Carbohydrate Collector

Europe has been closing the obesity gap with the US for a while now but we still reign supreme in the infrastructure to get fat. The average portion size, the amount of salt, butter, and oil used at restaurants. The ease of getting fattening fast food, any time of day there are multiple drive thru just waiting to accommodate any cravings. The ability to do all this without hardly needing to move.

You knew all this and instead of it being a source of apprehension, it was the most alluring part of the trip to the states for you.

The plan was simple, once you land we hop in and car and drive. All over the country, so you can be introduced to the regional and state specialty dishes. A culinary parade fit for someone with an appetite and a belly like yours. You planned on fully submitting and allowing yourself to really ~appreciate the culture~.

So that's what we do, restaurant after restaurant, drive thru after drive thru. The well known national brands, McDonald's, BK, Wendy's, Krispy Kreme, Popeyes, Taco Bell, Sonic, as well as the more local ones, Culver's, In-N-Out, Cookout, Whataburger, Chick-fil-A, Rasin' Canes.

You're sitting shotgun and your only job is to enjoy the scenery and consume. A drink or shake to your lips almost constantly, a fast food bag crinkling in your lap. A lap that by the mile is having more and more of its real estate swallowed up by your bloated belly.

Your gut is firm and tight, with day after day of heavy fattening greasy food being shoveled into it. You have stopped even bothering trying to button your pants, instead opting to just allow your overfed belly just push the two ends apart. Which has not gone unnoticed by the folks working the drive thrus. Once they see your smile and hear your accent as you thank them, they just think "oh poor thing, look at what she's done to herself".

It's not just fast food though, it's BBQ in the south, Mexican in SoCal, Philly cheese steaks, pizza from both NY and Chicago so you can pick your side. You indulge and overindulge in it all. And while it's a feast for you and your gluttonous appetite, it's a feast for my eyes and hands. Every red light or when the highway is straight I'm reaching over to pat and rub your belly. Praising you for being such a good passenger princess and also asking if you're ready for another pit stop. Sometimes you're just reclined and snoozing after a big meal and others you've got the music cranked up and being your authentic self. We chat about this and that as we drive and I hype you up about the next meal.