Another gym day come and gone, and another brownie point towards that coveted “summer beach body.”
The thought flitted across Chase’s mind sarcastically as he drove his black Mercedes on the freeway. Due to a combination of post-workout soreness and lack of highway traffic, he could not help it if his mind began to wander aimlessly.
With the sunroof open, he felt a constant breeze ruffling his rowdy red hair. From the rearview mirror, one could see the way the sun speckled on his dark blue eyes, set in a lightly tanned face decorated with freckles and a neatly-trimmed chinstrap.
Just for shits and giggles, he flexed his right bicep, which was placed sturdily on the 12 O’ clock position of the steering wheel. It swelled mightily and bulged thickly, heavy with muscle and fat. It was definitely leagues bigger since he started his life-changing workout over a year ago. His other hand moved down his red-plaid short-sleeve buttoned shirt to pat his round, bulky midsection. That had definitely grown as well.
“Comes with the territory, I guess,” Chase sighed, as he hefted and jiggled his belly thoughtfully.
He really didn’t mind the extra pudge. On the contrary, he felt that it enhanced his features, creating a more masculine, rugged effect. In high school, he used to have a runner’s build; cross country, tennis and track were his primary sports. Sure, he had well-developed calves, an observable six-pack, and a bit of height at 5’11’’, but he was too thin and scrawny to be allowed to play on the football team with the big boys. He tried, but somehow got turned away every time he went to tryouts. Eventually, he worked with what he had, and had a moderately enjoyable high school experience because of his proficiency in other sports.
How did his rounded pot of belly fat come to be? After high school, Chase decided it couldn’t hurt to keep the 12-year combo going and rolled straight into college to work on a degree in business. As stereotypical and common as it sounds, the effects of being in a rigorous new educational environment had a peculiar effect on his waistline. As much as he enjoyed sports and exercise, Chase was also a solid competitor in the realm of academics, and refused to let his first year in college be characterized by poorly managed grades.
Unused to this new standard of time management, he found less time to eat healthy. Who had time to count calories and debate meal choices when there was an important midterm coming up that he still hadn’t studied for? The fact of the matter is that he was hungry NOW, so he grabbed that greasy burger and a bunch of those 39 cent tacos and munched on them nonchalantly on his way to class.
Before he knew it, he had went from 165lbs to a stockier 197lbs by the year’s end. When he showered, he noticed the subtle developing changes. A small ledge of belly slowly began to appear, along with two small love handle cups. His chest became chubbier, but not to the point where they had reached moob status. His buttocks felt larger, which became more apparent as he tried on his jeans every morning. Eventually, he had to discard his pants altogether and upgrade his wardrobe size.
He had thickened all-around considerably. It had not gone unnoticed by Chase, as he walked back to his car one day after class. A bit worried, he pondered how he would begin losing the weight. He was used to his old body size, and knew his weight gain was created by unhealthy eating habits he did not normally condone. He thought about this when an odd-looking football landed in front of his feet.
He stopped, and looked up to see a guy waving and jogging toward him. As the dude came closer, Chase observed that he and the other guy were roughly the same height, but there was one minor difference.
The guy was big. Not big in the sense that he was overweight, but he definitely had that telltale curve of a belly. He looked solid and fit. There was just more of him. Chase had trouble explaining it in his head as the guy slowed to a trot and approached him.
“Sorry, almost bonked ya there,” the guy said, flashing a smile as he bent down to pick up the ball. “One of my buddies threw the ball in a random direction while he was fucking around. Moron.”
Chase could not help but notice how the guy’s dark green polyfiber shirt hugged against his bulging body as he bent down. The guy had big arms and swollen back muscles, which filled the large gap between his ribs and waist, which would have normally created the appearance of love handles. His calves and thighs were enormous, straining against his black polyester shorts. He seemed to be wearing a pair of soccer shoes, which seemed ironic to Chase, because the guy did not seem to match the profile of a soccer player. He was too wide. Yet, his even weight distribution did not characterize him as a simple football player either.
Shouts from the nearby field caused the guy to turn around.
“Hold yer’ horses! I’ll be right there!” he shouted. He turned back toward Chase and looked him up and down before saying, “wanna play? We’re short, and could use another guy with some meat on his bones.”
Chase only had experience with solitary sports, and had not played a team activity in ages, but the way the guy phrased the question made him painfully aware that he needed the exercise.
