The two months after that faithful first bite passed by in a blur. Ever since, he had eaten at the Burger Shack at least once per day. He didn't even think about branching out into the fields of pork, steak, or even fried chicken; why would he, when the best food he could imagine was right in front of him? He didn't cut down the size of his meals from his celebratory dinner, either: each and every day, Scott would gorge himself on that same greasy, massively caloric meal.On the days in which he didn't have to work, he would eat there twice!

He now understood what the addictions of his foolish former classmates felt like. He would almost constantly crave the Burger Shack's sweet, oily edible treasures, and would often feel fatigued if he had to suffer through an extra-long shift at Value Electronics without such food.

Of course, Scott's eating habits had a large effect on his new life. Besides the obvious outcome of his continuous binging, his visits to the restaurant had led him to befriend it's owner and sole employee, Ty the wolf. Because Ty's restaurant was almost always nearly empty, he found time to visit Scott's table and chat with him. The two found that they had plenty in common, and Scott had grown fond of the wolf's cool, friendly demeanor.

Ty's obesity-inducing food, however, had much more of an apparent effect on Scott. Although the bovid had believed that he might have pound a few pounds, he, in actuality, had somehow managed to gain over one hundred and fifty pounds throughout the last two months, pushing him over the 300 mark, well into the realm of medical obesity.

Now, I know what you're thinking: "150 pounds in two months? That's not even close to realistic! Worst erotica ever!" Well, first of all, take a chill pill. Then, consider what Scott has been eating. Since Scott is a pretty inactive guy, let's say that his body burns 2000 calories a day. As you probably know, a pound of fat equals 3500 calories over that limit. Let's also say that his daily monster triple cheeseburger has about 2500 calories, his fries another 2500, and his heavy cream milkshake an extra 3000. That's about two pounds a day, not including the other meals he eats that I don't want to write about. On the days in which he eats such a meal twice, he would put on four pounds in a day. Why did I type this all up? I don't know, really.

You might also be wondering how Scott could possibly be in denial about doubling his body weight. Keep reading for a list of plot convieniences!

Scott, being the poor youngster he was, did not own a scale or even a single mirror. He didn't really see the point in owning a scale, and had been too lazy to consider visiting a department store and purchasing a mirror. He didn't notice the increasing challenge of moving his bulk, as he drove everywhere (and by everywhere, I mean the Burger Shack and his area of employment). His clothing also did nothing to warn him of his body's rapid outward expansion: his work uniform consisted of a once-way-too-large polo shirt, and cargo pants that were expandable and stretchy. His normal outfits also mainly consisted of pants and shirts that were very loose-fitting in the past.

Obviously, his entire wardrobe was now quite ill-fitting. It was simple for him to avoid thinking about why this was so; he just relied on the classic "shrunk in the wash" excuse. Every time he met some evidence of his gains, he continued on with the 'just a few pounds' mantra. He had a scapegoat (pardon the pun) for just about everything, and like him, his excuses had yet to thin out.

If there were any logic in his thought process, the goat's personal lies should've have been thrown out the proverbial window as he entered the tenth minute of his struggle to pull his work pants up over his butt. The material was practically painted onto his thighs, and even as the fat goat thrashed and struggled, it refused to budge. "Crap, I'm gonna be late for work!", cried Scott as he wiggled and jumped ecstatically, his breath running short. Miraculously, the pants had managed to just barely slide up past his backside. He sighed as he zipped them shut, knowing full well that there was no way in hell he'd be able to button them. Oh well, close enough.

He walked off and entered his car, his fattened moobs and belly shaking slightly under his comically tight shirt, the logo of which was stretched to un-recognizable proportions. "Dumb uniforms", he muttered under his breath, "-how the hell have they shrunk so much? I swear, my boss is such a cheapskate."

His day at work was the same as usual, slow and boring. For whatever reason, customers seemed to prefer buying their movies and music online. That didn't stop the emotionally unstable folk from filtering in to the store, though. Scott had to power through dealing with a woman who was close to having a mental breakdown because some obscure old movie wasn't in stock, and Scott had no way of retrieving it for her. He could hear her spit out insults directed at him under her breath, 'fatass' among them. This, of course, confused the oblivious goat. Maybe, he thought, it was his stupid tight uniform that made him seem that way.

That wasn't the only ridicule he had gotten for his choice of clothing that day. Customers would stare at him as if he was an alien, and teenagers laughed at him behind his back. His uniform only became a true problem as he was faced with the task of once again restocking the shelves of video games. The work was somewhat dull, but never posed a challenge to the goat until he was tasked with filling that top shelf. The top shelf had been a source of stress for him ever since he had first gotten the job months ago, causing him fatigue and embarrassment as his somewhat short frame struggled to extend itself to the top ledge.

Today, he was faced with an even greater challenge, as his skintight pants reduced his mobility. He tried to extend his arms to the shelf after standing as straight as he could to no avail. Although he could hardly move his legs, he knew he was going to have to stand on his toes. As he tried to lift himself up, he found that it was surprisingly easy until-

*RRRRIIPpp*

The backside of his pants had torn a great deal, portions of his meaty thighs and brief-clad ass an open sight for all to see. His face turned beet red as he turned around quickly, trying to conceal his accident. Unfortunately, everybody in the store was aware of the incident, the rip loud enough to wake a hibernating bear. This meant that his boss had heard it as well.

