Pig's Feed: The Hamburger

Story number two in the series. Once again, if you enjoy this please donate some gp's so I can upgrade and get more space and a book item for future stories.


Pig's Feed:

The Hamburger
By BSfan

Melanie and Yakov sat hand in hand at the local McDonalds, enjoying light conversation over a pair of Big Macs. Yakov looked lovingly into Melanie’s eyes, wiping a bit of ketchup off of her double chin.

“Do you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?” Yakov smiled, his left hand sliding underneath the table, rubbing his girlfriends large middle.

“They don’t call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?” Melanie smiled and let out of sigh of elation as she enjoyed another bite of her burger.

“No my dear. They have the metric system. They call it a Royale with Cheese.” Yakov pinched her stomach playfully, rolling her fat between his fingers. She let out of soft squeal of joy.

“A Royale with Cheese? Man the metric system is stupid.” Melanie laughed a bit too loudly as Yakov continued to rub her stomach, squeezing flesh.

“What do they call a Big Mac?” Melanie purred as Yakov continued with his massage and she took another large bite from her burger.

“Le Big Mac.” Yakov smiled and took a bite from his own burger.

“Weird.” Melanie finished off her Big Mac and reached for the still wrapped hamburger. Suddenly she felt Yakov pinch her again and let out another squeal of delight.

“Cut it out piggy!” This remark came from a woman sitting across the room. It drew a few snickers from the crowd. Yakov watch as she gently munched on her salad. Before Melanie could reach it, Yakov snatched the burger from the table. He slowly made his way over to the thin, athletic looking woman. She turned to him, her amber colored hair falling behind her shoulders.

“What’s you name Miss?” Yakov tilted his head as he took up the seat directly across from the model-type girl.

“Jennifer.” She took another small bite out of her salad. Suddenly, she became entranced by the handsome man in front of her. She dropped her plastic fork and Yakov pushed the salad aside.

“Well Jenny…” Yakov went to continue to speak, but the woman rose her hand to stop him.

“Jennifer.” She coldly reminded him of her name. Yakov shook his head as he slowly began to unwrap the hamburger in his hand.

“Well… Jennifer, it’s quite odd that a woman like you would come to a place like this, sit alone at a table near the register, and, amongst many other fine comestibles, choose to eat merely a salad. Care to explain yourself?” Yakov leaned down to look straight into Jennifer’s eyes. Jennifer looked toward the cash register.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Jennifer continued to stare at the register, and it was then that Yakov realized what, more specifically, who she was looking at. A rather heavy woman, wearing a uniform she was beginning to grow out of continued to look over at the table and then look away nervously. Jennifer would simply rub her flat stomach. Yakov understood.

“Oh, you know that fine young lady.” Yakov smiled, looking at the overly plump young lady with raven hair behind the counter.

“You’re tormenting her. That’s not very nice.” Yakov shook his head, pondering the cruelness of some members of society. Before Jennifer even made her next remark, he knew he would need to teach her a lesson.

“You mean Doris? Who cares? She’s a pig.” Her final remark sealed the deal. Yakov slowly finished unwrapping the tool of his instruction until the greasy hamburger was completely exposed. He held it near her nose. At first she shuddered in disgust. Then, as if overcome with an amazing hunger, she leaned in, smelling the richness of the fattening burger, her nose almost touching it.

“That’s pretty mean. She might have a bit of an appetite issue, but we can’t all be blessed with such willpower as yours. Furthermore, there’s no reason to torment someone for working in a fast food place. They are a proud and industrious people. Many of them are just using this as a stepping stone and will go on to bigger and better things. Why not enjoy some real food?” Yakov moved his hand just an inch, but it was far enough to stick the burger right against Jennifer’s nose smearing it with grease and ketchup. He moved back just enough to allow Jennifer to open her mouth and take a bite of the burger. He allowed Jennifer to wrap her hands around the greasy morsel. Bite after bite she began to take, but between bites the burger always grew back as Yakov spell began to take effect. The room began to spin. Colors blended into the solitary purple blur. Yakov took a seat across from Jennifer, resting his chin on his hand as he talked.

“You, my dear, have never been one for salads. You’re a steak and potatoes kind of girl. Actually, you’re a fast food kind of girl. It’s quick. It’s cheap. It’s delicious. Luckily for you, your metabolism was always able to counteract your incredible appetite and keep your model figure. Unfortunately that all changed about two years ago. That’s when your metabolism crashed.” He smiled as immediately her six pack abs melted into a spongy pot belly. Her face puffed out with the start of a double chin. Her thighs expanded and her butt widened.