“Sure, why not?” he shrugged. He trudged back with the guy to the field. Only when he got there did he realize that he may have been out of his league.
Although they were all of varying heights and sizes, each of the guys shared similar characteristics to the one who brought him there. Large torsos. Muscular arms and thick legs.
“All right, you’ll be on that team,” the guy pointed. “Okay everybody, let’s start the next play from the scrum position!”
Chase was confused. “Scrum? Is that some kind of huddle? We’re playing football, right?”
“Nah bro!” the guy laughed as he threw a meaty arm around Chase’s neck. “This is better than football! Don’t worry, I’ll explain the rules to ya. Best of all, you don’t even need protective gear!”
After two hours of playing, and several bruises later, Chase became familiar with the sport commonly referred to as Rugby. It was different from football, but it did not take long for him to learn the ropes. By the end of the session, he was wheezing, out of breath, and wincing from a pain in his side where he was tackled pretty hard. But he was grinning. He missed the adrenaline of playing a sport. He was alive.
And thus defined Chase’s sophomore year in college. The group of ragtag rugby players became a fast group of friends. He was much more experienced at managing his time, and was able to pick classes that would complement his schedule better. He played rugby with his friends, worked out at the gym with them, and even pigged out with them after practice.
His weight steadily ballooned. He had developed a solid rounded belly and chest, covered with red fur and treasure trail to match. His thighs and calves soon matched those of his teammates, looking positively massive in his tightened pants. He had gained another 30lbs easily, proving that he was secretly a big ol’ Irish farmboy at heart. His size was beginning to rival some of his bigger teammates, but they took it as inspiration and a challenge, leading to frequent competitions at the buffet. During practice, he was also able to take blows easier, as well as give them back with equal or greater force. His body was now cushioned with thick, fatty muscle that protected him from bruising and damage. He felt like a whole new person. Large. Masculine. Powerful.
Chase reminisced about his lifestyle change as he drove his car on the freeway. Even though it was over a year ago, he relished the excitement as if it were yesterday. He could still feel the rising exhilaration and adrenaline as he remembered how he discovered the sport. He bounced and played with his belly as he idly looked down at it.
“Sorry buddy, but the boss says you need to go,” he joked, slapping it.
The boss’ name was Katie, and Chase had noticed her after a few months of playing rugby with his new friends. She always sat in the same area in the college cafeteria, chatting with her friends. A few times he had caught her staring at him, before going back to her conversation about her classes. The guys joshed and egged him on, saying she was pretty hot and he should ask her out.
Only until he saw her at a frat party and chugged down several beers did he find the courage to talk to her. It became apparent that Katie had been checking him out for a while, and she admitted that she had a thing for slightly thicker guys, especially with muscle. They hit it off right away. However, there was a problem. Chase had continued to get thicker and thicker since they started seeing each other, to the point where he was seriously looking like an overfed jock, which led to his current predicament.
He had a protuberant belly that stuck out and was beginning to hang. She would pinch his love handles and tut-tut as they rounded out more and more, overcoming his broad back muscles and becoming more apparent and full. She would often hint that it would be embarrassing if they were invited to a beach bonfire over the Summer and she would have to explain to her friends why her muscular boyfriend had somehow turned into the Pilsbury Doughboy.
He rubbed his belly again. “Believe me, I like you, but there’s something she has to offer that you can’t provide.”
His cock stirred in his pants, as if to agree with him. Surprisingly, his belly responded to their double-teaming antics with an angry growl of hunger. It caused him to look back at the road again to check how much longer he had to drive before he got home. He needed food, stat. However, it was a fortunate stroke of luck that his belly growled at that precise moment, because when he looked up, he saw that he was about to hit a freeway divider between the road and an off-ramp exit.
“WHOA SHIT!!” he yelled, as he swerved right, narrowly missing it.
His car shook and bounced wildly as it was suddenly forced down a steep angle in order to join the exit ramp road. His heart beat quickly in his chest as he caught his breath. That was a stupid thing to do. Why wasn’t he paying attention to the road?
He shook his head in annoyance and knocked on his forehead with his fist. Maybe he was too tired from the workout. He needed to get home already. As he was reaching the end of the exit ramp, he noticed it had taken him quite far from the freeway.
“Great, now I gotta waste gas figuring out how to get back there” he said, pissed.
