since graduating. She kept saying she was sorry her old uniform didn't fit (I didn't even realize until then that she was just wearing a blue polo the same shade as our uniforms), and that she would get more appropriate pants. I very quickly said it was fine, and we moved on...
A few days later and I'm working lunch with Tabitha and Joanna. Joanna was usually very quiet, did her own thing, but she really hit it off with Tabitha. Many, many times have I fantasized that it was more than just friendliness, but alas.
Right when Joanna came in, she goes, "Oh hey, Tabitha, did you forget your apron?"
I hadn't even realized she didn't have one. Maybe it was selfish, because it'd cover her gut busting out of her pants, but she hadn't said anything, either... And I quickly realized why. I grabbed her a new one, which she just kinda draped over her, just putting her head through the neck. There was no way in hell she could reach to tie tie it, if it even would fit around her.
There's a silent beat, and then Tabitha turns to do something, but Joanna says, "Hey, want me to get the back for you? The strings are gonna catch on something if you don't tie it."
Tabitha nodded silently. My mouth went dry. We were all behind the counter. Joanna slides in front of Tabitha, thin enough to actually fit between her and the back of the make line. She grabs the tassels, and leans into Tabitha to tie them.
There's one glimpse that's seared into my mind forever: Joanna was fully pressed into Tabitha, like two perfectly corresponding shapes, Joanna's round, perky tits pressed into Tabitha's, flat flabs. Joanna's body sinking into Tabitha's belly, inches, maybe even feet of nothing but lard, and because Joanna had to stretch and twist a bit, I could see her fucking ribs peeking just barely. Even comparing their necks, Joanna's long and thin with a full range of motion, Tabitha's buried in an inner tube of fat. It was intense.
I have no idea how long it took her to tie it, but I could've watched that shit forever. I have had dreams about that moment ever since. Sadly, Tabitha lost quite a bit of weight being on her feet so much, and eventually got clothes that fit. Joanna usually worked opposite hours to her, so I never saw anything like that again.
Sigh. I miss that place sometimes.