“You were the talk of all the parties that summer, but it wasn’t for good reasons. All your “friends” laughed behind your back about how much weight you had gained. There was much talk about your bikini figure.” Yakov stood and immediately the table and chairs disappeared. Jennifer’s entire wardrobe changed as well. She found herself standing, still eating the hamburger, now clad in a too small bikini her new found pudge fully exposed.

“They talked about your thunder thighs and your bubble butt and your pot belly. They took bets on how much you weighed and they tried to peg down how you would continue to grow.” Yakov poked and prodded Jennifer’s paunch. This momentarily brought her out of her trance. She gasped and let out a quick snort as she noticed her podgy body. Desperately she tried to cling to memories of her old, toned body in her old reality, but soon the burger entranced her again. Yakov continued poking and pinching. Occasionally Jennifer would come out of her trance momentarily and moan at her flabby body as Yakov shook her thighs and stroked the start of her double chin. He seemed to pull on it and stretch it out further.

“The fall you began your treacherous road of the yo-yo dieter.” Jennifer’s body shrank. Thinner then it was a moment ago, it still lacked the tone of her original frame. In another second she had expanded to an even heavier point. Her pot belly was larger and bounced up and down as she chewed on the hamburger. Her thighs began to touch and her widening ass began to put terrific strain on her bikini bottom. Her face grew puffy and spotted with acne. Again she shrank, but not quite to the size she was before. Her double chin shrank but remained, still giving her face a chubby look. Her pot belly, though minimized, was still there. Soon she ballooned again, and shrank again, but this time she looked the same as she did when Yakov made the first transformation. As she continued transforming Jennifer shrunk and grew. Never quite shrinking back thinner weight she had been to just moments before, and always growing past her previous heaviest weight. Conscious to what was going on, but helpless to do anything, as all she could do was munch on the burger; Jennifer became disgusted by what she was becoming.

“Eventually the next summer came.” Yakov smiled as Jennifer stood in front of him, straining the bikini to its maximum. Her formerly toned, 110 pound frame was now a flabby 200 pounds. Her spare tire expanded outward and sank down over her bikini bottoms. Her ass stretched them so tight that the fabric was merely being held together by magic. Her breasts had only expanded about a cup size, but they sagged and strained her bikini top. Her arms were beefy and jiggled as she continued to stuff herself with the hamburger. On top of her fat body was her piggish face, complete with puffy acne covered cheeks and a doughy double chin. Her nose became wider and she began to snort like a pig as she began taking bigger bites of the greasy hamburger, faster.

“For the first month, you tried to deny your size, strutting around in your bikini, but by July the shame was too much. Your former “friends” mocked you horribly. To them, you were nothing more then a disgusting pig that had no business showing off her curves in a swimsuit. You hid. You hid in your house, and you ate.” Yakov gave Jennifer’s pendulous belly a poke as she began to expand further. Between bites her distinct groan could be hear coming from her mouth.

“Eventually, a total outcast, come fall you resigned yourself to being fat.” As Jennifer continued to expand, every part of her, outside of her breasts, grew immensely. Her breasts merely quivered as they grew slightly and sagged a little more. Every thing else was sent into a fierce jiggled as time progressed and the pounds piled on sending her well past 250. As her gut and love handles expanded, along with her thunder thighs and wobbly ass cheeks, the bikini bottom began to tear. As the bikini finally exploded its place was taken by a large pair of bicycle shorts, clinging to her giant ass and exposing her chunky thighs as they smashed together. Her bikini top was replaced by a black sports bra, squashing down her breasts and fully exposing her large, jiggly muffin top. Her hair, thinned, stringy, and greasy, was tied back in a limp pony tail, exposing her fat piggy face, covered in acne.

“This summer you made one last attempt to get in shape. You failed miserably and ending up just becoming a sweaty, stinky mess. So you went back into hiding in your house, only coming out for a not so occasional splurge on the dollar menu.” Jennifer continued to expand, her body becoming incredibly large and seemingly covered in a thin layer of grease and sweat. She began to smell of incredible BO.

