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"Look, Jo... all I'm saying is that you're a big boy and it's not good for your health. Especially since it took you what... a month? A month to put that weight on; and you weigh upwards of 400 pounds now, right?" The voice was deeply concerned, but the words it spoke seemed harsher and more unsupportive than they had been a month ago. They almost tinged with regret. Jo didn't care though, he liked his weight gain.

"Tony, I like my body. I wouldn't mind putting on more weight in the future." Jo said nonchalantly as he munched on a curly fry. He seemed genuinely pleased with his gut, which was huge compared to this time last year when he was only about 150 pounds. Now he was pushing 500 and it was all because of Tony's support, but especially because of the food here at Big Boy's. He didn't know what had happened to suddenly add all that weight, but in the last two months he had nearly doubled his weight, and definitely he'd grown much bigger in the last two weeks. His clothes didn't ever fit him and he had to resort to wearing loose-fit stretchy-material for the time being. His weight gain had slowed a bit lately, and Jo had honestly thought he was hitting a peak in his weight.

"Jo... I'm concerned for your health. You know I love you and I want you to be healthy. I... you know I don't like fat guys. I'm only saying this because I don't want things like this to become problems in our relationship." There was that concern again; and again there was that subtle harshness that Jo was picking up on. Something about the way Tony was saying it didn't really make much sense for him to say it. Tony had dated Jo in the past, true, but they were long-since broken up. The only reason that they hung out the amount they did much anymore is because Jo and Tony were capable of doing so now that Tony had money. However, with Jo unemployed for the time being, it had been slow going on getting a new job so Tony usually paid wherever they went for whatever they bought. And lately, a lot of it had been food for Jo's gut.

"Maybe you shouldn't worry about it right now... let's not talk about it, okay?" Jo asked, a little concerned that maybe Tony wouldn't drop it after all. The booth was quiet for a long moment, and Jo tried to recline back in the booth, but he was already getting too big to really laze back in the booth. He was surprised he could even find clothes that fit him, and he knew about the health risks of weighing as much as a beached whale, but he reminded himself constantly he didn't weigh as much as a beached whale, and that as long as he didn't he could gain weight and be happy. Tony had said from the beginning that this wouldn't be the case, but Jo had proven him wrong.

"Well, have you tried looking for a job anywhere?" Tony asked as he sipped some of the water that the waitress had brought out to them as freebies at the start of their meal here.

"I have, but it's a rough economy, you know? Nothing is about the only thing I've found in looking for a job." He finished his curly fries in a bit of a hurry then drained the large Coke he'd been drinking with his meal and let out a belch. Tony winced a little, hating it when Jo belched like a pig. Jo never seemed to notice that wince, or at least he never acknowledged it.

"Why not get a job here, at Big Boy's?" Tony asked, trying not to say anything about the belch, but it was very hard to hold his tongue. Jo's eyes widened a bit and he seemed a little confused, or at least that is what Tony thought he looked like. With all those chins and those chubby cheeks, he could just as easily be smiling underneath all that fat. He never knew with Jo anymore.

"Are you serious? Are they even hiring, Tony?" Jo asked incredulously. He didn't think he'd seen a hiring sign out front as they'd walked into the restaurant. He couldn't have missed it if there had been one.

"I'm dead serious. When the waitress comes back next, just ask her if you can get a job here, or at least apply for one. With all the eating you do, maybe you'd do good to fix the food yourself so I don't have to keep wasting money on us going out to eat like this." Tony didn't like spending all this money on them both for just Jo to plow through half a buffet's worth of food. It was why he always only got the water; he couldn't afford much for himself and still let Jo eat like a horde of pigs.

"Well... I could ask I guess. And what do you mean by 'wasting money' Tony? I thought you liked coming here because it was cheap?" Jo knew what Tony was getting at, but he didn't want to hear it anyways. And luckily as soon as he finished asking the question, one of the chefs came out with some dessert for Jo.

"Gentlemen, is this all I can get for you?" He asked before his eyes settled on Jo. In an instant, the chef's eyes lit up and he set the dessert, five chocolate cake slices, down on the table and hurried back into the kitchen, as if he'd suddenly been inspired. The only thing inspiring to Tony was how fast the fat chef ran back to the kitchen. Jo was equally fast in devouring the cake and Tony sighed a bit, thinking of how Jo never offered him food when he was eating. He just ate the cake.

"I think he was a bit odd don't you?" Jo queried as he looked back at Jo and then smiled a bit, "And he moves fast for a fat guy... but I think I could still beat him in a race."

"Jo, I don't know how to tell you this but... what if you started going to the gym with me and... I don't know... started working out?" Tony tried to broach the subject cautiously, not wanting to upset Jo, but Jo was already visibly upset at being asked to work out. Jo didn't like working out any more than he liked being out of a job.

