Jackson closed the car door with his hip, carrying the last of the boxes. He made his way across the sidewalk and cut through the grass, ignoring the twisting path that lead to the door. The black bear huffed as he tried to balance the box and climb the stairs. When he finally reached the landing, he leaned against his door to catch his breath. He had just composed himself when the door swung open.
	"That the last of it?" A light gray, smiling husky greeted him from the doorway. Jack nodded. "Great! I've just about finished unpacking the essentials." His arms wrapped around the box and gently lifted it. Jack gladly handed over his burden.
	"Thanks, Kyle." Kyle made a soft 'mmhmm' sound, turned, and carried the package to the far side of the room. Jack quietly closed the door and crossed to the futon. He sighed as he sat back, leaning into the sturdy frame. It creaked slightly under his weight. Since the bedding had yet to be unpacked, it was currently bare;  only a black mattress sat on the folding frame. 
	Their new apartment was a simple 'one room' design. To the left of the door, the futon functioned as couch and bed. It was positioned in front of a modest entertainment center. Across from the futon - on the other side of the door - there was a quaint kitchenette. It was composed of narrow counter tops which stretched from just near the door, wrapped around the corner of the room, and then jutted out perpendicular to the wall. There was a small dining area behind the kitchenette, next to the only window. The window formed a long arch, and was separated into three panes. 
	The bathroom was walled off from the main room, and was just behind the futon. Its door faced the dining area. There were boxes piled everywhere, though most were on the small dining table. The cabinets, which hung from the ceiling above the kitchenette counters, were already stocked with dishes and such. There was some small shelving nailed to the walls in places, and some taller shelves stood between the kitchenette and the dining area.
	Jack had just started dozing off when Kyle dropped down next to him. He opened his eyes and turned to face his partner. Kyle was still smiling. "What is it?" The husky slid closer to the bear, and put an arm over his shoulder.
	"You're just so damned cute when you nod off like that." Jack returned the gesture; he wrapped a big paw around his mate and pulled him closer. He was head and shoulders taller than Kyle, and the husky felt as though he were being swallowed into Jack's soft fur. The bear then bent down, nuzzled into the others neck, and sighed.
	"Mmmh. I've been carrying boxes around all day." He closed his eyes and leaned back into the futon. His shirt had lifted up a bit, and left a strip of soft, fuzzy fur exposed. He felt a hand slip up under his shirt and rub his belly.
	"Hungry? I think you've earned a break." Jackson's ears flushed a bit; he'd been with Kyle for a few months now, but they had yet to get very intimate. “We can stop by the restaurant and get a bite. I've still got to pick up your uniform from the boss.” Kyle worked at Fast Burger, a decent fast food joint. When they had met, Jack worked in a small bakery, but it had since closed. Kyle had talked to his boss, who had gladly accepted Jack as a new employee.
	“Sounds good, hon. You driving?” 
	Jack sat in the passenger's seat, feeling anxious. He'd met the boss before, but he was still a bit nervous about the new job. He took a quick glance at his belly. His shirt was safely tucked down into his jeans. He zipped up his jacket, though, just to be safe. 
	When they entered the restaurant they were greeted by Rick, the boss. The large, boisterous rhino wore a greasy athletic tank. It rode up a few inches above his waist band, strained by a large belly which engulfed his sides and lower back. He called out, a spatula in one hand while his other was raised in greeting. 
	“Kyle, Jackson! I was wondering when you'd show up.” Kyle leaned against the front counter while Jack favored the stool beside him. 
	“Hey, Boss. We're here to grab Jack's uniform, and a few burgers to go.”  He gave the boss a playful wink. 
	“To go? Don't tell me you don't plan on staying! Come on, sit down. I'll grab your uniform, Jack.” He left the spatula with an employee and rushed to the back of the store. Kyle smiled at Jack and shrugged. Jack just smiled and gestured to the stool beside him. Rick came back holding the uniform, which was folded over a single hangar. He sat it on the counter in front of Jack. “Just a few burgers?” Kyle nodded. Rick took his spatula back. You sure, Kyle? You've got no ambition.”
	Kyle laughed. “Come on, Boss! I've told you, there's no way I could eat that much.” Jack raised and eyebrow. 
	“Inside joke?” Rick had just put some patties on to cook.
	“The Fast Burger challenge.” Kyle rolled his eyes while Rick spoke. “I've been trying to get Kyle to try it for over a year now.”
	“Do I look like I could eat that much food?”
	“Nope. I mean, look at yourself, kid! It ain't healthy being that skinny. You could do with a few extra burgers now and then.” He winked at the two of them. 
	“What do you have to do?” Jack asked Kyle. 
	“You have to eat ten double cheeseburgers in thirty minutes.”
	“And the fries,” Rick added.
	“And the fries.” Kyle smiled. Rick smiled and looked up.
	“Why? You feeling up to it?” Jack started to shake his head when Kyle spoke up.
	“He's been hungry all day. Wouldn't stop complaining about it.” Jack looked at Kyle, who stuck his tongue out. 
	“ Hungry? I can deal with hungry.” Rick was still smiling. 
	“What do you win?” 
	“Free meals for a year.” Jack shrugged.
	“I don't know....” Kyle smiled at him. 
	“You sure, hon? It would definitely make paying the bills easier.” Rick laughed. 
	“How 'bout it, kid? If you manage to finish it all, I'll let you both eat free!” 
	Jack thought for a bit, and eventually agreed. Rick put more patties on and put some fries in the fryer. It wasn't long before a large plate was placed in front of Jack, ringed with large burgers with a sizable mound of fries in the middle. 
	“Dig in, kid!” Dig in he did. He even unzipped his jacket after the third burger. It proved too much, though, and he ran out of time halfway through the fifth. He leaned back on the stool and sighed. Rick chuckled.
	“Well, at least I know you've got different clothes now.” Jack looked down at his shirt in dismay. It was splattered with ketchup and grease. Kyle handed him some napkins while Rick put the rest of the burgers in styrofoam containers. “Maybe next time, kid.”
	They ate some of the burgers for dinner that night, and Jack really hoped that Kyle didn't notice him take a second. They were very good. He spent a few extra minutes in the bathroom before bed, standing naked on the scale. It read 256. 