The ramp led to a stretch of road surrounded by tall grass. It was one of those rural stretches that forced you to drive for a while before finding a main road that connected to the freeway. Well, at least he would be able to enjoy the scenery in the meantime.
He noticed a small sign quickly approaching on the right side of the road. Black letters were scrawled on it, almost like chicken scratch. He slowed down and squinted at it, not wanting to miss any possible directions back to the freeway.
“Micro Burger Ahead”
Micro…burger? Chase mused. A burger joint on this lonely stretch? He did not recall seeing any signs for it on the freeway. Must not get a lot of business.
GROWL.
Chase clutched his stomach. He needed to eat soon. He was tired from jogging for an hour on the treadmill and the countless number of crunches, scissor kicks, and sit-ups he just did in order to make his girlfriend happy. He needed to refuel if he hoped to have any chance of concentrating on the freeway again.
“Fuck it. I’ve earned a cheat day,” said Chase. He patted his rotund midsection. “Besides, you saved my ass earlier, so I guess I owe you a favor.”
He continued down the unmarked road for a few minutes before he was able to see a building in the distance. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he saw a McDonalds-esque structure (minus the playcenter) stationed in the middle of nowhere. There wasn’t even a parking lot; just a narrow lane encircling the building and a drive-through menu.
“I guess that makes things easy,” he mumbled, pulling into the lane and approaching the menu sign. Things were made even easier when he saw the menu itself. He could not help but raising an eyebrow when he read it aloud.
AMAZING! SUPERB! MOUTH WATERING! A REVELATION OF TASTE! FANTASTIC!
Chase felt a little hesitant as he read the last word.
…EROTIC. THE MICRO BURGER!
That was it. Other than showing a picture of a small, perfectly round mini-burger that the restaurant was supposedly known for, there was nothing else on the menu. The description of the burger was obnoxiously huge, and took up most of the space available.
Chase jumped when he heard a sudden crackle emanating from the menu speaker.
“WELCOME TO MICRO BURGER, HOME OF THE WORLD FAMOUS MICRO BURGER MAY I TAKE YOUR ORDER?” spoke a gruff voice.
“Uh….could I have three micro burgers?” Chase replied apprehensively. He decided he only needed something to munch on and hold him over until he got home. His belly growled grudgingly.
“I’M SORRY SIR, THE MICRO BURGER ONLY COMES IN DOZEN OR HALF DOZEN ORDERS ONLY,” said the voice.
“In that case, I’ll have the half-dozen,” responded Chase, not all that upset with the forced option.
“THANK YOU SIR, PLEASE PULL UP TO THE FRONT WINDOW,” the voice immediately replied.
“As for a drink, I…er…” said Chase, but it was too late. He was talking to a dead microphone.
I’ll just ask him directly, he thought, as he turned the corner of the building and pulled aside the front window. He looked at it, noticing it was covered with a dark tint plastic, preventing him from peering inside. After a few minutes, he thought he saw movement on the other side.
Suddenly, the service window slid open, and an arm popped out with his order in hand. Chase barely paid any attention to his order, however, as there was something much more compelling within his line of sight than a few tiny hamburgers.
Attached to the arm was a torso, if it could be called that. A gigantic, hedonistic beer belly dominated the entire window frame. Its circumference and size defied the laws of gravity, covered with a buttoned red and black worker’s uniform that rode high above a cup-sized outie belly button. Three of the bottom buttons could not even be closed over such an expanse, and both sides of the shirt were stretched dangerously at the widest swell of the hairy monster gut. Chase wondered how many years of pigging out and drinking beer to the point of bursting this guy had to do in order to create the whopper attached to his midsection.
The guy handing him the burgers also appeared to be pretty tall as well, because his head was cut off at the top of the window. He had to lean stiffly onto his elbow in order to hand the order to Chase, his blubber comically squeezing against the window frame. Chase was tense; watching the guy struggling and forcing himself to reach out farther and farther, his swollen belly and outie belly button scraping heavily against the tiny window’s edge gave him the paranoid sense that the guy would blow any second.
“Uh, let me help with that,” said Chase uneasily. He opened his car door and reached out, bridging the divide and grabbing the order.
“That will be $3.25,” the man huffed heavily, his gut rising and falling slightly, straining the only remaining shirt buttons that had managed to close around it.
Chase suddenly realized that the menu did not mention any prices. “That cheap, huh?” he said, trying to make conversation as he reached for his wallet. “Sounds like a pretty good deal.”
