Orc Buffet
I was sick of the kitchens. I'd started working here years ago and still had never managed to make it past the level of dishwasher--the buffet manager had told me I had potential for advancement, but the head cook conspired to keep me away from handling food altogether.
"You're a bear," he'd say. "We can't go serving people food full of fur."
Damned dragons and their smug superciliousness.
So I was stuck washing dishes. Since it was a buffet, there were a lot of them; I was working hard all day and hated every minute of it.
And that kind of stress can do a number on a guy.
Now, even though I didn't enjoy the job, I still took pride in my work; nobody ever came around complaining they'd found dishes with schmutz on them when I was on duty. But it was a Saturday morning when I first started noticing that the plates were starting to shine--not like a clean shine, but like they were actually glittering in a subtle way.
I tried to show the boss.
"You're complaining that the dishes are coming out... too shiny?"
Damned dragons and their smug superciliousness.
I decided not to fight it. Sometimes you've just got to let the magic run wild.
The glittery plates were dried and sent back out to the buffet.
We can get used to just about anything we run across in this world. By the time breaktime came around, I wasn't even giving the plates a second thought.
I went out to the floor and started loading up a plate--potatoes in mashed, fried, and au gratin forms--then took up a table in the corner farthest away from most of the customers.
And then stopped to actually notice what the customers were doing.
Sure, there was eating going on, sort of. But that didn't seem to be the primary concern on the minds of most of the patrons.
Half of them had their dicks out.
The other half... it seemed like their dicks were still growing in.
This was not exactly in accordance with the usual family atmosphere of the buffet.
A burly tiger came my way, juggling three or four glittery plates stacked with food. His dick stuck out from under his muscular gut, jaw-achingly thick with a disconcertingly green mushroom head.
"Mind if I join you?"
I wasn't exactly sure if I was ready to be part of whatever was going on here, but I also wasn't sure I was ready to turn away a guy like this who was clearly going out of his way to show interest.
Of course that inner conflict didn't matter, because with the guy's sweet chubby face at point blank range, my brain was hardly able to put more than a couple of words together anyway.
Just my luck, those words just happened to be a strangled, incredulous "Your... your dick..."
He turned and gave me an even closer view of that fat green cockhead; it took a great deal of effort not to just take it into my muzzle right then and there.
And then he offered it to me: "Silly me. Did you want any?"
I'm at work, I thought. Then: I'm in public.
He looked down at me as I hesitated, and noticed my full plate. "Oh-- you haven't even eaten yet! Let's get some food in you first, you'll need the energy."
And he sat down and went to work on his own plates.
I hope you'll understand why I didn't start digging in immediately. It was obvious that the plates were having an effect on our patrons; it was less obvious whether it was going to be safe.
But as I watched the tiger tear into a plate of steak, he didn't seem to be undergoing any dangerous changes. I mean, the green was certainly spreading across his body, replacing that striped fur of his, but that wasn't too concerning--green is a nice healthy color, isn't it? And it was certainly was interesting to watch the way his face was reshaping around the food he ate--perfectly normal--the new features looked kind of like a primitive human, and kind of reminiscent of a pig, though there wasn't any particular porcine feature you could point out in particular. Oh wait, there it is, I thought, as little tusks became visible. Orc.
I heard deep grunts from across the room. One of the new orcs had lifted another half-changed one onto a table and was ramming her fat cock into him; another orc leaned over the table and started feeding him scrambled eggs by the handful until he started getting railed himself.
I knew I was staring, but I didn't even realize my jaw had dropped until my lunch partner stuffed a forkful of food into my mouth.
As I chewed it down, I was struck by how much of a turn-on it was.
My dick strained against my pants almost immediately, and I reached down to undo them and let the little guy breathe. When in Rome, after all--if everyone else in the buffet was going to have fun, why shouldn't I? I couldn't see much of my dick over my belly but the tip of it definitely looked a little green already.
"That... tastes a lot better than I remember."
