We were traveling to some mining area. We, that were Mr. And Mrs. Nimmersatt, our driver, who also worked as translator and me.
After my first encounter with Mrs. Nimmersatt I followed here carreer with great interest....well, if you can call it carreer. What she is doing is ... can you still call it eating? I am pretty sure that is not the correct term for it. But truth to be told, all other words that would describe her gluttony, her hunger and her insatiable greed and the monstrous capacity  of her gigantic stomach are all too weak. No words are able to describe watching the amounts of food she devours.

During my former work I've met her a few times after the first interview. Mostly at eating competitions, somehow my superiors back then thought that I became sort of an expert for it. I don't know about that, I do know though that Mrs. Nimmersatt is for sure an expert when it comes to destroying such competitions.

It was a bit of a surprise when her husband one day asked me if I would like to work for him, instead of being a freelance reporter for a boulevard newspaper. The job he offered was totally different from what I did before, but on the other hand, he offered me a lot more money, and despite the job sounded interesting, he also seemed to be a rather fair and level headed boss unlike the current one at that time.

So I was still traveling the world with a laptop, just having a different duty. Mostly I was on my own, sometimes with him and from time to time traveling with Mr. and Mrs. Nimmersatt.
When I first met them I didn't know anything about what kind of business he runs, but soon it was clear he is a sort of merchant. It came as a surprise that Mrs. Nimmersatt is sometimes involved in negotiating deals as well.. well, I should better say her insane gluttony is involved to make possible business partners sign a deal.
I may not write here about any details, but lets just say it's usually not what one considers nice.
Mr.Nimmersatt is of course too much businesman to bother, and Mrs. Nimmersatt doesnt bother at all, as long as she fills her gigantic stomach.

That is really one of the weirdest things about her. She's normally rather reserved,. I wouldn't go so far to say she is friendly, but she is ok. After knowing her a bit better now, I'd say she looks at other people in a different way than normal people do. She seems to ignore you somehow, sort of like I ignore a bug if it walks by... a small one, large freak me out. It's like you are a lesser being to her, and knowing her eating skills, I often feel that way, too. I talked briefly with her about it when she was in the mood, and I think I have an idea what gives that impression.
All her thoughts really only are about food., I mean ONLY food. And to be even more specific, the food she is going to eat next. That is the only important thing for her. Anything else is on a far lower priority. And if people around her aren't somehow inolved in the process to get her food, she simple ignores them as if they weren't existent.
She doesnt care about music, art or anything else, her only sparetime activity is of course eating. When I asked her if she is watching at least TV, sports or something like that, her answer was that she was once at a horse race with her husband in Saudi Arabia. Seeing her smile and how she patted her enormous gut, I could imagine what happened to the horses afterwards. Well, that's what matters to her. I know how expensive an arabian racing horse can be, I wonder what kind of bet that sheijk accepted, but doesnt matter what it was, at the end Mrs. Nimmersatt prolly asked for what's next on the menu. She turned the horse race probably into dinner.

But back to this story. We were driving towards some open pit mining area Mr. Nimmersatt had some business to do at. We started very early in the morning, only having a little breakfast snack so we could reach the pit mining area before nightfall the same day. Little snack means for different people of course a different amount of food. I was with the couple comparing some notes with Mr. Nimmersatt during the breakfast because driving through the jungle the whole day on a dirt road wasn't expected to be te best place for typing on a laptop. I tried to eat well, knowing that the next real meal will be only in the evening, so I managed to force down 4 toasts with marmelade, 2 boiled eggs and a strawberry yoghurt.... yes, that is a lot for me in one meal, especially breakfast, since I usually go only with just a cup of coffee. I really felt uncomfortable stuffed.

Mrs. Nimmersatt on the other hand prepared for a whole day without real meal a bit differently as you might imagine.She started with an omellet that was carried in a giant pan by 4 men. When they brought it, she asked if it was done how she ordered it. Of course she never means the way it's done, she is only interested if they used the amounts of eggs and bacon she demanded. They told her it's exactly how she ordered it. They remember how upset she was yesterday  when they kitchen only used 800 eggs and 120lbs bacon. This is the demanded 1200 eggs and 200lbs bacon omellet. All she said was „Good!“. Then she started to devour it. The 4 guys left, Mr. Nimmersatt and me were busy talking about some new project plans for the pit mine, while Mrs. Nimmersatt was focusing on her long awaited breakfast snack.