Jo didn't even get a chance to protest this, though. A second later, a man in a button-up shirt showed up with a big smile on his gruff face. The nametag said Berkley Braxton, and Jo read it as the man began to speak, "What's your name kid?" He asked Jo directly. Tony thought that this guy was going to kick them both out for eating all of his food on a daily basis but when Jo told him his name, the manager (that's all he could be with that button-up shirt, compared to the rest of the informally-dressed staff) smiled big and said, "You've got a certain look to you, a certain look that I'd like to have running my kitchen. Would you be interested in a job, Jo?"

Jo had found it very difficult to put on his uniform for the first time, having to get used to the shirt not quite fitting and the pants feeling very constricted because they weren't stretchy material. The apron had fit well enough though, and he had managed to show up for his first day of work ready to learn how to operate the kitchen's machines and how to prepare the food correctly. He'd even made sure to show up early so as to get as much learning in as possible before starting on the clock officially.

Mr. Braxton had enjoyed the lad's early arrival and had done a good job showing him around and how to work the stove, how to prepare the food, and even informed him that he would be in charge in the kitchen: at some point Mr. Braxton had given Jo the job of head chef and not just regular chef. He only had two rules that Jo thought would be easy to follow.

"I only have two rules I need you to follow, and they're easy to follow Jo." Braxton said informally as he stopped at the punch-in clock near the back of the kitchen, "Rule number one, never prepare the meal any other way than the instruction booklet tells you to; always remember the right temperatures and you'll do good though. And rule number two, whenever you aren't cooking if you are on the premises you have to be eating. I don't care what you eat, but you have to eat. I like my cooks plump and at their biggest. Can you remember those two rules?"

Jo nodded eagerly and clocked in for the first time with Big Boy's restaurant. He headed over to the sink, washed his hands as he was told to do first thing, and then headed to the stove, surprised to find orders for breakfast already coming in for him to prepare. He wasn't much of a leader, but he had enough confidence that he could do the job well enough. He quickly began to work.

Berkley watched the eager young lad start to work, watching the way he seemed to skillfully prepare the food, operating the stove he had and occasionally shouting out the orders that he couldn't cook on his own. He was increasingly pleased as Jo got more comfortable with his job. He could have watched him all day, and in fact for the most part of an hour he did just watch Jo. Berkley liked Jo, not just because of his skill or his eagerness, but because of his size. None of his chefs were as big as Jo was already, and he had had some of them for years now. Jo, on the other hand, seemed like he was going to plump up eternally into a tremendously sexy harrier. He couldn't wait for that day to come when he could just fall into Jo and snuggle him deeply, then sink into his gut as if it were a form-fitting comforter of sorts. The more that he thought of Jo getting bigger than he already was, the more aroused Berkley got.

He watched Jo get a comfortable, slightly confident smile as he fried some bacon in his pan, and Berkley felt the same smile growing over his face. He really could not wait for Jo to become his star chef

And Jo could not wait to show Berkley who was the star chef of this restaurant.

***

"It's been only a month, and you gained how much?" Tony couldn't believe that Jo was just trying to get as big as he could now. What was Jo's ultimate goal for weight gain anyways? He laid back on the bed and sighed hard, "Jo, are you trying to make yourself immobile or something? I mean... if you do you won't have a job for much longer." Tony said rubbing his temples trying to figure it all out. He was still trying to remember how much Jo had weighed beforehand, but he didn't even want to think of how fat Jo was then either. He hated big guys, so why was he just letting Jo get this big?

"It was a hundred pounds, Tony. Why are you so surprised? The manager here makes us all eat whenever we aren't working here and the food's just too good to put down." Jo laughed a little at this, patting his big gut which had already outgrown the huge shirt he'd started wearing only about a week ago. He was putting on weight pretty fast, sure, but Berkley had not let him go without properly fitting attire while on the job. Off the job, however...

"I'm just saying, any bigger and you won't be getting through any doors any time soon." Tony leaned back up and looked at Jo, who had a bit of an angry glare, "Oh don't give me that look."

"I'm giving you that look. You always tell me that you don't mind if I get bigger, and now you're insulting me for it." Jo said as he shifted his massive weight from one leg to the other. He was wearing pants that were probably big enough to double as a parachute of sorts, and his shirt was bigger than that. However, he did seem to enjoy the big, soft gut he was still growing, and even with the angry glare he was still idly rubbing his gut.

"I'm sorry, Jo. Just... I mean..." Before he could make sure he said anything else to upset Jo, he choked back his insults and tried to make up for his words, "You look good considering how big you are now. How's work?" Tony hoped changing the subject would make things go smoother for their conversation. The instant that was asked, however, Jo's face melted from the glare he'd given Tony to a bit of a stressful look, and he scratched at his growing scruff as if trying to think for a moment.

"It's terrible, Tony. I'm the biggest chef there and I'm only 18. Berkley made me the head chef and it's just been stress all day, every day for the last two weeks." Jo began to say. Tony liked it when Jo talked about his problems, it made him feel useful; not like Jo's rapidly ballooning weight, which Tony not only didn't like but couldn't help fix. "I don't know what to do with these guys. I ask them to take an order to a table, and they don't do it. I have to keep the plates warm on the grill for at least half an hour every single time because these waiters are so bad." Jo scratched the scruff again and growled lightly in his throat, "I can't even get enough time to shave because Berkley makes me work almost all day and I'm too tired to do it when I get home."

