You tell the elephant that you're going to pass on the idea. Disappointed, he shoos you away, and you keep walking. A few blocks later, you're in front of a restaurant, Big Ending, with a Help Wanted sign on the door. Walking in, it appears to specialize in desserts, and large ones at that - all around, there are furs sitting in front of huge pies, massive ice cream sundaes, giant cakes. Serving them are various furs, all of them looking stuffed in their black restaurant shirts.
Greeting you at the hostess's table is a young female fox, about 300 pounds and in a tight server uniform. You ask about the Help Wanted sign, and she calls her manager, a wolf who's easily 500 pounds.
It turns out that the restaurant's hook for the meals being so big is that they're specially meant for fattening people, fitting for Zaftig City, and whatever the patrons don't eat, the servers need to finish. Which explains why the workers seem like they're getting slightly bigger with taut stomachs. Thing is, the rate is good - $20 an hour, as many hours as you can last - and you can start immediately, he says.
Not having many other options, you agree, and he puts you in a uniform - an extra-large shift and baggy sweatpants, both black with the restaurant's logo on the front and back of the shirt and on the pant leg. To start, he only gives you one table, and you first serve a crocodile well over 400 pounds, his belly almost pressing into the table. He grins when he sees you and orders two large desserts, and while he eats slowly, by the time you hand him his check he's only finished half of each.
Turns out the weight gain aspect is a special feature of the restaurant, and your new boss guides you to a special seating section where you and your fellow servers clear the excess food in front of some of the patrons. Being hungry, you start eating the chocolate sundae, with about a football's worth of ice cream left, and you're feeling a bit full by the time you finish it. At which point you're handed the half-piece of vanilla cake, nearly a foot tall. It takes you over an hour to get the last bites down, and after a few minutes of rest, the wolf sends you back out on the floor, your belly a bit swollen.
Your next table is a group of three college girls, each one at least 300 pounds, all in their sorority gear. The hyena laughs when she sees you, and nudges the tiger and the jackal. They order a total of five desserts and leave almost three of them by the time they leave, only they walk down to the viewing area (adding a big tip and one of their numbers to their bill as they go). They leave after a while - and somehow, almost two hours later, you choke down the last of the peanut butter pie, your belly fully distended. As well, you can feel a big pudgier in your extremeties.
The boss, knowing you're broke, hands you your pay for the night as you slowly waddle home, looking to gain more than 10 pounds in a single night. The $120 in your hand is better than you expected, and while the wolf welcomes you back tomorrow, you're uneasy about an extended career with this business.
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