"Peanut butter milkshake?" asked the fleshy-faced blonde as she toddled over to their table, "Forrrr...?"
"That's me!" Courtney raised her chunky hand proudly before taking it for herself, "Thanks a bunch Mack."
"Oh no, thank y'all!" the super-sized said with a squish of appreciation, "You always leave such good tips—it's the least I could do to try and get this to you quickly."
Now that Haley was looking for it, she could definitely see it now. Mackenzie Fogle, the girl from all of those church bake sales! She was... what, a grade or two behind her? It made sense that she was closer to Courtney than she was to Haley. Didn't she try to get them all to go to youth group with her a few times? Ugh, that had been so awkward. They might have hung out once or twice before Haley had graduated, but Mack had always been that shy, chubby girl that sort of lingered on the sidelines of Haley's social circle.
You know, before she was practically a circle in and of herself. Wow, she had put on a lot of weight!
"Maybe if more people tipped like you two, I'd be able to move out of my momma's house." Mackenzie shrugged her heavy shoulders, the middle of her lowermost belly roll folding onto the surface of the table between Haley and her husky blonde bestie, "It's hard out here for a waitress, y'all."
Haley resisted the urge to say something snarky about the fact that sometimes her orders of fries came out much smaller than they should have been. As if a certain heavy hick had been snacking on them. Judging by the size of that gut, Haley wouldn't have put anything past her. She'd noticed for a while now that the Fat Waitress's weight had been rising steadily, almost in time with Courtney's. But now that she could put a name underneath that doughy double chins of hers, Haley was suddenly far more incensed by the fact that this was that same plump, awkward blonde from high school.
"Are you... enrolled in college right now?" Haley asked, not quite sure why, as Courtney slurped on her milkshake, "You know, you could always move into a dorm?"
"Ugh, college just ain't for me." Mackenzie said with a scowl, "I tried to get into Spartanburg Methodist, but I dropped out. I figure why go to another four years of school if I don't have to, you know?"
"I hear that." Haley snorted half-heartedly
In all honestly, four more years of school sounded hard as hell. But no college degree in a place where the only jobs that were worthwhile were teaching, nursing, or working on the line at BMW or Yeng? Haley would have rather risked it with her English degree and hoped that Mackenzie liked waiting tables...
Not that she was particularly good at it.
Mack was a big, big girl, and that had sure as hell made her a pretty piss-poor waitress when they came in towards the end of her shift. Hauling around all that extra weight couldn't have been easy, but sometimes Mack could take five minutes just going from one end of Big Daddy's to the other! Haley didn't exactly have a reference for this, but... she had to have weighed more than her mama, right? By, like, at least maybe fifty pounds? Maybe even more than that... definitely more than that.
Mack had this big, barrel-built figure where her belly hung low into her lap even while she stood up. Her apple-shaped enormity made her look almost spherical without those hammy arms and chunky legs of hers. Haley had been able to hear her waitress's thighs rubbing together for months since she'd come back to Spartanburg, but it was only just now that she was realizing how thick the upper parts of her legs were in comparison to her shins. Poor Mack had the unfortunate luck of being built like a box, with an especially fat face and small tits—even though her mama had turned into a bottom-heavy cow while she'd been away, at least she was shapely. Poor Mack was all belly! It wouldn't surprise Haley if the poor thing was still a virgin, even this long after they'd all graduated...
"Mmm." Courtney's eyes fluttered in an exaggeration (or maybe not, given how much a foodie this girl was) of how good her milkshake was, "Mack, you make the best milkshakes. On God, if you quit, I'll stop coming."
"Well shoot, happy you like'em." Mack tittered, tugging at the hem of her biggest (but still inadequate) Big Daddy's t-shirt as it rode up the outer swell of her gut, "You just holler if you want another one, okay?"
"Oh jeez, don't tempt me." Courtney leaned back to put a hand on her burgeoning stomach, "I already feel like I'm gonna pop."
"Well... if Haley ordered one, and then let you sip on it a bit once she was done..." Mack's eyes flicked towards the skinny brunette on the other side of the booth, "I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Right?"
"Wha?" Haley blinked, "Oh, uh... y-yeah, sure Court. Knock yourself out."
"Hrm... alright." Courtney was practically licking her chops, "But if anyone asks, it's Haley's milkshake, okay?"
"I won't tell a soul." Mackenzie zipped her lips playfully as she threw away the key, "One more peanut butter milkshake, comin' right up."
Haley could only raise her eyebrows as the hillside of mill hill hick waddled away, wondering just when her hometown had gotten so strange...
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