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Finicky Food

Written by Leo_Todrius

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Every grocery store had its own atmosphere. Some were crisp and clean, well maintained, posh and sophisticated. Others offered very fair prices with a few less amenities. There was no one store where a shopper could find every version of a product, and there were a few stores that offered versions, brands and flavors no one had heard of before. For Nick Heizer, Food and More had been an exploration into a pantheon of products he had never thought possible. It was a chain he'd never heard of, but there were two reasons that drew him in; they had the lowest prices in town, and the store was the closest option to his apartment.

Nick pushed his cart down the aisle, his green eyes drifting from side to side. His bleach blond hair stuck up in little spikes, still drying out from the hasty shower he'd taken that morning. Despite the early spring chill outside, he'd worn his canary and purple jersey and his black shorts like always, showing off the yin-yang tattoo on his shoulder. It was Tuesday, which for Nick was his work Saturday. It made it hard to meet up with anyone, but it had the merit of letting him do his errands when there weren't many about.

Despite his numerous visits to Food and More, it still felt a bit off. There was a smell in the air he couldn't quite place, the linoleum tiles were mismatched as a few of them had been replaced with a completely contrasting color and pattern. Even the displays were set up haphazardly in the center, or even off center, of aisles. It was a labyrinth in which the treasures were mysterious and baffling at the same time.

Nick slowed down a little, looking at Pepsi White, boasting its Yoghurt Flavor and a smattering of Japanese katakana. It threw him off so much that he nearly bumped his cart into the very plush shelf full of tuna salad flavored Lays potato chips. Nick's eyes narrowed for a moment before he grabbed a bag of the chips to try and dropped them into his cart. He passed by ramen flavored Pringles, shrimp flavored Funyons and an assortment of Kit Kat that were so exotic that the flavors weren't even listed in English.

A few faint chirps came from the register upfront, signaling to Nick that the only other customer had completed their selections for the day. That meant that he'd be the only one to try and navigate the narrow back aisle along the refrigerator units. He grinned a bit at his fortune. The path didn't even technically fit a cart, but he'd learned when to lift it up just a bit to clear the shelving fixtures. Nick moved down the household aisle, dropping in a pack of toilet paper before he pivoted to take on the back aisle, only to be met with mild disappointment - the fridges were empty.

All the mysterious flavors of ice cream were gone, all the TV dinners made by the brands he knew but in inexplicably small portions were absent as well. It had all been cleared out. Nick's shoulders slumped, feeling a bit defeated. He was about to give up and go to the register when he saw one lone shelf near the back with a few cans left of a very colorful, very oddly sized canned good. The can itself was a sort of golden bronze in color, but the wrapper had vibrant green, bright yellow, purple and black... some of Nick's favorite colors.

Nick wheeled his cart as close as he could before he had to squeeze between an empty fridge and a shelf to get at the display, crouching down a bit to come eye to eye with the can. Pardalot?s Patte. The name wasn't helpful, although the picture emblazoned on the front showed a rather generous helping of canned meat on a plate served with a garnish of greens. It seemed to be an exotic cousin of spam. It also helped that it was only sixty nine cents a can...

Feeling a sense of adventure, Nick grabbed two cans and stood back up, dropping them into his cart. Even if he wound up hating it, his rule was he'd try any food once for less than two dollars. He smiled a bit to himself as he pulled his cart back out of the narrow space, reoriented it for the front of the shop and pushed off, wheeling back toward the front. With grocery shopping out of the way already, he'd have his whole work weekend to enjoy himself.

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As far as apartments went, Nick had seen worse. Sure, it was small... modest by any stretch of the imagination, but it cost next to nothing and it gave him everything that he needed. It had the added benefit of being on the ground level which meant heat rose and any noises weren't his fault so he'd always be on the moral high ground. The down side was that two of his three windows were barely bigger than his cutting board and sat near the ceiling in the kitchen. He'd tried to make a silver lining out of that as well by hooking up a projector to turn one entire wall into a screen.

The blond haired young man was nearly ready to settle in for some entertainment. His soda was fizzing in the cup, his plate had an assortment of snacks. All he needed was the main course. With a bit of eager anticipation, he brought the sharp wheel of the can opener down onto the golden-bronze rim of the Pardalot?s Patte. It took a good six or seven turns of the can opener to work around the edge, but the lid popped off cleanly and revealed the meat inside.

