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Do You Want Fries With That?

You catch the scent of frying on the wind, and your mouth waters. A burger would really hit the spot. You stride to the double doors and push them open. Silence greets you, but conversations quickly resume. People are getting more used to morphs.

You walk up to the counter, and are served by a pretty, but vapid, young woman. "Hi, my name's Sue, can I take your order?" She even makes it sound genuine. You scan the menu board, and order a double veggie-burger and coke. The order is soon placed in front of you, and she asks charmingly, "Would you like fries with that?" Again, the oily aroma tickles your nostrils, and you hears yourself say "Yes, please."

You go to a booth in the corner of the room and tuck in. Somehow, the greasy, salty vegetable-matter is the best food you've ever tasted. Withing minutes, you're licking your stubby hands and staring at an empty plate. You don't feel particularly full, though. Going back to the counter, you order again- a double cheese veggie burger, 2 large fries and a mega cola. You hand over your money and go back to your seat.

If anything, the food tastes better than it did the first time, possibly because there's more of it. As you finish the food and start on the coke, you notice a starnge pressure on your gut. You look down.

It's the table. Your belly now bulges out in front of you. The overalls are skin-tight, and your T-shirt has ridden up, allowing a little of your girth to spill out. For some reason this doesn't worry you: after all, weren't rhinos one of the largest land animals? What's more annoying is that it's being obstructed by the table. You sit back in the booth, and discover that you now fill a good fraction of it. "So what?" something inside you shrugs, "Who's going to argue with a rhino? Especially a BIG rhino like you?"

Hmm. This fast-food really is fattening. Making you bigger. You slurp down the gallon or so of icy coke, feeling it fizz into your stomach. As you do so, you feel your clothes give a little under the pressure. Giving your belly an absent pat, you debate whether to buy any more of that gorgeous, greasy food.

Written by Lupine

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