"Well, the scruff makes you look older, Jo. I like it." Tony said politely and this seemed to do the trick for Jo, giving him a small smile as Tony returned it with his own. "As for the waiters, why not try getting their attention better?"

"I have tried my best, Tony. I have rang the bell they said to use when an order is done, I've sent out somebody to go find me a waiter... hell I've even tried to slow down the orders so that they're ready when the waiters get back. I don't know what else to do." Jo said flabbergasted. He was exasperated with the whole situation, and he had even talked to Berkley about it, several times in fact, but Berkley just reminded him that they weren't skinny and many of them weren't athletic in the slightest. As Berkley put it, 'fat people move slower,' but Jo was the fattest one there and he was moving twice as fast as anyone in the kitchen did. "Short of yelling and screaming at them, I've done everything I can."

Tony smiled big at this, having a wonderful idea to solve this problem, "You know, Jo... there is one thing you're missing. You do still have one good way to get their attention. And given your position as head chef and your size, I'd say they're required to listen to you."

"Tony, what could I possibly do that I haven't done already?" Jo asked curiously as he looked over at Tony's big grin.

"Someone better grab this damn order now or I'm going fucking were on your skinny asses!" Jo shouted throughout the kitchen as he pressed down on one of the hamburgers. He growled loudly to emphasize his point and was mildly surprised to hear the growl drown out the droning hiss of his burgers sizzling on the grill. Almost immediately one of the other waiters ran as fast as his hefty ass could carry him and grabbed all the plates that had been sitting out on the grill, stacked them on the serving platter, and scrambled as fast as he could out of the kitchen to deliver the orders.

This surprised Jo even more, considering it was the first time he'd actually bothered threatening the crew directly with his werewolf side. He had been thinking about Tony's advice all morning and had considered using it several times, but he had refrained because he hadn't wanted to draw Berkley's wrath for shouting obscenities in the kitchen. He had tried to be as reasonable as he could, but it had worked as great as always. Having run out of patience, Jo had impatiently used Tony's exact wording, hoping that it would make a difference, but not having any better plans if it didn't. Luckily for Jo, it worked better than he could've ever hoped.

He finished the burgers and rang the bell, as he was supposed to do first, and then tried his luck again, "Burgers going to table sixteen, and if it isn't off my paws in the next thirty seconds I'm going to go were on your asses!" Again, a waiter dashed in, took the order and the food, and rushed out. Jo was even more surprised the second time around because he had half-expected it to be a fluke, but it was true. Jo just had to assert himself as the leader of this pack and his work would go by faster and easier.

"Jo, in my office now!"

Or not.

Jo made sure that the chefs working around him could cover for him, but he knew they couldn't, and he hurried to Berkley's office to see what Berkley wanted. He entered behind Berkley and closed the door, then watched as his boss sat down in his chair behind the desk. "Jo, sit down please."

"No disrespect, sir, but I have to get back to the grill. The others are just too slow to keep up with the demands. I've told you about this before, Mr. Braxton." Jo said, amazed at his defiant confidence that had just suddenly sprung up from nowhere. He shifted his weight impatiently and stood his ground.

"I am aware of what we've talked about Jo. I just wanted to ask what you think you're doing harassing them on the job like you just did." Berkley was talking business, but his eyes were talking pleasure as he looked up and down his star chef's hefty body, silently undressing him with his eyes as he admired what he saw and glad that the desk hid his growing erection. "You know you aren't supposed to harass the others, no matter how they move on the job."

"Yes, sir, but this is the best way to get them to listen to me." Jo began to speak again, but Berkley held up his paw, and Jo silenced.

"Jo, the reason nobody listens to you is because you're young and you're new here. It happens to all of us at one point or another in our lives, even me," Berkley said with a small grin on his face, "You just have to find a way to get noticed in this kitchen."

"Sir, I was getting noticed. That was the first time somebody has ever picked up my order as soon as I rang the bell. I didn't have to repeat myself or anything for it." Berkley was taken aback by this statement, as if he hadn't seen how responsive people were to Jo's dominant assertions. Jo sensed this and continued, "I think it would be worthwhile if I kept doing it. It might make things better for all of us and for the customers if we get the food to them on time for once."