***

 Jack woke in the middle of the night. In his dream, he had sat naked on the futon. It was folded down in the bed position, and he was immobile in the center of it. He wasn't restrained or paralyzed, though; he was massive. He was so large that the futon creaked under his weight. Saliva dribbled down his chins while he ate one of Rick's burgers. Rick was in the kitchenette, making more. He talked a lot, but his words didn't register with Jack.  The gargantuan bear was too busy chewing to care. There were packed suitcases sitting by the door ; a faceless husky picked them up. He walked out unnoticed as Rick held up a heaping platter to the bear. Jack took a burger in each hand, warm grease running down his rotund arms and dripping down on his numerous chins. 
	The covers had been kicked to the foot of the bed. Jack looked at Kyle. The husky was close to him, one arm stretched across the bear's belly. He was sound asleep. 

***

	The first day of work was going well. Rick and Kyle instructed him constantly, considering he had only ever baked. It was past lunch hour, and business was slowing. Rick gave them both a half-hour break. Neither of them smoked, so they sat at the counter instead. 
	“You kids hungry?” Rick was still behind the counter, flipping a few patties. Kyle nodded.
	“A bit. Jack?” Jack nodded as well. Rick tossed together a couple of burgers, and sat one in front of Kyle who immediately took a bite. He paused in front of Jack. He wore a wide grin.
	“Say... you wouldn't want to have another go, would you?” Jack shook his head.
	“No thanks, boss. I'm still reeling from yesterday.” Kyle smiled at his partner. 
	“No? You sure, kid? Skinny here's wimped out on me more times than I can count.” Kyle swallowed. 
	“Hey now. You may be able to shovel down twenty burgers a week, but I'm sure as hell not built for that kind of feeding.”
	“Don't let him dissuade ya', Jack. How 'bout this – I'll let you try for half off. It's a win-win! If you manage it, you'll both get free meals for a year. If you fail, well...” Rick's grin grew wider. “You guy's won't have to buy dinner later.” Kyle seemed to think about that. He looked at Jack.
	“I don't mind having burgers again.” Jack thought about the previous night. He looked up at Rick, the tips of his ears red.
	“S...sure.” He managed to finish the fifth burger this time, but ultimately failed. He looked down at his uniform to find that he had, once again, spilled grease down the front of himself. 
	“Don't worry 'bout it.” Rick smiled as he packaged the leftovers. “That's how customers know we enjoy our own food.”
 	It was getting dark when they got back to their apartment. Jack went  to change while Kyle put the food in the fridge. When they were both cleaned up, they sat on the futon. Jack sighed.
	“How many burgers are left?” Kyle chuckled.
	“We could open our own chain.” Jack's t-shirt felt a little tight around the middle. He was already hungry again.
	“Wanna eat?” Kyle stood.
	“Sure. Stay right there, hon. I'll heat 'em up.” They ate on the futon that night. Kyle put two burgers on his plate, leaving the rest in the containers. “We should eat as many as we can. They don't sit for too long.”
	“All right.” Jack smiled a little, but he was secretly ecstatic. These burgers were amazing, and he had an excuse to eat as many as he wanted. He had finished two before Kyle was done with his first. Halfway through the third, he sat up a little straighter. He felt his ears burn as he tried to hide his erection. He didn't stop eating, though, and he prayed that Kyle didn't notice. He slowed down on the fourth, and finished at a crawl when Kyle was done with his second. 
	“Done already?” Jack nodded as he slid the container away. Kyle looked into it. “Come on, hon. There's only one left.” Jack gave a long, low sigh of a belch.
	“Errrgh... I don't think I can....”
	“Nonsense....” Kyle slid the container back to his partner. “You ate five earlier today, didn't you?” Jack reached for the burger, and his fingers sank into the soggy bun. Grease ran down his fingers and dripped onto his shirt. He took a bite and chewed slowly. He swallowed, and let out another low burp. 
	It was a slow process, but Kyle insisted. When Jack swallowed the final bite, he leaned back into the futon. His eyes were drooping when he caught a whiff of something slightly spicy. Kyle held the styrofoam container up to him and smiled. “Now the fries.”
	Kyle tossed the containers in the trash while Jack headed for the bathroom. “Hon?” Jack looked over at the husky. He was folding down the futon.
	“I've gotta change my shirt.” Kyle took him by the hand and gently pushed him toward the futon.
	“Don't worry about it. Get some sleep, okay?” Jack laid back as the lights went out, then Kyle was there again, his arm stretched across his stomach. 
 	As Kyle's eyes got used to the dark, he could hear Jack's breathing deepen. He pressed himself closer to the black bear, glancing again through the dark at both his partner's tented shorts and the inch of belly that now  peeked beneath his shirt.

***

The dream was a bit different this time. He was considerably larger, and the futon literally bowed beneath his quivering, rolling form. He had trouble moving his arms, and the burgers were piling up on the platter beside him. Jack still didn't listen to what Rick was saying, and he struggled to take a bite as the faceless husky left the apartment.