The man did not respond. Chase fished out a five dollar bill and leaned out of his car to hand it to the large, plump hand extended toward him. The man took it, and before he could shuffle away to the cash register, Chase spoke up.
“Keep the change, and thanks for the food,” he said. He started his car up and closed his door. As he placed the order on his passenger seat side, the man surprisingly spoke.
“Hey bud,” he called.
Chase looked over at him. The man had backed away from the window a few steps and crouched low, placing his hands on his hips (or in this case, lovehandles that poured obscenely over tortured black slacks) and peered out at him. His face was surprisingly handsome and well-proportioned for someone his size. Instead of having a round moon face like his body would lead you to believe, he had a strong jawline that was covered evenly with a layer of chub. He had a small soul patch on his large chin and wavy dark brown hair that looked mussed underneath a large hairnet. He looked to be in his early forties, and could have easily been some kind of athlete back in his day. From his bent position, his gut bulged forward, touching the counter edge, his belly button seeming to eye Chase. The outlines of two solid, beefy moobs seemed to press up against the man’s neck and chin.
“Try not to eat them too quickly,” the man said, flashing Chase a million dollar smile. “Those things pack a wallop!”
The man guffawed as he slapped his overindulged gut, causing it to jiggle slightly, but being packed with so much solid fat it quickly went back to its heavily distended position. The man then shuffled forward, shutting the window and forever burning the image into Chase’s mind. Only after the window closed did he realize that he completely forgot to ask about a drink.
Chase shook his head and took off. He reentered the road and continued on the stretch for two minutes before he found a main road that would take him back onto the highway. He was still dazed when he drove onto the entry ramp. What just happened?
His belly rumbled, louder this time. The aroma of the burgers on the passenger seat snapped him back to attention. Reaching over with one hand, he grabbed one and unwrapped it carefully. Just like the picture, the burger was perfectly round, with a neat little bun as it sat on the palm of his hand. He could plainly see the juicy thick beef patty, complete with lettuce, tomato, melted cheese, pickles, ketchup and mayo, all custom cut and measured to fit into the tiny masterpiece.
He took a bite and received half of the burger into his mouth. He could have easily shoved the whole thing in, but he felt that in his situation, it was better to make it last. Also, he’d be fucked if he started choking on his own gluttony and didn’t have anything to wash it down with.
He was surprised how flavorful the burger was. An explosion of spices and juices flooded his mouth as he chewed. The beef patty was cooked perfectly, with just the right amount of pink in the middle. His stomach accepted the small treat gratefully, digesting it right away with an audible gurgle.
Chase immediately propelled the second half of the burger into his mouth, making sure to chew slower and savor it this time. As he drove and ate his food, he felt like his mind was participating on two playing fields. One was concentrating on driving, while the other was concentrating on enjoying the meal as much as possible.
For absolutely no reason at all, he began to feel one of his mental states waver ever so slightly. He wanted to deny it, but against his will, his thoughts wandered back to the man at the restaurant. The image of him fighting against the window frame to hand him the meal made him smile. He could clearly remember the size of his colossal beer belly, and how it looked fit to blow. The image seemed to occupy his waking thoughts, and began taking on a life of its own.
What if I had let him struggle? mused Chase, refusing to believe that his cock had begun to harden in his pants. He imagined the big man forcing himself further and further through the window. The man grunted as his belly bulged in half against the window’s edge. He stopped to catch his breath, only for it to catch in his throat as he heard a crack. He groaned, his gut bulging in both directions, slowly bending metal and shattering glass as his outie swelled to the size of a tennis ball.
Just a little more. The man used the extra room caused by his growth spurt to advance his reach. Buttons blew off his cheap uniform as his rapidly fattening globe pushed his swollen tits into his face. The entire window became crushed by his swelling girth, his strained slacks tearing down the sides due to his ballooning love handles. His other hand rubbed his belly apologetically as he finally handed the meal over.
Chase barely realized he had already grabbed the second micro burger and shoved it whole into his eager maw, all caution abandoned.
A new vision gripped him entirely. Memories of his childhood rushed to him. He saw himself sitting in the living room, watching the Wrestling Federation on t.v. It was a match-up between Crawdad and the Mighty Fuerza, but in his vision, they had changed in a major way.
