Mega Burger

The chill of winter had finally acquiesced as the sun peaked through the clouds in the middle of April one Saturday afternoon. Birds were chirping as the streets of downtown were alive with commotion. The farmer’s market was bustling, the bus stops were crowded, and kids played in the park as the denizens of downtown were simply excited to be out of the house. Nestled amongst the hodgepodge of brick buildings and newer, steely, modernist ones, was a glistening aluminum building with a neon sign that read “Mega Burger.”

Inside, Christian sat at a table, his appetite screaming in anticipation of the juicy burger and fries placed before him. He lifted the bun and the tantalizing aroma of sizzling beef and melted cheese wafted toward him. His mouth watered, and a low, appreciative “mmm” escaped his lips. Mega Burger was one of his favorite local joints and Christian was impressed by the food no matter how many days a month he stopped by.

"Man, this looks amazing," Christian said, his eyes glittering with excitement. He held the burger up, inspecting it from every angle, as if admiring a work of art.

Craig, the owner of Mega Burger, chuckled as he approached Christian, somewhat startling the young guy out of his burger reverie.

“Glad you think so, Christian. In appreciation of my favorite customer, here’s a milkshake on the house,” Craig smiled and set the extra large cup on the table before Christian.

“Oh, I can't, I didn't order this.”

“I know, but it’s your favorite, double chocolate chunk, and…” Craig considered what to say next, “you deserve it.”

“Oof,” Christian patted the paunch pushing into his lap, “you know I can’t resist.”

Craig winked at Christian and returned to the kitchen. Just as Christian took a hearty bite into the burger and his senses were flooded with the greasy satisfaction of his favorite order, the door to Mega Burger swung open and his stomach dropped. It was his girlfriend, Sarah, with displeasure plastered across her face. She was carrying a bag of fresh veggies from the farmer’s market and sat down across from Christian with a scowl.

“Wow, Christian. I can’t believe I spotted you from the window after the conversation we just had, what? Three hours ago? My god it’s like you’re an addict or something.”

Christian swallowed his food and looked down at the burger sheepishly. He didn’t want to waste this delicious moment by arguing. He didn’t want a conversation that would last until his food would grow cold. All he wanted was to fill his belly.

“I don’t know, Sarah. It’s just a burger, what’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Her voice began to rise. “We just had this conversation!”

Christian rolled his eyes and took a defiant bite of his burger while Craig watched from a distance. Sarah shook her head in disgust at Christian and then noticed Craig watching from behind the counter. He quickly looked away and pretended to be busy with something. Sarah sighed.

“Fine,” she said coldly, “get fat. Clog your arteries. Have fun.” And walked away.

Christian’s brow furrowed as he gulped down his burger in anger, no longer fully enjoying the greasy meal. He shoved some fries in his mouth and then took a big gulp of the free shake. Craig watched with sympathy. About five minutes later Christian had demolished nearly the entire meal in a fit of anger and Craig re-emerged with a blender of milkshake.

“There’s a bit left, bud,” Craig said as he topped off Christian’s glass.

Christian chuckled and shrugged to himself. He looked up at Craig and was struck by the older man’s appearance. Craig had at least ten years on Christian, but maintained a youthful and warm aura about him. His eyes were kind and his body appeared soft and strangely welcoming. Craig had a good fifty pounds of chub hanging off his former gym body yet he still looked healthy, attractive even. Christian realized he wouldn’t mind being beefy like Craig, so why did Susan care so much?

“Woman troubles?” Craig prompted.

“Yeah…” Christian sighed. “She thinks I’m getting fat,” he leaned back and grabbed the four or so inches of extra padding on his belly. “I mean she’s right, but… so what?”

“Women can be tough to please,” Craig responded.

~

Christian fished out an old pair of wine colored corduroys from the back of his closet. Everything else was in the wash. He yanked them over his thighs and ass and sucked in to button them closed. There was absolutely no way they would button. Christian looked in the mirror at his paunch and love handles and thought of Susan. They hadn’t had sex in over a week. These pants were proving to him the reason why. He cinched them closed with a rubber band, threw on an oversized sweater that covered the waistband, and headed to the office.