***

Two weeks had passed. Jack was getting on well at work, and was actually having fun. He declined the challenge often, but the others managed to talk him into trying a few more times. He had managed to finish the sixth burger now, and had even made a valiant attempt at the seventh. On the nights that he did attempt the challenge, Kyle only ate one burger. Jack ate the rest. 
	He stepped out of the shower and onto the scale. It read 308. He had gained more than fifty pounds. He looked in the mirror and turned to see himself in profile. His stomach was definitely more pronounced, and even drooped a bit. His love handles stood out much farther than he remembered, and his rump was softer than ever. He decided that his face was getting round, and while it wasn't very noticeable, if he tilted his head down, he definitely had a second chin. 
	He squirmed a lot on the way to work. His uniform had been getting uncomfortable. As he cooked throughout the day, he kept adjusting his shirt and running a finger around the hem of his pants. They were biting into his waist rather painfully. On break, he stepped in the bathroom to check the damage. His pants had been so tight that they left a red ring around his waist. He zipped them back up, but didn't button them. They felt much better. 
	While his shirt didn't quite ride up his belly, it wouldn't tuck into his pants any more. It followed snugly along the curve of his body, and the hem hung loose a few inches in front of his pants. He needlessly flushed the toilet, and sighed. 
	After closing, he waited until Kyle was busy draining the fryers. Rick was off cleaning the stoves when he approached him. He spoke quietly.
	“Hey, Boss, there's something I wanted to ask you....” Rick turned and smiled. 
 	“Jackson!” The rhino reached down and pinched the black bear's  rump. Jack jumped slightly. 
	“Could you not do that?” Rick winked. 
	“Sorry, sorry.” He turned to wipe the stove, and chuckled. “I've got a soft spot for soft guys, you see.” Jack could feel his ears redden. He looked away.
	“That's actually what I wanted to talk about. My uniform doesn't really... well... fit any more.” Rick glanced at Jack, and his smile fell a bit.
	“Sorry, kid. That's the biggest I've got, and I don't order more until the start of the year.”
	“Oh....” Jack turned. “Never mind, then.” Rick lowered his voice. 
	“Kid... if it's bothering you that much... Follow me.” They went to the back room, and Rick rifled through some of the boxes. He pulled something out and proffered it to Jack. It was one of his athletic tanks. Jack took it, folded it neatly, and tucked it under his coat. His ears were still red.
	“Go ahead and wear whatever pants are comfortable. The uniform isn't strictly mandatory.”
	“Thanks....”
	“Jack...” Rick smiled gently. “Don't worry yourself, kid. It's not that big a deal.” 

***

	He had woken up again, sweating this time; Kyle was still asleep, holding him like he usually did. His shirts didn't fit him any more. His belly button was clearly visible, and a few more inches of belly stretched between it and the bottom of his shirt. 
	It had been a while since the last dream, and this one was even stranger. The futon had finally broken. He was so massive he couldn't move his arms about.  His enormous gut had spread past the edge of the mattress and rested on the floor. His legs were nearly buried under his gargantuan love handles and rolling thighs. His pillow sized cheeks rested on chins that were so numerous and massive that they were nearly indistinguishable from his bloated moobs. The room was practically filled with piles of burgers. Rick had stopped cooking. Instead, he carried them by the armful and piled them on the blubberbear's lardaceous chest.
 	He then took them two at a time and forced them into the bear's gaping maw. Jackson had lost the strength to swallow, so after the rhino finished forcing the load of burgers into his mouth, he put his hand in the bear's maw and pushed them down into his expanding monster of a stomach. When his shoulder touched Jack's lips, the bear's eyes rolled up into his  head. He moaned into Rick's shoulder as he came, his stream of seed inconsequential compared to the rivulets of grease that poured from his jaws and cascaded down his mountainous frame. 
	The husky wasn't even there. 

***

	He wore the tank that Rick had given him along with a pair of dark gray sweatpants. None of the other employees said anything, and Kyle didn't seem to mind. Jack was just happy to finally be rid of those biting pants. The tank fit him rather well for something that once belonged to the large rhino. It did fit rather snug around his curves, though, and his love handles visibly moved beneath it when he leaned or bent down. 
	He helped Rick wipe off the stoves at the end of the day. 
	“So, Jack...” He kept his voice low. “How is it? Comfortable?” Jack smiled and nodded. 
	“Thanks, Boss.” Rick grinned.
	“It's like I said.” He reached down and pinched the bear's rump again. “Don't sweat it.” 

***

	Nearly two more weeks had passed. He had grown quite comfortable in the tank, even though a few grease stains survived through the wash. He tried the challenge more and more often now. When a couple inches of belly started to show, though, nobody seemed to mind. A couple of inches turned into a few, and the dreams persisted; he woke up often. He now stepped on the scale two or three times a day. Even with the bosses' encouragement, he was dismayed to find that it read 354. 

