Suggested Story: Fast Food and Snake Oil

 Here's this week's short story, taken from a couple of suggestions in the suggestion box! If you have an idea of your own, feel free to drop it in there, and I'll see what I can do.

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Hugh read the email, and felt the dread welling up in his throat. He’d been furloughed for a month at this point. The owner of the small firm where he worked had promised to bring everyone back on once this dang lockdown was over with, but the fact is, revenue had dried up. They hadn’t been in the best of positions at the beginning of the year, and the owner was cutting his losses, and shuttering the whole company. 

Now what? Unemployment? Hugh had heard from a number of folks that no one could even get through to figure out where their benefits were. Rent was due, and other bills--what the hell was he going to do? There had to be something.

Hugh had always been a worker--this last month just sitting at home, doing nothing at all but watch TV, he was bored out of his mind. He could at least be doing something--he wasn’t afraid of some dumb virus, and at least it would help him pass the time. After a couple of days, he found a job working at a local fast food joint. Most of the employees had quit recently--not a surprise really, but the franchise owner was a bit desperate. Hugh had worked at places like this when he was younger, to get him through high school and college, so he decided, why not? It was just temporary--once the economy was up and running again, he’d find something else and land on his feet, just like he always did.

He ended up working the restaurant on the day shift with another guy named Billy. He’d started working at the place a few months before all of this mess started, and he was one of the few employees to stay on. The work was dull, in all honesty, but at least he didn’t have to clean tables or mop up bathrooms after customers. One of them would take orders, and fry, the other ran the grill, and during the ample downtime, they struck up a bit of a friendship. 

Billy was a simple guy. He lived in a trailer park not too far from the restaurant, and didn’t have the college degree, or even a high school diploma to his name. He was funny though, and quick witted--but pretty large, and rather hairy. His uniform didn’t quite fit him, and as the first couple of weeks passed by, it was getting easier and easier to see his belly hanging out from the bottom of the shirt--at least no customers could see it through the window. When Hugh asked him about why Billy hadn’t quit, he told him it was because he wasn’t afraid of the virus. “I bought these immunity boosters from a guy I know. Work great! I’ve never felt healthier--I’m not going to catch this thing.”

The immunity boosters were a little capsule, and Hugh thought the whole thing was dubious...but then again, being out in the world was...eye opening. So many rude ass customers, one guy even coughed in his face one day just to be a jerk, after Hugh “took too long” making his food. It was probably just a placebo, but why not? Billy was willing to share, and so Hugh started taking the supplement as well--and much to his surprise, it...it did do something.

Hugh felt great. Relaxed, at ease. Hungry all the time, but hey, he worked in a fast food joint, so that wasn’t a problem. He didn’t really notice, over the next month, that he was starting to bulk up as well, his own belly growing out the bottom of his uniform, until the owner stopped by one day, and yelled at them both for being a couple of slobs, and growing out of their damn uniforms. Hugh asked Billy about the weight gain, but he didn’t seem concerned by it. Hugh on the other hand, hated it, and stopped the supplements--he only made it a couple of days. He felt...ill without them. He took a pill again, felt immediately better, and Billy helped him celebrate by feeding him a burger in the back. 

Billy ran low on the drugs, went to his supplier, and when he came back to work the day after, he seemed a bit...distant. Hugh asked him about it, but he didn’t want to talk about it. This batch, he said, was better. Higher potency. The cases were spiking again, so they needed it. The new batch made Hugh feel loopy in a new way--he didn’t like it much at first. He kept messing up orders, and couldn’t seem to remember things as well. But he settled in after a couple of days, and soon Billy and he were back to their old selves, but now a lot more physical. Every time Hugh bumped into the fatter Billy in the close quarters of the restaurant, he felt a little...jump. It took him most of the month to realize he was feeling...attraction. He was embarrassed and horrified. Billy was a fat, hairy slob! Why would he find him attractive? But in the mirror at work one day, washing his hands, he realized he wasn’t far behind Billy in any of those categories. He was nearing three hundred pounds, which seemed impossible to him. He had a thick beard he no longer bothered shaving, thicker than it had ever been in his life, with a bit of grey even. He realized he could almost look like Billy’s father--and he was more horrified that the idea even turned him on a bit.

Their supply was running low again, and this time, Billy told him that if he wanted more, he’d have to come along to the dealer. Billy seemed...nervous. Hugh didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t what he found in the rundown single wide that Billy drove them to. An older fellow, leering at them, groping himself as he told the two pigs to undress and get into position--it was time to pay up.

The older fellow fucked them both--several times. His cock was massive--easily nine inches long, and his heavy balls would fill them both up so full that cum would dribble out and down their fat thighs after each fuck. Billy stayed quiet, and Hugh...he didn’t understand why he was doing this--why he was enjoying this. They left the trailer--but with just a week’s supply now. They’d have to pay up each weekend if they wanted more--and they both wanted more. Billy drove Hugh to his own trailer in the same park, and neither of them said what they were thinking, how horny they were. They went in and slammed into each other, kissing and feeling and touching and sucking until they collapsed in a sweaty, hairy pile, satisfied in ways neither of them could really articulate. Then it was back to work. More work, more food, the supplements stronger now--but they didn’t mind. They had each other now, and they would enjoy whatever happened to them, together.