Big Burger Special

Big Burger Special

by Troubledevourer

            Sam had left the music festival about an hour ago and was barreling down the empty highway, going about 85.  The headlights of his car illuminated most of the dark but straight pavement before him, trees hugging both sides of the road tightly, stars twinkling just above the tallest branches.  He still had about an hour still before he got home, but time didn’t matter to him.  The electronic music festival that Sam had left behind was one of the most mind-blowing and fun adventures he had ever gone on, and he was so happy that he could spend his 22^nd birthday there.  It took up a football field-sized clearing in the middle of the woods with five alternating stages hosting too many DJs to count, spanning a four day weekend.  It was a raver’s paradise,  even for an inexperienced, casual listener like Sam, and he had made many new friends with music recommendations, in addition to all the demo cd’s he had accumulated.

    He had only brought enough supplies for two days though, and even then the “food” he packed was just about three granola bars and a couple of bananas.  He did bring a case of water, but even for a person of his very thin, 5 foot 8 inch, 120 pound frame, that was not nearly enough to fuel him properly for the amount of dancing and running around that he had been doing.  Even though he was still riding the adrenaline high, his body was craving sustenance, and he knew he would have to pull off at the next rest stop to buy some crappy fast food to hold him over until he got home.  He couldn’t wait to make a real meal and change into his pajamas, though he did think his skinny jeans and tight band tee made him look exceptionally good, especially with his new haircut.

    As Sam was zipping along, he noticed a sign for a “Big Burgers, Open 24 hrs, 2 miles, Gourmet…” something something; he didn’t have enough time to read the rest before he blew past it.  ‘As good a place as any for a quick bite’ he thought, his stomach growling feebly in agreement.  Before he knew it, the place was coming up fast: a little trailer-turned-diner, all shiny and metal with a modestly sized hand-painted illuminated sign with an arrow pointing right at it.  He was a little wary, but the place looked too well kept to really seem too sleazy.  He pulled into the gravel parking lot and into the spot closest to the little trailer, his car the only one in the lot, the fact exaggerated by the small lights illuminating the lot.  He hopped out of his car and moved quickly to the screen door, his stomach rumbling at him for food.

    The inside of the diner was very well lit, with a strong retro feel to it, the tiles on the floor alternating pastel green and yellow, and all the fixtures were affixed with chrome edging, and there was the distinct smell of delicious burgers permeating the air.  There were two small booths that seemed very unused but still clean framing a single counter in front of a window to the kitchen.  Beside the register on the counter, a young guy, probably Sam’s own age, with black hair and wearing a tank top, had his chin on the counter, eyes half closed, and was beating his fingers along to the rhythm of some dance music, much like the music Sam had heard at the festival, coming out of a small radio beside him.  As Sam entered through the door, a small bell chimed and the boy at the counter perked up, suddenly full of energy now that the establishment had a customer.  As he stood up, what Sam thought was a thin frame gave way to a very large, very round belly, with the tank top looking like it had been painted on.  The kid looked like he had swallowed a beach ball, and Sam couldn’t help but stare wide eyed. 

    The kid began to move over to the register and began to speak, but before he could get a word out his belly knocked the radio off the counter, and he flushed furiously, his eyes going wide, and clumsily knelt behind the counter to pick it up. Once he had righted the device and had taken a couple of breaths, he attempted to speak again.  “Hi there, sorry about that,” he glanced down at his big gut angrily, before his manner became peppier again. “My name’s Mark, what can I do for you?”

    Sam was clearly and obviously staring at Mark’s belly while the young man had asked the question, and Sam stumbled for his words while bringing his eyes hastily to meet Mark’s, “I uh, hey, could I…” before a booming voice issued through the kitchen window.

    “Is that another one of those raver kids? This one’s a little later, but they were coming in in droves before!”  A big, beefy man, probably in his thirties and looking like a lumberjack, bent through the window, a wide grin plastered across his bearded face. “Hey there, I’m Joe, welcome to the best burger joint for fifty square miles! What can we do for you? Were you up there in the woods as that music thing?”

    Sam stared at this even larger hulk of a man, before recollecting himself.  “Ye-yeah, I was up there all weekend.  It was really great,” he said, his mind catching up with him. “I was just really stupid and forgot to pack food, and I was really glad to see the sign for this place.”

    “Yeah,” Joe said happily, “we’ve had a lot of you kids coming through.  Mark here wanted to go up, but sadly he had to stay here and man the register for me,” he chuckled, patting mark on the shoulder.  “Very glad we could be here in your time of need, a good burger is what we do best.”  Mark whispered under his breath, “Oh here we go,” and rolled his eyes while Joe cleared his throat. “We’ve got gourmet burgers for fast food prices, all our produce is bought from farmers around here in the area, and we even do vegetarian!  You can’t beat our quality anywhere around here, and we’ve even got a special today, two for one, everythin’ on it burgers.  Mark, did you put that sign up?” he furrowed his brow after reciting his speech, and turned to Mark, who looked embarrassed for the second time before ducking quickly under the counter and pulling out a small sign printed on computer paper and mounted on cardboard.  It actually only had the words “2 for 1 special” typed across it, so there really didn’t seem to be a point, but Sam wasn’t going to argue. 

    “That’s really great,” Sam offered, hoping that gourmet didn’t mean expensive. “How much would the burgers be?” he asked, ready to cringe and possibly walk away without any food.

