Burger Queen - Chapter 4

Heather hit 210 only two days after learning that her family was coming to town for Christmas.  

She did, in fact, follow through with her previous plan to try and take down two full sheet cakes in celebration, although it proved to be more challenging than she'd expected.  The first cake was no problem, but halfway into the second one, Heather hit a wall and simply couldn't bring herself to eat another bite. So, in a moment of brilliance, Heather broke out her trusty blender and plopped the rest of the cake in the pitcher along with around a quart of whole milk, then hit "frappe". Fifteen seconds later, Heather was chugging down the thickest, creamiest milkshake she had ever tasted.

"Mmmmm, I'll have to try this again," she thought to herself as she drained the pitcher dry.

Of course, Heather had another milestone quickly approaching. Another ten pounds would mean she had doubled her original weight...

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The rest of the week was the typical routine for Heather. Her days mostly centered around eating or watching TV, with an emphasis on the eating. Heather was indulging at a breakneck pace, partially due to the nervousness over her family's impending visit, and partially because she had simply lost all self-control. Having spent most of her life depriving herself of processed items, fast food had become a comfort to her, and she had no intention of slowing down.  

While she had a housekeeper that kept the home neat and tidy, the master bedroom was regularly littered with Burger Queen bags and wrappers.  After all, the housekeeper only cleaned once a week and Heather was a growing girl who it just so happens could go through a LOT of fast food in seven days.

On Thursday, Heather had a tasting session in the morning, followed by a commercial shoot in the afternoon. Heather loved the rare occasion when both of her "royal" duties fell on the same day, since it meant she was almost constantly stuffed with goodies for hours on end.

This tasting session was another solid winner in Heather's book.  The brothers had concocted another new burger called the Fried Nice burger (a play on "fried rice" which Heather noted was another horrible name).  It had an Asian spin which consisted of two tempura battered deep fried burger patties, with a creamy soy sauce glaze, wasabi mayo, and a pickled carrot and daikon radish slaw. Delicious, but not one of the brothers' best creations.

She also tried some jalapeño poppers with cream cheese inside, wrapped in bacon, then breaded and deep fried. These were another hit with Heather, and she ordered almost a dozen before she could bring herself to write a proper review.

The final item was another entrée instead of a dessert. A new corn dog with cheddar-stuffed sausage instead of a hot dog inside. This was served with a side of custom-made barbecue ranch dip for dipping. Heather made sure to order extra dip, since she was a girl who loved her dipping sauces.

Three corn dogs later, Heather was once again ready for a nap, but also very thirsty after her salty meal. She asked if they could make her a large chocolate shake, and the chubby intern happily obliged.

Over the course of her many tasting sessions, Heather had learned that the intern's name was Jen, and that she had enrolled in the internship program at the tasting lab to earn cash to pay for her community college tuition.  Heather also learned that Jen had weighed 102 pounds when she began working there almost a year ago, and had gained about sixty pounds over the course of the internship due to the constant tasting experiments she assisted with.

Another juicy bit of gossip that Heather learned from Jen was that Will Banks talked about Heather constantly and was actually really interested in getting to know her better. Heather was intrigued by this information, and would keep this little nugget of info in mind the next time she crossed paths with Mr. Banks. She had found him quite handsome ever since their first meeting, and she thought perhaps he was into bigger girls by the way he ogled her curves during their occasional consultations.

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The commercial shoot later that day lasted roughly four hours, and Heather must have taken down at least five full triple patty Whammy burgers in that time period. Of course, it was hard to keep track as she was only allowed a single bite before the burger was replaced with a fresh one for the next take. It took 42 takes before the French director was satisfied that his 'masterpiece' was perfect and called for a wrap.

Heather thought she heard the Frenchman say something about her 'fat ass' as she walked away, but her French was rusty so it could have been her imagination.

To Heather's surprise, Will was standing next to her car in the parking lot when she exited the sound stage.

"Hi, Mr. Banks!" Heather said with genuine excitement. She hadn't thought she would get to talk to him face-to-face so soon.

