"Nice to meet you too," Billy said with a smile as a timer went off. "Oop, 'scuse me a sec."
Billy got up and lumbered back into the kitchen. John watched as Billy's 4 foot butt shifted and pumped as he moved. It certainly was an amazing sight to behold... He had to be at least 450 pounds, but John couldn't really estimate so well. With Billy gone, John sat and looked around the restaurant. He started to drift off in his thoughts about how weird this place was and how he may not really want to come back. He did black out in the place after all... Then as John was about to leave, he felt the floor shake and heard the deep THUD of Billy's feet.
The giant chef came out of the kitchen carrying huge, deep pans that were stacked with food. He belched so thunderously that John's chest vibrated and he started to feel dizzy. Billy took his seat again and set the trays on the table. They were filled with beds of fries and burgers stacked high with toppings. He grabbed a burger the size of John's head and took a massive, messy bite out of it. Condiments and juice dripped out onto Billy's hand and plump chin as he chewed. The man just smiled to John and started to munch on the fries.
"Good stuff. When I started here," Billy said, swallowing, "I was... 400 pounds? Now I'm up over 550 just from my shift meals. This is my lunch, dude... Lunch!"
"5...50?" John stammered.
"Mmph, mmhm," Billy said, still eating. "But 550 is way too small. I gotta be at least 700 before I consider myself fat."
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