    “The special is seven bucks,” Joe spoke. “And if you pay eight we throw in a bottle of cola!” Mark chimed in, and Joe grinned at him.  “There we go, see Mark? I didn’t even remember that.  You would though, you’re just loving our two for one days,” and Joe let out a hearty laugh while mark turned bright red.  Joe turned to Sam and spoke, “Yeah, Marky here started work about last summer, and he was deadset on not letting his fitness regiment get interrupted by my burgers.  It seemed like he tried his first one though only last week, and he just got hooked, and now look at ‘im, looking much less like a bean pole these days,” and Joe laughed again.  Sam didn’t like seeing Mark look so mortified about his weight, but his eyes did wander to Mark’s engorged midsection, and at the thought of him growing so much, from a thin fit person to having a gut as big and round and soft as he did…Sam would never admit it in a million years, but it was kind of…hot.

    There were a few moments of all three of them just staring at Mark’s gut before Mark tried to change the subject. “S-so, what can we make for ya?” Sam shook his head and averted his gaze to the 2 for 1 sign, his cheeks getting a little red from thinking about Mark’s gut.  “I think…yeah, the special is really a special, that’s such a good deal for two burgers and a soda.  I’ll take it, and do the burgers up however you like to, definitely with cheese please.”  Sam’s stomach gurgled audibly after he finished speaking, and Joe let out another booming laugh, “Coming right up, little guy. I’ll try to get them done as fast as possible, don’t want your stomach to eat it’s way through you!” And he ducked back through the window.

    Sam and Mark stumbled through awkward chatter about the festival while the aroma of burgers on the grill wafted through the diner, discussing some of the DJs that played and the random occurrences of people getting too rowdy.  Before they knew it, a bell chimed and Joe leaned through the window again and chirped, “Order up!” and handed Mark two stacked Styrofoam containers.  Mark opened up a mini-fridge under the counter and pulled out a bottle of coke and placed the packages and soda on the counter. That’ll be 8 dollars please,” he asked cheerfully, some of the awkwardness fading from his voice.  Sam paid, grabbed some napkins, grabbed his food and said, “thanks so much, you guys are lifesavers, my stomach’s about ready to implode” and he laughed a little.  Joe returned, “No problem, little guy! You enjoy those burgers, maybe they’ll put some meat on your bones! Glad you had fun up there with the crazies. Come back soon!”  Sam responded, “I’ll definitely remember this place, the food smells great, thanks!” and stepped back outside. 

    After getting back into his car, he could barely keep himself from ripping the Styrofoam container apart to get to the first burger.  He figured he could eat one now and save the rest for home, but looking at the first, he thought he might only be able to get through half of it: the burger was massive!  It had two patties with cheese oozing from over and between them, with thick green lettuce and what looked like mushrooms and tomatoes from the side, all of it shimmering with a thin layer of burger grease.  The buns were lightly toasted and it was all held together with one of those toothpicks with the colored cellophane top.  Sam’s mouth instantly began to water at the sight and intensified smell, and he quickly pulled the little toothpick out before grabbing the burger with both hands and shoving the side into his mouth.

    The first bite brought waves of juicy goodness, and it took all he had not to moan, the burger was so delicious! He wondered why this place was so small and wasn’t famous, but the thoughts were rushed from his mind as his stomach dictated him to eat more.  He barely finished swallowing before he took another huge bite.  The juices ran down his throat, his belly groaning with happiness that he was finally eating something.  But unbeknownst to Sam, as he was chomping away at his burger, his belly was not only filling up, it was growing. 

    It was slow at first, as if it were just his stomach getting full.  But by his fifth bite and a quarter of the huge burger being devoured, Sam’s once flat stomach was bowing out.  Little by little, it pushed forward, creeping over the waistline of his tight and growing-tighter skinny jeans, pressing against his slim fit graphic t-shirt.  It was getting softer, layers of fat building up, his modest abs being buried as his belly pushed forward.  Little love handles began to form, budding over the sides of his jeans.  By the time Sam had reached the last two bites of the burger, it looked like he had eaten a soccer ball whole, but it wasn’t that he was bloated; his new little gut was pure fat.

    As he swallowed the last tasty morsel of his burger, Sam let out a fair sized burp and a small moan of contentment.  He licked his greasy fingers clean.  As he leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed, feeling sated for the moment after his bout of gluttony, he noticed some pressure.  He figured his seatbelt must have pulled tighter was he was eating, but when he reached down to adjust it, he remembered that he hadn’t fastened it when he got back in the car.  His eyes snapped open as his hand brushed against his shirt, pushed very far out from where his stomach had been when he had begun his small feast.  He looked down, his face contorting into a look of pure horror.

    Resting in his lap was now a sizeable gut, and the pressure he felt was from no seatbelt, but the very waistline of his jeans.  Just as he was moving his trembling hand to feel his round belly, there was a small pop as his top button gave way, and his belly rushed forward another inch.  Sam whimpered, his eyes wide in disbelief, slowly prodding his new fat.  His once nearly emaciated frame now looked like it had been fed burgers three times a day for the past year.  He began to rub and squeeze this alien gut, gingerly at first, but as he continued, he began to get lost in the sensation.  He began pinching and squeezing the fleshy blob attached to him, caressing it and jiggling it.  He moaned again as he explored his gut, and he felt another pressure growing.  He was getting hard.  Just as he realized this, his belly let out a huge rumble; he was getting hungry again. 

    His dick pulsed at the thought of being so turned on by getting so fat and still being hungry.  Sam glanced over at the other container on his passenger seat.  He still had another burger.  With one hand fondling his newly expanded midsection and the other groping himself through his broken jeans, he realized that when Joe had said Mark had tried his first burger what seemed only a week ago, he really must have meant within the past few days.  Sam’s mouth began to water as he thought about how big Mark had gotten in comparison to Sam, and this was only Sam’s first burger…

    Sam decided that, after he calmed down and collected himself, he was going in and buying another Big Burger Special.