***

	It had been a busy day. Jack cleaned the stoves with Rick. Kyle was getting ready to drain the fryer when Rick called to him. 
	“Just a moment, Kyle. Hey, Jack, you wanna try the burgers before heading out?” Kyle smiled over at his partner.
	“I'm game if you are.” Jack took a moment before he accepted. He  wanted the burgers, but he wasn't sure if he should do this any more. Kyle fired up the fryer and put his apron back on. “Hand me a spatula, Rick.” The rhino winked at Jack. 
	“He'll see you victorious yet.” The husky laughed.
	“Yep. Then maybe you'll leave us be for a while.”
	He was in the home stretch when he stopped. The eighth burger was settling in his stomach, and he had taken a bite of the ninth. He was well aware of the juices running down his chin, and he wiped at them with a napkin. There was no saving the tank, though. He gave one of his soft, rumbling burps and pushed the plate away.
	“Throwing in the towel, kid?” Jack nodded. Rick reached for a container. “Well, at least you're getting there. That, and it seems you've broken in that tank quite nicely.” 
 	“Hey Rick, when do I get to wear one of those things?” Rick chuckled.
 	“When you can put away eight burgers like a champ.”  Kyle laughed. Rick cleaned the stove while Jack sat, content, on his stool. Kyle was still fiddling with the fryer. “That thing nearly drained?”
	“Just about.” He glanced at his partner, then back to the fryer. “Hey, Rick? Have we got any more empty jugs?” 
	The drive home went by quickly; Jack didn't pay much attention to anything other than his groaning stomach. He stepped out of the car, and his greasy athletic tank slid up a few inches past his belly button. The hem of his sweatpants was snug, but not tight. The elastic still had a lot of give to it. 
	He offered to help carry the food up, but Kyle insisted. When he finally entered the apartment, he kicked off his shoes and sat down heavily onto the futon. His eyes were closed, his hands rested gently on his stomach. He heard Kyle close the door and set something on the futon. Jack opened an eye to check – it was the styrofoam container. He closed his eye again and stretched back against the upright mattress. He could hear Kyle moving around in the kitchenette. 
	He dozed off for a bit, but stirred when his partner sat down beside him. With his eyes still closed, he wrapped a thick arm around the husky and pulled his warm companion closer. He nuzzled into Kyle's neck and inhaled.
	“Mmmmh. You smell like fries.” Kyle ran his fingers through the bear's hair. 
	“I'll shower in a bit.” Jack held him tighter, breathed deeper into the crook of his neck. 
	“Don't. I like it.” Kyle smiled.
	“You hungry again?” Jack opened his eyes. Kyle was holding the container. He sat it down on Jack's belly. “Here. I'll have the full one. See if you can't finish your ninth.” Jack looked at his partner. He hadn't quite noticed before, but Kyle had actually gotten pudgier in the last few weeks. It wasn't nearly as apparent as his own growth, but the husky's face was definitely softer, his hips a bit wider. 
 	Jack took the unfinished burger; he actually was still a bit hungry. He took a bite, then another. Kyle hadn't touched the other burger. Jack looked at him quizzically as he took another bite. “Don't worry, I'll have the fries.” The husky held the last burger up to the bear as he slowly chewed the last of  the ninth. Jack was still hungry. He took the burger and bit into it. Grease ran down his chin.
	“Have we got any napkins?” Kyle took a handful of fries from the container.
	“Nope.” He wiped at his partner's chins with the fries, sopping up as much grease as he could. Jack stared as the husky pressed the fries against his mouth. “I'll eat later.” Jack slowly parted his lips, and his partner pushed the greasy fries into his maw. “Take another bite.” Jack did as he was told, and added more burger to his mouthful of fries. Kyle had another handful, and kept mopping up the bear's greasy face. Bits of the fries crumbled down his chin and stuck to the grease that the fries couldn't soak up. 
