Zillion squeezed himself into the cramped employee bathroom stall, the fluorescent lights humming above him as he stared at his reflection. The otter gulped, tugging at the collar of his brand-new uniform shirt — well, technically brand-new, but already stretched like it had survived a weeklong buffet.

He hadn’t expected to grow so fast.

Just three weeks ago, when he got hired at Burger Beacon, he’d been soft but manageable — a lightly chubby otter with a plush belly and a healthy appetite. Nothing unusual. But the manager kept insisting:

“Go on, kid! Grab a burger whenever ya want. Perks of the job!”

And… well… Zillion had grabbed them. Every shift. Multiple times. Double-stacked. Cheese dripping. Sometimes he didn’t even wait — he’d sneak a bite behind the fry station, telling himself it was just to “test the freshness.”

Now that “manageable belly” had grown into a full, heavy gut that domed outward proudly, rounding under his ribs and tugging his shirt forward like it was trying to escape.

In the mirror, he watched his stomach press forward in one solid curve, the fabric groaning as he ran his paw across it.

“Okay, shirt… work with me, please…” he muttered.

He sucked in a breath as to try to relief the tightness around his uniform.

His belly gurgled loudly, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles.

“Oh no— seriously? I just ate…” He lifted the shirt enough to see the new thickness that had appeared around his sides too — doughy love-handles pushing over the waistband of his uniform pants. His thighs had grown meaty, brushing together as he shifted. Even his tail base had puffed up, adding to the squeeze in the narrow stall.

He tugged the shirt one final time, his uniform cling-wrapped around his torso, outlining every roll and curve. The sleeves hugged his biceps, now noticeably thicker from lifting burger trays… and lifting burgers directly into his mouth.

He adjusted his visor, took a deep breath that made his shirt creak ominously, and said to his reflection:

“…Maybe just one less snack today.”

His stomach growled again, louder this time.

“D—damn… I’m hungry again…”