Fast Food Fatty

Felipe swallowed his pride and took a deep breath before submitting his job application to McDonald’s. He knew he was capable of much more than slinging burgers, but he had no other options. It had been a year since the coronavirus decimated the economy and Felipe was one of millions left unemployed during a massive recession. Before the virus hit, he was a server at one of the fanciest restaurants in town, but months of quarantine had caused the venue to close down and lay off all their employees. It was the same story for the majority of businesses across the country and although the government had issued multiple stimulus packages, it was barely enough to get by. 

Fast food locations, on the other hand, were actually thriving due to their inherent low contact model and low prices. As more and more jobs opened up in this industry Felipe knew he had to swallow his pride and do whatever it took to survive. Still, at 26 years old with a degree in architecture, Felipe knew he was squandering his talents. 

It didn’t take long for him to get hired. They were requesting that he start immediately which he had no problem with. His friends cautioned him about indulging too much while on the job, but Felipe wasn’t concerned. He did not care for fast food much himself, especially McDonald’s. During the four months in which he was under quarantine he did indeed gain some weight, but all he ate were homemade meals with natural ingredients. Felipe had expensive tastes. 

That being, his appetite had grown significantly while his budget shrank. During the four months he was under quarantine he had packed on about twenty pounds of straight pudge. With no gyms open, he did try to lift weights in his room and go on runs, but he found it difficult to keep up a routine with his cozy bed always close by.

It didn’t take long for his toned physique to change right before his eyes. His booty and thighs had some extra padding, but most significant was the layer of pudge that rested atop his abs. He’d developed a beefier look that strained all the clothes he owned. Normally, Felipe would have been very concerned about this change, but he had bigger concerns on his mind, such as making rent. Plus, pretty much everyone he knew was significantly thicker coming out of quarantine. 

On his first day at McDonald’s he was given a uniform that he found humiliating and received basic training on taking orders. It was actually a bit more complicated than he thought and he did his best to learn the ropes as fast as possible. His coworkers were all generally nice people, albeit a little boring. Everyone was kind of chubby if not outright fat, and didn’t have many interests beyond getting stoned at work or drunk on their days off. 

He also learned everyone received free meals on their lunch breaks. All of his coworkers took advantage of this benefit, but Felipe refused. He brought his own homemade lunches with healthy ingredients and would go to a nearby park to eat. This definitely separated him from the rest of the staff who found him slightly pretentious. He tried not to care at first, but eventually caved from the social pressure. 

After a month of employment, Felipe began to occasionally eat McDonald’s for lunch like everyone else. He expected the food to be rubbery and gross but was pleasantly surprised. When fresh, the food was surprisingly good when it came hot from the kitchen. It certainly was a departure from his organic homemade meals, but his taste buds were enjoying the extra sodium and fats. 

After three months working at McDonald’s, Felipe found himself eating their food more often than not. Unfortunately, around the same time his landlord raised his rent and Felipe had no choice but to look for a new apartment. After a gruelling search, he found a cute place on the edge of town with affordable rent. The only caveat was that it would be a long commute to work. 

It didn’t take long before he was struggling to find the energy to meal prep after getting home so late. After a full day of being on his feet all he wanted to do was smoke weed and watch TV. As a result, he began eating at work every day he was there. At first, he only ordered Big Macs, but eventually that got boring. Felipe set a goal for himself to try every single thing on the menu. He achieved that goal in only a couple weeks. 

After a while his body became accustomed to and even started craving the salty and sugary high calorie foods from McDonald’s. He’d find himself snacking on fries throughout the day or eating any orders that were sent back. His lunch time meals also started getting bigger. When he started, a Big Mac would fill him up and keep him energized throughout the day. Now, he was eating a burger or sandwich, large fries, and a milkshake; sometimes chicken nuggets too if he was feeling ambitious. 

Naturally, Felipe’s body reacted to the surplus calorie intake. The last ten or so pounds seemed to go straight to his ass, which had become a definite bubble butt. Felipe wasn’t complaining though, he’d rather it go there than his belly. Plus, the boys he hooked up with on Grindr seemed to be really into it. The only annoying thing were the white stretch marks that now covered his cheeks and the way his underwear incessantly caused wedgies. Still, he found it easy to cope with these small annoyances. 

After about six months of working at McDonald’s more than just his ass was getting fat. Before long, Felipe’s modest paunch continued to round out. What started as some fat deposits just below his navel that weren’t too noticeable until he sat down, had grown into a belly that stuck out at all times. The upper portion of his gut filled up with more fat and created a subtle roll between the top of his belly and his chest. 