	Jack's maw was already open, and Kyle didn't hesitate to fill it. He took two more bites out of the burger before chewing. He had just managed to swallow when Kyle had another handful of fries ready. Jack shoved the last of the burger into his maw and chewed. His jaw was already getting tired, but Kyle had another handful of fries. “This is it, hon, open up.” Jack opened his maw and accepted the last of the fries as well. 
	His mouth was stuffed, and as he tried to chew it all, Kyle had gotten close. He husky nuzzled against the bear's soft neck and worked his way up. When he reached Jack's pudgy cheek, he ran his tongue along the greasy fur. Jack worked the food down his throat as Kyle gently kissed his burning ear. 
	“Kyle, I....” The husky stopped him short with a proper kiss. Their lips touched, and the bear's ears grew hotter. Kyle pulled back a bit.
	“Shhh... just lay back.” The husky positioned himself on his partner's lap, gently lifting his belly to make room. Their lips met again, and this time Kyle's tongue found its way inside. Jack shuddered a bit, but eventually met the tongue with his own. He'd never done this before. 
	They pulled apart again, and Kyle reached down in front of the futon. He pulled came up with a pitcher and a gallon jug. Its contents were brown, and looked rather thick.
	“Kyle, is that...?” Kyle gave him a gentle smile.
	“Yeah. I took a gallon when I emptied the fryer.” Kyle opened the jug and sloshed its warm contents into the pitcher. There were still bits of french fry floating about in the thick stuff. When the pitcher was full, he proffered it to Jack, who carefully took it. “I want you to drink this.”
	“What?” Kyle set the half-emptied jug aside and stood. Jack sniffed at the brown, viscous contents. “It smells like....”
	“French fries?” Kyle was unbuttoning his shirt. “Yep. It's been used a few times, but hasn't gone bad yet.” He tossed his shirt on the ground. Jack smelled the oil again, but inhaled slowly this time; he really liked Fast Burger's fries. Kyle unbuttoned his pants and slid them to his ankles. “We use peanut oil, but we batter the fries with a mixture of lard and various spices before frying them.” The husky was in his skivvies now, and the bear still sniffed at the oil. Kyle leaned over his partner's lap. “Here, try it....”
	He tipped the bottom of the pitcher upwards, and some oil spilled down Jack's front before he could put his lips to the glass. 
	“Mmmfh!” The thick stuff ran across Jack's tongue. He had tasted peanut oil before, but this was... better. The flavor hinted towards the french fries he loved. “Mmfh....” He swallowed the stuff, and tilted the pitcher a little more. He drank slowly, doing his best to taste as much as he could. He felt his partner's hands slide up under his belly and grip the hem of his sweatpants. They slid off easily, and his boxer shorts came a bit loose in the process. 
	“Like it?” The bear just grunted behind the pitcher. His ears were warm as Kyle gently gripped his shorts and slid them down his legs. Beneath the bear's great belly, his member was nearly engulfed in a thick roll of flesh. Even so, Kyle could still tell that it was erect. The husky ran a finger across the head, and it came away sticky. “I guess you do.” Jack tried not to look at his partner. He was nude from the chest down, and his ears were bright red. The rim of the pitcher never left his lips. “Here.”
	Kyle gently lifted one of the bear's thick legs in each hand, and carefully spread them apart. Jack slowly slouched as his rump moved closer to the edge of the futon; he spilled a little more oil on his athletic tank. “Careful, hon. Try to get more on the inside than out.” The husky reached for the bunched up tank, and squeezed it a bit. He then reached his hand, now coated in oil, down into his tented underwear. He pulled his member over the top of his skivvies. “Try to relax, 'kay?”
