u/CheerChubPiggy

It's me again. The former queen bee turned 300-pound fast food cumdump. If you're new: I used to mock bigger people relentlessly in high school, now I'm fatter than most of them and getting used like a public toilet at my restaurant. And last night might've been the most humiliating thing I've ever done.

A guy came through the drive-thru, probably late 30s, huge belly, sweating through his shirt. He ordered a large combo and when I leaned out the window to hand it to him, my too-tight uniform stretched and my cleavage practically spilled onto the ledge.

He stared. I noticed. So I leaned further, let my belly press against the counter, gave him my best hungry little smile and said, "Anything else I can get for you tonight?" He laughed nervously and shook his head but didn't drive away. Sat there eating his fries in the parking lot. I kept glancing at him through the window, licking my lips, playing with my collar. I could feel him watching me through the glass.

My shift ended at ten. He was still parked there. I clocked out and instead of going to my car, I walked over to his window, leaned down, let my chins wobble, and said, "You've been staring at me all night. You gonna do something about it or just keep eating?" He got out so fast the truck rocked.

Next thing I knew we were in the restaurant bathroom, the handicap stall, my face pressed against the metal door while he took me from behind. My belly clapped against the stall wall, my moans echoing off the tiles. Then he pulled out, spun me around, pushed me to my knees, and finished in my mouth while I looked up at him with tears streaming down my cheeks.

He didn't say a word. Just zipped up, washed his hands, and left. I stayed there on the bathroom floor, mascara ruined, drool on my chin, uniform soaked with sweat, and I came untouched the second the door clicked shut. I never even got his name. Just the taste of salt and grease and my own desperation.

So yeah. If someone like me ever made your life hell, if you've been holding onto that anger for years, come find me.

I'm the soft, chunky, desperate former bitch who can't stop teasing strangers through the drive-thru window. I'll take every cruel word, every rough hand, every ounce of hatred you've been carrying.

I'm right here. Oink. Don't be shy. I earned all of it. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. And I definitely can't run away from it. Roast your former bully through me. Oink oink oink .

It's me again. The former queen bee turned 300-pound fast food cumdump. If you're new: I used to mock bigger people relentlessly in high school, now I'm fatter than most of them and getting used like a public toilet at my restaurant. And last night might've been the most humiliating thing I've ever done.

A guy came through the drive-thru, probably late 30s, huge belly, sweating through his shirt. He ordered a large combo and when I leaned out the window to hand it to him, my too-tight uniform stretched and my cleavage practically spilled onto the ledge. He stared. I noticed. So I leaned further, let my belly press against the counter, gave him my best hungry little smile and said, "Anything else I can get for you tonight?" He laughed nervously and shook his head but didn't drive away. Sat there eating his fries in the parking lot. I kept glancing at him through the window, licking my lips, playing with my collar. I could feel him watching me through the glass. My shift ended at ten. He was still parked there. I clocked out and instead of going to my car, I walked over to his window, leaned down, let my chins wobble, and said, "You've been staring at me all night. You gonna do something about it or just keep eating?" He got out so fast the truck rocked. Next thing I knew we were in the restaurant bathroom, the handicap stall, my face pressed against the metal door while he took me from behind. My belly clapped against the stall wall, my moans echoing off the tiles. Then he pulled out, spun me around, pushed me to my knees, and finished in my mouth while I looked up at him with tears streaming down my cheeks. He didn't say a word. Just zipped up, washed his hands, and left. I stayed there on the bathroom floor, mascara ruined, drool on my chin, uniform soaked with sweat, and I came untouched the second the door clicked shut. I never even got his name. Just the taste of salt and grease and my own desperation.

So yeah. If someone like me ever made your life hell, if you've been holding onto that anger for years, come find me. I'm the soft, chunky, desperate former bitch who can't stop teasing strangers through the drive-thru window. I'll take every cruel word, every rough hand, every ounce of hatred you've been carrying. I'm right here. Oink. Don't be shy. I earned all of it. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. And I definitely can't run away from it. Roast your former bully through me. Oink oink oink .

It's me again. The former queen bee turned 300-pound fast food cumdump. If you're new: I used to mock bigger people relentlessly in high school, now I'm fatter than most of them and getting used like a public toilet at my restaurant. And last night might've been the most humiliating thing I've ever done.

A guy came through the drive-thru, probably late 30s, huge belly, sweating through his shirt. He ordered a large combo and when I leaned out the window to hand it to him, my too-tight uniform stretched and my cleavage practically spilled onto the ledge. He stared. I noticed. So I leaned further, let my belly press against the counter, gave him my best hungry little smile and said, "Anything else I can get for you tonight?" He laughed nervously and shook his head but didn't drive away. Sat there eating his fries in the parking lot. I kept glancing at him through the window, licking my lips, playing with my collar. I could feel him watching me through the glass. My shift ended at ten. He was still parked there. I clocked out and instead of going to my car, I walked over to his window, leaned down, let my chins wobble, and said, "You've been staring at me all night. You gonna do something about it or just keep eating?" He got out so fast the truck rocked. Next thing I knew we were in the restaurant bathroom, the handicap stall, my face pressed against the metal door while he took me from behind. My belly clapped against the stall wall, my moans echoing off the tiles. Then he pulled out, spun me around, pushed me to my knees, and finished in my mouth while I looked up at him with tears streaming down my cheeks. He didn't say a word. Just zipped up, washed his hands, and left. I stayed there on the bathroom floor, mascara ruined, drool on my chin, uniform soaked with sweat, and I came untouched the second the door clicked shut. I never even got his name. Just the taste of salt and grease and my own desperation.

