=========================== BIG BURGER

by Luxemburg Skunk

Note: This is a work of fiction with adult themes. This story was originally written via IM at the request of one of the author's online friends. No pre-planning was put into this story.

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"Welcome to Big Burger. May I take your order?" asks a rather husky canine from behind the fast food counter.

He hates working here, the looks he gets from the customers he gets due to what he does and his size. He wasn't always this way. Not much more than a year ago he was a fit, athletic pup and played on the high school baseball team. But, he needed money and to get that he needed a job. Fourteen months of working at Big Burger and eating the free meals he gets as an employee have taken a toll on his body as his wasteline grew and grew and his body got less and less athletic.

He got dropped from the baseball team last month when he couldn't even run the bases without losing his breath. "When I quit this job," he would often mutter to himself, "I'm gonna get back into shape and back into sports."

A few hours later, he leaves the burger joint and walks towards the bus stop to go home. That's when it happens -- his whole world goes dark as a bag is put over his head. The last thing he remembers before blacking out completely is the sweet smell of freshly-cooked french fries....

He awoke hours later. The sun is already up.

"What happened? Where am I? Is it morning already?" the canine asked nobody in particular.

He got an unexpected reply from nobody.

"Oh yes, it is morning. And as for what happened, I've been watching you for months now. Watching you grow. Watching you get short of breath just by walking from the dining room to behind the counter at the restaurant. And I've decided it was finally time to take you home to me."

From out of the shadows stepped a orange-and-black striped tiger. It was his assistant manager, a bengal tiger six years his senior.

"You think it was just the job and the free meals that made you as big as you've become? Each time I've been the one making those meals, putting in an extra patty, extra cheese -- all in the hopes that you'd eat it all and eat more and more."

The pup just stared at his assistant manager, then said "I am so getting fired for this, you ass!"

He shouldn't have said that. The tiger pounced upon the very chubby 16 year-old and snapped some bracers onto his soft, padded wrists. The pup didn't give much of a fight even though he wanted to -- he simply couldn't as much of what were toned, strong muscles months ago have transitioned into soft mounds of pure fat.

"There, not getting away from this bed now for quite a while. You might as well just accept this and get comfortable, pup, because this'll be you new home from here on out."

The tiger leaves for the next room and, soon after, the chubby pup struggles against his restraings, but gives up after only a few minutes as he loses his breath and his heard thumps hard in his chest from the physical activity.

The bengal returns a short while later and inserts the hose he brought with him into the canine's muzzle, latching his maw tightly closed around it by tightly tying a rope around it. The pup tries to protest, but his muffled voice carries to weight with the older feline.

"I hope you like this. Actually, I'm sure you will," heckles the tiger. "After all, you're about to be fed a literal truck-load of liquified Big Burger meals for the next few weeks."

As he left the room, the tiger flipped a switch on the wall.

"Enjoy your meal."

The door closed behind him as he left and the chubby canine was alone once again, kept company only by a faint humming coming from the other side of the wall.

Soon enough, he smelled french fries again, then soon tasted it on his tongue as a sludge of liquified Super Big Burgers, french fries, and milkshakes oozed into his muzzle. Forced to swallow as it flowed out of the hose, the fattening fast food flowed directly into his stomach -- finding that he can only take breaths between bursts of the unhealthy food as more and more of it entered his muzzle and, almost immediately afterwards, down his throat.

This went on for what seemed like months even though it had only been twenty some-odd days. He would be force-fed thousands and thousands of calories and fat grams each day from the fast food. He only saw the tiger a few times each day as the feline would come in the room to bathe him and empty his bed pan. Every so often the tiger would take a tape measure to his body, but that stopped about a week ago as he outgrew the length of the measure.

Finally, after nearly thirty days of nothing but consuming the liquified fast food the pump stopped chugging and the sludge stopped flowing into his muzzle. Having become accustomed to this new way of life, the now enormously obese canine almost felt an emptiness inside of him.

The latch on the bedroom door clicks and in walked the tiger.

"Well," he said, "the food's all done. You've eaten it all -- exactly the same amount of food that the entire Big Burger restaurant goes through serving all of its customers over the course of a month, and might I say you've never looked better."

The tiger undoes the restraints and removes the hose from the pup's muzzle, knowing that there's no way the canine would be able to escape in the shape he was in.

The one-time high school baseball player was now one big soft mass of fat sitting upon a bed that weeks ago gave way to the pup's ever-increasing weight. The tiger runs his paws along the pup's fat legs, plump hips, and his enormous stomach that easily looks like an over-stuffed bean bag.

The tiger then cupped his paw over the end of the pup's enormous and flabby moob. Playing at the pup's nipple, the tiger lowers his muzzle to it and begins to lick and suck at it. The pup, who detested the tiger once all this began, found himself strangely liking the older feline's attention.

After massaging and licking at the obese canine's enormous moobs, the tiger looks up at the extremely fat pup and locks eyes with him.

"Do you now like being here with me, pup?" he asks.

The canine nods, the fat on his cheeks and neck jiggling slightly.

"Would you like your dessert now?"

Again, the obese canine teen nods.

The tiger gets up and walks around the canine's enormous body and cradles him down so he's laying on his back, the strain of the pup's breathing easily heard as his massive body makes it difficult for him to do nearly anything at all. The tiger positions himself so his crotch is right next to the pup's chubby muzzle as he undoes his shorts, allowing them to drop to the floor and exposing his hardened barbed member.

Almost like he knew exactly what to do, the fat pup opened his maw and accepted the hard felinehood into his muzzle.

Grabbing hold of a fold of the canine's fat, the tiger begins to pump his cock in and out of the teen's muzzle, the pup sucking feeling wonderful on the tiger's member.

"Ooh, that's right. You know exactly how to use your muzzle." said the tiger as he moaned aloud.

Moments later, he stopped thrusting and simply held his member in the pup's maw, hilted agains his plump lips. The canine simply kept sucking and swallowing just like he had been the liquified fast food the previous thirty days.

The milking driving the tiger to the edge, he squeezed the pup's fat fold causing the canine to moan lustfully. His moan was cut short as spurts of the feline's salty cream began to coat the inside of the canine's muzzle.

Greedily, the pup swallowed down all he could, enjoying the feeling of it going down his throat and into his already distended belly.

The tiger pats the pup on his head and withdraws his member from the pup's muzzle.

"That's a good boy. Here..." the tiger said as he sat down next to the immobilly-obese canine teen and turns on the television. "Let's watch some baseball."