Full Tums - BBW, BHM
Not many folks know about Full Tums. It's just off the interstate, but it's an exit you'd never take, leading to a backwater town insulated from the busy goings on of the world. No, the only reason you'd ever go to Full Tums is if you lived nearby. If you did go, though, you would get to meet its lovely owner, Eileen.
She opened Full Tums every day at sunrise. She lived a block away, and so, she walked every morning to work. Granted, at her size, one block felt like three miles.
Normally a cool gray, the diner became warm and orange in the early morning sun. Its circular logo hung above the main entrance, with a chrome bar that reflected the blazing sunrise. Despite its suburban location, a fresh breeze carried the rich scent of woods nearby.
Eileen waddled to the door in a loose, denim sundress. She stepped carefully to avoid dragging her cankles on the parking lot's gritty asphalt. Deliberately, she lifted one foot, then pushed it forward. Her calf, thicker than a dinner plate and softer than mashed potatoes, avoided the ground. As she walked, one thigh grinded past the other.
Her thigh's dense pudge rubbed her other leg's fat and shouldered her belly ahead of her. Her quad pumped into her broad, blubbery gut, mashing fat against fat to lug herself onward. With each step, her leg's meaty fat compressed against her stomach's wall of flesh, like a baker continually pressing their hands into raw dough.
Below, her curling knee squished her calf up into her thigh. She placed her foot down, and the ginger footfall jostled her pudding rump. Eileen's backside was thick as a double door and stuffed chock full of bouncy, doughy lard. So, she was thoroughly accustomed to the trembling wobbles that the slightest movement would trigger.
Her belly was not so lucky as her calf. Her stomach hung over her legs and cascaded to the ground, where it plopped in an enormous pool of adipose. The broad pannus sprawled even wider than her hips, as if her body was an appendage to her stomach rather than the other way around. Her denim dress spanned under her belly, and its tough material protected her stomach as she dragged it ahead.
But Eileen was grateful to have a stomach so broad and full. After all, only a midsection of such vast size could carry her breasts. Each tit billowed well beyond her arms' reach. Her plump flesh expanded forward from her chest, sharply widening further than her shoulders. They sprawled a few feet before ending in two hefty orbs. As she stepped, her shifting belly propped up under her breasts, then plopped them down. Fortunately, her stomach bore the brunt of their weight. Their rotund girth walloped down into her pillowy belly.
Waddling along, Eileen wagged her arms front and back. Her waist protruded thick rolls under her arms, and her biceps fluffed with huge sacks of pudge. Their combined mass angled her arms upward, so that they sliced parallel to the ground as she trudged. Eileen didn't care what angle they were at, so long as they could hold plates on her way to a hungry table. Under her right bicep, her purse hung from a shoulder strap, invisible because of her arm's mass.
Her smile, unflagging and infectious, pursed into her flabby cheeks. Neck fat swaddled over her collarbone.
At last, she reached the front door. Glass double doors viewed into a dark diner, just waiting for someone to lumber inside and flick on the lights. She claimed her keys from her purse, plunged them into the lock, and turned. Reaching forward with both arms, she tugged both doors open, and the diner's familiar bell jingled. She waddled her immense hips through the entrance. Once inside, her chubby finger tapped a switch on the wall, and the diner lit up.
Black and white tile floors spanned the dining room, with red vinyl booth seating and wooden tables. Ceiling lights bounced off the floor, and the place smelled mildly of cleaning solution, meaning the closing crew had done a good job.
She shuffled her way through the dining room. Her hips fit between aisles of booths, but only because the diner had been renovated to fit her over the years. She passed through double doors and into the kitchen. From a nearby hook, she grabbed an apron.
Her hands took the apron's straps. The extra long straps ran several feet each. While they were excessive on most employees, they fit Eileen just right. She reached around her back, fumbling around her puffy love handles to join her chubby hands together and tie the straps. They cinched comfortably in her middle waist crease. She nabbed a few pens and a notebook, then dropped them into a pouch on the apron. She had a good memory for people and faces, less so for food orders. Those people were why she still put in time as a server, despite owning the place. She savored the hustle and bustle, serving familiar faces and new ones alike, meeting and re-meeting people all day long.
Heavy stomps, clomp, clomp, clomp, rang from the dining room. A bang walloped the kitchen door open. On the other side stood a bottom-heavy macaw, hip thrusting forward through the doorway. He wore bleached jeans on his thick legs. They hung loose over his calves, but they clung to his tubby thighs like paint. His rotund hips spilled out of his pants, and he might've had trouble fitting through a single door. His ass flared out and spilled copious, jiggling flesh above his waistband. A fiery red tail fluffed out over his ass cleavage, as if pointing directly into it. His white shirt failed to reach his belly button and allowed his lower belly to slouch right out in a dome of pudge. Flamboyant ruffles flowed down the shirt. His flabby wings snatched an apron and tied it on, while his black beak flashed a hearty grin. "Gooood morning!"