So yeah. If someone like me ever made your life hell, if you've been holding onto that anger for years, come find me. I'm the soft, chunky, desperate former bitch who can't stop teasing strangers through the drive-thru window. I'll take every cruel word, every rough hand, every ounce of hatred you've been carrying. I'm right here. Oink. Don't be shy. I earned all of it. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. And I definitely can't run away from it. Roast your former bully through me. Oink oink oink .

It's me again. Former queen bee, now a 300 pound fast food cumdump. Quick reminder: I used to make fun of bigger people, call them names like piggy , fatty, wide load , lardballs etc now I'm bigger than most and desperate for them to use me like the pathetic pig I've become.

Tonight a semi-truck pulled into the back corner of the parking lot about an hour before close. The driver walked in and I nearly dropped the fry basket. Massive guy. Beard. Sweat- stained shirt stretched over a gut that hung past his belt. His thighs rubbed together with every step and the floor practically shook.He ordered a double burger, large chili cheese fries, and a chocolate shake. I made his order slow on purpose, bending over extra deep to grab the shake cup, letting my belly press against the counter while I handed him the tray. He didn't say anything. Just looked at me like he was deciding something. Before he walked out I slid a napkin across the counter that said "back door. after close." He read it, crumpled it in his giant fist, and walked out without a word.

An hour later I clocked out and stepped into the dark parking lot. His truck was still there, engine rumbling, orange lights glowing. I walked toward it on shaky legs, my thighs already chafing, my uniform damp with sweat and worse. The passenger door swung open before I even reached it. I climbed up into that cab, and the smell hit me first. Sweat, diesel, old coffee, and pure man. He didn't waste time. Grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me across the bench seat. My belly pooled on the vinyl, my ass in the air, my face pressed against his thigh while he unbuckled with one hand and popped a cassette into the deck with the other. Some old country song started playing while I took him in my mouth, gagging wet and sloppy while my double chin wobbled against his massive thigh. He grabbed my hair and held me down, my nose buried in the thick hair below his belly, tears streaming, mascara running, my uniform buttons popping one by one from the strain of my own body shaking.

Then he bent me over the steering wheel. My belly honked the horn once and he just laughed and told me to do it again. So I did. Arching my back, grinding down, letting my soft middle press into that wheel while he railed me from behind so hard the whole cab rocked on its suspension. Anyone walking by would've seen the truck bouncing. That thought alone made me come so hard I screamed into the windshield, leaving a foggy handprint smear on the glass. He finished inside me, grunting like an animal, then pulled out and let it drip down my inner thighs while I collapsed over the wheel, gasping. He tossed me a greasy napkin from the dash and said, "Clean yourself up, pig." I wiped what I could, but I let the rest soak into my uniform on purpose. Waddled back inside the restaurant through the back door, reeking of diesel and sex, and sat in the break room for ten minutes just trembling.

So yeah. If you're a trucker, a regular, or anyone humiliated teased because of their weight , come find me. I'm the chunky one behind the counter with hungry eyes and a stained uniform. I'm available in the parking lot, the bathroom, the freezer, wherever you want. Use me like furniture. Ride me until I can't walk. I deserve every crushing, breathless second. Oink. I'm right here. Please. Go ahead. You earned this moment. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. Roast your former bully through me. Oink. Don't be shy. I've been waiting for you.

It's me again. Former queen bee, now a 300 pound fast food cumdump. Quick reminder: I used to make fun of bigger people, call them names like piggy , fatty, wide load , lardballs etc now I'm bigger than most and desperate for them to use me like the pathetic pig I've become.

Tonight a semi-truck pulled into the back corner of the parking lot about an hour before close. The driver walked in and I nearly dropped the fry basket. Massive guy. Beard. Sweat- stained shirt stretched over a gut that hung past his belt. His thighs rubbed together with every step and the floor practically shook.He ordered a double burger, large chili cheese fries, and a chocolate shake. I made his order slow on purpose, bending over extra deep to grab the shake cup, letting my belly press against the counter while I handed him the tray. He didn't say anything. Just looked at me like he was deciding something. Before he walked out I slid a napkin across the counter that said "back door. after close." He read it, crumpled it in his giant fist, and walked out without a word.

