Virus V

Note: This is a story-prompt for Kush Destroyer.

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A large belch erupted from Tristan’s throat.

It was a week later, and the transformation had continued to rapidly progress.

He moaned as he dipped his hand into the large mixing bowl filled with buttered pasta perched beside him. He grabbed up a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, before gulping it down with minimal effort. He repeated the process again and again, packing as much food as he could into his body. He was still chronically hungry and was eating constantly, his only obstacles being the sheer size and weight of his form, and the consequential lethargy, but Tristan made do. He and Rob helped each other, at least when they weren’t too distracted by food.

Tristan threw a glance at Rob who was perched beside him on the large couch. “Hey man, pass those burritos.” Tristan nodded to a large platter piled with oil-dripping burritos sitting on the coffee table in front of Rob.

“Fuck no,” Rob responded as he started to rapidly shove burritos into his mouth, practically sucking them down. He got through three before he started choking.

Tristan shrugged and grabbed up another handful of pasta.

The two students had gained massive amounts of weight in only days. Both of their bodies were as wide as large door frames, and Tristan had the sneaking suspicion that he and Rob could no longer fit out of the apartment because of their own massiveness — not that they had any desire or need to attempt it. All that mattered these days was eating.

Despite the pleasant sleepiness, the sugar-induced dopamine hits, and the interesting squishiness of his own body, there was a fair amount of discomfort. In addition to putting on a massive amount of weight from fat, Tristan was full and practically bursting with milk at any given moment. Even at that moment, his hot milk was spraying from all four of his teats and both of his nipples. His breasts were huge, each as large as a basketball, heaving and throbbing against his swollen body. His udder was even larger, perched on his thighs, teats squirting in all directions.

Rob’s body was equally as huge, squishy, and voluptuous. It was rare that either of them got off the couch anymore, except to occasionally waddle to bed. Sometimes one of them managed to drag himself to the kitchen for more snacks, though, for the most part, they ordered food. It was just too much effort to put anything together themselves these days. Frankly, any movement was difficult and exhausting.

It was a pleasant cycle. Schoolwork and aspirations had been abandoned. Lately, all Tristan could think about was eating, drinking, consuming, and growing. These base needs had become addictions and Tristan didn’t even answer the phone anymore. Sometimes he had the vague recollection that someone might have been trying to inquire about him. His family, or something. What did it matter, though?

“M’thirsty,” Rob mumbled after several moments of choking on the burritos. Despite his struggles, he’d managed to gobble down the whole plate, his plump face and deep fold of cleavage covered in cheese, sauce, and grease stains. He was wearing a brutally stretched tank top that barely pulled down over his nipples. Tristan wasn’t sure where he had gotten the thing. He himself had been nude for at least the past couple of days.

“C’mere,” Tristan invited, more for himself than Rob. He was insanely tight and overwhelmingly hot. The pressure inside his breasts and udder was only intensifying, adding to the discomfort and tension of steady growth. His nipples and teats pulsed as they continued their relentless spraying.

Rob leaned over, his huge body squishing against Tristan’s. He popped a nipple into his mouth, groaning in pleasure as his mouth was flooded with milk. He didn’t have to suck, but he did anyway, causing Tristan to groan out, his eyelids fluttering.

Rob’s cheeks bulged, some of the hot milk leaking out and rolling down his chin. There was just so much of it. Tristan was producing it faster than Rob could drink it, but Rob sucked it down anyway; as much as he could.

“Mgghhh…delicious...” Rob moaned, as he took another draw, getting milk all over him so his body was sleek and dripping.

Tristan just struggled to breathe, his face hot, body throbbing.

“Me next,” Rob said, before he leaned down to Tristan’s udder, sucking a teat deep into his mouth.

Tristan couldn’t deny that he was thirsty. He moaned and nodded.

As it turned out, this virus thing wasn’t too bad after all.