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Warren Davis inspired - Fatburger

Behind the counter at McDonald's, Vance wiped down the sticky surface, his mind wandering to Bryce, the latest gainer to frequent the restaurant. Bryce, a massive 900-pound behemoth, was Vance's personal project, a gluttonous pig to mold and shape. His 9XL clothes were always a struggle, his shirt strained to contain his bulging gut.

Vance had taken Bryce under his wing, feeding him triple burgers, large fries, and endless milkshakes during his shifts. Bryce's belly grew with each meal, his rolls of fat jiggling with every step. Vance loved the sight of his customer struggling to move, his bulk making every action a laborious effort.

Tonight, Vance had a special surprise for Bryce. He scooped a towering pile of burgers, fries, and onion rings onto a tray, carrying it to Bryce's table with a grin. "Eat up, piggy," he purred, as Bryce's eyes widened at the feast. In mere minutes, Bryce had devoured half, his belly bulging precariously.

Vance slid into the booth, his hand reaching for Bryce's quivering gut. "Time for the main course," he murmured, guiding Bryce to the restaurant's kitchen. The greasy air enveloped them, making Bryce's already flushed skin glisten with sweat. Vance pulled Bryce into a sitting position, then reached for a towering stack of burgers and fries, shoveling them into Bryce's mouth.

"Chew, piggy, chew," Vance coaxed, Bryce's jaw working overtime to accommodate the onslaught. Vance's other hand roamed Bryce's belly, squeezing and kneading the blubbery mass, relishing the feel of it. Bryce's groans of pleasure only spurred Vance on, his cock hardening at the sight of the gainer's bloated midsection.

Once satisfied, Vance slid Bryce onto the floor, his massive frame struggling to fit between the cabinets. Bryce's pants were no match for his girth, the fabric splitting like a zipper under stress. Vance knelt beside him, his fingers tracing the creases and folds of Bryce's gut, savoring the warmth emanating from the living mountain of blubber.

With a wicked gleam, Vance positioned Bryce under the ice cream machine, the cold metal a stark contrast to Bryce's scorching skin. He fired it up, the smooth, creamy concoction pouring directly into Bryce's awaiting maw. Bryce's cheeks hollowed as he drank, the machine's contents filling him to the brim.

Vance worked Bryce's jaw, forcing the milkshakes down his throat, the weight of Bryce's belly pushing against his hand with each gulp. The machine whirred, Bryce's belly expanding, his 9XL shirt now a distant memory. Vance played with Bryce's nipples, pinching and tugging as Bryce's eyes rolled back in bliss.

Finally, the machine sputtered to a stop, Bryce's belly a churning, quivering mass of frozen treat. Vance pulled out a thick, juicy cock and plunged it into Bryce's stretched, drooling mouth. Bryce's throat bobbed as he sucked, the feeder's length disappearing into his gullet. Vance took his time, fucking Bryce's face, his hips thrusting in a primal rhythm.

As Bryce's eyes glazed over, Vance pulled out, his cock slick with saliva. He positioned himself behind Bryce, gripping the gainer's massive hips as he entered his ass with a grunt. Bryce's gut wobbled and jiggled with each thrust, the ice cream making the gainers hole slick and hot.

Vance pounded Bryce mercilessly, his balls slapping against the gainer's bloated belly. Bryce moaned, his face a mask of ecstasy, the ice cream machine's hum a chilling counterpart to his own ragged breathing. Vance's orgasm crashed over him, his seed flooding Bryce's bowels as he collapsed onto his prize. Bryce's belly heaved with Bryce's panting, the ice cream machine still running, its contents dripping onto the floor beneath Bryce's lap.

"Stay here," Vance commanded, as he pulled out and zipped up his pants. "You're never leaving this place, piggy. You're McDonald's newest fixture, and I'll keep you fat and happy, forever." Bryce's only response was a groggy nod, his belly a living, breathing thing, a swollen testament to Vance's dominance.

And so, Vance continued his twisted routine, preparing Bryce's meals, shoveling food into his maw, and fucking his guts until Bryce was immobile, a human milkshake machine. The ice cream machine's hum became a constant, a reminder of Bryce's new purpose - to be Vance's forever gainer, a bloated, cum-filled plaything. Vance's cock throbbed at the thought, already planning their next encounter.

As the sun set, Vance locked up, leaving Bryce slumped against the kitchen wall, a mountain of blubber and a never-ending appetite. The restaurant would never be the same, transformed into a shrine to Vance's insatiable hunger for gainer pigs. And Bryce, Vance's prized possession, would remain, a glorious monument to the feeder's depravity, forever trapped in a world of calories and desire. Vance's car drove away, leaving Bryce to await the next feeding, the next degradation, the next step in his descent into gluttony.

In the darkness, Bryce's belly rumbled, a promise of the endless gainer life to come. He was a McDonald's fixture now, a living, breathing burger, and he couldn't wait to be stuffed again. Vance was right - he'd never leave. This was his new home, and he was content in his role as a feeder's fat, happy pig. The ice cream machine hummed its final notes, a lullaby to Bryce's sloth-like form, as Vance disappeared into the night, already dreaming of the next time he'd mold Bryce into a chubbed mess beneath the golden arches. Bryce's belly rose and fell with each labored breath, a symphony of gainer life, as the restaurant faded to black, a monument to the insatiable hunger that united them.

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