Berkley nodded and then smiled bigger at Jo as he spoke, "Jo, you're my star chef. I can't say it enough. You'll go far here if you keep working with us. You can keep up your assertions if you feel they are helping the business, but try not to be too loud. We don't want the customers scared off by a werewolf threat. God knows last time we pulled that at Halloween we just about lost half our customers in the dining area at once." Jo nodded dutifully and turned to go back to his station to take orders again, closing the door behind him. Berkley chuckled a bit, then reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out a box of cigars, grabbed one from the box and put it in his maw before lighting it. As he exhaled from a drag on it, he thought of Jo and how big his head chef was getting lately. He thought of how the shirt didn't cover the lower half of his belly very well or how his apron was crinkled up a bit under the huge man-boobs, but he especially thought of Jo with a dominant attitude; he imagined Jo running the kitchen under his watchful thumb, using his dominance and confidence to run the kitchen and bring a better quality food service to the restaurant. He knew Jo would go far; he just had to wait now.

Berkley was a very patient bear.

Lunch was only an hour, but Jo ate enough for his meal to fill up two or three normal-sized people. Jo was huge, of course, so he needed a huge meal. He had fixed himself a gargantuan assortment of foods, mostly curly fries, burgers, and a tall milkshake for himself. As he ate, he looked around the break room as he often did, watching the others run around outside in the kitchen, thinking how he liked watching some of them move. He was a chubby chaser and he knew it, so he was glad that everyone here was very chubby. Jo ate one of his many burgers, nearly devouring it in three bites. As he finished it, Berkley walked into the break room and watched his head chef eating his huge lunch. The two of them looked at each other for a while but it was Jo who finally spoke up.

"Yes sir?"

"Nothing, Jo. Just watching you eat. I'm amazed by how fast you put on weight since joining up with us last month." Berkley was proud of Jo for gaining all the weight he could; he liked eager employees and Jo was certainly the most eager of his current line-up. "I like the weight you've put on recently. You certainly can gain weight."

"I used to be really skinny, Mr. Braxton." Jo noted as he slurped down some of his milkshake before continuing, "I don't know what happened really. I just started putting it on one day." Jo chomped down on some of his curly fries as he finished another burger.

"Well if you need a new uniform let me know and I'll get you something, Jo." Berkley said with a bit of a romantic smile to his face, "You know I'll do anything for you." Jo nodded a bit to agree with his boss. Berkley watched him for a long while, "You're very cute Jo. We need to hang out some time. I like to know all my employees very well." Berkley's sentences were short, but to the point. Jo knew what the point was-- his boss was trying to date him. When Jo blushed hard at this, Berkley laughed and put his paw on his gut, "Don't worry, I'll let you know when and where. Finish your break and get back to work as soon as you're ready."

Jo was still blushing when he went back to work ten minutes later.

After a long, hard day at work, he was finally home. Jo flipped on the light switch to his bathroom as he closed the door. He was going to take a shower to get rid of that hot grease and fried food smell he was coated in now. He stripped off his shirt but stopped then and looked in the mirror a bit. Tony was right, he did look a bit older with the scruff on his chins, but it looked good. He rubbed it a bit and smiled softly, admiring how it made him look tougher. He supposed that it helped with all the yelling he had done today, his voice hurt whenever he spoke, and he was sure if he kept doing it much more he'd go hoarse before the week was out. Lucky he had the next day off then, Jo thought as he tried to make a growly face, furrowing his brow and giving a bit of a snarl. He practiced his threats in the mirror, not as loudly as he did at work when he actually did them, but enough that he could hear himself. Jo was amazed at how much like Berkley he looked when he did that, despite being so much bigger than his boss.

The phone rang and startled Jo from his admiration in the mirror. He pulled it out of his pants pocket then flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Did it work?" Tony asked and Jo knew what he meant exactly. When Jo told him of his success at work today, Tony seemed proud that his suggestion had worked, "I'm glad it worked. I told you it would, Jo. Do you feel less stressful today?"

"Not really, it was busy all day and my throat hurts from all that yelling I did. But at least everyone got their meals on time for once." Jo said with a bit of a gentle laugh, "How are you doing?"

Tony told Jo about his day at the gym, and he mentioned that because of Jo's extra income he had put more of his money into the bank to start saving up for a car of his own because he was tired of Don driving him everywhere he wanted to go. "I think all those meals you've been buying me lately are making me get fatter too." Tony joked as Jo started to draw the water for his bath. "I've put on about ten pounds in the last month or so from all the food we've been going to eat together."

"Is that really a bad thing?" Jo asked light-heartedly as he started adding bubbles to his bath. He wanted to de-stress fully and relax for a while in a bubble bath before heading to bed later. He deserved it after a long day at work. When Tony didn't respond to his question, Jo asked him again but he was cut off this time sharply.

"I don't want to get fat, Jo. I hate fat-asses." This was actually not true; Tony had liked the weight he'd been putting on lately. It made his shirts seem tighter, and his muscles seemed bigger, which was something that Tony had been wanting for a while now. He didn't let Jo know that as he talked on the phone he was admiring the slight bit of pudge his belly had been putting on recently. It was true he didn't like fat guys, but he wasn't fat and that's what mattered, right?