On his way he passed Mega Burger. The savory smell of fresh cooked french fries hung in the air and Christian’s mouth began to water. He had avoided his favorite restaurant for almost a month now, yet he hadn’t lost any weight. In fact, it felt like he had actually put on a few. As he passed the window Craig caught his eye and waved. Christian waved back, feeling guilty he no longer patronized Craig’s establishment.

Just as Christian arrived at the office, he was notified there was a sewage problem and everyone would be working from home for the rest of the week. He grabbed a chocolate bar from the kitchen and headed back home. Once again, he approached Mega Burger, only this time Craig was outside signing for a delivery.

“Hey man, haven’t seen you around,” Craig said.

He stood firmly with his feet wide apart in work boots and faded denim. His gut looked especially round in a tight black tee that hung over the leather belt at his waist. Even his chest looked beefy in his grease-stained shirt, and the chest and arm hair poking out of the collar and sleeves lent a virile air of masculinity.

Christian couldn’t help but admire Craig’s appearance. He seemed so sturdy and confident. Christian felt awkwardly pudgy in comparison, his cheap office clothes bursting at the seams from unexpected weight gain. Craig, on the other hand, was in complete command of his heft and Christian admired that.

“Yeah… I’m sorry man,” Christian said. “But you know…” Christian looked down at the rounded beer gut hanging of Craig, “I could really go for a burger, fries and shake right now.”

Craig grinned and placed a strong hand on Christian’s shoulder. “Let’s get you fed.”

~

Christian drunkenly stumbled down the steps of his apartment into the hot summer night, his belly jiggling all the way. He wore only a ribbed tank and gym shorts and looked properly fat. A thick humidity hung in the air that caused his clothes to cling to his expanded form. Christian knew he looked chubby and he didn’t care. He knew he had gained a significant amount of weight despite Sarah’s warnings months ago. He knew this was going to be an issue and so when she dumped him that night he didn’t care at all, or, at least that’s what he told himself.

With four beers and a few shots of whiskey sloshing around his belly, Christian headed straight to Mega Burger. He wasn’t particularly hungry having just eaten a burrito not too long ago, but something about Mega Burger seemed comforting. He needed to go there. He needed to be around Craig.

Christian arrived at the establishment minutes before closing. The chairs were on the tables and the floor was freshly mopped. He peeked inside and saw one skinny teen counting cash in the back. Christian muttered “fuck!” to himself as he turned his back to the locked door.

“Hey, bud!” a voice outside startled him.

Christian turned around and felt a wave of relief wash over him when he saw Craig’s smiling face. The restaurant owner was breathing heavily as though he had just completed some manual labor, causing the thick gut beneath his black tee to expand and contract enticingly. Craig smiled and there was a twinkle in his eye that stirred something within Christian.

“You lookin’ for a meal, my man?” Craig asked and wiped some sweat from his brow.

“Uh, yeah…” Christian felt suddenly shy. “I’m uh… hah! I’m drunk! But I see you’re closing up so I’ll head home…”

“Don’t worry about it, I got you bro. Come on.” Craig placed his hand on the small of Christian’s back, between his two blossoming love handles, and ushered him inside, at the same time promptly dismissing the young employee behind the register.

“Follow me back to the kitchen. I’ll whip up Craig’s off-menu specialty.”

Christian suddenly felt a swirl of desire that confused him. It wasn’t just hunger. He wanted more than the burger, he wanted… Craig? He began to perspire with anticipation. The awareness of his own lust for the burger-joint operator hit him like a wall of bricks. He followed Craig behind the counter, watching as the man’s fat rump rolled around in his faded denim with each step.

“Hey, can I grab a beer?” Christian blurted out. He needed something to get him out of his head.

Craig looked at Christian with a surprised and amorous expression. “Sure man, grab two from the fridge out front.”

Christian sipped his beer as he watched Craig get to work. He expertly sliced an onion and lettuce as the thick patty on the grill sizzled. He flipped the meat and then loaded up a blender with some cream, soft serve, and something else. Christian squinted his eyes to read the label: Mass Gainer Protein Supplement. Craig returned to the patty, flipped it again and laid a slice of pepperjack on top. He then threw the buns on the grill to toast and turned on the blender.

