The pudgy pink prince of pleasure!

oh, hello there.

say, you're cute..

Every morning I would go there for breakfast, making sure I order at the counter so that the staff will start to remember me. I'd also go there every night and order more and more food as time went on.

I would order so much food every time that at first they'd ask me if I want to take it away, assuming I was ordering for at least three people. But soon they would learn that I stay at the restaurant every time and eat all of it by myself.

As a result of this gorging over weeks and months I would gain a ton of weight of course, but would wear the same too-small clothes every time, staining them with ketchup and grease often between washes. My gut would hang noticeably from under my sweaty T-shirt, and my widening ass would stretch my stained sweatpants to the limit.

Every time I'd waddle my jiggling, gassy ass to the mcdonalds, the staff would groan and whisper to eachother, trying to figure out who's turn it is to serve the huge disgusting slob this time. And I could hear the others laughing in the back while the unlucky server would take my order. "Could I get two... huff... bigmacs and... make those large... meals, and... huff... nine nuggets... and a large vanilla... *brrrrap* shake please..." They would try to hide their disgust with various degrees of success.