As you ponder about where to go first, your belly rumbles loudly, as if telling you to hurry it up, your assistant, noticing this, pats your massive gut “it seems you are hungry already sir, allow me to get you a snack that can sate you until you decide where to go” as he says this, the obese man opens a compartment to his side, taking out a jumbo sized bucket of fried chicken and a 2 liter bottle of soda, the smell already making you salivate as he handed both items to you
“Sorry for the meager size of this snack sir” you assistant says, but you are no longer paying attention as you start tearing through the fried chicken, entire drumsticks disappearing in just a few bites as you clean the grease on your fingers whit your already quite dirty shirt, it tasted amazing, easily the best fried chicken you ever had, opening the bottle of soda, you take a few loud gulps before letting a huge burp out, licking your lips, you sigh in satisfaction, but you knew this would only sate you for a few minutes before your gut started rumbling again, so you made a decision
“I been craving donuts since I got out of bed, and this chicken is making me want something sweet, so let’s go to the donut place!” you say, droll already leaving your mouth “Double-Chin Donuts it is then, should probably take us a few minutes to get there” your assistant says as he types the new direction into the car, who starts driving both of you to the new destination
As the car drove you around, you got to see more of this new world, and you really liked what you saw, every single passerby you saw was obese to the highest degree, their clothes barely fitting as the waddled from place to place, even more, they were all eating as well, double fisting burger’s that seemed to be as big as their hands, looking at all that meat was making you hungrier by the second “sir, would you look at that?” you assistant pointed at a billboard and you were surprised by what you saw
It was a picture of you, stuffed in what appeared to be a 3 piece suit that seemed ready to burst open, the garment ripping at the seams as the picture of you shoved chili dogs into his mouth, next to the picture, in big bold letters it said “San Gordissimo’s pride and joy, the Mayor”
“I remember that photo-shot” your assistant said, “Stuffed Dogs wanted a few pictures of you eating their new triple loaded chili dogs, and they came so well that we decided to use them to promote the city, that suit did not even last 10 minutes before breaking apart” there seemed to be a hint of desire in your assistant’s voice when he said that, you noticed, but before you could think about the car abruptly stopped
“It seems we are here sir, would you like to enter the store proper? Or go to thought the drive thru?
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