	Kyle wrapped his arms around Jack's monstrous thighs, and pulled them a bit closer. Jack's belly now drooped between his legs, and pressed against the husky's abdomen. Kyle reached down around one of the bear's legs and gripped himself, guiding his slick cock by feel down the crevice between Jack's corpulent buttocks. Their breathing quickened, and the husky pressed himself forward, sliding up through the bear's cheeks while Jack's displaced belly molded around him. When met with resistance, he paused for only a moment. Jack gasped, spilling more oil as his partner's head slid inside him. 
	Kyle spread his legs a bit more, then reached forward and gripped his partner's soft love handles. “Just try to keep your legs up, hon.” He slowly pressed forward, and the bear moaned into his pitcher. The bear's soft buttocks pressed against Kyle's thighs, the lardaceous belly spread beneath him. He pressed as far as he could before retreating. He pulled out slowly until only his head remained inside, then pushed again into the bear's warm tail. 
	Jack had drained nearly a quarter of the pitcher. His face was nearly as warm as his ears now, and he tried desperately to hold in the sounds that he wanted to make. Despite his efforts, one escaped him now and then, made louder by the echo of the sloshing pitcher. 
	Kyle was confident now that the bear was getting used to this, and had picked up a rhythm. One of his hands had wandered to Jack's lower back while the other squeezed his rump. He had started to pant, driven by the soft squeaks and grunts that Jack tried to hide. He picked up speed, the futon now squeaking in time with his thrusts. The bear's belly wobbled constantly with their motion, every inch of his flesh jiggling to some degree. Kyle's waist began to smack lewdly against the bear's ass, and Jack couldn't hold it any longer. 
	Jack had to stop drinking; as Kyle hit him deep again and again, he couldn't help but moan, his voice nearly soft enough to squeak. He came under his belly, but the pleasure didn't stop. He felt the husky's knot press against him. “...Hold on, hon....” There was a sharp pain, but it passed in a moment; they were now inseparable. 
	Kyle didn't have much room any more. He gave short, gentle thrusts as the bear's cries settled. He reached up and tilted the pitcher again, and Jack continued to drink. His hands wandered; he ran one across a love handle and gently kneaded it. His other hand ventured higher, over the bear's soft belly and under the bottom of the damp athletic tank. He groped one of the bear's soft breasts in time with the love handle, while he tried to make Jack's belly roll with his gentle thrusts. He was getting close.
	He stood a little straighter, and pulled his hands back down to Jack's hips. His knot was painfully tight now, and he cried out softly with the slightest tug. He gripped the bear's legs and started to grind forward. He pushed as hard as he could with each tiny thrust, and they both began to call out. As he pushed harder and faster, Jack's groans grew more insistent. The lardaceous bear orgasmed for a second time, the bottom of his belly now quite sticky. 
	Kyle gave one last, forceful thrust; His body trembled slightly as he let loose two, then three thick ropes of cum. He collapsed onto Jack's stomach, his arms stretching up and around the bear's weighty frame. Jack held the pitcher steady; they were both panting. “... I... h... have something to tell you....” He hugged Jack tighter.
	“... Yeah?” 
	“I... kind of have a thing for fat-asses....” Jack sat up a bit straighter.
	“Thank god.” He lifted the pitcher to his lips again and guzzled long, deep mouthfuls of the stuff.

