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The humiliation of being a morbidly obese male and pushing forty was never lost on Shane. His size was unavoidable, didn’t let him catch a break – or perhaps didn’t let him catch his breath. It came at him every moment of his existence. It smacked his face like the belts of his twenties which had shrunk to a size unable to close around his hips, yet remaining a perfect reminder of the slim guy he once was. The pig he was now could only wear 6XL sweatpants and had to order special sizes from the Joja regional headquarters to wear the corporate mandated uniform.
The shape of his body followed him in every reflection. When he walked past the houses in town he saw his shapes in their windows, or when he entered the General Store’s glass sliding doors and saw his wide approaching figure, or when he caught himself in the mirror of Marnie’s bathroom and nothing but blubbery shapes of lard reflecting back at him.
Mirrors were particularly bad at revealing his size. The Joja Mart staff room’s mirror went wall-to-ceiling in the spot where the staff were supposed to change into their uniform, to make sure the staff could see and correct any blemishes to their presentation. He peeled off his hoodie and shirt and shorts, and what remained was a thick layer of hair covering his hefty layers of soft padding by his gut, chest and arms. What guy in his late thirties was supposed to have sloping sides that bulged over his underpants? Or boobs so big they could outcompete half the women in this town? Thighs bigger than the average person's waist? Every morning he was forced to look at himself in shame and defeat… He’d grown unbearably huge.
Alex barged into the staff room carrying three body scales stacked like pizza boxes. He walked up behind Shane in the mirror's reflection, eyes ogling his hips without shame, his free hand cupping the stretch-marked blubber hanging in the open air. His fingers were rough against Shane’s fat, callused and unmoisturized. They kneaded the fat, stroked it and patted it like a drum.
“Alright, here we go. Try this one.” He put down one of the scales in front of Shane’s feet and adjusted it so it sat securely on the tile floor. The display lit up when he pressed it with his hand. “Step on, fatso! I found these ones that go up to 400lbs! Maybe they’ll work for you!”
“For Yoba’s sake… Let me tell you one thing, kid,” Shane groaned, “I’m not here to be your guinea pig. I’m going to get dressed and get to work. You should get to work too. Or I’ll tell Morris you’re slacking off.”
“Come on, bro! You can’t be mean to the new guy! I was just curious. What’s a fat old guy like you weighing? I bet it’s even bigger than 400lbs,” he chuckled stupidly. “Trying all the scales we sell in our store, and not one that could measure you? Imagine that… God you’re huge.”
Alex drooled andhe looked up to Shane, crouched on the floor beside the scale. Who made that kid so horny? All he thought about was grabbing Shane’s gut, bringing him food and finding new ways to measure his body. Last Shane thought he was in a relationship with that blonde girl with the camera, yet it seemed like that was never the case after all. Apparently he was entirely homosexual. He’d plastered a green-white-blue flag onto his uniform for pride month, at Morris’s request, to show off the Joja family values of acceptance. Three weeks into his part-time job stocking the shelves and cleaning the floors, he’d taken to sticking around Shane like a moth to a flame, or a dog to a slab of meat, because his “lardass was so nasty” and apparently that was something he was into.
“Put those scales back where you found them, kid. Put your uniform on and get to work. I'm not paid to deal with your stupidity.” Shane sucked his gut in while fingering the final buttons of his shirt. Closing them went fine around his chest, but the buttons by his belly button were too tight. He had to suck it way in to have enough reach, and when they did close they’d cut into his pudge awkwardly. Now, however, it seemed even that had become too much to ask. Time to ask Morris for an even bigger size… His fat fingers fumbled the button holes. This wasn’t going to work. “Fuck…” Shane grumbled.
“Heh, need some help?” Alex rose up to his full height. He tilted his head way down teasingly. This guy was so damn tall!
The employee record stated he towered at a massive 6ft 8, or 204 centimeters as it was written down in the records, and that made him at least two heads taller than Shane. By all means he was a giant. And he was buff too as hell too, with burgeoning arms and a wide-set chest that you’d find in some gay pornographic comic book fantasy. It was scary to stand in such a dominating presence.
For a gridball player it made total sense, though. It was the type of body that threw you onto the grass and knocked you out with ease. Even the referee would be too intimidated to tell him off when he body-slammed someone’s clavicle into fracturing.
“Let me do it for you,” he said as he grabbed Shane’s uniform and tugged the button and hole close. The seams and strings audibly cracked, but somehow, without breaking anything, he managed to close the buttons. He gave a big slap belly slap in celebration and Shane’s gut wobbled. “There! Looking fat as fuck! Now get stocking, fatass!”
A shiver went down Shane’s spine. This guy was going to make this job all the more miserable…
The moment he turned around and began to waddle towards the store area, Alex grabbed his shoulder and held him in place.
“Wait, I forgot to tell you. I was thinking about going to the Saloon tonight. I wanna watch the gridball game with you and the guys. Maybe I’ll invite Gramps too.” he said, buttoning his own uniform. Just like Shane he struggled to close the buttons, but instead of around his waist the problem area was high by his chest and shoulders. “You should come too. I’ll put orders in with Gus for our food. Lots of beer, of course.”
“Ah sure…” Social contact was good. Harvey would encourage him to go. “Yeah, I’d like the, uh…” What garbage did they have there anyway? Salad? Harvey had begged him to eat more greens and so he’d been doing his best, not ordering pizza every time. His diet had even taken him so far as to order kale from the farm and blend them into smoothies. By Yoba it was disgusting, but admittedly he did feel his digestion improve noticeably that same evening. “Well make it something healthy. I don’t know. The salad or something. I heard the fiddlehead risotto is pretty good diet food too.”
“A diet food? Nah, nah, what about your family sized pizza with extra pepperoni and peppers? You need something full and fat, bro! A proper dinner from the Saloon will make you feel good. Hmm, if not pizza, I’m thinking burritos or something. Lots of sour cream. Filled with meat and beans and maybe some extra lard. It’ll do you good, dude, maybe make you fart something awful too.”
“Fart…?” Shane grimaced. Not this weird fetish shit again. Alex had some weird fantasies. Were all gay men like this?
“Mhm…” Alex put his hands on Shane’s shoulders, massaging them roughly. It appeared Shane was perfect eye-level with his pecs… A strangely exciting thought. Then Alex leaned down, sniffed Shane’s hair, and crouched even further down to sniff his armpits. “Fuck you reek, man. Slobby fart man. Always farting, I swear. I bet your sofa fucking reeks. Ever heard of taking a shower?”
“Shut up, you fucking pervert…!” Shane growled.
“Ahhh… Fuck…” Alex licked his lips, one hand on his heavy-pecced chest as it heaved up and down, the other reaching out to squeeze Shane’s fat moob. “Fuck yeah I’m a pervert. And you smell so fucking good. Ugh…”