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Rise of the Binge Burger (WIP Preview)
🕑 Added 2022-10-30 23:16:53 +0000 UTCWARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Male and Female Weight Gain
A pair of thick rimmed glasses with a no nonsense, red tie made up the majority of Ray’s outfit. Standing before the mirror in the break room, he took special note to ensure the button down dress shirt and black slacks adorning his scrawny form were free of wrinkles. Combing his short black hair into place, he glanced over at his watch. Realizing that the time had come for him to face his greatest fear, he took a deep breath and grasped the bundle of paper wrapped around his latest creation. Making his way to the Glutton Burger office, he tried to extract a hint of calmness from his memories of doing his job as a manager at the fast food restaurant. Unfortunately for him, someone was already sitting in his chair and sucking up any feeling of ease in the room.
Ethel Windstradt’s gaze behind her fashionable glasses was more than enough to send a shiver down Ray’s spine. Her neat bun of black hair combined with her flawless grey business suit showed off the lengths she went to make herself presentable. The only flaw Ray could see was that she was a little on the skinny side, guessing that she mostly subsisted on cups of coffee and energy bars to get through the day. These thoughts remained bottled up in Ray’s mind as he took his seat across from her.”
“G-good to see you again, Ms. Windstradt,” Ray said. “You’re looking lovely today. Did you do something new with your-“
“That’ll be enough,” Ethel said with a raised hand. “As you know, I am a very busy woman. Hurry up and show me what you’ve got so I can move on.”
“Yes, right away,” Ray replied, quicky unwrapping the bundle of paper.
Placing the recently cooked burger on the desk, Ray tried to present the greasy mess that was his greatest creation. The three meat patties dripped with cheese and a strange, pink sauce. Picking up the sandwich between her fingers, Ethel lifted off the top bun to examine the strips of bacon, onions, and various condiments balanced atop it. Putting the bun back on the burger pushed out a gush of grease onto the paper below. Despite all of this, Ethel still opened up her mouth to take a small taste of the sandwich.
“Not bad,” Ethel commented as she chewed. “Not bad at all.” Swallowing her food, she placed the burger back on the paper and cleaned her face with a napkin. “Then again, it’s to be expected considering your using my special formula.”
Ray took a deep breath. “While I won’t deny that, you did come to me specifically to create a tasty burger to go along with it.”
Ethel shrugged her shoulders. “True, however that was because you were the only one available. As much as I would have liked a gourmet chef to take on this task, the stigma around making products for a fast food restaurant was too great. You were chosen because you were available and didn’t ask for much compensation.”
“Um, thank you?”
“Don’t mention it,” Ethel said, picking up the burger and ripping it in half. Leaving one part lying on the paper, she proceeded to nibble on the chunk in her hands. “Go on and eat.”
“If I may be so blunt,” Ray began, “I’m fine for now. I already had a salad for lunch.”
“That won’t do,” Ethel reprimanded through another mouthful of meat. “If we’re going to be selling these at your location, you’re going to need to show some more eagerness. Now go on and eat.”
Knowing there was little use in arguing against his boss, Ray did as he was told and picked up his half of the burger. Taking a bite, his mind raced with the various things he read about the formula. It was a mixture of grease and additives that made for an extremely unhealthy sauce for anything it was put on. Despite that, the drastic negatives came along with an otherworldly flavor that helped his usually small stomach be able to get through the entire meal.
“How soon can we begin selling these?” Ethel asked, tossing him a napkin to clean the grease from his face.
“I should be able to teach my employees the process within a week,” Ray replied. “I just need to think of a name for it to place on the menu.”
“That’s simple,” Ethel said, getting up from her seat and heading towards the door. “You will call it the Binge Burger.”
“The Binge Burger?”
Looking over her shoulder, Ethel shot Ray a glare. “Do you have a problem with the name?
“No, no, of course not,” Ray replied, hurriedly picking up the remains of their impromptu lunch. “I’ll get to work right away on introducing it to the customers.”
“See that you do,” Ethel said as she took her leave. “If this plan works out, our company is about to climb to the top of the fast food world.”