An hour later I clocked out and stepped into the dark parking lot. His truck was still there, engine rumbling, orange lights glowing. I walked toward it on shaky legs, my thighs already chafing, my uniform damp with sweat and worse. The passenger door swung open before I even reached it. I climbed up into that cab, and the smell hit me first. Sweat, diesel, old coffee, and pure man. He didn't waste time. Grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me across the bench seat. My belly pooled on the vinyl, my ass in the air, my face pressed against his thigh while he unbuckled with one hand and popped a cassette into the deck with the other. Some old country song started playing while I took him in my mouth, gagging wet and sloppy while my double chin wobbled against his massive thigh. He grabbed my hair and held me down, my nose buried in the thick hair below his belly, tears streaming, mascara running, my uniform buttons popping one by one from the strain of my own body shaking.

Then he bent me over the steering wheel. My belly honked the horn once and he just laughed and told me to do it again. So I did. Arching my back, grinding down, letting my soft middle press into that wheel while he railed me from behind so hard the whole cab rocked on its suspension. Anyone walking by would've seen the truck bouncing. That thought alone made me come so hard I screamed into the windshield, leaving a foggy handprint smear on the glass. He finished inside me, grunting like an animal, then pulled out and let it drip down my inner thighs while I collapsed over the wheel, gasping. He tossed me a greasy napkin from the dash and said, "Clean yourself up, pig." I wiped what I could, but I let the rest soak into my uniform on purpose. Waddled back inside the restaurant through the back door, reeking of diesel and sex, and sat in the break room for ten minutes just trembling.

So yeah. If you're a trucker, a regular, or anyone humiliated teased because of their weight , come find me. I'm the chunky one behind the counter with hungry eyes and a stained uniform. I'm available in the parking lot, the bathroom, the freezer, wherever you want. Use me like furniture. Ride me until I can't walk. I deserve every crushing, breathless second. Oink. I'm right here. Please. Go ahead. You earned this moment. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. Roast your former bully through me. Oink. Don't be shy. I've been waiting for you.

It's me again. Former queen bee, now a 300-pound fast food cumdump. Quick reminder: I used to make fun of bigger people, call them names like piggy , fatty, wide load , lardballs etc now I'm bigger than most and desperate for them to use me like the pathetic pig I've become.

Tonight a semi-truck pulled into the back corner of the parking lot about an hour before close. The driver walked in and I nearly dropped the fry basket. Massive guy. Beard. Sweat- stained shirt stretched over a gut that hung past his belt. His thighs rubbed together with every step and the floor practically shook.He ordered a double burger, large chili cheese fries, and a chocolate shake. I made his order slow on purpose, bending over extra deep to grab the shake cup, letting my belly press against the counter while I handed him the tray. He didn't say anything. Just looked at me like he was deciding something. Before he walked out I slid a napkin across the counter that said "back door. after close." He read it, crumpled it in his giant fist, and walked out without a word.

An hour later I clocked out and stepped into the dark parking lot. His truck was still there, engine rumbling, orange lights glowing. I walked toward it on shaky legs, my thighs already chafing, my uniform damp with sweat and worse. The passenger door swung open before I even reached it. I climbed up into that cab, and the smell hit me first. Sweat, diesel, old coffee, and pure man. He didn't waste time. Grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me across the bench seat. My belly pooled on the vinyl, my ass in the air, my face pressed against his thigh while he unbuckled with one hand and popped a cassette into the deck with the other. Some old country song started playing while I took him in my mouth, gagging wet and sloppy while my double chin wobbled against his massive thigh. He grabbed my hair and held me down, my nose buried in the thick hair below his belly, tears streaming, mascara running, my uniform buttons popping one by one from the strain of my own body shaking.

Then he bent me over the steering wheel. My belly honked the horn once and he just laughed and told me to do it again. So I did. Arching my back, grinding down, letting my soft middle press into that wheel while he railed me from behind so hard the whole cab rocked on its suspension. Anyone walking by would've seen the truck bouncing. That thought alone made me come so hard I screamed into the windshield, leaving a foggy handprint smear on the glass. He finished inside me, grunting like an animal, then pulled out and let it drip down my inner thighs while I collapsed over the wheel, gasping. He tossed me a greasy napkin from the dash and said, "Clean yourself up, pig." I wiped what I could, but I let the rest soak into my uniform on purpose. Waddled back inside the restaurant through the back door, reeking of diesel and sex, and sat in the break room for ten minutes just trembling.

So yeah. If you're a trucker, a regular, or anyone humiliated teased because of their weight , come find me. I'm the chunky one behind the counter with hungry eyes and a stained uniform. I'm available in the parking lot, the bathroom, the freezer, wherever you want. Use me like furniture. Ride me until I can't walk. I deserve every crushing, breathless second. Oink. I'm right here. Please. Go ahead. You earned this moment. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. Roast your former bully through me. Oink. Don't be shy. I've been waiting for you.