Both wrestlers had let themselves go. Fat deposited itself crudely on both of them, the mat trembling violently as they both met in the ring. Crawdad seemed to be the more comfortable of the two, although his shorts looked fit to burst with his fattened treetrunk legs. His farm-fed apron gut distended over his waistband, but it was slowly inflating with packed lard, blimping it fatter and rounder by the second. His bald head glistened with sweat as he maneuvered, gained momentum and rammed his gut into Fuerza.
Fuerza had a harder time adjusting to his massive weight increase. Too many years enjoying the lifestyle his success in the ring had brought, in addition to unlimited cervezas at his disposal had contributed to tripling his starting competition weight. His rotund physique was crammed dangerously into his signature full body spandex suit. His cheeks bulged from within his blue and red lucha mask, almost forcing his eyes closed. The outline of his deep, wide belly button could be seen in the front of his stretched spandex. His planet of a gut covered the bulge of his large crotch as it stuck out several feet in front of him, constricted painfully by his own suit. He was slammed into the far back corner by Crawdad’s solid balloon belly charging into him. Fuerza’s swollen ass cheeks wobbled as the back corner stand loosened forcefully by the impact.
It seemed that Crawdad had the upper hand, causing Fuerza to wheeze from the pressure, unable to breathe. But then, an amazing upset happened. The increased pressure caused by shoving Fuerza into the corner had created a tear in his suit. His shoulder straps exploded off as a mountain of flab was released. Fuerza crossed his arms and laughed as his gut ballooned bigger, fatter and more solid than Crawdad’s. The weight of his mammoth belly continued to climb, as it pushed Crawdad back further and further to the opposite end of the ring. Fuerza slapped the sides of his tank proudly as the rest of his spandex peeled off of his rapidly burgeoning girth. His brown tan belly looked like it was ready to explode, yet it still swelled uncontrollably, groaning audibly as the pounds continued to pile on.
Crawdad was strained against the ropes, punching uselessly into the foot-wide belly button of his opponent. The ropes snapped, as Fuerza’s girth made its final swell, sending Crawdad flying onto a nearby table. The table collapsed instantly, for Crawdad was still a massive 400lbs and counting, the arc of his belly heaving higher and higher, leaving him pinned to the floor. His brow and bald head glistened wetly with copious amounts of sweat as he rubbed his expanding gut and moaned like a beached whale. His belly button flattened, then suddenly popped outward, filling with flab from the force of his sudden gain. Stretchmarks crisscrossed and multiplied on his Southern fat boy tank, indicating that his growth wasn’t slowing down. Fuerza’s muffled cheers of victory could barely be heard over his colossally bloated midsection, as it hung obscenely over the edge of the ring, groaning with overstuffed ripeness and horny for a rematch.
Chase moaned, cramming burgers continuously into his mouth, only slowing down to savor whatever image his mind concocted before stuffing the next one inside. A middle-aged business man ballooning and bursting painfully out of his clothes during a meeting, his beefy tits being kneaded and twisted by his overweight boss. A pair of sumo wrestlers filling up an entire arena, their underwear exploding off of their expanding ass cheeks, people rushing to escape from the uncontrollably expanding tsunami of blubber. A firefighter being held down by his friends as they inflated him with a fire hose. The firefighter thrust his hips repeatedly, feeling his Italian gut swell upward rapidly, destroying his uniform and sloshing heavily as it became treacherously overfilled. Bellies, bellies and more bellies. Chase’s mind went haywire, racing as it obsessed over that one simple concept. His right hand felt and squeezed his large engorged cock, as it struggled for room against his thigh.
Chase was so entranced that he barely noticed the increased tightening of the waistband of his pants, nor the growing sensitivity of his nipples as they began to stretch wider and wider. His dick continued to swell bigger and heavier, past its normal erect size as it reveled in a pleasure like none before it, forgetting about the limits of its growth altogether
His plaid shirt tightened and bulged over his seatbelt. His red happy trail could be seen between the gaps of his shirt buttons as his belly slowly expanded forward. He moaned loudly as he gulped down his last burger and licked his fingers. He did not even feel the rotund mound of fat pushing and swelling on top of his other hand, which was frantically rubbing his cock. Suddenly, the top button of his pants released, allowing more flab to immediately fill the gap, which in turn caused a chain reaction. His zipper broke as a wave of fat forced its way through. Three of his shirt buttons popped off in rapid succession as his gut surged forward with such force that he gasped.
