*thump, thump, thump*
“huff… huff… huff…”
Alan took precarious steps as he navigated his home. His swollen arms brushed on the doorframe on the way out of his bedroom. “Graaah…” he grabbed at his stomach as another hunger pang passed through his body. Underneath his wild fur he could feel steel wrapped bricks. His claws felt sharper, his fingers thicker. He rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, his feet thudding and claws clacking on the linoleum.
Alan winced at the light from the fridge. “Gotta eat something…” he grumbled. He pulled out the chicken and rice meals he had prepped that day. Carefully cooked, spiced and packed for the week ahead. Alan cracked them open and shoveled fistfuls of food into his hungry mall. An entire weeks worth of food gone and he was still. Hungry.
Reaching into the cabinet and grabbed everything remotely edible. Apples and bananas, pop tarts, and cereal. allyn‘s body could feel his stomach swell and his body grow. Desperate for more food, he pulled down his rice and the pancake mix. While munching on some dry pasta, he made a thick batter and started an entire cooker of rice. Cracks as his bones reknit themselves, growing taller, and wider. And he was still. Hungry.
Returning to the refrigerator, Alan was desperate. he chugged the orange juice and the milk. He ate every vegetable he get a hold of. he took out a block of Parmesan and ate it in three bites. His fangs made quick work of the hard cheese, bigger and sharper than ever. Allyn’s body was on fire and he needed more starting with the bacon. He began to eat what raw meat he could find in the refrigerator. Steaks and chicken breasts, raw hamburger, frozen nuggets and an entire bucket of ice cream. The sound of stretching filled the kitchen. Ellen’s rice cooker went off and wincing at the pain. He shoved fistfuls of hot rice down his gullet. Alan only cooked the pancakes long enough for them to be picked up and eaten. After forty minutes of gluttony, Alan had eaten everything in the house.
Alan feverishly thumped his way to the nearest bathroom. His tounge lolled in his mouth desprately trying to cool down. He could tell his teeth had grown, and his lower canines more than the uppers.
“Whuup?!”
Trying to get through the door Alan managed to wedge himself in the frame. He managed to pull himself free, turned to allow his shoulders through, faced the mirror and…
“Holy shit, I’m a monster!” he rumbled in double-baritone.
Alan brought a thick paw to his face. His jaw had squared and his teeth protruded, up past his thickened lower lip. Even his brow and cheeks had grown. As he gazed down he lost track of his neck, engulfed in pecs and traps, and a wild mane of fur besides. The gray fur draped down into a huge ruff on top of the meaty paving slabs he’d grown on his white chest. Alan took a deep breath and exhaled, but his torso didn’t shrink as another wave of heat washed over the wolf. Clutching his stomach again, Alan could feel impressive abdominals on his powerlifter’s gut; swollen from his binge. It churned painfully, and he watched it shrink a bit as he digested the food he’d eaten. Another pulse of growth threw Alan forward, clutching the sink.
Marble cracked in his Herculean grip and wicked claws. Alan’s gaze traveled up his arm to see ham-sized forearms, while his bis, tris, and delts had engorged into melons wrestling for space under his skin. The wolf adjusted his stance as he felt his legs rub against each other, his thighs bigger around than his chest this morning. His body thrubbed again and again, piling on more mass.
Alan took a step back and saw his gut had nearly vanished, his silhouette taking on a wicked triangular shape. Drenched with sweat he saw that he’d grown to an imposing 6’4. The wolf fell to the floor, whumping against the wall finally beginning to cool off. But the heat still burned in his belly.
He was still
Hungry.