Christian was almost done with his beer as Craig stacked the burger together. Christian noticed the chef’s brawny arms had some burns from grease splatter. The dense hair on his forearms accentuated these bald spots. Craig reached above the stove and grabbed a squeeze bottle of sauce. His shirt rode up on one side and Christian couldn’t look away. The flesh of the man’s belly looked dense and heavy. A few red stretch marks punctuated his mass. Craig drizzled the burger with sauce, added the top bun, and handed the plate to Christian with a grin.

“Come, let’s sit,” Craig said and took a seat in the employee break area. He grunted as he lowered his mass onto the foldable chair. “These chairs are gonna collapse under me someday, I know it.”

Christian didn’t respond and just smiled awkwardly.

“Well go ahead, eat.” Craig beckoned.

Christian took a large bite and moaned in pleasure. The burger was beyond anything he had ever been served before. He closed his eyes and savored the taste. Craig pushed the glass of milkshake towards his guest with an eager glint in his eyes. Christian took a massive gulp and then dove back into his burger with gusto.

“You’ve really filled out,” Craig said. “Looks good on you.”

Christian raised his eyebrow and cocked his head while staring at the burger, “Tell my girlfriend that.” He then made eye contact with Craig, “Well, ex-girlfriend.”

“Oh?”

“Hah, yeah as of like a couple hours ago. She actually said it’s because I’m getting too fat, among other things…” Christian took another greedy bite of the burger. “Do you,” he began with his mouth full, “think I’m fat?”

Craig raised one brow. “Well stand up, let me get a good look.”

Christian looked at him skeptically. Craig nodded as if to say “I'm serious.” So Christian stood, held out his arms to shrug and let them drop. His belly jiggled from this motion. Unexpectedly, Craig stood from his chair and approached Christian.

“Let’s see here,” Craig said and put his hand on Christian’s lower back once again. He then placed his other hand on Christian’s protruding belly and said, “well…” as he gave it a long sumptuous squeeze. He looked Christian in the eye, their faces inches apart and continued: “Feels good to me.” His fingers sunk in deeper and clenched into a claw-like grip so that he could give Christian’s new heft a good jiggle. “You’re getting porky for sure.” Craig grabbed the burger from the table and held it to Christian’s mouth. Without question Christian took a bite and Craig continued in a low sensuous voice: “Does it feel good to you?”

Christian nodded his head as his cock began to pitch a tent in his shorts.

“I bet it does,” Craig continued and then held the straw of the milkshake to Christian’s lips. “You’re about the size I was at your age. I remember those first thirty pounds, the thick cozy insulation,” he patted Christian’s belly, “piling up on my middle as I indulged in burgers and shakes and pizza and pasta. I bet this is only the beginning for you.”

Christian finished the burger and clutched the shake in both hands, gulping it down as Craig’s hands explored the freshly swollen curves of Christian’s body. Craig shifted behind his prey so that his belly fat was fully pressed against Christian. Both men were sweating and breathing heavily as Craig rubbed Christian’s shoulders, and then wrapped his hands around and squeezed Christian’s gooey tits. Christian began emitting a strange whimpering moan he had never heard before. He didn’t know what was going on but he felt like putty in Craig’s hands.

Craig reached beneath Christian’s soaked tank to cup the warm mound of fuzzy underbelly pooching out over his waistband and whispered in Christian’s ear: “Have you ever been with a guy before?”

Christian nodded and struggled to get out: “Yes, uh… in college. A couple times.”

Craig’s other hand slipped beneath Christian’s shorts and cupped his robustly chunky ass cheek. The fat was gooey soft and striated with stretch marks. The crack had a smattering of hair matted down with sweat. Craig’s breathing grew quicker as he fondled the ass fat in one hand.

“Did you ever bottom?”

Christian shook his head ‘no’ and swallowed nervously. Despite his nerves, his back instinctually arched and his rump parted open for Craig’s callused hands. The burgermeister softly inserted his pointer finger, needing only the man’s sweat as lubrication. Christian let out a muffled “oh” and reached for his cock. A second finger garnered a bigger reaction. Christian frantically stroked himself and Craig realized the young virgin might bust too quickly.

