Brandon Twice
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Transformation Three Pack Part 1a: Drake and Spencer
🕑 Added 2018-09-09 06:12:53 +0000 UTC [This story goes along with the pic you'll find here.]For Drake, one bite of the extravagant little cake in the fridge, which his roommate Spencer had warned him not to touch, had been absolutely worth it. Just a tiny nibble and his whole mouth lit up with flavor--sweet and savory all at the same time. Salty buttered popcorn and-... was that peanut M&Ms? Then chicken and waffles, just what he had been craving…
He looked back at the fridge door, yanking it open to glance at the ornate confection on the tiny plate, delicately frosted with the words, “Eat Me” written in cursive on the top, the exact opposite of what Spencer had said to do with it. Drake ran a hand over his chiseled abdomen. You didn’t get a flawless body like his sneaking treats. Call this a carb reload, he thought as he surveyed the veins standing out like fuel-lines running through his forearms, up along his biceps and into his shoulders.
He took one more tiny little taste and reeled as the flavors hit him: honeyed ham with grilled pineapple, blue cheese mashed potatoes, onion soup drenched in provolone cheese. He put one hand on the freezer door and the other on the kitchen counter just to keep from sinking to the floor. He felt like he was gorging on decadent food--how was this possible from one cake, from less than one forkful? Certainly he had been dieting too long.
With his thumbs he tried to smooth the frosting over teeth-marks he had left. Could he hide this from Spencer? Without meaning to he licked his hands, desperate for more flavor. Fuck it, he thought, if I’m already caught, what’s one more bite? He mindlessly shoved the whole cake in his mouth. Dizzied by oral sensation, he fell to his knees, chewing as slowly as he could, savoring every erg of the delicacy in his mouth. He moaned and whimpered as he tasted banana cream pie, filet mignon in mushroom sauce, thanksgiving stuffing, candied figs stuffed with cream cheese, breaded macaroni and cheese, flaky buttery biscuits…
When it was over, he looked at the creamy drool spattered down his torso, as well as the wet spot in his jeans. He had blacked out, and cum himself, just from eating. Worse, he didn’t feel like he had eaten anything at all. He had never felt so hungry. Without standing he yanked the fridge open and pulled open the drawers. He tossed the cucumbers in the crisper aside but tore open packages of lunch meat and gobbled it down. He folded slices of pizza in half and ate them in two bites each, washing them down with a tub of greek yogurt he found. There was ice cream in the freezer, chips and cereal in the cupboard, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough. Using the counter to pull himself to his feet, he started feeding himself with one hand while he tapped out delivery orders on his phone: pizza, chinese, Mexican. He prayed he had enough food left in the house to survive the half hour before they arrived.
When Spencer finally came in the door he wasn’t surprised to see the tan flesh-colored sphere taking up most of the kitchen floor. Drake had swollen out to a six-foot wide meat balloon with only his hands, feet and cock-and-balls sticking out of the side. Spencer nodded at his formerly ripped roommate, giving the fat blob a nudge. He rolled easily, his hands and feet wiggling helplessly. Spencer tilted Drake backward until his head was at waist level for him, then walked around his voluminous roommate and stared down at him, shaking his head.
“I thought you said you only eat clean?” he tutted, dropping his sweatpants. “Don’t feel too bad. I put that cake in there because I knew you wouldn’t resist. Don’t worry, all this wears off, but only if you can resist eating food for 24 hours.” He stroked Drake’s bloated, tear-stained cheek. “Oh, does daddy’s chubby baby want something to eat? Don’t worry, I just spent a fortune on food to keep you nice and plump. But first, I’ve got something to put in your mouth that we’ll both enjoy.” He tilted his hips forward, bopping Drake on the forehead with his balls. Drake, who was 100% straight but felt desperate for nourishment, tried in vain to get his mouth on the thick meaty tube hardening just above his head. His mouth opened and closed like a fish. He sobbed and moaned as Spencer teased him before slowly feeding him his hard dick. Atop the bloated mound Drake had become, his own hard cock and balls spurted all over his taut fleshy belly.
