Burger King Remastered (7)
[All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]
Tommy was the first out the door and down the short set of metal stairs. He took a few steps over to where Cleberg was standing and turned back to check on the progress of Travis.
An amazing site greeted Tommy as he looked back. Travis was trying to act casual as he strode down the stairs, arching his back to support the incredible weight of his belly. He had put on his ball cap and a pair of sunglasses, trying to look cool while still displaying the larger-than-keg sized belly that proceeded him. His boots were loud on the metal steps, then on the concrete as he slowed strutted/waddled over to where Tommy was standing. Before Travis could say anything, two middle aged men in dark suits and sunglasses seemed to appear from nowhere. They spoke briefly with Cleberg then went into the trailer. Each one gave Travis a second look as they went past.
“Are those the guys from the health department?” Tommy asked, as Cleberg nodded affirmatively. “They sure noticed how big the gut is on Travis now!”
“I don’t think so,” responded Cleberg, “They’re too concerned with making the inspection of the trailer. They weren’t paying any attention to him.”
Travis was about to say something to Cleberg when he noticed a young man walking toward him. It was getting within a couple of hours of kickoff of the football game, and the crowds were slowly increasing. And although the three men were standing off to the side of the main flow of traffic, a few people were starting to pass by.
“HOLY SHIT!” the young man exclaimed, “Check out the size of that beer gut!”
“Just what I need,” thought Travis, “A drunk frat boy noticing my big belly!”
The young man was wearing shorts and a cut off T-shirt with the nickname of a fraternity printed on it. He had an athletic build but a bit of a beer gut himself.
The beer swilling man had a big grin on his face as he placed his hand on top of the burger stuffed belly and began to pat it.
“Damn, you look like you there’s a whole barrel in there! Dude, you need to be drained before you pop!” The frat boy kept feeling Travis’s enormous gut. He looked back and forth between Travis’ face and his belly. “Why don’t you come sit next to us and we’ll tap this bad boy!”
“It’s not beer; I’m just a big eater!” Travis said. The frat boy just laughed and began to walk away. “Yeah, right…there’s more beer in your huge gut than we had back at the frat house for all of us!” was the last thing he said before turning away.
Travis turned. “See Mr. Cleberg, you stuffed me too much. My gut sticks out so far it don’t look right,” Travis continued as he patted his very ballooned belly, “Those inspectors are gonna’ be suspicious.”
“Nah, its OK…you just look like you have a really huge beer belly…there are some guys around here that have a gut almost as big as you,”
“Well, I don’t think…” Travis started to say, but was interrupted.
“HEY! Check out the pregnant dude!” someone shouted. “I’ve never seen that before!”
Travis turned to see a young man, another student, walking past with a huge grin on his face.
“So, dude…you carrying twins or triplets?…looks like you’re about to go into labor at any minute!”
Travis put his hands on the sides of the giant belly ball and replied, “No, man, its just a beer gut; I’ve been putin’ away a lot lately!”
“I don’t know dude…looks more like you’re incubating something in that fucker…good luck with whatever it is!” Then the young man was past.
The three decided to move away from the pedestrian traffic flow and stand closer to the trailer. Travis slowly waddled over to the side wall of the trailer and leaned back up against it. It wasn’t easy supporting all of this added weight, even with his strong legs, so this position gave him a chance to relax a little.
The door of the trailer swung open and the two inspectors emerged. They walked down the metal steps and over to where Cleberg was standing.
“I told you we weren’t doing anything yet,” Cleberg stated, “We’re just getting set up for later.”
“Well, we didn’t find food or any kind preparation materials in there,” the dark haired inspector said, “So, I guess you’re on the up and up.”
Meanwhile the other inspector had stepped over next to Travis and was starring at the enormous gut protruding off the muscular body.
“That’s quite a belly you have there young man,” he observed, “looks like you’ve done a helluva lot of overeating.”
“It’s just a big beer gut,” Cleberg stated, “A lot of the guys around here have ’em. Travis here can really put away the brew!”
The inspector bent down and began to feel the swollen burger balloon. He thumped it twice and then stuck the end of his finger into the deep belly button.
“This belly is incredibly stuffed with something; otherwise a gut this gigantic wouldn’t be so firm and tight. What have you got in there, son?”
“Nothing, right now,” Travis lied, his extraordinarily full belly feeling a bit heavier as he spoke. ” I haven’t eaten yet this afternoon. My belly’s firm because I used to do a lot of weightlifting and I’ve still got big strong abs.”
