#food trigger
- A man out of him -
“Where’s my beer, Gary-boy?”
“It’s… in your hand, Robert…”
“I ain’t talking about this one, it’s empty. Bring me another one!”
“I… I think you should slow down on all those beers… you were just supposed to take one or two and now you’ve almost drank half a dozen to yourself…”
“You’re not telling me to do anything, boy!”
“Look… you’re not listening to yourself, this isn’t you! You were just supposed to look a little older so that you look manlier instead of effeminate in front of my folks, but this has gotten out of hand! You look as old as my dad!”
“What is so hard to understand in ‘bring me another beer’, huh?”
Robert pulled himself out of the sinking couch and stood up in the corner of the living room, towering over Gary at six foot four with a firm and solid beergut in front of him. He belched lewdly and rubbed the protruding hairy sphere before letting out another nauseous belch.
Gary flinched and looked up with fear at what used to be his cute twinkish boyfriend now a massive bear.
“Maybe you should drink some beer yourself and finally put some hair and meat on that smooth chest of yours.” Robert grumbled with his echoing voice, not incredibly deep, but powerful enough to be easily heard outside.
“Please… Listen to yourself…you’re not thinking clearly…”
“I’ve never been thinking clearer than now, Gary-boy!”
“I’m not some boy!”
Robert smirked at the insulted younger boyfriend. He stretched up and yawned, the old jeans creaking around the thick thighs lurked inside. The yawn ended abruptly with another belch of the bear.
‘God, I can’t let him drink anymore… he’s already grown so massive!’ Gary thought, looking toward the fridge in the kitchen.
“I’m gonna take another beer myself, then.” Robert pouted. “But you better hurry up before I take all of them.”
“Robert! There are like 7 bottles left in the damn fridge! And who knows when you’ll change back, huh? That is if you ever help me conjuring the reverse spell!”
“Mehh. We’ll see.” The big bear shrugged as he chugged his sixth beer.
- Saturday night -
“C'mon, Marco! Stop being a wussy and come have a beer with us!” Jeremy called him from the sofa.
“I can’t… not that I don’t want to but… I can’t have my parents knowing that I drank alcohol tonight!”
“You don’t have to tell them!” Bill added with his new deep voice.
“Shit dude, did you he-AR that?” Jeremy snickered, playfully hitting his friend with his elbow, his own voice cracking then dropping almost as long as Bill’s.
Bill belched loudly as an answer, the sound tearing through the air like thunder.
“Fuck man, that was sick! Have another one!” Jeremy handed him another beer bottle.
Just an hour ago, the three friends were small and thin, playing boardgames like every Saturday night, but after Bill found the alcohol stash of his overweight 26 years old big brother, he snuck out a six pack and shared them with his two close friends. Except Marco, who did not want to drink for familial reasons, the teens had taken a beer bottle each which seemed to have magically made them grow at least a hundred pounds of fat and muscles and some height as well.
Already, Bill had shed his shirt aside and went for one of his brother’s as his new bulk forced the precious clothes to tear apart. Jeremy, even if he always wore clothes that were too big for him, had replaced his clothes for a big grey polo that Bill had brought him from his brother’s room. The only thing that he did not expected was the growth of his feet. Only halfway on his first beer, Jeremy’s feet had swollen up to almost twice their size in width and they’d grown from a size 7 on his 5'5" frame to an outstanding size 15 at 5'11". Jeremy grinned as he stretched his arms behind his head and put loudly his massive feet on the living room table next to their Risk boardgame. While losing the foot size battle, Bill still had impressive feet at a size 13 and had gained quite a few inches in height, having grown from 5'8" to 6’4", the white shirt of his brother fitting him more than ever.
“You’ve got some catch up to do, little guy!” Bill teased Jeremy as he stretched his legs and felt them elongate a little more, making him shy of 6'6".
“Yeah? Watch this!”
Jeremy downed what was left of his beer and threw a winning glance toward Bill. Bill was about to start up his second beer when Jeremy took it off from his hands forcefully and started gulping down.
“Fucker…” Bill mused with a smirk.
Silent and observing, Marco watched the living room table move in a fearful scratching sound on the wooden floor as Jeremy’s legs stretched longer while his already big feet grew once more. Hair grew massively on his previously almost smooth legs and stubble grew on his face, the once big stretchy shirt now looking snugger than ever.
Suddenly, the poor wooden table under his feet snapped and Jeremy’s monstrous feet fell right to the floor along with it.
“Fuck yeah!” Bill encouraged, despite having his friend breaking his parents’ table.
“Sorry dude. BUUUUURP.” Jeremy slurred, his voice about within the same register as Bill’s.
Jeremy checked himself out briefly, casting the half-emptied beer on the floor next to the sofa. Glancing at Bill, he noticed their eye level was about the same, so they’d br about the same height. He looked down at his massive feet, looking to be at least a size 18 by now. Finding shoes that fit was going to be a pain but he didn’t care the slightest. He looked at Bill, about to start his second beer.
“I’ll do it.”
Both growing men turned their heads toward Marco whose shorts tented obviously.
“Give me a beer. I wanna grow too.”
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