Chase snapped out of his trance when he felt the front of his belly cramming painfully against the steering wheel, his seat belt straining to contain it. His heart skipped a beat when he looked down and realized what had happened to him. Poking it hard with a finger, a sudden cramp seized him, causing an involuntary intake of breath. He howled in ecstasy as he shot the most powerful load he had ever felt in his life. His dick throbbed again and again, as cum ran in rivers down his pant leg. It seemed to last for a whole minute before he finally caught his breath. Observing the full extent of what had happened, a fearful, obsessive thought seized him.
“I need more,” he gasped, as he suddenly swerved across two lanes to make the next exit, causing a nearby car to honk at him angrily. “I should probably pay more attention to my driving as well,” he laughed, his gut wobbled heavily in agreement.
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Back at the restaurant, the man was sad to see the young customer go. It would probably be a while before another person accidentally took the wrong exit, and even then, would they be hungry for his burgers?
He sighed, scratching his overfed belly as it rested on the front desk. Bored, a thought abruptly came to him. Maybe he would cook one up for himself; it had been a long time, after all. He felt his sensitive outie brush against the cash register, causing a small jolt of pleasure to tingle up his spine. He grinned. Well, maybe not that long.
Suddenly, he heard a screeching of tires outside. He frowned as the distinct noise of a car door slamming could be heard. His eyes widened in surprise as the shadow of a large figure ambled its way toward the front entrance.
Why did I bother investing in tinted windows? he thought annoyingly, watching the moving shadow with apprehension.
When the doors burst open, a look of shock mingled with powerful lust washed over the man’s face instantly. It was the customer from earlier, except he was not the same person from before. There was simply…more of him.
A prized paunch heaved and wobbled over a broken zipper, burgeoning love handles and ass threatening to tear it even further apart. As Chase hurried to the front desk, another button popped off his plaid shirt, showcasing his massive globe as it distended further. Although he was not as tall as the man, his belly was giving the other one a run for its money. He belched as he heaved his gut with both hands onto the counter, letting it slosh forcefully against the other man’s prize gut. Chase threw a wad of crumpled dollar bills at the man, watching it bounce off of a beefy tit before landing on the floor.
“A dozen…burgers…please,” he gasped. “Just…amazing. Can’t…get enough.”
The man roared with laughter at that. “Don’t worry about it, bud, this one’s on the house! I remember my first time having a micro burger!” he slapped his hand against his own prodigious belly and gave Chase’s a seductive rub before turning around and getting to work.
Chase felt a tightness in his groin when the man touched his belly. He knew he must have looked outrageous, stumbling back to the restaurant about 80lbs fatter than before, with a giant wet cum stain running down his entire pant leg. Either the man was too polite, or he knew way more than he was letting on. It did not matter to Chase.
He turned and ambled to the middle of the restaurant, pulling out a chair at the center table. His belly was too pronounced to allow him to sit comfortably in a booth. He sat a few inches taller as his beefy buttocks filled the seat expansively. He closed his eyes and squeezed his nipples, moaning softly. He could not believe how turned on this was all making him. He felt overstimulated.
He opened his eyes when he heard the platter clunking onto the table. The man winked at him. “Enjoy bud,” he said before turning around. It may have just been Chase’s imagination, but he could have sworn he saw something bulging underneath the slacks of the man’s pendulous gut.
He felt his cock stiffen again. His belly gurgled ominously, pooling into his lap while he leaned forward and began stuffing two burgers immediately into his mouth. His fattened cheeks bulged as he chewed, enjoying visions of fat men invading the recesses of his mind.
The man stood behind the counter, forcing his slacks down as he allowed his own meaty member to flop out heftily. His belly weighed down upon it, but the contact only caused his cock to swell rapidly at its touch. He placed both of his hands on the counter as he rocked forward and backward, clenching his globular ass cheeks and feeling his sensitive outie pushing against the cash register. He watched as the young customer’s body swelled all over, his clothes straining to contain his massive girth. The young man had a sturdy frame, but how much belly would he be able to handle? The man pushed and heaved at his own gut, feeling the bottom of it become slippery with precum. He growled softly, eager to find out.