Eileen didn't need a coffee to wake herself up when Garth was on first shift. "Morning, Garth. How are you today?"
In an instant, Garth's beak opened wide. "Well, it WAS going well! Until this!" He stomped ahead, sashaying his wide hips violently and pummeling Eileen with his ass. He reached up to a ceiling rack of pots and pans. His wingtip snatched a pan, then slotted it on a rack just to the right. "This place is a complete mess!"
It wasn't. Garth had spotted one pan on a rack he didn't like. But that was okay. The best cooks were often a bit extravagant, emotionally speaking, and Garth was no exception.
No worse for wear, Eileen shuffled out of the kitchen. She waddled behind the bar. She leaned towards the coffee machine to grab the carafe, and her waist folded over the countertop. After filling it with water and adding grounds to the filter, she started a pot of coffee. Early morning customers always appreciated when she had a hot cup of joe ready to go.
Speaking of, the front door bell jingled at that moment. Eileen turned her head to find Lou, the neighborhood mailman. The bear stomped in on thick legs, their bare fur showing under khaki shorts. A blue shirt barely buttoned over his belly as it ballooned forward. As he marched, his thick, muscular shoulders shifted front to back and swayed his huge keg belly from his waist. A bushy mustache almost covered his gruff frown.
He sat himself at the bar. His burly, hairy arms slammed the countertop.
Eileen might have mistaken it for aggression if she didn't already know that was just Lou's way of carrying himself. She gave him the same warm, gentle smile as she gave every customer. "Morning, Lou. What'll it be?"
Low and gruff, he ordered in the same tone every morning. "Eight eggs over easy. Two sides o' bacon. Cup o' coffee."
"Sure thing." She called back to the kitchen. "Eight easy girls, two crispy boys." She grabbed a mug from under the counter and filled it with coffee. "And one cup of coffee." She placed it in front of Lou.
"Thanks, hon." His hand dwarfed the mug as he picked it up and sipped. He grunted. That was as close as the mailman got to smiling.
The front door jingled again. This time, a curvaceous hippopotamus passed through the front door. Pink scrubs clung to her bobbing calves, while her enormous thighs rubbed each other with audible swishes. Her hips billowed with pudge, arcing far wider than her shoulders. By comparison, her belly was petite, since it only hung a few inches below her pelvis. The pudgy bowl of flesh was only barely visible, though. Her breasts overshadowed it, and they hung from her chest in two sloshing orbs. They jutted forward in heavy curves nearly as long as her chunky arms. Bags underlined the hippo's tired eyes.
She took leaden footsteps to the bar. With each step, her broad hips swayed side to side, bouncing her tubby saddlebags. When she reached the bar, she approached the stool next to Lou. She slapped her immense rump down on the stool with a loud, dull thud that quaked up and down her gelatinous cheeks. "Hey." As she got comfortable in the seat, her breasts slumped against the counter and sprawled over it.
Eileen leaned on the counter and faced her. "Morning, Mina. Just getting off your shift at the hospital?"
The hippo nodded sluggishly. "Uh huh. Long night. It's good work, but damn if it don't take it out of me. One of the docs screwed up again, and I had to save their ass. I'd have let them make the mistake, only the patient didn't need to suffer that. Poor thing."
"Well, bless your heart. What'll it be for you today, Miss Mina?"
"Ohh, I'll take a light dinner. Stack of six pancakes and a chocolate shake. And don't forget the butter and maple syrup."
Eileen shouted over her shoulder. "Six flippers!" After that, she reached into a freezer behind her and grabbed a carton of ice cream. After taking a carton of milk and a fresh glass, she heaped ice cream into the glass, accompanied by chocolate syrup.
While making the milkshake, her idle mind reminded her that life got a little harder each day. Her ever-heavier belly was harder to drag. Her ever-widening waist threatened to split her entire wardrobe. Anxious, she bit her lip. She breathed heavily, with sighs punctuating each breath.
Eileen had arranged to address those concerns, but she was still waiting on a shipment of items to help her. "Say, Lou. Sorry to bug you, I know you like your solitude. But I gotta ask, do you know if I got a package coming soon?" Her nerves were too jittery, so she stifled them by kneading her fat. She passed the milkshake to Mina with a shaking hand.
Lou answered. "Not today. I won't know if you have anything incoming until the morning it comes." Sometimes, it was easy to mistake his matter-of-fact attitude for rudeness.
Mina sipped a long drag from the milkshake before speaking. "You okay, Eileen? You seem tense all of a sudden."