"Well I gotta go, Tony. I'm going to get a bath and go on to bed. It's been a long day." Jo said, trying not to sound rushed as he turned off the faucets and set a towel on the counter for when he got out, "So I'll talk to you later. Bye." He hung up the phone and then quietly eased himself into the bath, moaning a little as he did, the hot soapy water making his aching muscles relax quite a bit just from contact.

As he lay back in the tub and closed his eyes, he saw himself as a tough guy, his body even bigger with fat than it was now but his face demanding others to listen to him and follow his orders. He loved the mental images, and he knew that if he kept asserting himself he would soon get there. He couldn't wait for that day to come.

***

The sizzle of the grill was one of background noise for Jo nowadays, but he didn't mind the smells of meat grilling, the fat dripping off the rack as he threw four burgers onto the small grill. He admired the rest of the smells around him, particularly the smell of the ocean as the waves crashed against the sand not too far away. He turned to the group of four others playing a small game of beach volleyball as they waited for him to finish cooking their lunch.

"A chef's job is never done." He sighed happily as he watched them then went back to his food as he flipped each burger. He was glad that he had managed to get some well-deserved time off from work and had been able to take everyone down to the beach this month. Jo had been especially surprised that the restaurant had been closed down for remodeling and rejuvenation and that Berkley had given him the month off to do what he pleased. The money he'd been saving up for the last couple of months had gone into this trip that would be over in a couple of days. They'd been here at the beach all week, and Jo was glad they'd been able to afford all staying together.

Of course, Jo had found it slightly difficult to even get there due to his huge weight gains recently. It was as if every ounce of food he ate turned into a pound of fat; he was making gains by at least 10 pounds a day sometimes. Not that he had even minded it; he was nearly 750 pounds now and he had to get custom-made clothing from a friend that Berkley said he'd known for years now. His bathing suit, the only thing he was currently wearing, was large enough to drown a grown man should he have put them on instead of Jo. It was what had happened to him as he'd been working for the restaurant the last few months.

Things at work were going great recently. He had felt a confidence and dominance he had never felt before when he worked there, and Jo attributed it to the constant yelling and growling he did at the waiters and other cooks that worked there. He had the entire kitchen wrapped around his fat finger now, and Berkley would always compliment Jo about it whenever he was around (in fact he frequently put up a poster in the break room about how Jo was the company role model or something like that; Jo didn't mind that either). Jo was getting pretty fast at cooking on the grill and he'd memorized nearly every meal's recipe and had worked it down to muscle-memory and proper timing at this point. All he had to do was fix the food and yell out the order being done; he seldom used that bell anymore. He liked hearing his growly dominance ring out through the kitchen instead.

Of course, despite things being easier at work, he was still working long hours and when he would come home he'd only go to bed on his new, larger bed which he was quickly beginning to fill out as well. He'd need a lot of new furniture then. He remembered that Tony and Berkley had promised to help him move in new furniture when that time came.

Tony and Berkley were among the group today, in fact. Jo turned to face the group once again before flipping the burgers once again and preparing four more for the group of fatties. He chuckled a bit knowing he outweighed even Berkley by double his weight and the knowledge he was only growing bigger every day made him more motivated to put on the weight. However, Tony had been packing on some weight as well lately and it was clearly starting to show now. He had a good bump for a belly, something Jo teased him about now and then.

"I hate fatties." Tony would always say, but his eyes always suggested that he loved his own weight gain. Indeed, Tony was only gaining so much because Jo always took them out to dinner on his days off and made sure Tony was well-fed.

Berkley had not put on any weight, but he'd been acting differently around Jo as well. He didn't know how to quite say it, but his boss seemed more open and flirty towards him. He had turned his boss down once for a date because he'd had one set up with Tony instead, but it didn't seem to make much sense to Jo that his boss would hit on him. He didn't think Berkley was attracted to guys, let alone fat guys and certainly not Big Boy's biggest boy. However, Berkley had insisted on coming on the trip and Jo had not stopped him. He loved having his boss around, but he'd never thought for a second that Berkley loved Jo. He could only think that Tony loved Jo more.

However, most of this trip had been spent in three different scenarios for Jo and he was slowly warming up to the fact that it was his lot to be involved in them. Firstly, he cooked every meal that the group wanted to eat and he had cooked more gourmet meals than burgers out on the beach during this trip. He hadn't minded cooking for them, even if it wasn't much of a change from cooking in the kitchen back at work, and had taken pride in the idea that they loved his food that much. Secondly, he'd been trying to keep a good dating relationship with Tony. He'd taken his friend out to several places around the beach strip, several piers and even the amusement park four or five blocks south of here. Tony had always gotten into an argument with Jo about his weight or about how Berkley was making Jo get fatter just for his benefit and not for Jo's, but Jo had never once fought him on it. He had always turned the table by pointing out that Tony liked his weight gains, and that there was more where that fat came from if Tony kept hanging around Jo. Tony had simply shut up about it then and they'd enjoyed the rest of their date. Finally, he'd been in the middle of an ongoing battle of affection between everyone else in the group. Berkley had been trying desperately the entire trip to get Jo alone and to do something special with him, but if Jo had ever asked what that was he had never gotten an answer. Tony, of course, had been getting most of the attention for dating, but he wasn't the only one asking for dates. The other two, chefs from the restaurant as well (and twin foxes at that) had been asking Jo for a 'three-way date' among other things. Tony had to rebuff them every single time.

