Self Serve
So I probably should have done this sooner. I'll be completely honest here; I've been living on ramen and other assorted junk foods for so long, that there's no telling how long this opportunity's been available to me. One day, my body just up and decided to make extremely poignant the old adage 'You are what you eat', but due to the limitations surrounding this aberrant mutation, I didn't notice until just last week. It seems like, when dining on raw, natural ingredients, or just barely-modified materials not yet processed down to homogeneous slop like my standard diet, my body rapidly and violently takes on certain... properties. It differs from meal to meal - and you can imagine my surprise when a rare treat turned into sudden and readily apparent changes. Said treat could very well have been the catalyst, but like I said, with how much garbage I've been sustaining myself with, it's possible that this kind of happening has just been inevitable for some time now.
After my initial shock, I started to experiment. I picked up a few things from the supermarket, a few deviations from my normal crap diet. That was when i noticed that only natural ingredients seemed to have any effect. The next weekend, I made a trip out to the local farmer's market. It was kind of disappointing, really. It was a couple of pickup trucks and trailers in a strip-mall parking lot, not the extravagant outdoor marketplace that I had envisioned. It was enough to get the job done, though, and I managed to round out the rest of my shopping list at some of the local upscale health-food outlets, stretching my exploratory budget a bit thin.
With my buffet now fully assembled, I set aside some time to really enjoy myself this time around. I locked the doors, closed the blinds, and donned my shittiest sweatpants and wifebeater - attire I wouldn't really miss if they became tragic casualties to my self-gratification. Food laid out before me; excited prick already tenting my pants; tail wagging furiously in anticipation; I was ready.
Now, for reference, I wasn't a beanpole by any means, but I historically had some trouble putting on weight. The big bad wolf I was not. My shitty diet merely kept my slender little canine frame a little doughy, though under a hoodie or jacket it just came across as scrawny. I was the kind of wuff old grandmas would instinctively feel the need to feed just by looking at me. I guess I had a face that said I was desperate for scraps, despite my stomach not actually acting particularly voracious most of the time. I mostly just ate when I needed to, favoring convenience over flavor. Unless you count ramen, my home-cooked meal game was at a record-shattering low.
But today... today things would get interesting. The first item on my todo list today was butter. Despite junk food being a staple in my diet, I never really sought out things that were greasy or buttery by design. They just sort of tended to be cheap and easy solutions. Unwrapping the feeble paper prison surrounding the stuff, I was already starting to drool in anticipation. My gut gurgled a little, echoing my excitement. Maybe these changes were making me a bit of a glutton now after all. Slowly, teasingly, I hefted that stick of butter up to my lips, sniffing the salted good, before taking a cursory lick. In immediate response, my belly rumbled once more, confirming that weird shit was still on my life's menu. A swift nibble came next, a minuscule portion of that buttery goodness severed from the bulk, and I could feel my tummy swell out like I'd just finished my fifth plate at an all-you-can-eat-buffet, but without any of the satiation, merely added weight. I couldn't help but allow a predatory grin to spread across my lips.
I could hear gluttony knocking at the door, and It would simply be rude to refuse. In an instant, I was shoving the entire stick of butter into my greedy maw, closing my eyes in bliss as a distinct wet spot adorned my nethertent. Impossibly fast, my gut exploded outward, swelling and bloating into my lap faster than an inflating balloon, stretching and ripping open the bottom half of my shirt before the sudden weight ripple through to distribute to the rest of my body, swelling up thighs, rump, and more with that newfound heft. In mere seconds, I had easily gained a hundred pounds, polishing off that stick of butter with a proud belch. It felt fucking amazing, and I already felt on the verge of orgasm just from that first morsel, requiring a moment to calm myself to keep from blowing my load so soon.
My paws reached down to massage over and heft up that foreign bulk, a hot blush filling my cheeks as I'd suddenly gained the sort of massive belly I'd fapped to countless times. The thing handily pinned my dick down against the seat beneath me, which was creaking in protest, none too happy with my sudden enhancements. I could only imagine how amazing my expanded rump looked with all this added weight. But before I could check that out, I already had a second course in mind.
By now I had forgone all sense of decency and composure, grubby paws reaching for my next morsel as drool dribbled down from my maw, staining that traumatized top I still sported. A fresh jar of peanutbutter was tugged closer towards my loving embrace - some sort of natural variant with a shitty shelf life, the sort I'd normally avoided since the mass-produced, processed kind was much more consistent. But this fit today's particular needs spectacularly. I managed to discard the lid and free the peanut spread from its containment in record time, digging in with three fingers to slather up a massive scoop of the stuff to immediately gobble up. Now, sorry to disappoint if you're just expecting me to fatten myself up ad nauseum, but as I found out in last weekend's experimentation, different foods had different effects on this soft, shitty body of mine. While extremely high-fat stuff like butter would add layer upon layer of fat to me, something protein-packed like peanutbutter would have a markedly different effect.
Immediately, I could feel the changes sweeping through more core and spreading outwards, even as I continued to scoop additional mouthfuls of the delicious spread into my gullet. My body swelled once more with the sustenance I consumed, but this time the changes were more firm - more dense. Muscle swelled across my form, settling in under those layers of fat to swell up what was once a doughy little pipsqueak into the very pinnacle of bear-wrestling mountain-man. More tearing wracked that poor little shirt as my arms and pecs swole outwards, glutes and lower body quickly following suit, the half-empty jar of peanutbutter clattering out of my grasp as I panted in bliss from the changes. Were it not for the massive gut and swollen rump i sported, one might mistake me for a bodybuilder.
I had already worked up quite the sweat, even before the fattening consumed me, but now I was positively dripping. While holding up an arm to flex and admire my new strongman physique, I experimentally lifted it up higher to sniff underneath. It was like a trucker was squatting under my arm. Eviction would have to wait until later.