It's me again. The ex-queen bee turned 300-pound fast food cumdump. If you don't know my story: I used to be the pretty popular bitch who made bigger people lives hell. I mooed at them in the cafeteria. I called them names like fatty , wide load etc. I made them feel worthless for taking up space. Then the universe did its thing and now I'm fatter than almost all of them, working the late shift in a too tight uniform, serving greasy food I used to mock people for eating. And the beautiful irony? I've become the restaurant's free use fatty. On my knees. Bent over. Spread open. Every shift. And I want more. I.. I just can’t help myself.

Last night one of my regulars stayed after close. Biggest guy I've ever seen. Had to turn sideways to fit through the stockroom door. Belly like a boulder, thighs like tree trunks. The old me would've made a cruel joke under her breath. The new me? I was already unbuttoning my uniform before he even asked. He didn't want me on my knees this time. He wanted me on my back. I cleared a spot between boxes of straws and napkin refills and lay down on the cold concrete floor, my belly pooling to the sides, my thick thighs spread wide. Then he mounted me. All of him. His entire weight pressing my soft body into the concrete, his massive belly smothering mine, crushing the air out of my lungs. I could barely breathe. Could barely move. Just pinned there like a stuffed animal under a boulder while he used my body however he wanted. Every thrust slammed my back against the floor, my whole body rippling, my belly clapping against his with wet slapping sounds. He grabbed my thick hips and rode me like he was breaking in a mattress. I came three times just from the sheer weight of him. Just from being so completely helpless underneath someone I used to think was beneath me. When he finally rolled off I just lay there, flattened, gasping, covered in sweat, my uniform bunched around my neck, a perfect imprint of concrete grit on my back. He didn't say a word. Just zipped up, patted my jiggly belly twice like I was a good little pet, and walked out. I stayed on that floor for fifteen minutes, staring at the ceiling, my legs still spread, completely ruined.

So if you're big, I mean really big, and you've ever been made to feel like your body was wrong or gross or too much? Come find me. I'm the soft chunky mess behind the counter. Use me like furniture. Ride me until I can't walk. I deserve every crushing, breathless second. Oink. I'm right here. Please. Go ahead. You earned this moment. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. Roast your former bully through me. I can take it. Literally. I'm built to absorb.

You probably know the story by now. I used to be the mean skinny girl.The little bitch who laughed at bigger kids in school. Called them blimps, oinkers, told them maybe they should skip lunch forever. I was cruel for no reason except that I could be.

Then life flipped on me. Now I'm the fat one. More than 300 lbs filled with lard. Working the late shift at a local fast food restaurant with my uniform so tight you can see every roll and dip. And somewhere along the way I turned into the restaurant's dirty little secret. The girl who gets passed around the break room. The one who doesn't say no. The one who begs.

This weekend my manager stayed late with me. He's massive. Like needs two chairs when he sits. Big belly. Big arms. Big everything. The old me would've laughed at him behind his back. The new me? I was already wet the second he locked the door and said he needed help in the back.

He caught me by the fry warmer eating leftovers right out of the tray. My fingers greasy. My chin shiny. My shirt buttons popping because nothing fits anymore. He just looked at me and shook his head like I was pathetic. Then he said I could keep eating leftovers every night under one condition. I had to let him use me like the fat pig I turned into.

And I didn't even blink. I said yes. I said please.

He didn't take me to the back. He bent me over the front counter right by the drive thru window. My belly squished against the cold metal. My skirt flipped up. My thighs spread wide. He grabbed a handful of my back fat and shoved inside me so hard my whole body jolted and my belly slapped the counter.

He called me a lazy cow. A hog. Told me I used to be pretty but now I'm just a soft pile of meat good for eating and getting fucked. I moaned so loud I didn't care if the timer beeped.

When he pulled out I was shaking. My pussy clenching on nothing. He told me to get on the floor like the animal I am. I slid down onto the greasy tiles, my knees sticking, my ass up.

He came back from the walk-in with a whole sheet cake marked for trash and dropped it in front of me.

I buried my face in it without thinking. Frosting up my nose. Cake smeared on my cheeks. He mounted me from behind and slammed in so deep I squealed into the cake. My face pushed down. My tits squished against the floor.

He called me a breeding sow and said this is what I was made for. Every thrust pushed my face deeper into the cake. He used my fat hips like handles and grunted like an animal while I ate and moaned and came all over his cock.

When he finished I felt him flood me. Then he pulled out and let his mess drip down my thighs.

And that was just Saturday.

The whole weekend turned into a blur of sticky floors and sore knees and cum on my uniform. I don't know how many guys squeezed my fat body and I even don't remember how many heads I gave during the weekend. It was just so fun and I couldn't help myself.

So if you're big and you still hate the pretty girls who made you feel humiliated? I'm the one with the stretched buttons and the hungry eyes. Ask for extra sauce. I'll give you whatever you want.

I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it.

Roast your former bully through me. I can take it. Literally. I'm built to absorb.

Oink oink.

I'm right here your fattest piggy waitress oink.