Jo thought it was nice to be the center of attention and he reveled in being so, even if he never showed it visibly. He liked it just as much as he liked barking orders in the kitchen or Tony's small gut. Jo had never thought he would have been this way a year ago, back when he had first started to notice weight creeping on him, but now he didn't want it to be any other way.

Apparently, Berkley did not either. As Jo threw four new burgers onto the grill, setting the finished four on a platter that would soon be full of burgers, he thought of Berkley's advances and flirtations over the last months. Berkley had started simply enough, dropping suggestions here and there at work when Jo would be on break, or making eye contact in a somewhat romantic way, or even proposing a date they could just hang out. But it had been progressing the fatter that Jo had gotten. Berkley had been giving more physical suggestions, advances really, sometimes patting Jo on the back or slapping him on the ass as he left to go home. Jo hadn't minded the attention; he'd thought it was harmless at first. The more Berkley had done it, though, the more worried that Jo was that Berkley would try to step between him and his boyfriend.

Jo finished the second set of burgers and started on the third and final set. As he did he shifted his massive weight to his other leg and hummed a little as he cooked, hearing the volleyball behind him being smacked around as the group played casually. They didn't even have a net or a set area to play in, really. Jo had thought it was nice that everyone was having fun and he flipped the burgers realizing that he was having fun as well. He had never thought he'd get this big, and it still amazed him. He was still too lazy to shave though; as he'd grown bigger he'd also grown lazier at home, and he only shaved when he thought his beard had gotten too long now and then. He had permanent stubble to say the least; he never trimmed it all the way off anymore because he thought it made him look tougher and more demanding of others' attentions. And with his werewolf side of him to provide extra strength where many others would never have it, Jo never seemed tired or worn out even though he should have been close to immobile at this point. His belly sagged nearly to his knees when it wasn't held up by any kind of clothing and his double chin had to have its own zip code by now. Despite these facts, Jo loved his body and he loved how even Tony admired it in his own special way. Most people just played with his fat or tried to see how deep they could sink into his belly; Tony's admiration usually came in words only, but Jo knew he wasn't fooling anyone. Tony may have hated fatties, but he loved Jo.

He chuckled a bit as he thought of all these things, and he knew he was only going to see more love as he got bigger, and he didn't even know how big he was going to get, but he knew he probably wouldn't stop getting bigger at this point. If he had to go until he was no longer able to get through his day because he couldn't move, he would do it. Otherwise he had no problems getting bigger. Nobody else had seemed to mind at this point so why should he? He patted his soft, tremendously-large belly and scratched the furry treasure trail that was near his belly button. He finished the burgers and took them off the grill then put the whole lot of them on buns, dividing them up nicely between the five of them.

"Lunch is ready, everyone!" Jo called, feeling like he was in the kitchen once again with that call. The ball game immediately ended and everyone quickly rushed to the grill and table that they'd set up on the sandy beach, hurrying to get some of Jo's delicious burgers. There was enough for everyone to get two each (since that was all the packages of hamburger could provide) but the burgers were much thicker than many fast food hamburgers. They were slightly bigger than most gourmet ones as well. Jo liked his burgers thick, after all, and nobody argued with the chef on how to prepare his meals.

As they all sat at the table and Jo grabbed his own burgers and sat down on the sand with everyone else, he eyed everyone again. The twin foxes were both fat and happy with the burgers, even laughing together about some odd joke they had about how Jo's food reminded them of "what they serve in heaven" or something of the sort. Jo looked over at Tony, watching him carefully enjoy his food, as if he were afraid it would make him fatter but at the same time relishing the taste of the food as well. Berkley just stared at Jo, rather seductively he thought, as he ate his food slowly as well. Jo wasn't sure why his boss wanted to be this personal with his star chef, but he figured that he was special.

He ate his burgers quickly, finishing before anyone else could even finish one and he sat back, enjoying the sun and sand. Somebody chirped in, "Hey Jo, what are you making for dinner?"

"I hope it has lobster in it, I love lobster!" Somebody else called out. There were plenty of suggestions for fish due to the supply they'd caught fishing out on the sea earlier this week, including lobster.

Tony interjected, "I think Jo's probably getting tired of cooking all the time for us. Why don't we just go out tonight? What do you think, Jo?" He asked as he turned to his boyfriend and smiled happily to him. Jo could see his point: he did cook a lot of meals on this trip. However, they had eaten and thoroughly enjoyed every last one of them. He didn't think that anyone would mind if he kept cooking for them, even if they did want to go out to eat tonight.

Jo knew what the answer to the question was, and he laughed a little bit. "Why would I want to do that?" Jo asked as he rubbed his fat, furry belly again, "A chef's job is never done."