All you could hear from her was gulping and slurping sounds and the only stop she made was when she looked up and told her husband: „Remind me to order it twice this size next time, I can't believe 1200 eggs and 200lbs bacon make so tiny omellets, it's pathetic, they should grow larger chicken for larger eggs.“
After my time with her it wasn't a surprise when the door opened and the 4 waiters were coming in again, pushing a large cart into the room, with a fully grown roasted pig on it.
Mrs. Nimmersatt told them not to lift it on the table, they should leave the cart beside her as it is, she'll take care of it that way. The 4 guys were of course in some state of shock, looking at the emptied pan they just brought a few moments ago. That's not really something Mrs. Nimmersatt likes, telling them if there aren't more where this came from... she ment the pig, and that they better move their asses, we are in a hurry.
The guys left and Mr. Nimmersatt and I were again talking business, which was now a bit difficult not to be distracted by Mrs. Nimmersatt's gorging noises.
She litterally devoured the whole pig like i would eat a chicken leg, just that a chicken leg would be more for me than that whole pig for her. When the 4 guys came back, pushing another pig on a cart inside the room, she just waved them over, directing them, being to busy gorging to say something.

4 pigs, 2 cows 220 chicken, 400lbs of lasagne, 120 salmons and 30 25“ diameter cakes later she finall leaned back, telling her husband that he had better ordered a great dinner at the pit mine area. She will be starving after a day with only that little food for the whole time. He husband smiled and told her she will be pleased, he knows what she needs and it's all planed. I knew pretty well what he planed, because I had to handle the long list of food for her dinner. And I also knew that the breakfast she just had really seemed to be a snack compared to the amounts, and I mean a small snack. But I also had no doubts, she was going to finish that monstermeal in the evening.

Then, as we were just about too leave the room, the door opened again and the head chef personally came in. He was excusing himself many times towards Mrs. Nimmersatt about his faux pas yesterday, when he served her such a tiny omellet, and that he wants to make up for it. His best customer in his hotal for sure can't say no to his offer.
We looked at each other, and Mrs. Nimmersatt just asked what offer he is talking about while licking her big, pouty lips.. He had a special dessert prepared. One big enough to please her and make her smile. It was planed to be a surprise for the dinner yesterday but unfortuntaly the delivery was late.
I smiled, knowing that the delivery was probably not late, but it just took more time than expected to stock up enough of whatever he was trying to serve.
So, while the chef was still talking, the double door opened and the four waiters pushed in a BIG cart with an even bigger bowl on it filled with ice cream. The chef was busy to explain what sort of italian, handmade-and-what-not ice cream it is. Mrs. Nimmersatt ignored such unimportand details as always.
Then her husband just looked at her and said: „Ok, we get the truck ready, hurry!“
I left with him the room, getting our stuff into the Nimmersatt's customized truck.
Half a hour later, we waited in front of the hotel with the engine running, and Mrs. Nimmersatt walked out, pushing her enormously swollen belly forward.
Watching how she is able to handle THAT much food and a belly THAT size is every time mind shattering. The chef was following her at her side, making excuses about the size of the dessert. Next time he will make up for it.... well, I could have told him that 150 gallons of ice cream is not what Mrs. Nimmersatt calls a big dessert as he promissed.

He should have known.

Then we left the town and were heading into the jungle. After a few miles the concrete road turned iinto a dirt road and we had a rather bumpy ride on it towards our destnation..
The Nimmersatt's truck is customized for the needs of a person as big as Mrs. Nimmersatt is. The trailer was changed into a very luxurious mobile home with a double door at it's right side, wide enough to let her enter the trailer even after a rather large meal. Of course the trailer is also extended in it's width, wider than a normal big rig truck is. But still I have seen Mrs. Nimmersatt's bell  filling out it's entire width while she sat on the large couch custom made for her size and weight at the back of it. And I even was there when her belly was too big to fit inside at all after she had what she calls comforting amount of food..

