“Welcome to MacDonzZZZRT!”
The automatic greeter shorted out, as it was prone to do.
“Ugh, for fu… I mean welcome to MacDonagh’s, home of the Macyadda yadda…” Felicity trailed off, barely glancing up from her holofeed at the customer who stood awkwardly just inside the half-open automatic doors. Felicity was having a pretty shittily boring day as usual and was decidedly unhelpful out of spite, also as usual, especially when she noticed how petite and pretty the woman was.
Sally didn’t register the hostile tone, still trying to process all the new stimuli. She knew about MacDonaghs’ from holofeed ads, and the weird pink and mint green decor and general grubbiness was familiar enough for her to have a vague idea of what to do. She approached the self-service kiosk across from the fat cashier who had barely looked up at her, hesitating as the holographic display glitched out.
“Umm…”
Felicity popped her gum behind her and rolled her eyes.
“Yeah it’s on the fritz. Gimme your order.”
MacDonagh’s, like most fast food chains, had heavily invested in automation. Unfortunately, the 0b-City flagship location was old and half of the systems were broken, which actually gave the surly cashier something to do to collect her pittance salary. The two women regarded each other as Sally skimmed the menu.
Felicity had Sally pegged for some sort of weirdly pretty stimhead. She seemed slightly confused by everything around her and she was wearing, of all things, an “Artor and the Hackers” band shirt from the Robot Wars that billowed around her slim torso. Felicity was one of those retro sound geeks, but she had a hunch that if she asked the little spazz what her favorite song was she’d just stare at her blankly.
Sally knew that fat people were like, a thing, especially in communities lacking in public health services. But the cashier was alarmingly porked up and Sally struggled to keep her eyes from wandering all over her instead of the gaudy menu pictures. Felicity was over a foot taller than the petite heiress and much wider. She was crammed into an undersized pink uniform top with some grease stains and a wrinkled collar short enough to reveal a grabbable roll of pale flub spilling out around her waist. Her thighs and hips carried the bulk of her weight, a bottom-heavy physique straining a very large pair of black sweats. She had a double chin and her short spiky hair needed a wash and another dye job, the blue fading and muddied by her natural brown.
“Um,” Sally said, finally:“How about a quarter pounder?”
“How original. Combo meal for something-something creds extra?”
“Sure.”
“That’ll be 2499 Creds worth of your choice of acceptable crypto or corpscrip, swipe your band here and QUARTER POUNDER COMBO MEAL!”
Sally flinched as the fat-bottomed button pusher shouted over her shoulder, to absolutely no response.
“Of course. Hang on.”
She turned around ponderously while muttering a blue streak to make the grueling five foot walk to the autochef, and Sally saw exactly how big her bottom was, the woman’s panty line a country mile long. Generous armfuls of soft jiggling butt-flesh sloshed back and worth as she waddled, slapping softly together as she came to a halt to angrily jab at a touch screen with her fat fingers.
“Everything’s falling apart here,” Felicity complained, smacking the voice recognition unit with a plump palm.
The autochef was a pretty standard matterfab unit programmed specifically for the restaurant’s menu, though it was pretty old and starting to get a bit clumsy like everything else in the building. Felicity hoped the customer didn’t notice the bun was a little pinker than it should be, for a start. She also hoped she hadn’t noticed the handful of fries she stuffed into her mouth while maneuvering her massive butt back to the counter.
“Order uRP! Up! Enjoy, I guess.” Felicity turned back to the holofeed, Sally once again out of her thoughts.
Sally stared at the quarter pounder, the legendary staple of the fast food industry since before the Robot Wars. It was a little weird looking (was the bun really supposed to be that pink?), but the smell wafting off of the simulated meat patty was ridiculously appealing. Her mouth was suddenly full of saliva, and taking her tray to the nearest booth she sat down and prepared to tuck in…
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