***

Berkley had pulled Jo to the front gates of Bigger Pastures Center, a fat community for people and furries who were so big they could no longer fit into their own homes. Jo was now one of those people, now weighing well over a thousand pounds from the last few months at working at Big Boy's. Berkley had promised him a better place to stay if he would do Berkley this one small favor, and Jo had eagerly followed him to the community.

"This will be your new home, Jo. Come on I'll show you to your new room." Berkley said with a slight bit of eagerness in his voice.

Still able to walk very easily, like he didn't even have a gut in between his legs, behind Berkley as Jo looked around to get a glimpse of all the chubs that lived here and how big everything was. It was almost as if the place had been made for fat people by fat people. Fat being the word to describe anyone over a thousand pounds, as Jo now was. He still couldn't believe that after a little over four months he had managed to triple his weight and then some, but he knew it was from all the food at Big Boy's.

"There are very friendly people here, and they are all big like you, Jo." Berkley smiled as he nodded towards a few of the other fat furs around the yard. He led Jo into the main building and then down the hall to his new room, Room 7.

"Wow... everything was just so big. The halls don't make me feel so cramped. But this was very nice of you to show me this place, Berk." Jo said with a bit of a grin. He really felt like he was at home already.

"Well as your boss, I feel somewhat responsible for your recent weight gain, Jo." Berkley chuckled a bit. He had more on his mind than just showing Jo his new room, "Come on... let me show you into your new home." He winked at Jo a bit, somewhat seductively even, and led him into the posh room. The furniture was at least fitting for Jo, not like his old house, and was built much more sturdy than his own. As they entered, Berkley closed the door silently behind him. "What do you think?"

"It's amazing; wonderful; large. I can't wait to start a new life here, especially since Tony might be able to live with me, with permission from his dad." He missed Tony; he had been seeing less of him lately due to his father exerting ever-increasing control over his son. Jo thought that it'd be easier if Tony just came out to his father, but knew it would be bad news if he did.

"Tony?" Berkley asked before remembering, "I thought he hated your weight gain."

As he talked, Jo walked around the room to see what all was inside the new apartment-like room. It was bigger than his old place, or at least it seemed that way. "He does, but he loves me too much to let a number get in the way."

"Well good luck to you with Tony..." Berkley found a smile growing on his face. "I know that you'll be happier here; especially with your huge weight going up every day."

"Yeah... Speaking of which, I'm starved." Jo worked pretty much the entire week now at Big Boy's, or at least he had until he had stopped fitting in through the doorway about a week ago. Jo barely had time for his lunch break, or any break for that matter. Business had been booming as Jo had gotten better at the grill. Come to think of it, as he had gotten better at the grill, the patrons' appetites and waistlines had grown bigger as well. Must've been a coincidence, he thought.

"It's because you're so devoted to the company Jo. And I've been very glad to hear it, to watch you these last few months." Berkley smiled bigger, "And just your luck, I already have food planned for your arrival." He went into the kitchen, which was part of the apartment-like rooming, and opened the cabinets and the fridge, showing how stocked everything was. Jo's mouth dropped slightly seeing everything full with food.

"Man, you're one step ahead of me, aren't you?" Jo hugged Berkley into his very large belly and Berkley seemed to sink into it a bit as well.

Berkley was a big bear, but he was no match for the huge dog that hugged him. He smiled and rubbed Jo's huge moobs with both paws, feeling them squish a lot under each paw. "Would you like some food? Why don't you go lay down on the bed, and I'll get you something to eat?" Berkley offered happily.

"All right," Jo released Berkley and walked into the bedroom where the bed was like two king sized mattresses in one. Jo lay on it and sank into the softness of the brand new mattress.

After a moment, Berkley took a cigar from his shirt pocket and lit it before taking a long drag, exhaling the smoke and then got every bit of food he could carry and brought it into the bedroom with him, eventually emptying the shelves, but not telling Jo he had done this. He chuckled as he started to feed Jo some hamburgers first, burgers that he had made fresh before Jo had arrived. He started to shove the burgers into Jo's maw, one at a time.

"These are good," Jo said as his mouth watered, the food piling into his maw one hamburger at a time. Jo only took a few bites before swallowing, ready for every one Berkley delivered into his maw.

Berkley chuckled and smiled seductively as he fed the unaware Jo, then lay beside him, grabbed the burgers with one paw and fed them into his mouth with the other. He watched with deep interest as Jo ate more and more, never seeming to get full.

Jo kept moaning in delight to being fed the hamburgers, but then felt as if they surpassed the taste of his cooking on its own. Berkley saw this in Jo's face and explained that Berkley had been alive longer than Jo and he had been cooking longer than his star chef had as well. Jo rubbed his belly under his already tight and small shirt, exposing his belly's massive overhang, as he enjoyed the food.

Berkley smiled and finished sending the last burger down Jo's throat. After a long moment, there was no more food, and Berkley stared at his star chef with that seductive smile, the cigar hanging halfway out of his maw as he dragged back and exhaled a bit on the cigar.

