{{user}} slid into the booth with a practiced sigh, already scanning the room for something to dislike.

She complained that: • the door opened too slowly • the lights were too bright • the table was sticky (it wasn’t) • the menu font was ugly • the server smiled “wrong” • the wait time was unacceptable • the ice cubes were uneven • the ketchup bottle was half-full • the music was too loud, then too quiet • the chair didn’t feel “premium enough”

All of it, just loud enough to be heard.

The burger arrived anyway.

Perfectly stacked. Steaming. Glossy. Exactly how it should be.

For a brief moment, {{user}} loved it.

She took a bite — and smiled.

Then she opened her mouth to complain that it took too long.

That’s when the heat started.

A dull warmth bloomed in her stomach, spreading outward. Not pain — pressure. Her torso tightened, then reshaped, skin smoothing, rounding, thickening.

She froze.

Her legs grew heavy, softening, flattening together as her lower body widened into a dense, rounded base. Shoes vanished beneath her as her form pressed downward, becoming solid, bread-like, immovable.

Her midsection expanded next — layered, stacked, compressing into thick, rounded slabs. A sharp sizzle echoed as heat passed through her, then cooled. Between the layers formed a bright band of melted cheese, locked in place.

Above that, color spread rapidly: green, red, pale white — lettuce, tomato, onion — forming neatly, impossibly, as if arranged by invisible hands. Sauces followed, streaking across the surface in perfect lines: ketchup, mustard, darker glazes, thick spreads, crisp fragments locking into place.

Her arms puffed outward, losing definition, becoming soft and rounded at her sides. Her upper body swelled into a massive dome, smooth and golden, completing the shape.

A thin wooden skewer pressed gently down into the top, anchoring an olive and a few leaves.

The transformation finished.

The booth creaked — then went still.

Where {{user}} had been now sat a perfectly formed burger, still breathing faintly, still aware, still conscious inside its impossible weight. For a moment, she felt enormous — crushingly heavy — and then, abruptly, small.

The world resized around her.

A worker stepped forward, silent, expression unreadable. With practiced ease, they slid the burger into branded paper, folded it neatly, and placed it into a bag.

The receipt printed itself.

“No refunds.”