Kinktober 2024 - Fat

Marcus doesn't see what the big deal is with this place. This is his first time in a JumBurger. The wolf looks around to see what he expected: lots of ludicrous proportions. To him though, they don't look more delicious than the usual fast-food fare.

'So everything is larger,' he thought. 'What's the big deal?'

Seeing no sense in waiting around, he walks up to the counter. There wasn't a line due to him coming between the usual hours of lunch and pre-snack dinner.

A rather large rabbit sits behind the counter. His face is so round that it looks like there isn't a chin. The shape of his moobs is visible through his shirt, and his arms look similar to armrests on a plush recliner.

"What can I get'cha today?"

"Just give me the number one, full meal."

"With tax, that comes out to $7.28."

After forking over the cash, Marcus meanders over to the nearest empty booth to wait.

He doesn't have to wait long. The rabbit comes over with his meal already done. He looks at it bewildered as he just sat down. The only answer he gets from the rabbit though is a simple, "enjoy!"

The wolf stares at the rabbit as the latter wobbles his ass away. He looks back at his meal. The wrapper alone shows how huge it is. It's bigger than he can physically hold it, and it's as wide as both of his fists. Opening the wrapper, the sides flop down to reveal a monster of a cheeseburger.

The burger, despite being a single patty, has the largest one he has ever seen. It has to be like a literal pound of meat. The toppings are stacked numerous and consist of the usual ones included in any classic cheeseburger. What really surprises Marcus has to be the scent.

Despite what the quick delivery suggests, this burger smells absolutely delightful. Marcus can detect the fresh grilled meat and the oozing sauces all over this burger. Even the buns smell heavenly.

'Ok,' Marcus admits. 'I can see the appeal, but I don't think it's enough to make anyone addicted like they said...'

Holding the burger as tight as he can, Marcus takes a huge bite. He stares at the burger in shock. How could anything taste so good? This is just a fast-food joint, right? Maybe it isn't the quality (even if that's great too), but rather the sheer greasiness of it. It's so good, because it's... the ultimate guilty pleasure!

'Whoa.'

Before Marcus could realize what's happening, he'd already eaten half the burger. He's gone through a lot of the XXL fries as well. It's just so much food, but he can't stop eating it. He feels full, yet he can take more. It helps that he's got plenty of soda to help stomach it all down. It's exactly like those novelty 32-ounce drinks, only they consider it a medium here.

Of course, while this is all happening. A small bump starts to form on the wolf's abdomen. It slowly pushes outward, although it isn't noticeable in the slightest. The meal was quite fattening regardless. Marcus now has a small set of love handles.

Cleaning himself off with a napkin, the new customer throws away the packaging and puts away the tray.

'That wasn't so bad. In fact, I'll come back tomorrow just to be sure I was right. Yeah. That's all.'

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Marcus's belly pushes against the table's booth as he chews through his third meal. It has been several days now, and the wolf has come back to JumBurger consecutively. He pulls down on his shirt to make sure he's covered, forgetting to clean his hand first. Of course, his double chins are looking messier than his shirt...

The wolf insists he's not getting fat, no matter how many of his friends point it out. They also keep asking why he keeps going back, but he always answers that he just wants to "prove his point."

Finishing his 64-ounce soda, Marcus haphazardly throws everything in the trash (except the tray, of course). He lumbers on over to the exit where the cashier happily gazes at him.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Huh," Marcus responds. "Oh yeah yeah. Tomorrow. HURRRRRP! Sorry, excuse me..."

As the large wolf lumbers out, he thinks about how polite that rabbit behind the counter has been for his entire time there.

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The five-hundred-pound wolf chomps hard on his fifth triple deluxe burger. The sauces pour out on his shirt. He realizes his mistake, but it's fine. It's his eating shirt anyway. He chews through that huge bite, savoring as much as he can before swallowing. 

His butt surges as he continues to take bites larger than the last. His cheeks would cover both seats on a bus, but JumBurger has extra room in their booths. After all, they know their clientele.

Marcus's gut pushes deeper into the table. His gray fur spills a few inches over the surface. It has gotten to the point that he has started to rest his wrappers on his gut. Despite all this though, he still won't admit that he loves the food too much or that he is fat. His friends have long since given up convincing him otherwise.

'Just another day,' he considers. 'Another day and I'll be sure whether I'm right or wrong...'

BWURRRRRRRRRRRP!!

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The ground lightly shakes as Marcus lumbers his 800-pound frame through the entrance. Two months. It's been two months since he decided to prove that JumBurger isn't as "addicting" as they say. (Figuratively, of course.)

"Welcome back, Marcus," the rabbit greets. "Trying something else new today?"

"No," Marcus gasps and huffs. "Just get me... five number fives actually. I think I like that one best."

The rabbit charges him... along with a discount. Marcus has been coming here so frequently that he now has a discount. In fact, he even joined the reward program. He didn't realize he accepted it at the time, but he saw no reason to leave it either.

Marcus stands there waiting for his food. His legs are as thick as tree trunks. He has long given up finding pants that fit, so now he's in gym shorts. Even fabric as stretchy as that tends to wedge between his cheeks though.

His huge belly is both round and flabby. It's not taut, but it's not a bunch of folds either. His gut has been shaped to achieve a balance between the two extremes unlike the cashier whose belly is almost spherical. Marcus's arms are several pounds each, requiring a lot of effort to just lift them. His chest has two huge mounds that are about the size of a bed's pillows. His shirt can only cover his chest at this point despite him getting the largest size he could find. It is, of course, stained in the sauces of several meals along with his chin.

"Hey," the rabbit beckons. "My shift is actually going to end really soon. Do you think you want to come over to my place? We can just chill."

"Huh," Marcus responds. "You wouldn't mind me bringing the food?"

"Naaaah. In fact, I want you to. I think we have a lot to discuss you and I."

"Actually, hanging out sounds like a great idea."

"Sweet! Name's Thomas by the way."

"And you know mine. Also, I know what it looks like bringing so much fatty food, but I'm not chubby, ok?"

"Wouldn't dream of calling you that~"

Thomas will have to find a way to break the news gently to him eventually. In the meantime though, he hopes that this could at least lead to friendship (even if he is hoping for more).

FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! "Sorry."

BWURRRRRRRP! "You're fine. Nice one by the way~"