"Welcome to flavor town..." Nick murmured to himself giving it a sniff. Salty, savory... hints of seafood. Somewhere between spam and tuna, maybe hints of salmon. He wasn't sure it was quite worthy of the festive wrapper, but it smelled entirely edible. He inverted the can, gave it a few good shakes and the contents shlorped out with a wet plop onto the plate. Thankfully the sauce on the patte didn't look bad either.

Nick grabbed his trusty fork, hoisted up the plate and the drink and moved over to his recliner to settle in. The drink rested on an end table next to the chair, allowing Nick to swap it out for the remote and get to work. His apartment was small, but when a six foot by ten foot portion of his wall filled with video, it was like being inside of a movie theater. Nick navigated through the menus a bit, trying to decide what to watch. He dipped his fork into the patte, selecting a portion that was a good mix of meat and sauce and brought it up to his lips. With one clean move, he swept the food from the fork, leaving it spotless.

The flavor was robust on his tongue, almost to the point of being exciting. It was dishy for sure, or maybe a bit like chicken? No, not chicken, but bird like... But the texture melted on his tongue and there was a zing to the sauce. Nick licked his lips a bit, going back for more. He murmured in excitement, taking a second bite, then a third. It was so good... He smacked his lips a little more, running his tongue over his teeth before he made up his mind.

"Green World, here I come." Nick grinned, putting on a documentary. The wall before him shifted from plaster to waving desert grasses, swaying in the wind. In the distance the air rippled with heat rising up off the dirt, but a small oasis offered a respite from the harsh conditions. Coming in from all around him was the reassuring, grounded voice of the narrator introducing everyone to the natural world. Nick paid attention as best he could, but he hadn't realized how hungry he had been.

Chips were chowed down upon, picked were crunched, but Nick kept returning to the patte. It seemed like the only thing that was going to satisfy him. He cleaned his fork each time, then he cleaned the plate. He even used the fork to scoop up the last of the sauce and to savor that. His stomach slowly eased, no longer rumbling. He felt satiated, satisfied, and like he should have purchased well more than two cans. Still, it wasn't a long walk. He could always go back.

Minutes ticked by and Nick's plate was discarded, set aside. He kept watching the documentary, engrossed in the lives of its creatures, studying their habitat. His right leg bounced up and down as if he was anxious, filled with energy and uncertain how to spend it. His fingers drummed on the edge of his seat, he eased forward and back. Nick felt a complex host of feelings.... Jumpy, his tailbone was a bit sore. He felt alive, electrified, awake, almost jacked... borderline aroused. His cock was half hard, poking up against his shorts.

Nick's brows furrowed a little at that. Why was he getting hard during a documentary? It wasn't even focusing on a specific animal, still speaking in generals about the life cycle of the seasons. But no, even without any specific focus, half hard was turning into raging hard. Nick blushed a little, but reached down, running a palm across his bulge. He moaned, then growled a bit. It felt so good, so sensitive, way more than usual. Nick slicked his lips again, blushing even more furiously. Hat was even going on? Was he about to do this? Well, the raging heat of his rock hard cock seemed to indicate that he was.

With a deft shift of his wrist, his running shorts slipped up and over his bulge before coming down on the other side, presenting him with his own meat. Nick huffed a little, wrapping his fingers around his shaft, giving it a good tug. The sensation ripped through him like wildfire. Nick arched his back, kicked out his legs, shook and gasped. He froze for a moment, nearly overwhelmed... but it wasn't enough to keep him from stopping.

Nick's hand started slipping up and down his shaft, working from head to base, tip to root, squeezing and stroking with more aggressive movements each time. He moaned louder, lifting his hips a little, putting more effort into it. He moaned harder, feeling his cock throb in time with his heart beat, more blood rushing in... then more... then more.

Nick was huffing and puffing. He'd never been that hard, that erect. It was the best one of his whole life. He groaned, then growled, huffing with each movement. His hand kept going, though it felt like he had more room to move on it. He wasn't hitting his groin anymore, or butting up against the tip.

When Nick's eyes opened, the green had drained out of them, leaving a vibrant sky blue. He looked down at his cock and saw a manhood unlike anything he'd ever seen, at least on himself. He was hung like a beast... He was at least a foot long, maybe more. He was thick too. His hand seemed so small in comparison, trying its hardest.

Nick was dumbfounded, but he couldn't stop. He looked at his cock like it was some tower of babel that had to be deciphered. His second hand crept over, wrapping around his meat, joining the first. With teamwork, the two traveled base to tip, up and down, eagerly and efficiently. Nick moaned louder, bouncing his ass up and down, groaning as his cock seemed to respond to this attention by doing the one thing Nick least expected - it grew again.

