Anthony carried the broken table with ease as he moved back to the kitchen. The wooden table might have seemed heavy to the average man, but Anthony was a unique being. While most would consider those who stood at 6’1 tall, Anthony towered over those men by six inches. At his weight, regular people be close to immobilization. However, Anthony carried his weight well (as well as any 635 pound man could that is!). His height allowed for his weight to be distributed throughout his body. Certain body parts still managed to stand out, especially his forearms and the lower half of his body. Most guys would be a little self conscious about having thighs as big as tree trunks and a booty that swung left every time that he moved right, or vice versa, but not this giant of a man.
Anthony carried his weight confidence and ease. He worked out at the gym, before he came to work, kept the fat on his body firm, and allowed for the muscles to continue to grow. He worked out his body so much that customers were able to see his biceps pressing tightly against his already taut thin clothes. He was the only worker that did this, and Anthony did it to his advantage, because he knew that diners enjoyed the 635 pound piece of eye candy that brought them their food. Just like John did tonight.
The wheels in head started to turn as he walked himself into the kitchen. The chef, Big Billy, was packing away the last of the food when Anthony had entered. After setting down the broken table against the stove, Anthony asked Big Billy, “Hey, man. You got any food left around here? I’m feeling like munching on something right now.”
“Sorry, but I gave the last of the food from tonight earlier.” Chuckling as he took off his apron, he turned to face his co-worker before he continued talking. “Who was so important that I had to stay later than usual?”
“I was just-“
“WHOA! What the hell happened to that table?” interrupted Big Billy as he pointed wooden table against the stove.
“Oh, this. It’s not a big deal. I just got out of the seats too quickly and I guess that this place can’t really handle man of my size. Heh. Heh.”
Anthony stared down at his tonnage that was his belly. He gripped it with both hands and started to caress it. He went into a deep trance as he became focused on his girth. A smile of ecstasy came on his face as one of his beefy arms rose to chest and started to play with it. If it wasn’t for his giant gut reaching close to his knees, it would have been obvious that his manhood was in need of attention.
Billy broke Anthony out his dream by clearing his throat loudly. After spooking the man in front of him, he said to Anthony, “You’re going to need to report the boss about this incident.”
“About right now, I’m sorry about that. It’s just that all this weight is so intoxicating, I just can’t control my
self sometimes.”
“I was talking about the table.”
“Oh.”
“Just go down the hall, and see what the consequences will be for that.”
Anthony said nothing as he walked towards the office of the owner of Belly Busters. He swung his drum sized legs and made his way toward his punishment. He passed by Big Belly and bumped him with his meaty man ass.
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