The ex-tiger gave me a lewd grin. "I've got somethin' else that tastes good for ya, if you're ready for it."
"Sure," I said, shucking off my pants and flashing a grin. "How about you feed it to me while you plow my ass?"
He laughed, patting the table invitingly, and I climbed on top--on my back, legs up, showing my hole.
He put his hands on my thighs, pushing them against my belly as he stood over me, lining up that thick cock with my neediness.
There was no lube, but by now I was desperate enough not to care.
With a firm thrust the orc's dick punched into me, making me cry out with a mix of pain and greater need as he held it there: I may have been filled, but I also needed to be fucked.
Instead, I got a handful of mashed potatoes stuffed in my mouth.
"Eat up, buddy. You've still got a ways to go."
I tried to chew and swallow as the orc started slamming into my hole.
And I felt my body starting to transform as the food went down. It was in small ways, at first--like the way my ass started to open up as it changed from that of a relatively inexperienced bear to the considerably looser equipment you'd find on a slutty, sex-addicted orc.
I could hear that change taking place, as the sound of fucking got more sloppy, my new friend's thickness sliding through a juicier, gaping hole.
"Fuck yes," he said, grabbing another handful of food and cramming it into my mouth.
I chowed down, closing my eyes to focus on the food and the feel of that thick cock sliding in and out of my hole.
Even with my eyes closed, I could tell the changes covering my body as I swallowed down more and more of the food--the way my partner's heavy breathing felt across the new skin on my belly, the way my own breathing changed as my muzzle flattened out into a nose, the way my voice changed, grunts of pleasure growing deeper and deeper as I was fed and fucked...
I looked down as I felt my climax rising, even though I'd barely been able to focus on my new orc cock. "I'm-- I'm gonna--"
My partner pulled out of my ass quickly, seemingly determined not to push me over the edge that way. He slammed his hands on the table and hefted himself up in one motion that could've looked graceful, if the flimsy restaurant table hadn't collapsed under our combined weight.
Nevertheless, before the dust had settled he was straddling me, lining up his hole with my cock. He slammed his ass down, engulfing my dick with an intensity that quickly had me firing off my load inside him.
The pleasure of getting off as an orc was intense in a way I can hardly describe. It flooded my whole mind, as if I knew it was my full purpose--to be a slutty, sex-addicted orc.
My partner knew it as well, and was off my dick before the high of orgasm faded. "Ass up," he said.
I rolled over onto my gut and on my knees, burying my face among the scattered debris of the table and eating through the food that remained, feeling my belly fill as orc cock slid into my hole again.
It felt good to be lost in the twin pleasures of food and sex, and my body kept changing to reflect my new life of enjoying them--my bearish beer gut rounded out till it was brushing against the ground, aching with an empty hunger, and my dick, even in its post-climax softness, hung low, dropping along the underside of my gut.
My asshole was in a whole other world of looseness, as though I'd been stretching myself on fat orc cock for years. I could imagine the shape of it just from the way it sounded, the red juicy rosebud bright against my green skin... always dripping with the next guy's cum...
I sighed out deeply as my partner's thrusts increased, low growls from his throat indicating he was close to his peak.
He slammed in hard with a low grunt, and I could feel his seed flooding into me, filling my needy gut. I wanted more--I knew I'd always want more--and with the roomful of other orcs still going at it all around us, I knew I'd never have to go without a dick in my ass again.
But first, I had one last job to do.
I lay with my partner till he'd recovered his breath and pulled out. I led him to join another trio of orcs by the salad bar and grabbed another one of the glittering plates.
I loaded it up with whatever scraps I could find--the buffet was pretty empty at this point--and carried it back into the kitchen.
The cook didn't recognize me at all, of course. "What're you doing back here? You can't--"
Then he noticed my lack of pants and the cum dripping from my dick and ass.
He put his knife down. "C'mon, we're working with food here."
I lifted up my plate. "So are we."
I pushed the dragon over the counter and started feeding him potatoes till green scales gave way to green skin and all resistance failed.