It's me again. The ex-queen bee turned 300-pound fast food cumdump. If you don't know my story: I used to be the pretty popular bitch who made bigger people's lives hell. I mooed at them in the cafeteria. I called them names like fatty, wide load, etc. I made them feel worthless for taking up space.

Then the universe did its thing and now I'm fatter than almost all of them, working the late shift in a too tight uniform, serving greasy food I used to mock people for eating.

And the beautiful irony? I've become the restaurant's free use fatty. On my knees. Bent over. Spread open. Every shift.

And I want more. I... I just can't help myself.

Last night one of my regulars stayed after close. Biggest guy I've ever seen. Had to turn sideways to fit through the stockroom door. Belly like a boulder, thighs like tree trunks. The old me would've made a cruel joke under her breath. The new me? I was already unbuttoning my uniform before he even asked.

He didn't want me on my knees this time. He wanted me on my back.

I cleared a spot between boxes of straws and napkin refills and lay down on the cold concrete floor, my belly pooling to the sides, my thick thighs spread wide.

Then he mounted me. All of him. His entire weight pressing my soft body into the concrete, his massive belly smothering mine, crushing the air out of my lungs. I could barely breathe. Could barely move. Just pinned there like a stuffed animal under a boulder while he used my body however he wanted.

Every thrust slammed my back against the floor, my whole body rippling, my belly clapping against his with wet slapping sounds. He grabbed my thick hips and rode me like he was breaking in a mattress.

I came three times just from the sheer weight of him. Just from being so completely helpless underneath someone I used to think was beneath me.

When he finally rolled off I just lay there, flattened, gasping, covered in sweat, my uniform bunched around my neck, a perfect imprint of concrete grit on my back. He didn't say a word. Just zipped up, patted my jiggly belly twice like I was a good little pet, and walked out.

I stayed on that floor for fifteen minutes, staring at the ceiling, my legs still spread, completely ruined.

So if you're big, I mean really big, and you've ever been made to feel like your body was wrong or gross or too much? Come find me. I'm the soft chunky mess behind the counter. Use me like furniture. Ride me until I can't walk.

I deserve every crushing, breathless second.

Oink.

I'm right here. Please. Go ahead. You earned this moment. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it.

Roast your former bully through me. I can take it. Literally. I'm built to absorb.

Back in high school I was the popular girl, the queen bee and I was such a bitch about it. I'd humiliate the bigger girls because I thought it was funny and they deserved it for being chubby. Then the pandemic hit and I gained over a hundred pounds and now I'm officially the fat one, lol. I work at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that's way too tight, and I'm serving the same greasy food I used to judge people for eating. It's so ironic . And strangely I just embrace it , I love it now. Guys flirt with me way more than when I was skinny. I lean over the counter with my cleavage all out, teasing customers, getting better tips, watching them stare at my chunky self. I've almost slept with everyone in the restaurant. When they grab my jiggly belly or watch it wobble I lose my mind. I love being humiliated and teased.

And tonight? Tonight sealed it. After closing, two big obese of them stayed behind. The first one bent me over the mop sink and I came so hard I saw stars. Then the second one bent me over a stack of empty fry oil containers, my belly hanging low and wobbling, and railed me until my knees buckled and I was gripping a discarded cardboard box just to stay upright. I came twice.While they laughed and smacked my jiggly thighs. And I couldn’t help myself but want more , I want every single person I ever mocked for their weight to come find me at my shift. Corner me by the drink machine. Pin my chunky body against the counter. Take your revenge on your former bully. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. I'm on my knees behind this restaurant every single night. Oink. Don't be shy or hesitate. I've been waiting for you.

It's me again. The ex-queen bee turned 300-pound fast food cumdump. If you don't know my story: I used to be the pretty popular bitch who made bigger people's lives hell. I mooed at them in the cafeteria. I called them names like fatty, wide load, etc. I made them feel worthless for taking up space.

Then the universe did its thing and now I'm fatter than almost all of them, working the late shift in a too tight uniform, serving greasy food I used to mock people for eating.

And the beautiful irony? I've become the restaurant's free use fatty. On my knees. Bent over. Spread open. Every shift.

And I want more. I... I just can't help myself.

Last night one of my regulars stayed after close. Biggest guy I've ever seen. Had to turn sideways to fit through the stockroom door. Belly like a boulder, thighs like tree trunks. The old me would've made a cruel joke under her breath. The new me? I was already unbuttoning my uniform before he even asked.

He didn't want me on my knees this time. He wanted me on my back.

I cleared a spot between boxes of straws and napkin refills and lay down on the cold concrete floor, my belly pooling to the sides, my thick thighs spread wide.

Then he mounted me. All of him. His entire weight pressing my soft body into the concrete, his massive belly smothering mine, crushing the air out of my lungs. I could barely breathe. Could barely move. Just pinned there like a stuffed animal under a boulder while he used my body however he wanted.

Every thrust slammed my back against the floor, my whole body rippling, my belly clapping against his with wet slapping sounds. He grabbed my thick hips and rode me like he was breaking in a mattress.