The shaft surged out of his hands, obscenely large. It looked so dark red it was practically purple, aching with need. The round head was nearly as wide as a tomato, plump and full and juicy... and it was so much closer, closer than it had ever been. His two hands weren't enough, it was right there, beckoning him, summoning him, calling him in. Nick gazed at it with his eerie blue eyes, knowing what it was trying to say to him, what it was begging him to do...

Nick slowly leaned forward, creeping closer inch by inch. His mouth opened just a little, as if an invitation, or someone uncertain of what to say... but he knew what to do, what had to be done. He used both hands to work that mammoth meat before his head crept down inch by inch, and then it happened.

In a split second so sublime that Nick almost missed it, his lips felt the hot surface of his cock, parted, and took in a little. His tongue dipped forward, tasting a salty, musky zing of his own pre... it was funny how much it reminded him of the sauce on the patte. Nick pushed his head down a little more, then a little more. He felt like a contortionist, though with his cock swelling that long, it wasn't very hard. He popped the whole head of his cock into his mouth, then an inch or two of shaft, then a third. He couldn't get much moire, but that was enough... enough to do what needed to be done.

While his hands went wild on the shaft, Nick started to bob his head up and down on his own cockhead, sucking and slurping. He teased his urethra with his tongue, he appreciated his own girth and mass. He was a rockstar, a man, a beast, a slave to his wild impulses, and he didn't want it to be any other way. There were no questions. This was how life had to be. He'd suck himself off, he'd revel in his pleasure, and he'd drink his own cum. Yeah, that was life now, that had to be the life. He'd be a virile beast, rocking a cock so big his shorts couldn't hold it anymore... What would people think? Well, maybe they'd be impressed. Nick just knew he didn't want to give it up.

Nick sucked and slurped, making all manner of lewd sounds, feeling the veins and bulges in his shaft. His pre began to leak, dewey drop by dewey drop. It hit his tongue and sent him into overdrive. His muscles bulged, his fingers tightened. He moaned, going at it faster and harder, getting another inch or two into his mouth.

Nick sat in his chair, no longer paying attention to the documentary, absorbed with himself and bent up like a pretzel. He sucked and slurped with the best of them, his skin starting to glisten with the sheen of sweat. Whatever he was doing, it wasn't easy going. His toes curled and uncurled, his fingers tightened and tensed. He groaned with need, and then he felt it... a pleasure and pain so intense it nearly made him fall out of his chair.

Nick had been so distracted at first that he hadn't felt it, at least not compared to his dick. When it had been growing, so too had his balls. They'd swollen to the size of kiwis, tangerines, peaches, then larger. His shorts were cutting into them and they were struggling to get out. Nick moaned, reaching down, tugging at his shorts before he wriggled them down and got the next shock of his life. Two huge balls popped free, but they weren't leathery and fleshy... they were covered in soft white fur.

Nick's blue eyes snapped open when he felt that, though he still couldn't take one hand off his huge cock. He kept suckling like an infant starving for food, but his other hand moved up and down his huge, plump, furry balls. He felt the fur trickle down his taint, then he followed it up to his bush... a very, very, very soft bush... that crept up along his stomach in a pleasure trail.

Nick was beside himself, but he couldn't stop. Sure, he was some sort of freak, but maybe he'd make it rich on the porn movie circuit. He cupped one huge ball with his left hand, feeling its heft. Then he played with the fur, feeling how soft it was, then he brought the hand back to his cock.

What had started with a few dewey drops leaking from his shaft had become a steady flow. He savored the salty, musky pre, but he wanted more. He knew he could do more, especially with balls like that. His two hands worked into overdrive. His mouth took in as much as he could muster. He went at it, soaking his chair and his shirt with sweat.

The friction was nearly unbearable, building up in a heat so intense that it nearly overwhelmed him. He didn't stop, he didn't slow. The only salve was the soft, slick saliva he had dribbling down his own cock. The heat turned into an inferno, the pleasure turned into pressure, and the... he burst. The wave of his orgasm swept over him with enough force to blind him. His huge balls shuddered, his cock spasmed, and then a mouth full of very intensely musky seed erupted in his mouth - followed right after by a second.

