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~"