Eileen giggled nervously. "It's just, erm, my clothes don't fit like they used to." She tugged at her side, pinching the cloth of her dress. Despite pulling on it, her dress still clung to her side with a restrictive tightness. "They must have shrunk in the wash. So, I bought new clothes, but I had to order them for delivery."
The hippo smiled. "That's exciting! Everyone loves picking out new clothes."
But Eileen continued. "And, heh, I got a few different things to help me get around."
Mina tilted her head. "Really? What kinds of things?"
"First off, I got a cane. Something I can rest against while I'm standing. But also, I ordered a little truck. Like a cart on wheels, but really low to the ground, so that I can place my stomach on it. It's so big, heh, that it, well, I can't get it off the ground so easily. And that's why I got the last thing, too. I also ordered a pulley harness to help me lift my tummy when I'm getting dressed." Her hands grasped at her waist, but they were powerless to heft the immense boulder of blubber hanging off of her front.
The hippo nodded along. "That's great! I've helped some bariatric patients with those tools. I bet you'll love them!"
Once again, the entrance jingled. A white-furred, big-bellied dog sashayed through the front door. His short shorts flaunted huge, sloshing hips, while his rotund gut jutted far past his yellow crop top.
His belly itself was a marvel to look at. Its translucent surface showed a midsection full of viscous, blue liquid. Inside, various multicolored shapes floated. Rose hearts, azure crescents, and amber stars slowly bobbed through the liquid like bubbles in a lava lamp. His whole gut glimmered, seemingly reflecting more light outward than actually shined on it.
He flicked his hand through his floofy, blue hair. "Stupid electric car! Nobody told me they could run out of battery. Somebody get me an espresso martini before I perish!" He walloped his big ass on a stool, rocking Lou and Mina.
This was Friedrich, Eileen's old agent.
Eileen smirked. She was happy to see an old acquaintance, but she knew the appropriate amount of skepticism to meet him. "I'm afraid we don't have espresso martinis. Or Cappuccinos. You'll have to make do with a regular cup of coffee."
Friedrich huffed. "Well, alright. I suppose I can tough my way through coffee. You do have creamers, right?"
She drummed her fingers on the counter. "C'mon Friedrich. You don't recognize me? Not even my voice?"
He stared at her intently. "Nnnno. It can't be. Eileen?"
Of course, it had been decades since the two had last seen each other. In the interim, Eileen had doubled her weight, and then some.
Eileen opened her arms, as if stepping out on stage. "The one and only."
Friedrich slapped the counter. "Oh my stars! You've changed so much that I didn't recognize you. You're more beautiful than ever."
She poured him a coffee. "Anyway, what can I get for you? Our berry pancakes are amazing."
He shook his head. "I've been looking for you."
Quickly, Eileen reoriented to Friedrich's train of thought. "You have?"
"No, not literally. But I've been searching for talent that could model a new line of clothing. Eileen, my dear, you'd be just perfect for it. You have to do it."
Eileen had fond memories of her days as a model. She enjoyed working with skilled photographers to create a work of art with her very body. But she hadn't modeled in decades. "I don't know."
Friedrich took her hand. "The people miss you, Queen. They wonder what happened to you." He looked around. "Frankly, I do too. What are you doing here?"
She chuckled warmly. "This is my diner. People come in, and I serve them a good meal. Sometimes, they even chew my ear for a spell. I know it must look dingy to you, but this old place brings me happiness."
His lips curled together, visibly holding something back. "Not dingy, just... rustic. Isn't there anything I can do to convince you? You'd be perfect." Friedrich was desperate.
That gave Eileen just the opportunity she wanted. She raised her brows with a sly grin. "Maybe I could participate."
Friedrich clapped. "Perfect!"
Eileen held up a finger. "But! Only if I can promote my diner. You can never have too many customers."
His jaw dropped. He squirmed in his seat. He stroked his chin. "I think I could work something out. Yes. Yes, for you, no price is too high."
"Good. Then I'll do it. Now, about your order...?"
Friedrich relaxed in his seat. "Oh. Those berry pancakes sound good. And I've got to work through lunch, so I'll need a stack of 12 to tide me over."
Eileen yelled over her shoulder. "Gonna need 12 flatfruits here!" Then, she turned back to Friedrich. "Now, how's a busy man like you end up in a podunk town like ours?"
He blushed. "Oh, me? I was just peckish and decided to stop in."
Eileen looked askance. "Uh-huh. You just happened to land in a diner in the middle of nowhere."
With a huff, Friedrich rolled his eyes. "Alright, you got me. I had to do some serious digging to find where you went off to!"
And that's how it goes at Full Tums. Folks go there because they need what Eileen offers. If you make the trip yourself, I guarantee, you won't be disappointed.