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"I've been real good on my diet this week," Ollie said to the server as he waited for his order, "so I figured I'd earned myself a cheat day, you know?"

The server smiled and nodded along, hardly listening to a word Ollie said. Every other week he was in here with some story or another about how his latest diet was working wonders....or really any excuse he could think of to justify coming in to Greasy's Food shack and cheating on said diet.

"Oh, uh, hey, Jason, was it?" Ollie said to the cashier, who smirked slightly, his back turned. As one of the establishment's more noteworthy regulars, Ollie was on first name basis with everyone here. "Make sure to supersize that would you? I'm starving from today's jog," he said cheerfully. Of course, everyone also knew Ollie well enough to know that 'jog' meant about ten meters of hastened waddling before he broke out into a sweat, gave up, and steered his almost impossibly wide rear end through the front doors of whatever the closest fast food joint was. Still, Jason said nothing - fatass though he was, Ollie was a generous tipper. Filling up three shake cups with thick, creamy thickshakes (that were basically just melted ice cream and syrup), Jason turned around to hand them to his corpulent customer.

He couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter in surprise, but quickly composed himself, though a grin kept trying to creep across his face as he tried to contain himself.

"Uh, hey, Ollie? You er, mind getting off the counter bud?"

Oliver just stared at Jason in confusion for a moment. Jason nodded downward, and Ollie's gaze followed, where he suddenly realised that in his enthusiasm for food, he had inched forward towards the glass countertop. In fact, he had gotten a little too close to the countertop, which his soft paunch now rested upon, spilling and overflowing out from underneath his ill-fitting and sweat-dampened exercise clothes.

Ollie's face turned bright red, and he grinned nervously as he jolted backward, sending the soft mass of his body bouncing and jiggling. Jason's reassuring smile narrowed slightly as he eyed the smear of sweat left behind on the countertop.

"Oh, uh, shit, I'm so sorry," Ollie said, laughing nervously. "Maybe I need to cut back on the cheat days after all..."

"Sure, man," Jason said, passing Ollie his food tray, laden with enough calories to feed a large family. "Don't worry about it. And hey, we all believe in you. Just take it one day at a time. And here, I threw on a couple of extra burgers we had sitting around. And next time you see me you can tell me all about all the weight you've lost."

Ollie smiled. "Hey thanks. You're a good friend."

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"I've been real good on my diet this week," Ollie said to the server as he waited for his order, "so I figured I'd earned myself a cheat day, you know?"

The server smiled and nodded along, hardly listening to a word Ollie said. Every other week he was in here with some story or another about how his latest diet was working wonders....or really any excuse he could think of to justify coming in to Greasy's Food shack and cheating on said diet.

"Oh, uh, hey, Jason, was it?" Ollie said to the cashier, who smirked slightly, his back turned. As one of the establishment's more noteworthy regulars, Ollie was on first name basis with everyone here. "Make sure to supersize that would you? I'm starving from today's jog," he said cheerfully. Of course, everyone also knew Ollie well enough to know that 'jog' meant about ten meters of hastened waddling before he broke out into a sweat, gave up, and steered his almost impossibly wide rear end through the front doors of whatever the closest fast food joint was. Still, Jason said nothing - fatass though he was, Ollie was a generous tipper. Filling up three shake cups with thick, creamy thickshakes (that were basically just melted ice cream and syrup), Jason turned around to hand them to his corpulent customer.

He couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter in surprise, but quickly composed himself, though a grin kept trying to creep across his face as he tried to contain himself.

"Uh, hey, Ollie? You er, mind getting off the counter bud?"

Oliver just stared at Jason in confusion for a moment. Jason nodded downward, and Ollie's gaze followed, where he suddenly realised that in his enthusiasm for food, he had inched forward towards the glass countertop. In fact, he had gotten a little too close to the countertop, which his soft paunch now rested upon, spilling and overflowing out from underneath his ill-fitting and sweat-dampened exercise clothes.

Ollie's face turned bright red, and he grinned nervously as he jolted backward, sending the soft mass of his body bouncing and jiggling. Jason's reassuring smile narrowed slightly as he eyed the smear of sweat left behind on the countertop.

"Oh, uh, shit, I'm so sorry," Ollie said, laughing nervously. "Maybe I need to cut back on the cheat days after all..."

"Sure, man," Jason said, passing Ollie his food tray, laden with enough calories to feed a large family. "Don't worry about it. And hey, we all believe in you. Just take it one day at a time. And here, I threw on a couple of extra burgers we had sitting around. And next time you see me you can tell me all about all the weight you've lost."

Ollie smiled. "Hey thanks. You're a good friend."