I came three times just from the sheer weight of him. Just from being so completely helpless underneath someone I used to think was beneath me.

When he finally rolled off I just lay there, flattened, gasping, covered in sweat, my uniform bunched around my neck, a perfect imprint of concrete grit on my back. He didn't say a word. Just zipped up, patted my jiggly belly twice like I was a good little pet, and walked out.

I stayed on that floor for fifteen minutes, staring at the ceiling, my legs still spread, completely ruined.

So if you're big, I mean really big, and you've ever been made to feel like your body was wrong or gross or too much? Come find me. I'm the soft chunky mess behind the counter. Use me like furniture. Ride me until I can't walk.

I deserve every crushing, breathless second.

Oink.

I'm right here. Please. Go ahead. You earned this moment. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it.

Roast your former bully through me. I can take it. Literally. I'm built to absorb.

It's me again. The ex-queen bee turned 300-pound fast food cumdump. If you don't know my story: I used to be the pretty popular bitch who made bigger people lives hell. I mooed at them in the cafeteria. I called them names like fatty , wide load etc. I made them feel worthless for taking up space. Then the universe did its thing and now I'm fatter than almost all of them, working the late shift in a too tight uniform, serving greasy food I used to mock people for eating. And the beautiful irony? I've become the restaurant's free use fatty. On my knees. Bent over. Spread open. Every shift. And I want more. I.. I just can’t help myself.

Last night one of my regulars stayed after close. Biggest guy I've ever seen. Had to turn sideways to fit through the stockroom door. Belly like a boulder, thighs like tree trunks. The old me would've made a cruel joke under her breath. The new me? I was already unbuttoning my uniform before he even asked. He didn't want me on my knees this time. He wanted me on my back. I cleared a spot between boxes of straws and napkin refills and lay down on the cold concrete floor, my belly pooling to the sides, my thick thighs spread wide. Then he mounted me. All of him. His entire weight pressing my soft body into the concrete, his massive belly smothering mine, crushing the air out of my lungs. I could barely breathe. Could barely move. Just pinned there like a stuffed animal under a boulder while he used my body however he wanted. Every thrust slammed my back against the floor, my whole body rippling, my belly clapping against his with wet slapping sounds. He grabbed my thick hips and rode me like he was breaking in a mattress. I came three times just from the sheer weight of him. Just from being so completely helpless underneath someone I used to think was beneath me. When he finally rolled off I just lay there, flattened, gasping, covered in sweat, my uniform bunched around my neck, a perfect imprint of concrete grit on my back. He didn't say a word. Just zipped up, patted my jiggly belly twice like I was a good little pet, and walked out. I stayed on that floor for fifteen minutes, staring at the ceiling, my legs still spread, completely ruined.

So if you're big, I mean really big, and you've ever been made to feel like your body was wrong or gross or too much? Come find me. I'm the soft chunky mess behind the counter. Use me like furniture. Ride me until I can't walk. I deserve every crushing, breathless second. Oink. I'm right here. Please. Go ahead. You earned this moment. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. Roast your former bully through me. I can take it. Literally. I'm built to absorb.

Back in high school I was the popular girl, the queen bee, and I was such a bitch about it. I'd humiliate the bigger girls and guys because I thought it was funny and they deserved it for being chubby. Then the pandemic hit and I gained over a hundred pounds and now I'm officially the fat one, lol. I work at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that's way too tight, and I'm serving the same greasy food I used to judge people for eating. It's so ironic. And strangely I just embrace it, I love it now. Guys flirt with me way more than when I was skinny. I lean over the counter with my cleavage all out, teasing customers, getting better tips, watching them stare at my chunky self. But it's gone so much further now and I need to tell someone.

Last night two obese guys came in ten minutes before close. I mean big. Bigger than me even. Bellies stretching their shirts, thighs rubbing together when they walked. The old me would've gagged. The new me? I felt my panties get wet the second they walked through the door. I gave them free extra large fries just so they'd stay longer. After I locked up they were still in the parking lot, sitting in their truck, and I just... walked over. Didn't even say anything. Just climbed into the backseat between both of them. What happened next was filthy. I had one in my mouth and one under my skirt at the same time, my chunky body wedged between their massive frames, all of us sweating and grunting, the windows completely fogged up. They passed me back and forth like a toy. My belly clapped against theirs. I swallowed everything both of them gave me and licked my lips after. Then I waddled back inside, reeking of sex and fry oil, and clocked out with shaky legs and a stupid smile on my face. I don't know who I am anymore but I know I need more. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy and I want every big beautiful man who walks through those doors to know I'm available. I'm on my knees behind this restaurant every single night. Oink. Come get your payback ,I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. . Don't be shy or hesitate . I've been waiting for you.