The third of the trailer is basicall all that, her couch and a large empty area in front of it for her belly, the middle is left open for the double door while the front third of it is build for Mr. Nimmersatt's business needs. It holds basicall some kind of office and also some seats, tables and so on. I made my self comfortable in one of the leather chairs and grabbed the book I was reading at the moment while Mr. Nimmersatt was reading a newpaper. After 3 hours of driving we made a short stop at the last station before we entered the real jungle. The typical run down but busy place. Business was all that mattered there. Most of their customers were trucks on their way to the pit mine or coming back from it with their drivers having only time for a quick stop. When Mrs. Nimmersatt saw the small snack bar beside the gas station she became rather upset, asking why we didnt told her about it and if we did have the intention to let her starve. Before I or Mr. Nimmersatt could answer, she forced her massive weight out of the truck and walzed towards the small restaurant. I knew her good enough to leave her alone. She wouldn't bother to talk now anyway. We filled up the gas tank of the truck, I bought a bottle of water, then we were busy for a while, getting all the snack food the station had into the trailer. Mr. Nimmersatt literally bought all food they got.
It wasn't that much though, not for the person who was going to eat it. Maybe 3 dozen bags of chips, 3 delivery boxes of cookies and about 50 sandwhiches. I knew Mrs. Nimmersatt was going to be upset about the little amount, but she also would be even more upset if we wouldnt get it into the trailer doesn't matter how much it was.
Then we went to the restaurant beside the station. When I opened the door the first I heard was a loud belch and: „Hurry up, bring me munch 3 dozen more *gulp*of these burgers. One day *gobble* you got to explain me *gulp* why you call *glorp* them monster *shove* burger and *slurp* advertise  them with this „for hungry people“ line. I AM hungry. What are you waiting for? I ran out of food the 5th time since i am here.“
I chuckled, it's always fun to see Mrs. Nimmersatt keeping a restaurant crew on their toes. She really knows how to get them moving.
„Ah there you are, I hope it was some food from the station I saw you carrying into the trailer“, was the first she said when she saw us entering the restaurant while grabbing a bowl of fries and poured them all in one go into her 6 or 7inch wide open mouth. She put the emptied bowl ontop of 8 other emptied ones on her table... which were of course standing beside 3 more stacks of each a dozen emptied bowls.
It went on like this for about 30 minutes, the kitchen crew was desperately trying to rush out all the food they got towards their new, hungry customer.But doesnt matter how much they brought, it all went with ease down Mrs. Nimmersatt's greedy, insatiable gullet. The kitchen crew finally told her they ran out of food, there is absolutey nothing left in stock, she ate it all.

Going over the bill they handed me I actually was surprised they had so much. Much for a restaurant this size of course, not much for my employers wife. Mr. Nimmersatt payed with his credit card, and his wife grabbed the bill going over it. 82 4lbs monster burgers, 287 Hamburgers, 235 Cheeseburgers, 101 breakfast meals, 184 trucker's lunch meals, 487 servings fries and 343 baked potatoes and the drinks they didn't listed and just wrote 210 liters.
„You are right with naming this a snack bar!“ she told the crew, the food you had in stock is nothing more than a snack... wait, what is this?“
While we moved out we walked along the desk, and Mrs. Nimmersatt spotted the soft ice machine behind it. She looked upset at the crew, „Why you didnt told me you got this thing here? Wait, don't bother to put the ice in our tiny cups,  I'll take care of it in a faster way!“.
With that being said, Mrs. Nimmersatt forced her colossal belly behind the desk, grabbing the shiny metal ice cream donour, bend over (her belly rested heavily on the floor), wrapped her giant mouth around it's outlet and pulled the lever down.
The crew stared in shock, listening to the cracking metal tank of ice cream when she sucked hard on the outlet. You could see how the metal tank caved in from the suction Mrs. Nimmersatt put onto it.

Only a minute or so later she relased the outlet from her mouth, belched and told the crew to add 50 liters of ice cream to the bill and they better have stocked up more food when we travel back, she will visit that place again.
On the way to the trailer her giantiv belly moved far to the left and right with each step she did, her tight leggins snugged under the massive gut, while her XXXXXL size shirt was again looking like a tiny tank top, struggling to cover her massive chest and not being able to cover even the upper part of her belly.
She looked angrily at me and her husband. „How many of these snack bars are on the way which you also don't know about? Was it by intention you didn't say a word about it? There must be more like this on the way... or maybe even a nice cattle farm... god, I feel hungry, this restaurant held a pathetic amount of food! They should rename it, from snack-bar to snack-between-snacks-bar!“

When we were again in the trailer, driving towards our destination, I thought of ways how I could reach the pit mine and ask if they could get even more food for tonights dinner, I feared that was needed.



[to be continued]