As Jo looked a bit sad from not having any more food, he let out a large and vibrant belch, and then that sad frown turned into a giggling smile almost like flipping on a light switch. "Man, those were delicious." He scratched his own belly softly.

Berkley nodded and then got up to get Jo some more food, mostly potato chips by this point, and then cake once the chips were gone. Little by little, the room full of food was slowly emptied into Jo's endless, appetite-filled gut.

Seeing that his gut had expanded a bit, he was upset to discover that he was still so hungry. "You'd be an amazing host, Berkley."

Berkley said nothing for a moment and then he leaned in and kissed Jo on the mouth, not even caring that Tony was Jo's real boyfriend. "I could sit here and feed you all day, Jo."

Jo was very shocked at the sudden kiss. He felt as if he had never been kissed that way before, and certainly never by his boss. Unable to hide it, Jo gave out a big smile under his lightly residue-covered lips.

Berkley chuckled a bit seeing Jo's shocked face and smiled bigger, revealing his fangs, "Seems you liked that. I must confess, Jo ... I've been attracted to big boys all his life, but you're by far the biggest and sexiest I've ever seen." He sat up on the bed and began to clean up the mess that they had made. "And the hungriest."

"Well, it's because of your help that I became the hungriest... and I was starting to piece together that you had a thing for me. Oh, and yes, I really liked that kiss" Jo explained with a bit of a romantic smile on his face. He was still reeling from the kiss a bit, lost in the passion of that moment still.

He nodded a bit and then went back to the bed as Berkley said, "And I promise I will take care of you Jo. I will feed you every day, every meal if I have to... Just to watch you get bigger." He smiled bigger and hugged Jo tightly. Jo returned the hug eagerly, but he frowned hard after a moment. "But... Tony is my boyfriend and I love him very much." Berkley added, seeing the frown.

"But you have been by my side for the past 4 month and have been attracted to me for who I am." Jo protested softly.

He nodded a bit and Berkley put a big bear paw on his star chef's huge soft arm. "Yes..." Berkley didn't know where this was going.

"I can't just abandon my first love though. I still love him and he still loves me." Jo said, trying to make the point known.

Berkley said nothing for a long while, but when it finally sank in, Berkley understood fully. "Of course not; I can respect that." He stood from the bed once again and continued to clean up again.

Jo grabbed his boss' arm and stopped him from getting too far. Once again, Jo was displaying his werewolf capabilities, using strength most wouldn't have at this point. "But... What Tony doesn't know won't kill him, right?"

Berkley looked at Jo with a bit of a confused look but he nodded understanding this as well. "I think it would be best if you did tell him though. Would be better than him possibly finding out, right?" He asked with a bit of a soft pat to Jo's head.

"But what just happened was a moment I haven t even had with Tony yet and we've been dating for two years now. I figured we'd have it by now, but we don't and since I started working at Big Boy's, he's been getting frustrated with me about his weight; he's too blind to see he's even getting fat."

"Is he?" Tony's weight had never concerned Berkley before, so he was rather surprised to hear this from Jo. "Tell me about it."

"Well, since I started working for you, I've been able to make him meals and apparently with each meal I make, it just seems to be more and more fattening, taking its toll on Tony. He claims it is just extra muscle mass, but I know it's fat and so does everyone else that I've talked to." Jo explained. Berkley thought it was interesting that Tony would deny his extra weight. Thinking back to their beach vacation it was quite obvious that he had been getting a little gut.

He chuckled a bit before Berkley spoke again, "I think he should move in with you. He wouldn't be able to hide that fat too much longer if here were in here would he?"

"No, he wouldn't. He'll admit it sooner or later, but for now, he's got a cute 'muscle belly' as he likes to call it." Jo agreed. He had thought to ask Tony if he'd wanted to move in already even before Berkley had just mentioned it. When Berkley mentioned it, he knew it was a good idea. Whenever he saw his boyfriend again he would be sure to mention it to him.

Berkley nodded a bit at this and then smiled big at his star chef Jo, "You'll be comfortable here, and I'm sure if you talk to him about it, you'll be able to convince him to stay here with you."

Smiling as Jo got up to give Berkley a gentle kiss on the cheek, Jo whispered softly hugging tightly to Berkley, "Thanks for the place Berk. You're obviously always welcome here any time you want to come by." Berkley kissed Jo once again on the lips and then finished cleaning up. When he was done, he promised to Jo that he would be back with more food later. Jo gave Berkley another hug and Berkley seemed to sink even deeper than before. He knew that this was going to be his new home, and he was already feeling like he never wanted to leave. Especially if it meant having his meals provided by Berkley all the time and if Tony could live there.

Once Berkley had left, Jo picked up the phone and dialed Tony's number. He had to talk to him about moving in with Jo, or at the very least he wanted to show off his new place. He was ready to start a new life here at Bigger Pastures.