Back in high school I was the popular girl, the queen bee, and I was such a bitch about it. I'd humiliate the bigger girls/guys because I thought it was funny and they deserved it for being chubby. Then the pandemic hit and I gained over a hundred pounds and now I'm officially the fat one lol. I work at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that's way too tight, and I'm serving the same greasy food I used to judge people for eating. It's so ironic. And strangely I just embrace it, I love it now. Guys flirt with me way more than when I was skinny. I lean over the counter with my cleavage all out, teasing customers, getting better tips, watching them stare at my chunky self. But it's gone so much further now and I need to tell someone.

I don't even pretend anymore. I wear my uniform two sizes too small on purpose, buttons straining, belly peeking out the bottom every time I reach for a cup. Customers stare and I let them. I bend over extra slow to wipe tables, arch my back when I'm mopping near the windows, make sure my ass is the last thing they see when they walk out. And some of them have figured it out. Regulars linger until closing. I've let two of them follow me to the back parking lot after my shift, pushed against their car doors with my thighs wobbling while they grunted into my neck. One guy comes every Tuesday now, orders a large combo, eats his meal while watching me wipe counters, then waits in his truck until I clock out. Last week he didn't even say hello. Just unzipped and pushed my head down in the passenger seat. I walked back inside after with sore knees and a wet uniform and finished my shift like nothing happened. I don't know what happened to the mean skinny bitch I used to be but she's gone now. Now I'm just soft and wet and always hungry for more. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. I'm on my knees behind this restaurant every single night. Oink. Don't be shy or hesitate. I've been waiting for youOink.

Back in high school I was the popular girl, the queen bee, and I was such a bitch about it. I'd humiliate the bigger girls/guys because I thought it was funny and they deserved it for being chubby. Then the pandemic hit and I gained over a hundred pounds and now I'm officially the fat one lol. I work at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that's way too tight, and I'm serving the same greasy food I used to judge people for eating. It's so ironic. And strangely I just embrace it, I love it now. Guys flirt with me way more than when I was skinny. I lean over the counter with my cleavage all out, teasing customers, getting better tips, watching them stare at my chunky self. But it's gone so much further now and I need to tell someone.

I don't even pretend anymore. I wear my uniform two sizes too small on purpose, buttons straining, belly peeking out the bottom every time I reach for a cup. Customers stare and I let them. I bend over extra slow to wipe tables, arch my back when I'm mopping near the windows, make sure my ass is the last thing they see when they walk out. And some of them have figured it out. Regulars linger until closing. I've let two of them follow me to the back parking lot after my shift, pushed against their car doors with my thighs wobbling while they grunted into my neck. One guy comes every Tuesday now, orders a large combo, eats his meal while watching me wipe counters, then waits in his truck until I clock out. Last week he didn't even say hello. Just unzipped and pushed my head down in the passenger seat. I walked back inside after with sore knees and a wet uniform and finished my shift like nothing happened. I don't know what happened to the mean skinny bitch I used to be but she's gone now. Now I'm just soft and wet and always hungry for more. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. I'm on my knees behind this restaurant every single night. Oink. Don't be shy or hesitate. I've been waiting for youOink.

Back in high school I was the popular girl, the queen bee, and I was such a bitch about it. I'd humiliate the bigger girls/guys because I thought it was funny and they deserved it for being chubby. Then the pandemic hit and I gained over a hundred pounds and now I'm officially the fat one lol. I work at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that's way too tight, and I'm serving the same greasy food I used to judge people for eating. It's so ironic. And strangely I just embrace it, I love it now. Guys flirt with me way more than when I was skinny. I lean over the counter with my cleavage all out, teasing customers, getting better tips, watching them stare at my chunky self. But it's gone so much further now and I need to tell someone.

I don't even pretend anymore. I wear my uniform two sizes too small on purpose, buttons straining, belly peeking out the bottom every time I reach for a cup. Customers stare and I let them. I bend over extra slow to wipe tables, arch my back when I'm mopping near the windows, make sure my ass is the last thing they see when they walk out. And some of them have figured it out. Regulars linger until closing. I've let two of them follow me to the back parking lot after my shift, pushed against their car doors with my thighs wobbling while they grunted into my neck. One guy comes every Tuesday now, orders a large combo, eats his meal while watching me wipe counters, then waits in his truck until I clock out. Last week he didn't even say hello. Just unzipped and pushed my head down in the passenger seat. I walked back inside after with sore knees and a wet uniform and finished my shift like nothing happened. I don't know what happened to the mean skinny bitch I used to be but she's gone now. Now I'm just soft and wet and always hungry for more. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. I'm on my knees behind this restaurant every single night. Oink. Don't be shy or hesitate. I've been waiting for youOink.

Back in high school I was the popular girl, the queen bee and I was such a bitch about it. I'd humiliate the bigger girls because I thought it was funny and they deserved it for being chubby. Then the pandemic hit and I gained over a hundred pounds and now I'm officially the fat one, lol. I work at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that's way too tight, and I'm serving the same greasy food I used to judge people for eating. It's so ironic . And strangely I just embrace it , I love it now. Guys flirt with me way more than when I was skinny. I lean over the counter with my cleavage all out, teasing customers, getting better tips, watching them stare at my chunky self. I've almost slept with everyone in the restaurant. When they grab my jiggly belly or watch it wobble I lose my mind. I love being humiliated and teased.