“You continued to expand and eventually you took a job here to support your craving for fast food. You work for Doris. She’s the manager. In school you used to make fun of her. Then, when you became fat you simply ignored her. Now, you’re much bigger then she is. You’re much more of a slob then she is. When you were thin you bossed her around and always got your way. Now she gives you the orders. You sit in the back and make the orders most of the time, but occasionally you work the register. You’re not very personable, but you always seem to end up here when your former “friends” arrive, order salads, and sit around making fun of you. Tormenting you with their bodies, bodies the likes of which you used to have. This causes you to eat more. Don’t get too used to Doris. She won’t be here forever. IN a year or two she’ll be off to bigger and better things. She’ll become very successful while you waste your life here.” Yakov smiled as Jennifer groaned and expanded further, still eating, finally starting to make some real progress on the hamburger. Her exercise wear was replaced by an overly tight McDonalds uniform, struggling to accommodate her now 350 pound frame. The seams barely contained her mammoth ass and tree trunk like thighs.

“Now Jenny, why don’t you finish off that hamburger? I think your break is almost up.” Jenny polished off the hamburger with a piggish squeal and a loud burp. For a moment, as the color returned and she heard a bit of laughter from a nearby table, she rejected her new self. She screamed inside over the thing she had become, and desperately grasped at her gut, trying to remember what her six pack abs felt like. She felt her thighs rub together and nearly screamed for real as a small, rather unladylike fart, escaped her lard filled rear end. Then everything in her head became a blur as her new reality set in. Occasionally she would dream of her old self, she would remember the transformation, and wake up screaming, sweating more then usually. Then her new reality would set in again and she forget everything else. For now, that was what was happening. Her previous life was drifting away as her new one took over. One last time she screamed inside, but it was only for a moment, as her new reality took a complete hold. The final nailed was hammered in by the voice of much more confident Doris.

“Hey Jenny! Get over here. Break’s over. You’re on register.” Doris looked at her rather incompetent employee and shook her head as she slowly waddled her way behind the counter. Jenny’s uniform shirt was clearly stained with food and sweat, and the bit of ketchup from earlier was still on her nose. She lazily took her place at register number two, praying for a slow lunch hour.

As if on cue, a flock of Jenny’s former “friends” came gliding through the door, their thin, toned bodies glistening. They made there way to Jenny’s register, their leader began to berate the poor obese girl.

“Hey Rudolph, how you gonna guide Santa’s sleigh if you’re too fat to get of the ground.” She laughed and her troupe of cronies laughed with her. One of them shouted across the register.

“I’m afraid if we order you’ll eat it all before we can get it.” This brought about another bout of laughter. Jenny clumsily smeared the ketchup as she tried to wipe it off her nose. Her face did a nice job camouflaging it as it changed color accordingly. Having quite enough of watching the harassment of her employee, Doris stepped in front of her.

“Jenny, why don’t you take fry duty. I’ll handle this.” Doris nodded at Jenny, who slowly waddled off to the back. She turned back to the pack of hardbodies.

“Oh look. Our fatty as been replaced by a slightly smaller fatty.” One of the thin girls replied with this audacious lie. Doris was a good hundred pounds thinner then Jenny. Doris was in no mood to take any crap.

“Listen here you skinny bitches. I don’t have the time or the patience to deal with your attitude. Either order your diet cokes and salads, or get off my line!” Doris stood up taller, exuding confidence. The girls, sticking their noses in the air, decided to come back another time and retreated out the door. Doris calmly served the next customer, a kind, plump middle-aged woman.

Jenny sat down in the back, not quite in the mood to go back to working just yet. Her ass fanned on the seat, and her stomach rested on her thick thighs which made her unable to cross her legs. She slowly unwrapped another burger and began cramming it into her piggish face. It was gone all too quickly so she moved on to a second, and a third.

Back by the door, Yakov went back to massaging his girlfriend as she polished off her burger. She slowly got up, her tummy wobbling and poking out from under her shirt. Yakov pinched it playfully as they began to head out the door.

“Do you know what’s in the McDonalds’ secret sauce?” Yakov inquire his delicious girlfriend. She smiled and licked her lips at the thought of another burger.

“I don’t know. What’s in it?” Melanie rested her head on Yakov’s shoulder as they exited.

“It’s just Russian dressing.” Yakov laughed as the shocking revelation hit Melanie like a ton of bricks.

“No.” She gasped and rubbed her soft stomach. Yakov just laughed again. He rested his hand on her portly posterior and the two walked, and waddled, off into the sunset.