"Please, call me Will," he said while looking Heather over and grinning from ear to ear. "I was just in the neighborhood and was wondering if maybe you'd like to get dinner with me tomorrow night to, uhh, discuss, um, your duties." He obviously hadn't thought this through. "Anywhere you want, I'm buying."

Heather gave will her best puppy dog eyes. "I really wish I could, but my family is driving in from Amarillo and will be staying with me until after New Years," Heather said, sheepishly.

"Aww, that's too bad," said Will, sounding utterly defeated. "I'll be leaving for a business trip the day after Christmas and won't be back until mid-April."

"Hmm, that's quite a pickle," Heather said, genuinely disappointed.

Suddenly, Heather had an idea that she thought would determine once and for all whether or not Will was actually a chubby chaser.

"What about tonight?" She blurted out as Will was about to start another sentence. "My evening is totally free."

Caught off guard, Will said with a chuckle, "Didn't you just eat like, fifty burgers?"

"Ahh, that was nothing," Heather shot back. "It takes a lot more than that to fill up this Burger Queen," she said while rubbing her ample belly in a circular motion.

"Works for me." Will said, his face turning beet red.

"Great, give me an hour to get ready and you can pick me up at 7:00." Heather replied.

"Then it's a date," Will's voice nearly cracked.  Then he climbed into his Maserati and drove off into the sunset.

Amazed at what had just transpired, Heather stuffed herself into her own car and drove home to get ready for her magical night.

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It was well past midnight before Heather collapsed into her bed, the box spring creaking and groaning over the immense amount of weight that had just been thrust upon it.

Heather suggested a local churrascaria, a type of high-end Brazilian eatery where the meats are spit-roasted for hours and sliced directly onto your plate right off of the spit itself. Of course, everything is all you can eat, with the salad and dessert bar included. Heather had passed by the restaurant many times on her way to work, but never had a chance to try it.  Will immediately agreed.

Will had been to this restaurant several times with his friends, some of whom were defensive linemen, and still he had never seen anyone consume as much as Heather did that night. She ate as if her life depended on it. Slice after slice of juicy roasted meat was piled onto the rotund woman's plate and quickly disappeared into the apparent black hole of her stomach. Will made multiple trips to the salad bar for his porcine date, each time returning with creamy pasta salads and various other items smothered in sauces and dressings. They had a pleasant conversation and each of them learned a lot about the other, but Will could tell that Heather was preoccupied by her meal, and he loved her for it.

The first time Will was introduced to Heather during their initial meeting at the Burger Queen, he knew he had met the girl of his dreams. Even at their first meeting, she was bursting out of her clothes, and she only became bigger each time he saw her. He had been working up the courage to ask her out for several months, and now, watching this growing goddess tear into her meal like a starving lioness, he was kicking himself for not acting sooner.

At this point, Heather knew she had him hook, line, and sinker. If she was going to date a chubby chaser, she was really going to show him how chubby she could get. She made a resolution to herself that day to grow as fast as possible while Will was away on business, so that he would have a much bigger girlfriend when he returned. The more she gained, she rationed, the more Will would want her. And so, she pushed herself to the absolute limit on the decadent charred meats that lay before her.  A veritable mountain of meat, her own personal Everest.

When Will dropped her off, Heather had trouble pulling herself out of the seat of his Maserati, partially due of her sheer size, but mostly because she was so stuffed with food that she could barely move. Will had to grab both her hands and heave her to her feet before helping her to her front door. Heather was stone cold sober, but staggered like the town drunk down the path towards her doorstep with Will closely in tow. After saying their goodbyes, Heather pulled Will close to her and kissed him deeply on the lips for what seemed like minutes.

Finally, she pulled away, unlocked the door, and stepped inside before popping her head out and saying, "See you in a few months."

As the door closed and Will was left alone in the dim light of the porch, he stood in silence for a moment as he processed what had just happened.

Then he licked his lips and noticed the grease that Heather had transferred from her own lips to his. He smiled to himself and practically skipped back to his car.