It was a shock at first, given that Nick had never tasted semen before... It had a silky-gummy texture he wasn't used to, but it was glorious and it was his. He gave it a swallow and felt it coating his throat. He gulped again and again, trying to keep up with the flow. He had expected the pleasure to die down, but instead it was ramping up. He groaned, his throat undulating with the bounty he was drinking. His skin tingled, his bones throbbed, his tailbone ached. Even his fingers felt hot and weird... Nick didn't see that blood was rushing into his digits, pooling and darkening the flesh. His nail beds shifted the fastest, the ivory keratin turning into darker brown, then black. The nails pushed out an inch, then two, curving a little, thickening and anchoring into the nailbed at the same time.

In moments Nick had gone from the rough, uneven, ragged bitten fingernails of a retail worker to someone with long talon like black claws worthy of a goth's fever dream. They were sharp and precise. His bare toes produced similar results as claws grew in there as well. Even with the dangerous, sharp tips brandished, Nick was working his swollen cock with both hands so fast that he could barely tell.

Even Nick's cheeks were twitching, the skin irritated in a few spots. The flesh welted up a little, but then the source of the irritation became clear as a few hairs poked through, having come up between the pores. They were rigid at first, but started to gain flexibility - and width - as they grew. Unlike the bleach blond hair on his head, the new coarse hairs were white... whiskers in the true sense of the word. They pushed out from his cheeks as softer white fur began to sprout along his chin, then his throat. The edge of his hair began to grow uncertain as golden hued hair sprouted down the back of his neck, his hairline advancing across his forehead as well.

Inch by inch, the new hair started to conquer its target. It swept out from his pits, his chest, his groin. It spiraled down his arms, spanned his back and wrapped across his chest. His nipples went hard, his pectorals firming. Nick had been guzzling down his own cum, but he could feel that enough was changing that something was up.

At long last , the fat head of his oversized junk popped free from his mouth, dislodging soon enough to spatter his face with a fresh load. Nick gasped and then arched his newly fur lined back as his face began to ache and throb.

The young tenant's jaw went numb, then his nose. His mouth contorted outward, pushing away from his spine. His teeth felt soft and vulnerable for a few moments, but as his jaw expanded, the teeth had more room to grow in sharp and big. Nick gasped, sending a few more stray jets of cum straight up, only to have them come raining back down across him. He tried to sit back but let out a pained yowl.

In response to the pain, his firm ass cheeks seemed to part, letting him drop own an inch or two into the seat cushion, feeling his sensitive puffy pucker take the brunt of the impact - before an even more painful jolt came from his tailbone.

Nick stumbled up from his chair, his swollen feet padding through gobs of cum as he found an uncertain footing. He looked down to see the sharp claws his toes ended in, but also that his foot didn't look human anymore. Bones had shifted, ligaments had contorted. Even his ankle seemed different. It was more boxy, square, more of a paw than a foot... but his toes still wiggled when he tried to move them, and his claws looked so sexy.

"What is wrong with me?" he whispered softly, looking around in horror. He left his chair behind, stumbling into his computer.T he documentary on the projector flickered but was left relatively unharmed. Nick moved into the bathroom and flicked on the light, letting out a gasp of shock. The face he saw was no longer human... it was feline. His cheeks were puffy, his nose was blunted, his nostrils flared. His eyes weren't just blue, they were animal. He reached up to feel his cheeks, twitching as his whiskers got bumped. The fur had come in from all angles, creeping down his forehead, across his cheeks, snaring his jawline. It was white on his chin, but everywhere else it was a beautiful golden color that he'd tried to get with bleached - at least mostly...

What had once been frosted tips were a lush blond, though there were dark spots now, patches that seemed untouched by the sun. They expressed as patches, his hair becoming a bit more uniform in thickness. He reached up, running a clawed hand through it, feeling how thick and soft it was, just like his bush.

Nick looked back down, realizing his bush had become a mound of white fur in a sea of hair. His stomach was covered, his chest, his arms, his legs. He couldn't see any flesh except his fingertips and his cock... And as much as he anted to be scared, it looked so hot... His balls were as big as oranges or apples, not that he had the time to compare them. He turned his head one way, looking at how his ears had changed and how his mouth had pushed into a bit of a muzzle. Then he turned the other way. He was... handsome... but none of this was right, how could any of it be real?

Nick shook off his complex fugue of emotions and jogged back to the living room, grabbing the keyboard for his computer. He hastily opened up a search engine and started to type, though he grunted as he hit an impasse. The food he'd purchased had an accent mark, he just had to hope it would autocorrect. Pardalot?s Patte... The search engine took a moment, then it produced six results. Nich was almost offended. Trillions of pages on the internet, and he'd gotten six results. What made it even worse was that the first four were in another language... The shifting feline fellow darted down to the fifth result and opened it, only to find an under-developed HTML landing page that had little more than a 'coming soon' banner.