***

	More than a month later, Jack now weighed in excess of 450 pounds. He was heavier than Rick now. His tank barely reached his gluttonous belly, and stretched comfortably over his two massive moobs. His sweatpants had reached their limit, and usually rode low over his taxed boxers; his thunder thighs showed in stark relief beneath the fabric, and an obvious spare tire sagged over the hem. His arms were thick, especially at the shoulders, his many chins and bloated cheeks were covered with an unruly stubble. 
	He sat in his usual stool once again ready to take on the challenge, but there were two main differences. The first was that his enormous stomach was pressed firmly against the side of the counter. The second was that he was surrounded by a group of customers. He had eaten plenty of burgers since his last attempt, and was absolutely sure he'd succeed this time. 
	Rick placed the plate in front of him, and he immediately grabbed a burger. It was gone in moments, though plenty of grease had found its way down his chins. The second and third were gone just as quickly, and the fourth and fifth took a bit longer. Ten minutes in and eight burgers down, the group had started to cheer. Rick and Kyle stood to either side to support him. On the final burger, the group had started to cheer and pat his shoulders. One daring supporter (probably Rick) sneaked a lingering handful of belly.
	He downed the final burger, took all of the fries in both hands, and shoved them into his mouth. The crowd cheered loudly, Kyle hugged him tightly, and Rick took the plate away. He came back with a camera and snapped Jack's picture to place on the wall.
	After the commotion had died and many of the patrons began to leave, Rick approached the recuperating bear. 
	“Well, kid, you did it! Starting today, you get all your meals on the house.” Jack glanced at Kyle.
	“Yeah, about that.... I'd like to make an order.” Rick was taken aback.
	“Already?” 
	“Yeah. Could you get me ten double cheeseburgers with a side of fries?”