"Absolutely, I'm starving!"

You beam excitedly and smack your immense belly before letting out a thunderous belch.

Jake laughs and turns to Steve to ask "And you?"

Steve perks up, not expecting to be offered anything, "Oh! I'd love one, oh, and a basket of your famous fried chicken."

"Alright! Comin' right up!" before signaling to one of the guys behind the counter "Pete! Three Triple Jake Shakes and a basket of chicken, ASAP!" He calls out in a booming voice "And keep the machine running, the mayor's here!" before turning back to you with a big smile as his employees got to work.

"Three shakes?" You ask him a bit confused.

"I'm getting one for me. You're not the only one who's hungry here!" He chuckles as he bumps his own gut into yours before giving you a flirty grin "Now how about we find a seat~."

The three of you find yourselves a booth in a more secluded corner of the dining floor. Steve and Jake managed to squeeze themselves into the giant booth, with Jake taking up a majority of the space, but you're simply far too fat for any of the seats, leaving you **** to sit on the floor outside of the booth. It isn't that bad though, since your titanic ass is basically a seat all on its own and you got to watch as the sweaty lard balls in the kitchen worked the industrial sized food processing machines lined up behind the counter. Each one had a window peering into the massive drums filled with different flavors of shakes on tap and labeled accordingly along with their grossly inflated calorie counts per serving printed proudly in bold letters, some just barely creeping into the millions.

Eventually one of the servers comes around pushing a flatbed of food, three enormous keg sized cups of shake and the biggest basket of crispy fried chicken you've ever seen in your life, each piece looking bigger than a whole chicken from your reality. You shudder to think about how big the bird this came from must've been. The server puts Jake and Steve's food on the table before turning to you and setting your shake on the shelf of your blob like belly and angling the snake like straw in front of your face for easy access. Jake chuckles a bit at the display as the server waddles away. The cup in front of you is absolutely enormous, almost two feet tall and over a foot and a half wide with a straw that looks more like a piece of industrial tubing than a drinking apparatus.

"Well, don't be intimidated, try it!" Jake says as he takes a heavy swig of his shake and Steve seems to be lost in eating his chicken.

Without hesitation, you put the straw in your mouth and start sucking. It takes a second before the thick white liquid fills your mouth and makes you tongue explode with flavor. It's sweet, rich, buttery, and just a bit salty. The flavor is absolutely addictive, once you start you just can't stop yourself from gulping down mouthful after mouthful of the intoxicating shake. As you chug you can't hold back as your cock blows a fat load onto the sticky floor. Before you know it, all 20 gallons of the highly fattening shake has disappeared into your cavernous belly. You release your grip from the straw with a mighty belch and a long moan "Oh fuck that's good. What's in that?"

Jake lowers his shake and belches as well "Heh, company secret, but I make the secret ingredient myself." He grins and tugs on his pants coyly as he gently sways his massive balls.