Panting and wagging in excitement for the next treat, I debated over what to try next. Fruits? No, those seemed to sharply accentuate my curves. While that might be fun for some genderfreaking later, that wasn't the body i wanted to build today. Veggies? Nah, they seemed to slim me out back to where I started, maybe even further if I wasn't careful. Ah, how about some meat for the main course? I had sushi and a nice, thick summer sausage to choose from, my hungering gut pleading for me to just shove everything in my mouth all at once, but I wanted to really enjoy this.
I reached for the sushi, committing a grievous heresy by simply grasping it barehanded and starting to munch away, free paw reaching down to rub over my needy wuffprick as I ate. It seemed to respond better to the eating than it did to the rubbing, starting to splurt and blow a creamy load to spunk up my sweats before I had even swallowed my first bite. It was heavenly. More and more of the raw fish soon joined the first piece within me as I kept rubbing away at that over-excited wuffdong, shuddering as I felt the effects of those aquatic delights starting to work, making the bulge that tented my pants smaller with each bite. I kept spurting through hat extended climax for what felt like an eternity, even as my dick shrunk smaller and smaller, requiring fewer and fewer fingers to fully satisfy it as it did. I wish I could have seen it go, but that massive dad gut I now called my own was blocking my view. I gave it a soft pat. No grudges.
Soon, I felt a new wetness splatter those already-drenched pants, reaching a couple fingers inside past the waistband to verify. There, beneath the manly wuff paunch that adorned my rugged musculature, spread open a fresh, virgin wolf cunt. The fur on the back of my neck stood on end as I felt the sudden pheromones of a heat-stricken female flooding the room. My instincts were screaming for me to drop everything and breed the needy bitch, but logistically that posed a few problems, as you might imagine. I leaned back and slid my pants down a little, another belch resounding out as the last of the tasty fishies were vanquished. I let my fingertips dance across that spade-shaped dogpussy, drooling double from both it and my maw up above as the newfound pussy pleasure sent shivers up my spine. My eyes lazily rolled over to look at what was left of my buffet. That summer sausage sure was looking good right now.
In a flash, I grasped that thick meat and flicked a claw to split open the plastic casing surrounding it, discarding the trifling coating before continuing. Daddy didn't need no protection getting in the way today. Without a clear line of sight, it took a moment to guide that massive meatlog down into my new nethers, spreading torturous bliss throughout me as it spread my virgin lips. The thick sausage almost felt like it was pulsating in my grip, my every heartbeat pounding in my head as my moist confines surrounded and gripped the invading phallic-shape, eager to receive. I didn't wait long before pressing it further inside, getting deep enough that I was able to clench and hold the sausage in place, chuckling in dumbfounded amusement as I watched the footlong bob around before me. Pressing it deeper inside, I felt the itch building for a strong, virile male to fuck me; to breed his papa wuff full of pups. I clenched the meat in my grasp and started pumping it in and out of that pump wuffpuss, moaning horrendously loud as I started fucking myself hardcore with that speckled sausage. It was fucking awesome.
My gut continued to gurgle as I worked that meat, eyes lidding in pleasure as my newfound mamabits started to pulse and seize, spraying vigorously around the fleshy intruder. Maybe it'd be better to keep this one around instead of nomming it outright. I managed to rouse myself from the reverie long enough to look over the kitchen table at the last delectable treat laid out before me, a grin spreading across my drooly muzzle as my free paw reached for it, the other eternally devoted to sausage shoving for the foreseeable future.
A gallon of milk. Yeah, you're not suppose to drink that much at once, the body does weird shit with lactose, whatever. My weird-as-fuck body could take it. Probably. I screwed off the top of the jug and gripped it by the handle, roughly yanking it up to drink, spilling a bit over myself as I didn't take my newfound strength into account. I wrapped my lips around the jughole and learned back, starting to chug the milky goodness in earnest. As the creamy delight spread down my throat, I immediately felt the changes take over. Like my previous dairy entry into this bizarre buffet, the milk soon build up heft stores of fat upon my form, but this time the growth was more clearly-directed. My chest began to swell out profoundly, dual mounts of hot, sweat wolf tit adding yet another tear to what little remained of my ragged shirt as massive, round masses of titflesh consumed my chest - nipples thickening and spreading to make readily apparent that these were no mere moobs. Twin wet spots appeared on the ragged fabric, my body already starting to replenish the very same milky goodness I was consuming, and I was only halfway done.
As I kept chugging, eyes shut tight as I kept fucking that sausage inside of me, I felt the heft of those new daddy tits bounce with each thrust i delivered inside myself. Before long, though, that wobbling, jiggling sensation spread lower, lower, and lower still. It wasn't until I finished and discarded the milk chug, inhaling ragged breaths after that massive chug, that I was able to look down and fully understand the changes that befell me with that final course. It seems that much milk was simply too much for two tits to bear, as four rows of hairy, manly breasts now descended down my frontside, flanking around my distended, almost pregnant-looking midsection and continuing to wobble as i pickled that sausage into oblivion. A hot blush overtook me as I now started to feel over those lovely new lumps, hefting up the heavy sacks of breastflesh and tweaking the nipples to squirt my luscious lactation out freely. The moans that escaped me were deep and vicious, like the lusty call of some lycanthropic horror. Truly, this was the height of opulence.
Against all odds, though, my gut was still not satisfied. Panting, in need of more food as badly as my body craved more pleasure, I reached for my phone to re-order a frequent pizza delivery option saved for quick use with only a few presses. It might be a bit too processed to trigger any further changes, but I was fucking starving. As I resumed devoting every grasping digit to pleasuring my new body, my mind began to wander. Perhaps pizza might not be what my belly truly craves... but what about pizza boy?