The added girth in the midsection also widened his frame, as love handles now connected his belly fat to his back. Even his chest was beginning to get puffy and Felipe was growing self conscious that his nipples were becoming visible in T-shirts. Plus, his rear continued to blow up, the lower half of which was now dotted in cellulite. Hefty thighs supported his backside and when he sat down his belly fat touched his side fat. All of these things meant that his original uniform was now bursting at the seams. 

When Felipe finally got up the nerve to ask his manager for a larger uniform, his manager laughed and told him he lasted longer than most before encountering this problem. This calmed Felipe’s nerves about the gain somewhat. Mostly, he was concerned about health problems from the extra heft. Otherwise, most of his peers were getting fat too. Everyone was under so much economic stress that beauty concerns seemed like a problem for the rich and bored. Felipe was fat but he wasn’t homeless, and that’s all that mattered. 

After about eight months of working at McDonald’s, Felipe’s appetite was in overdrive. The fast food had done something to his physiology and he was just constantly hungry. Most nights he would take home some food for dinner plus when he got the munchies later at night. It was better than spending money on food and he also didn’t have to worry about cooking. Sometimes, he’d even get to work early so he could have McDonald’s breakfast before he started his shift. 

Four months of living like this and Felipe had grown noticeably plump. It was no longer possible to hide his doughy belly that protruded outward like a ski slope. Even when he sucked in his gut he looked porky. This was in large part due to the double chin that sprang up in the last twenty pounds. Felipe grew a short beard to help hide the fat around his jawline, but that only did so much. Sure, you couldn’t make out the exact folds of his double chin, but he still looked bulkier and the beard gave him a manly lumberjack look. 

His lower half had grown thicker as well, including a FUPA that appeared out of nowhere in the last few months. His gut now sat warmly atop fluffy thighs when he sat down and belt buckles had become his enemy. The thing he anticipated the least was the extent to which his mobility was limited. Putting on socks and tying shoes was a definite struggle. And god forbid he drop something while at work. Bending down was a nightmare, causing him to hold his breath and uncomfortably grunt as he squatted to retrieve the lost item. 

A year of fast food work had unquestionably had its effect. Felipe was now as fat, and in some cases fatter, than his coworkers. He had completely surrendered to a life of comforting gluttony. His fat felt like a warm blanket that kept him soft and protected. He even found himself playing with it absentmindedly at times. He’d be at home watching TV, a package of Oreos resting on his gut, and while one hand fed himself the other would squeeze his belly. When he masturbated, he would grip his swollen arse or play with his pudgy nipples. 

The men he hooked up with seemed just as fascinated with his chub as he was. Men would worship his curves and folds, gripping them like the handlebars of a motorcycle. Plus, most of the guys he hooked up with were also fat or at least a little pudgy. He found it enjoyable to feel his fuzzy chub press up against someone elses, the way it slapped during rhythmic fucking, or how it jiggled when they came. 

Shortly after his one year anniversary, Felipe’s manager quit and Felipe was promoted into the position. He was thankful as this meant he spent less time on his feet and more time in the back office. Sales went up under his leadership and the franchise owner was very impressed. Six months later he was promoted to regional manager and introduced to corporate. Felipe dazzled with his charm and ability to shmooze. 

His weight hit a plateau around this time which was well enough because he was sick of buying new clothes. He also began dating someone, a journalist named Johnathan who was also chubby, although Felipe probably outweighed him by a good twenty pounds. They got along extraordinarily and began spending every weekend together. 

Once a position in corporate opened up it was immediately offered to Felipe. In general, he was not thrilled about doing this sort of work for a massive company that was largely responsible for the horrors of the factory farming industry among other things. This was not how he imagined his life would be: fat and working for McDonald’s corporate. That being said, he would be stupid not to accept the position with how much money they were offering. So he took the job. 

Over the next year Felipe settled into the life of working in an office, which incidentally caused him to gain even more weight than working at the drive thru. Eventually, he and Johnathan moved in together and were living fairly comfortably. They both grew fatter by the month and soon enough Felipe was sitting at a whopping 350 pounds. He waddled everywhere he went and ate everything he saw. Johnathan was about 100 pounds behind his boyfriend, but on his smaller frame they looked about equally fat. They enjoyed their lazy sweaty sex just as much as their food and never once considered dropping the weight. 

Felipe was content to have eaten his way out of poverty and felt thankful everyday for his cushy life. Likewise, Johnathan was more than happy to be a jiggling journalist with a higher salary than most in his field. Both men were making good money and enjoyed each other's company which was all that mattered. They were fat and happy.