Transitory V

Note: This is a story-prompt for Wyld.

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Peter ordered pizza.

It was ironic, being that they had just come from the gym, both trying to get into better shape. But hell, in his flustered and embarrassed state, Danny deserved a little break. He had been working himself to the point of exhaustion. He had earned a slice or two.

“You look adorable when you eat,” Peter teased when Danny had bitten into his third slice, pulling at a long string of cheese.

Danny nearly choked on his laugh. He gave Peter an incredulous look as he chewed and swallowed. “You’re kidding, right?”

Peter just grinned. “Eat, eat,” he encouraged. “There’s so much. Are you thirsty? How about a glass of milk?” He got up and headed to the kitchen.

Danny rolled his eyes. “No one told you to order three pizzas,” he said as he took another bite, and he had to admit, it was delicious. Filling himself felt almost arousing. Coupled with Danny’s encouragement, he couldn’t help indulging.

Peter returned a moment later with the whole gallon of milk and a large glass. He quickly filled the cup and offered it to Danny.

Danny took it appreciatively and began to gulp it down.

“I’m serious, you look great,” Peter went on. “Your hips, your ass, and well — just your whole body. The weight gain did you some good. Keep going. You’re such a turn on.”

Danny felt his cheeks flush red, but for some reason, he kept consuming. All of Peter’s commentary was just making him hot. After he finished his drink, he grabbed another slice of pizza. In the meantime, Peter refilled his glass with another generous portion of milk.

“And your chest,” it seemed that Peter couldn’t resist, “It’s perfect. I don’t see why you’re complaining. People pay good money for boobs like those.”

After he had finished gobbling down his latest slice of pizza, Danny blushed and looked down at the way his E-cup breasts protruded out in his thin tank top. His nipples had begun to leak again.

Danny lifted the new glass of milk, downing it rapidly, some milk dripping down his chin and rolling between his cleavage.

“I’m gonna run to the kitchen and put something together for you; a little surprise” said Peter as Danny caught his breath. Peter refilled the large glass for yet a third time, the gallon jug almost done by then. “Promise me you’ll finish this pie before I get back.”

Danny did better than that. While Peter was gone, he finished off the remaining four slices of the first pizza pie, and got started on the second one. He couldn’t believe how ravenous he felt all the sudden, but it seemed tied directly to his arousal. And if it pleased Peter, then why not? A single night’s binge wasn’t going to do much harm.

When Peter returned, Danny was already halfway through the second pie, and was feeling absolutely stuffed. Peter had brought a new glass, this one larger, and it contained something thicker than milk. The substance was a deep brown, resembling a chocolate milkshake. Little did Danny know, Peter had poured the remaining twenty-five pills in Danny’s supplement bottle into the shake with ice cream, chocolate syrup, sugar, heavy cream, butter, and various other indulgences.

“Give it a try,” Peter offered, handing it to Danny as Peter sat back down on the couch beside him.

Danny was sweaty and breathless, but hell, it wasn’t every day that he had a cute guy over. So he drank the shake, forcing it into his already over-packed stomach. Once he finished, he lowered the glass roughly to the coffee table, sweaty and gasping. His whole body felt warm and tingly.

His nipples ached. Danny looked down to see that the leakage had become a continuous gushing of fluid. He groaned, cupping the mounds as they grew terribly hot.

“Have another slice,” Peter suggested, bringing more pizza up to Danny’s mouth.

And as Danny tried to get it down, he could feel his breasts tightening, his nipples pressing harder into his shirt. They were swelling and distending as his breasts got rounder, fuller, and heavier on his chest. Danny gasped for breath between bites. He could feel Peter cupping his right breast as his tank top grew impossibly tight.

“Don’t stop,” Peter said, his voice full of amazement.

Danny groaned and finished the slice. He gulped down the remainder of the milk gallon, not caring as much of it spilled down his chin and soaked his already dripping top.

“Nrggghhh…” He felt as though he was inflating, his breasts growing bigger and rounder, his tank top riding up to expose his chubby midriff. Danny gasped for breath as his breasts widened and descended while pushing forward. His shirt started to tear right down the middle, allowing the mounds to pop free, where they were free to squirt milk all over the place.

“Godddd…” Danny groaned, as he squished a whole slice of pizza right into his mouth. He forcefully gulped it down before whining and arching.

“You got this…keep going,” Peter said, cupping and fondling the engorged mounds as they steadily grew beyond the size of honeydews.

Danny’s diet was decidedly over.