His boss, whose name Scott had forgotten and was deathly afraid to ask for, stormed over to the indecently-dressed goat in a huff. The German shepherd's face was a shade of red similar to that of the goat's, but his was clearly the product of anger instead of shame. "Mister Hoofman", he barked, commanding Scott's attention and fear, "-go to my office. Now."

Scott rushed off as quickly as he could, trying his hardest to ignore that his backside was on display for all the customers behind him. His boss followed suit, leading the goat into his office, sitting as his desk, and searching through the drawers of his desk for what seemed like hours while Scott waited nervously.

Thankfully, all that his boss had produced from his search was another uniform. He haded the clothing to Scott, his stone-cold face unwavering. "You are to put this on immediately", he said sternly. "You will not let this happen again".

After apologizing profusely to the angered dog, Scott rushed off to the bathroom to change. He was relieved to peel off the torturosly tight shirt and pants, and anxious about the current status of his employment. He observed his new polo. It fit like a dream, perhaps a bit large, but to the goat's confusion, there was no tag present of the garb that indicated its size. This was the same for the pants, which were amazingly roomy. Scott shrugged it off, proceeding to work to the best of his ability to please his boss. He was incredibly relieved when the clock struck five and he gained the ability to leave.

His next meal at the Burger Shack was his largest ever, with three triple cheeseburgers and extra fries. Hey, he had to rid of the stress and embarassment somehow! "Glad to see you again, Big S," Ty greeted with a bit of playful sarcasm. Scott, somehow still believing that he was just ten or twenty pounds heavier than when he first set foot in his new favorite restaurant, had always seen the nickname as a reference to his appetite.

"Glad to be back", Scott replied, only half-joking. This earned a chuckle from Ty, who had begun to set off towards the grill, ready to cook up his favorite customer's king-sized order. As he sat down and observed the restaurant, he couldn't help but feel a bit sad and frustrated. The Burger Shack was empty as usual, even after Scott had left a glowing review of the place everywhere he could on the internet. Somebody else had to show up eventually, right? The business couldn't run for much longer if he were the sole customer.

His thoughts were interrupted as the smell of his favorite dishes invaded his nostrils and numbed his mind. Ty couldn't help but grin a bit as he watched Scott tear into his food immediately, shoveling it down as if he had been starved all of his life. Ty had no idea why the chubby goat chose to eat his food so often, but watching the goat binge was the highlight of Ty's day. It was amazing tosee the goat get a little bigger day-by-day, and the wolf couldn't help but grin as the memory of the goat's formerly skinny form returned to him.

Seeing as the restaurant wasn't busy at all, the wolf sat across from Scott, watching him eat. He knew he wouldn't get caught; Scott was the type that focused completely on his meal until it was gone: no pauses, no conversation, nothing but eating. The view, however, was short-lived, as the growing bovid had managed to polish off his dinner in just five minutes. Over ten thousand calories, gone in an instant.

"Is everything okay?" Ty asked the goat, who was currently coming down from the euphoria of eating. His face, stained with cheese and mayo, clearly gave away the goat's strained emotions.

"I'm just having a bit of a rough day", the goat admitted. He absentmindedly rubbed his packed belly, his tight shirt exposing half of the bloated dome.

"Yeah, I am too", Ty said, "I'm really glad you like my food, because if you weren't eating here all the time, I don't know how I'd make ends meet".

Scott frowned, concerned about the wolf, and concerned about the state of the restaurant. "I've tried everything I could to tell people about this place, but I guess nobody's listening," replied Scott. "I don't understand why not, this is honestly the best place I've ever eaten at."

Ty blushed a bit at the goat's compliment, but still seemed stressed. "Thanks, Scott. Really, I wish everyone would be as cool as you." "It just seems like all the younger people won't eat here because the food isn't trendy enough, and older people won't eat here because the location is a dump."

Scott shook his head, empathizing with the wolf. "Dude, if I had any friends here yet, I would totally bring them here."

Ty couldn't help but blush as he covertly watched the goat fondle his stuffed gut, apparently unknowing that he was doing such a thing right in front of another fur. Ty didn't want to admit it, but he longed for that gut. "Uh, hey," he said, a bit anxiously, "do you wanna hang out this weekend?"

Scott's face lit up after hearing that, making the wolf grin happily. "Sure!", he replied excitedly. "That sounds like it'd be fun." Scott had to admit that he had a bit of a crush on the wolf, and was excited to get to know him better.

The two furs chatted for a while as Scott digested his heavy meal. Eventually, Scott left and drove back to his apartment. He was about ready to jump into bed when a high-pitched ringtone emitted from his phone. He picked it up and cringed a bit after discovering that the caller was his mother. Bracing himself, he answered the phone.

Surprisingly, the outcome of the call was a positive one: Scott had learned that his cousin's family had rented out a vacation home and had offered to let his own family stay with them over the week. His parents had accepted the offer, and Scott was looking forward to a week of new scenery and relaxation. Of course, he had to cancel his plans with Ty, but he could always visit him later, right?

A few days later, the goat began packing his bags, gearing up for departure. He would be ready to leave as soon as he packed his last item: his swim trunks. The suit was a size that he would have worn when he was half of his current size, but the denial of his weight gain hung over him like a spell.

Little did he know that the spell was about to be broken.