Dumburger - Tasty and Cripsy - Part 3

Chapter 1 - The Greasy Spiral

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For those wondering who the girl in the cover of this chapter was, it's Sasha.
Unlike the girl in part 1 and part 2 who was always Jasmine

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The days that followed slipped through our fingers, dragging us into an increasingly warped routine. Tammy was the only one of us three still clinging to a shred of clarity, worried about what was happening to me and Sasha. She wasn’t on shift with us this month, but she cared enough to keep tabs on us through our group chat, firing off concerned messages. Naturally, she was also anxious for herself, wondering if something out there could transform you in mere hours, like it had Sasha. Me? I was too far gone to even notice how deep the decay pulling us under had gotten. I’d grown used to coming home and getting flak from my parents about how much weight I was packing on. They were starting to believe I was the problem, not DumBurger’s food. I stopped listening to them, and stopped caring about myself altogether. The food made me happy; the worries made me miserable. With that kind of setup, it was obvious what I’d choose to chase.

Meanwhile, things at DumBurger were getting creepier by the day. Every shift, the customers seemed to leave with duller, emptier stares, as if something was draining them the same way it was draining us. And us? Well, I was desperately trying not to cave to my usual oversized order, the one with that hypercaloric milkshake that practically screamed my name every lunch break. But resisting was exhausting, and I gave in every day, crumbling like some hopeless junkie.

EAT ME, JAS! YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME!

Sasha, though, seemed to have ditched every last scrap of restraint. Back in the day, she’d been the voice of reason, the poster child for moderation. But now? Now she was someone else entirely.

It was lunchtime, and I plopped down next to her. The greasy aroma of fries filled the air, cranking my hunger pangs up to eleven. As I nervously skimmed the menu, my heart stopped when I saw her place her order.

“Sasha, what are you doing?” I asked, stunned, as she requested a cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

She turned to me with those big, innocent eyes, flashing a grin like a kid caught sneaking a cookie. “Oh, Jas… I couldn’t hold out anymore! It’s just too good. Come on, one big splurge won’t hurt, right? Besides, it’s Large, like me.”

She giggled, her silly, cheerful tone almost mocking the old Sasha. The way she bit into that burger, letting out a soft moan of delight, left me speechless. This wasn’t her, not the Sasha I knew, but part of me couldn’t help being mesmerized by her transformation. She was reveling in the food I craved so badly and fought so hard to resist.

DO IT LIKE HER, JAS!

Her greasy hands cradled the burger like it was the most precious thing in the world. I sat there, frozen, watching her chew with her eyes closed, a smudge of sauce staining her face. A weird mix of feelings churned in my chest, shock, a hint of disgust, but also a spark of… something else. Envy? Yeah, maybe envy. With those plump lips and stuffed cheeks, she was turning me on something fierce. The little glutton didn’t care, not like I did.

My stomach, the traitor, let out a loud growl. I was fighting a losing battle, so why not just do what she did?

I stood up and ordered the same meal, following her down the spiral of culinary ruin we’d been left to by Tammy’s different shifts.

As I got up and turned, Sasha smirked at my figure from behind, like her whole game was to stoke my hunger and make me want to copy her. But soon enough, she was back to savoring her food, as if she’d already forgotten her little scheme, her only priority now that fatty burger in front of her. Grease dripped from her mouth, sliding down her chin to her neck. She was hooked, no question about it.

From across the restaurant, the manager watched us. His eyes lingered as Sasha dove into her meal and I went to order. His smile was a thin, ambiguous line, almost smug, like he was witnessing something predictable, inevitable.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into a month, and Sasha and I were sucked deeper into a whirlpool of indulgence. DumBurger’s food was like a drug, the more you ate, the more you craved. I could see my belly getting rounder, while the scale kept torturing me. At 158 pounds, I was teetering on the edge of obesity, me, who used to be skinny as a rail and full of energy. All that extra weight was fat, mostly piling onto my gut, making me look pregnant. It was bizarre and humiliating, my small chest barely grew, and my hips and butt got next to nothing. I felt ridiculous, but when I ate and stuffed that chubby belly full, I loved it. It drove me wild.

As for Sasha, her body had ballooned past Tammy’s in sheer size. Her massive backside spilled over her work pants, catching every eye in the room. Each step looked like a struggle, but she didn’t seem to mind, if anything, she leaned into it. Her goofy, childish giggles had become part of the place. So had the new regular male customers, drawn in by her syrupy charm at the register. No one recognized her as the same cashier from before, not even me. They all thought she was someone new. She’d changed overnight for the worse, going from a sensible, diet-conscious girl to a full-on feeder’s dream.

“You know, Jas, my little sisters have been teasing me nonstop lately,” she said one day as we shared another binge. She buried her face in her milkshake before going on. “They call me dumb! Say working at DumBurger’s softened my brain… and maybe they’re right. But what brats, I do this for them, the little jerks. I love my sisters, but sometimes they need to be put in their place. I’ve started punishing them, you know? Teach them not to cross me… hehe.”

Her carefree laugh sent a shiver down my spine as she flipped between praising and trashing her sisters with the same casual tone.

“My folks tease me the same way,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “My parents are so disappointed… they keep telling me I’ve got to stop gaining, but I… I can’t. I just can’t quit. And those fries…” I swallowed hard. “They’re so damn good!” I didn’t mention the shake that had me drooling just thinking about it.

Sasha nodded, leaning over to snatch another handful of fries from my tray. “Totally. You can’t stop, Jas! I love these fries almost more than my sisters, haha.”

My days with Sasha blurred into a nonstop haze of food and self-indulgence. Tammy popped up in our talks now and then, but the truth was, our different shifts and growing obsession with the food left little room for anything else. Questions about the manager, the weird memory lapses, and the back office stayed unanswered, drowned out by the roar of our laughter and the creamy milkshakes filling our bellies.

And as our lives turned into an obvious mess to anyone looking in, we told ourselves maybe there was nothing wrong with this place, this food, it was nice working here. All those hormone theories were just baseless suspicions we’d cooked up, never proven. But deep down, the part of me I didn’t want to hear these days knew better, knew we’d been corrupted. Still, it was easier to pretend otherwise.