Chase moaned with pleasure and fear, as his top button finally gave way, releasing his colossal, rubbery man tits. His nipples had stretched large and wide to accommodate all of the flab ballooning beneath it. He had to stop; this was going too far. He heard an audible groan as his hairy belly swelled further beyond his reach, beginning to push the table and the platter of burgers away. His previous fear was suddenly eradicated by the more irrational fear of being unable to reach his meal. He struggled to lean forward and managed to grab the platter before a sudden growth spurt caused him to jerk back against the chair in exhaustion. His ass and love handles began splitting his pants unforgivingly, spilling over the sides of the chair in a rush of overindulgence. His chinstrap was spread thinly across a newly sported double chin. The platter rested upon the nearly flat curve of his overstuffed belly as it arched straight out from his beefy, hairy chest.
Chase shoved the final three burgers forcefully into his mouth as he enjoyed the final vision. He saw himself playing Rugby with his friends on the college athletics field. Suddenly, his belly gurgled, as he felt himself exploding in both height and size, moaning and unable to stop. His shirt barely had time to ride above his belly as it disintegrated, the sleeves popping from the girth of his swollen biceps. His shorts and underwear had met the same fate, succumbing to the unrelenting pressure of an ass and lovehandles that continued to throb and grow. He was a naked behemoth of a man; every attempt at taking him down caused a quiver and a belch to shake from his monstrously large belly, as his friends bounced harmlessly off it. They looked on in terror as he took his time and strolled through the field, ball held high in his chubby hands. He could not see his feet due to the swelling expanse of his belly, so he moved carefully, not wanting to harm any of his buddies. When he scored, their looks of fear disappeared as they cheered and surrounded him. Unable to lift him up, they settled for rubbing, poking and hugging his belly, some even daring to heft and slap at his massive ass cheeks. He gasped deeply as his belly shook and trembled.
His friends stepped back once they saw his gigantic cock, pulsating and swelling monstrously as it powerfully hefted his belly up, begging for attention and release.
“ARRRRRRGGGHHHH!!” Chase screamed, back within the reality of the restaurant, thrusting his hips as his body exploded in size. Like a water balloon connected to a hose, he swelled and swelled, width pumping outward nonstop as he overfilled the chair. The pitiful piece of furniture lasted only a few seconds of this onslaught of weight before the metal legs creaked and began bending outward, scratching the floor. He was still sitting in the chair, but now it was flat upon the ground, pinned as the person sitting in it helplessly grew out of control. Chase felt his swollen balloon tits push up against his face, his double chin and cheeks partially obscuring his line of vision. He was completely naked, save for his shoes, although they were beginning to feel extremely tight as well. His legs were forced apart painfully, as his belly fought for room. Somewhere beneath it all was his giant cock head, overwhelmed by all the stimulation, shooting again and again from a lemon-sized ballsack that had also grown.
When the man behind the counter saw that the young customer’s belly was only a few feet away from touching the ceiling, he lost it. A geyser of cum shot against the counter. He roared, heaving and pushing his belly out as much as he could. The extra strain caused two buttons to pop off his shirt, which only heightened his arousal. His outie belly button rubbed sensually against the keys of the cash register, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through his groin. He collapsed onto the floor, his gut heaving as he tried to calm his heart rate.
The back of the chair finally snapped, allowing Chase’s belly to force him flat on his meaty love handles and globe of an ass. Although he was nice to his belly before, it was pretty obvious who was in charge now, and his belly was milking this opportunity for all it was worth, always being denied the size it rightfully deserved. Chase slapped the sides of it and moaned in blissful discomfort, feeling it gurgle with untold calories and pounds of blubber. He fingered his nipples and gasped when he squeezed his ballooned tits hard. His ass cheeks were swollen mounds underneath him, cushioning him during this time of tender soreness.
He had finally stopped growing, his freckled belly wobbling and swaying like a massive, untamed beast. Guess he couldn’t deny it anymore. He had gotten fat, and Katie was going to be pissed. He shrugged, her image already seeming like a distant afterthought.
“Sorry, guess I was wrong about you,” he whispered, rubbing his belly, as it groaned happily, overstuffed with packed blubber. “Looks like you’re the one who can offer something that even Katie can’t compete with!” He laughed.
He turned his head to the front counter, his movement impeded by the ring of fat dominating his neck. The guy who owned the restaurant was nowhere to be seen.
“Hey!” Chase called. “Do you guys have any open job positions? I think I serve as a pretty good taste tester!”
He grinned when he heard the man chortle uncontrollably with belly-shaking laughter.