Chapter One : Loose Bleu

Bob's Burgers, a quaint little shack on the outskirts of the bustling town, had seen better days. The peeling paint and the crooked sign swung lazily in the summer breeze, promising a culinary experience that was more about the "experience" than the "culinary." Inside, Bob Belcher, a man of girth and stubborn determination, sweated over the grill, his flabby arms jiggling as he slapped together the infamous "Bob's Burger." The air was thick with the scent of grease and hope, the hope that this grand re-re-opening would finally be the break they needed. His wife Linda, a buxom beauty with a heart of gold and a voice that could make a burger seem like a gourmet meal, beamed with pride at her man's tenacity.

Their children, the quirky trio of Tina, Gene, and Louise, bustled about, each bringing their own peculiar charm to the business. Tina, the awkward teen with a penchant for butts, had a crush on a regular customer that made her blush even hotter than the grill. Gene, the burgeoning musician with an overactive imagination, was busy crafting erotic burger jingles that would make even the most stoic customer's toes tap. And Louise, the clever, devilish mastermind with a penchant for adventure, had her own scheme in mind. As the clock ticked closer to the big reveal, the tension was palpable, and not just because of the impending health inspection.

It was the same day that Bob and Linda were celebrating their wedding anniversary, a bittersweet reminder of the sacrifices they'd made for their family. The jukebox played a love song from their youth, its tunes mixing with the sizzle of the burgers, creating an oddly romantic backdrop to their mundane plight. The door swung open, and in waltzed Hugo and Ron, the dynamic duo of health inspectors, their eyes scanning the establishment with a scrutiny that could make a saint sweat.

They were a study in contrasts: Hugo, tall and lanky, with a nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times, and Ron, short and round, with a mustache that twitched in anticipation of finding a flaw. Bob's heart sank as they announced the grim rumor circulating town – human flesh in the burgers. His mind raced, trying to think of who could have started such a vile lie, but the horror on Linda's face told him she had no idea either. The children froze, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. Little did they know, this would be an anniversary they'd never forget, as the night unfolded with a series of events that would test their love, their business, and their very sanity.

Bob, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, looked over at Linda and saw not just his wife, but the woman he'd promised to love through thick and thin. He knew they needed this place to succeed, not just for themselves, but for their kids. With the health inspectors poking around, he whispered a plan into her ear, one that was as audacious as it was desperate. Linda's eyes lit up with a mischievous spark, and she nodded.

As Hugo and Ron began their meticulous inspection, Bob took a deep breath and told his children to keep an eye on the customers. Then, with a swiftness that belied his size, he scooped Linda up and carried her into the cramped kitchen. They had to relieve some of this tension before it ate them alive. He laid her on the stainless steel prep table, her round ass jiggling against the cold metal, and kissed her deeply, his stubble scratching her soft cheeks.

Linda's ample breasts, constrained by her tight burger-print apron, heaved with excitement. She reached down and began to unbuckle Bob's pants, freeing his thick, throbbing member. Bob didn't bother to remove his apron, the grease stains a testament to his love for his craft. He spread Linda's legs, revealing her glistening pussy, already wet with anticipation.

With a primal groan, he slammed into her, his cock parting her wet folds like a hot knife through butter. Linda's pussy clenched around him, her moans muffled by a nearby bun. The kitchen became a cacophony of sizzling meat, the jukebox's love song, and the wet slaps of their bodies colliding. Bob's fat cock plunged in and out of her, each thrust more urgent than the last. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving little half-moon marks as he pounded her. Her tits, bouncing with each thrust, begged for attention, and he squeezed them, tweaking her hard nipples. Linda's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder, and Bob knew he had to be quick before they were caught.

The pressure built, their bodies moving in a rhythm that had nothing to do with the chaos outside their kitchen sanctuary. Bob felt his balls tighten, and with a final, powerful thrust, he came deep inside her, filling her up with his hot, sticky load. Linda's body shuddered with pleasure, her orgasm hitting her like a tsunami, waves of ecstasy crashing over her. They lay there, panting, their hearts racing, listening to the distant murmurs of their customers, oblivious to the passionate union that had just taken place.

It was a brief moment of relief in a sea of troubles, but it was theirs, a testament to the fire that still burned between them. Bob kissed Linda's neck, his cock still semi-hard, and they shared a look that said, "We've got this." They had to. For the sake of their marriage, their family, and the future of Bob's Burgers.