The inspector looked a little suspicious of this story, and continued to stare at Travis’ oversized belly. “Okay, if you haven’t had much to eat then you should be able to help us out. Come over here.”
Travis followed the man in the dark suit over to the other side of the trailer. The inspector instructed Travis to sit down on this large concrete bench. The other inspector had left but returned quickly with several brown bags. The dark haired inspector sat down next to Travis and reached into the bag.
“Since you aren’t full yet, you shouldn’t have any problem downing a few of these,” the inspector said, “and as a matter of fact, judging by the size of your stomach, you should be able to eat all of ’em.”
Travis was stunned at the sight of a big cheeseburger in the inspector’s hand. Travis knew he had to eat or “Bubba’s” could be in trouble, so he took the first bite.
“We confiscated these burgers just before we saw you and were looking for a way to get rid of them,” the inspector explained, “And since you said that you were hungry, here’s the perfect solution!”
Tommy and Mr. Cleberg looked at each other than back at the already obscenely stuffed gut on Travis.
“He can’t eat no more, Mr. Cleberg; he’s gonna pop like a tick after hittin’ an artery!” Tommy whispered to Mr. Cleberg.
“Well, he’s gonna’ have too or they may find out we’re lying to them, and then the shit will really hit the fan!” was the response.
Travis continued to eat. He still loved the taste of cheeseburgers, even after having swallowed so many that day. The inspectors were now each sitting on either side of Travis and handing him burger after burger. The young man’s hyper-rounded stomach continued to swell as each burger disappeared. Travis leaned back on the bench to give the gigantic sphere some room. The inspectors were surprised that Travis could continue to eat so much with what appeared to be an incredibly bloated belly already.
Finally, the last burger was eaten and the three brown bags were empty. The dark haired inspector just shook his head.
“Well, I guess everything here is OK.” He patted the top of the now grotesquely stretched out belly. ” I don’t know how you did it but if you could eat all those burgers, you must have been empty!”
Travis could barely speak and his face was somewhat drained of color. He was breathing with some difficulty and looked down to see the amazing ball in front of him. He just rolled his eyes and put his hand on the top of Planet Belly.
The two inspectors got up and shook hands with Mr. Cleberg then left. As soon as they were out of sight, Mr. Cleberg and Tommy quickly sat down on either side of Travis.
“Are you okay, dude?” Tommy said, as he reached out to feel the amazing round gut next to him, “I can’t believe it. It’s bigger than a pony keg; it’s the size of a whole barrel, dude; it must hurt like hell!”
“I…….feel….burp…..like…..I’ve…..burp….. swallowed….a…cow…” Travis sputtered, “Don’t…..get….. too….close…..to….. my….belly…..or….BOOM!”
“You did a hell of a job there, Whitfield,” calling Travis by his last name, “A hell of a job in eating all those burgers. Saved us a lot of trouble. I can’t believe that even you were able to down that many!”
“I’ve never seen anything like that,” Tommy was carefully studying the perfectly round shape to the gigantic tan ball in Travis’ lap, “its as big as the rest of you!”
“Yep, that’s a hell of a belly there son, why don’t you just lie down and rest that masterpiece for a minute?”
Tommy and Cleberg helped the burger balloon turn sideways then watched as Travis lay back on the bench. The giant stuffed stomach was sticking straight up into the air, matching the outline (and almost the size) of the university’s domed basketball arena in the background. Travis continued to moan and rub the very swollen sides of his now record setting gut.
Cleberg noticed another one of his workers approaching from a distance. The young man was also a college student, and was dressed in the uniform from the restaurant. He was carrying several large white boxes.
Tommy also noticed his co-worker walking up. “Hey, what’s Alan doing here,”
“Oh shit,” Cleberg responded, realizing a mistake, “I forgot to call the store and tell them not to send over the french fries. Alan must be bringing the fries.”
Alan got close enough to recognize the two men, then noticed the burger mountain on the bench.
“Oh my god, what the hell happened to Travis,” Alan said as he moved closer, “He looks like he swallowed a Volkswagen!”
“No, he just ate every single burger we had here plus a few more,” Cleberg replied, “So he needs some rest.”
Travis just responded to this conversation with a loud belch followed by a little more moaning. Alan moved closer to Travis and asked, “You really ate four fuckin’ dozen burgers?”
Travis muffled another belch and just nodded his head in the affirmative.
Alan placed one hand on the giant burger-blimped belly while holding the boxes in the other. He leaned over and said to Travis,
“So, you want fries with that?”