And tonight? Tonight sealed it. After closing, two big obese of them stayed behind. The first one bent me over the mop sink and I came so hard I saw stars. Then the second one bent me over a stack of empty fry oil containers, my belly hanging low and wobbling, and railed me until my knees buckled and I was gripping a discarded cardboard box just to stay upright. I came twice.While they laughed and smacked my jiggly thighs. And I couldn’t help myself but want more , I want every single person I ever mocked for their weight to come find me at my shift. Corner me by the drink machine. Pin my chunky body against the counter. Take your revenge on your former bully. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. I'm on my knees behind this restaurant every single night. Oink. Don't be shy or hesitate. I've been waiting for you.

Back in high school I was the popular girl, the queen bee and I was such a bitch about it. I'd humiliate the bigger girls because I thought it was funny and they deserved it for being chubby. Then the pandemic hit and I gained over a hundred pounds and now I'm officially the fat one, lol. I work at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that's way too tight, and I'm serving the same greasy food I used to judge people for eating. It's so ironic . And strangely I just embrace it , I love it now. Guys flirt with me way more than when I was skinny. I lean over the counter with my cleavage all out, teasing customers, getting better tips, watching them stare at my chunky self. I've almost slept with everyone in the restaurant. When they grab my jiggly belly or watch it wobble I lose my mind. I love being humiliated and teased.

And tonight? Tonight sealed it. After closing, two big obese of them stayed behind. The first one bent me over the mop sink and I came so hard I saw stars. Then the second one bent me over a stack of empty fry oil containers, my belly hanging low and wobbling, and railed me until my knees buckled and I was gripping a discarded cardboard box just to stay upright. I came twice.While they laughed and smacked my jiggly thighs. And I couldn’t help myself but want more , I want every single person I ever mocked for their weight to come find me at my shift. Corner me by the drink machine. Pin my chunky body against the counter. Take your revenge on your former bully. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. I'm on my knees behind this restaurant every single night. Oink. Don't be shy or hesitate. I've been waiting for you.

Back in high school I was the popular girl, the queen bee and I was such a bitch about it. I'd humiliate the bigger girls because I thought it was funny and they deserved it for being chubby. Then the pandemic hit and I gained over a hundred pounds and now I'm officially the fat one, lol. I work at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that's way too tight, and I'm serving the same greasy food I used to judge people for eating. It's so ironic . And strangely I just embrace it , I love it now. Guys flirt with me way more than when I was skinny. I lean over the counter with my cleavage all out, teasing customers, getting better tips, watching them stare at my chunky self. I've almost slept with everyone in the restaurant. When they grab my jiggly belly or watch it wobble I lose my mind. I love being humiliated and teased.

And tonight? Tonight sealed it. After closing, two big obese of them stayed behind. The first one bent me over the mop sink and I came so hard I saw stars. Then the second one bent me over a stack of empty fry oil containers, my belly hanging low and wobbling, and railed me until my knees buckled and I was gripping a discarded cardboard box just to stay upright. I came twice.While they laughed and smacked my jiggly thighs. And I couldn’t help myself but want more , I want every single person I ever mocked for their weight to come find me at my shift. Corner me by the drink machine. Pin my chunky body against the counter. Take your revenge on your former bully. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. I'm on my knees behind this restaurant every single night. Oink. Don't be shy or hesitate. I've been waiting for you.

Back in high school I was the popular girl, the queen bee and I was such a bitch about it. I'd humiliate the bigger girls because I thought it was funny and they deserved it for being chubby. Then the pandemic hit and I gained over a hundred pounds and now I'm officially the fat one, lol. I work at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that's way too tight, and I'm serving the same greasy food I used to judge people for eating. It's so ironic . And strangely I just embrace it , I love it now. Guys flirt with me way more than when I was skinny. I lean over the counter with my cleavage all out, teasing customers, getting better tips, watching them stare at my chunky self. I've almost slept with everyone in the restaurant. When they grab my jiggly belly or watch it wobble I lose my mind. I love being humiliated and teased.

And tonight? Tonight sealed it. After closing, two big obese of them stayed behind. The first one bent me over the mop sink and I came so hard I saw stars. Then the second one bent me over a stack of empty fry oil containers, my belly hanging low and wobbling, and railed me until my knees buckled and I was gripping a discarded cardboard box just to stay upright. I came twice.While they laughed and smacked my jiggly thighs. And I couldn’t help myself but want more , I want every single person I ever mocked for their weight to come find me at my shift. Corner me by the drink machine. Pin my chunky body against the counter. Take your revenge on your former bully. I'm softer than a stuffed animal and twice as lumpy. Come get your payback. I'm right here. And I definitely can't run away from it. I'm on my knees behind this restaurant every single night. Oink. Don't be shy or hesitate. I've been waiting for you.