He spun the burger-filled-boy around and the two desperately made out. Christian frantically pawed at the older man’s curves, tearing off his T-shirt and then his own tank so their sweaty flesh could comingle. Christian pressed his baby belly into Craig’s much larger gut with such gusto they fell against the nearby counter. Craig removed his counterpart’s shorts to reveal white Calvin’s staining against a soaking wet erection. He got Christian completely nude and then took the man’s throbbing erection in his mouth. Immediately, Christian started to convulse and Craig pulled back. The young chub was feral and on the brink of orgasm.

Craig made an executive decision and bent Christian over the countertop, Christian’s sweaty belly plopped against the metal surface and spread out beneath him. His bubble butt wobbled in the air. Craig held the magnificently chubby round cheeks apart and ate the hole out briefly before lubing it up with some nearby coconut oil. He dropped his own trow and tapped his erection against the fluffy cheeks. Craig saddled up to his bottom by grabbing both love handles and slowly entering Chrsitan’s tight hole.

“Oh fuck!” Christian bellowed.

Craig did as he was told. Once he was fully inside he lifted up his own belly and dropped it onto Christian’s lower back.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Christian exclaimed.

Craig got to work clapping Christian’s cheeks. It didn’t take long before Christian was yanking at his cock and holding back an orgasm. Both men jiggled vociferously, sweat pouring from their bodies and expletives echoing from their mouths.

“Yes, oh god,” Christian proclaimed as he noticed the jar of coconut oil nearby. “Yeah, fuck me! Fuck me, Craig!” He lubed up his cock and thrusted his rear against Craig, his vision going white. “Ohhhh yess! Yes, yes, YES!”

Christian’s cock splattered come all over the kitchen. Craig, surprised by the magnitude and length of the eruption, began to come himself. He smacked Christian’s fat hips as they jiggled against the force of his ejaculation.

“Oh, fuck… Holy, ohhhh!” Craig moaned deeply as he filled his chubby bottom up with cream.

~

Christian sat on the couch, his belly filling his lap after a big breakfast. A belch provided some much needed relief. He grabbed a shoe, swung his right ankle onto his knee, and shoved the shoe onto his foot. His belly was always in the way these days and this maneuver was the most efficient. He put on the other shoe and then sighed. Walking to work was becoming something of a chore, but he remained committed to the bit.

He stood up and looked in the mirror. The buttons on his shirt were straining but there was nothing he could do about that. All of his shirts were like this and it was too warm to throw a sweater over it. His pants were also snug and starting to wear out between the thighs. He needed to go shopping. It was just so much effort. He headed out the door and made his way to work.

Not too long ago he could speed walk to the office in about ten minutes. These days, he allowed for twenty minutes. Thirty if he planned to stop for a pastry. He walked with a slow lumber enjoying the fresh air and trying to ignore the way his thighs were chafing or his back rolls were sweating. He turned a corner and ran straight into a woman frantically speed walking while on the phone.

“Oh, Sarah?” he was surprised to see his ex after all this time.

She looked at him confused, and then her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. “Oh my god,” she looked from Christian’s face down to his bulbous belly bursting at the seams of his shirt. “Christian? Wow.”

Chrisitan smiled half-heartedly.

“I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am. You really are a,” she seemed to struggle for the words, “big guy.” Her disbelief hung in the air. “I’m sorry, but I’m late for a meeting.”

“Of course, see yuh,” Christian said.

As Sarah rushed off Christian could hear her return to her phone call: “I just ran into my ex… Yeah, the fat one, Christian. My god he’s ballooned. I swear to god he must have gained a hundred pounds and he was already fat when I dumped him.”

The encounter threw Christian off a bit. He stopped into a cafe to grab a coffee and a pastry to help himself calm down. Both were anxiously consumed in under five minutes. The sugar lifted his spirits and he continued his walk to work. A slight detour led him to Mega Burger.

“Hey, Christian!” the young guy at the register said. “I’ll get Craig for you.”

Craig came out from the kitchen with a big smile and a greasy to-go bag. He handed the food to Christian and planted a big kiss on his lips. Their bellies bumped into each other as they embraced, their arms barely able to reach past one another’s shoulders. In the past month or so, Christian officially clocked in as the heavier of the two. He had a good fifteen pounds on his hubby, and given that he was a couple inches shorter, it was noticeable too. Craig patted his boyfriend’s belly.

“Have a good day, babe.”

“Thanks. I love you.”

“Love you too.”