"Fucccck...." He moaned, going back. His huge cock bobbed in front of him, still hard and ready to go after cumming like a fire hose. Nick felt his furry brows furrow with frustration, but he focused and went back, clicking on the last link. It had to be something, it had to have answers... and at last it did, at least some. It was an old news website, one that pre-dated javascript. The fact that both websites had been so old made him wonder just how long those cans of patte had been there. He read through some textbook garbage disclaimers about alleged events before he got to the meat of it... a rash of undisclosed reactions to Pardalot?s Patte leading to a recall... The food's manufacturer was shuttered and went bankrupt so the recall had been handled by the manufacturer's parent corporation - Genetech.

"A food recall..." Nick murmured softly to himself, looking back at the can on the table. He took a few steps toward it, but he was taken aback by how easy the strides had been. His body wasn't tingling or burning or aching or throbbing anymore. If anything, it had felt perfect; silky, smooth, problem free. He'd glided like an animal. After all, he was an animal... Nick looked down at himself before he swallowed a little, still tasting his own musky scent on his tongue. He carefully removed his jersey, trying not to get it caught on his claws. Tossing that aside, he dropped his shorts next, stepping out of them.

Step by step, Nick returned to the bathroom, stepping into the narrow confines slowly. The face looking back at him from the mirror was a perfect blend of feline and human. His shoulders were shapely, his pecs meaty, his stomach covered with defined abdominal muscles hidden beneath a layer of fur. The dark spots on his hair had gotten darker, the spots running down his back and arms, even his legs.

As Nick looked at himself, he jumped when something moved behind him, only to realize he'd been startled by his own tail. Nick reached down and grabbed it, bringing it around his hip, feeling it. It was a couple feet long already, growing out inch by inch before it settled down. His ass cheeks were permanently apart, revealing his black pucker to the word at large. It seemed everything down there was large... his asshole, his balls, and his cock... It was still huge, hanging down nearly to his knees as if it wasn't sure it could shrink anymore.

Nick stood there for what had to be six or seven minutes, trying to figure out how he felt. The panic had subsided. There was still a bit of a buzz from the change. He didn't hurt, he didn't ache. His whole world had changed... But what came next? Was this what happened to the other people too? Nick moved back to his chair and sat down, careful to balance the keyboard over his ample cock. He decided to back up to some of the first few pages, opening one of the links that was in greek. He tabbed his way through the menu before finding the translation plugin.

The words on the page started to change. Pardalot?s Patte became Leopard patte. The unfamiliar words changed after a second of lag time before revealing the advertisements that had gone out so many years ago... Nick's blue cat eyes widened before he leaned back in disbelief, forcing himself to go back up to the top and start over. He couldn't quite comprehend what he was reading in his head, so he had to try another technique.

"Leopard patte, the most delicious and delectable treat your cats have ever caught... Savory, saucy, seafood snacks that no cat would turn his nose up at. Once they get a bite, they won't get enough." Nick murmured, "I ate tainted cat food... from the dawn of the internet. Recalled, tainted cat food..." Nick whispered. It was such a stupid, dumb realization that he slumped back in his chair, leaned his head back and let out a laugh, then another, then he broke out. His tail twitched beneath him, his feet kneaded into the carpet, his claws fraying at the fabric. He shook his head in disbelief, but slowly a smile crossed his muzzle.

Nick had become something else, something new, something the world hadn't seen in many years. It was a new place out there, full of new opportunity. Maybe there still was a chance for him, a chance to go into the porn business... Surely someone would watch a movie about a feline stud hung like a horse. He was very fit after all, and far too handsome to be stuck behind a counter at some retail chain.

His smile grew as he licked his lips, running a clawed hand up and down his furry chest before his head slowly turned and looked back into the kitchen. He looked past his empty plate and cup, past the bag of chips and the carton of marshmallow eggs, settling on the remaining can of Pardalot?s Patte sitting there.... Unopened, uneaten, juicy and salty and savory, a taste no one could resist. The only question was, what would Nick do with it? Would he gorge himself on another helping, maybe even change more? Would he use it as inspiration, sneak back to Food and More and steal the rest of their supply? Would he go next door, offer his quiet neighbor a saucy treat of his own?

Nick's grin grew as wide as the cheshire cat's, his tail swishing side to side. All of those sounded like great ideas, and maybe it was time for him to be the tom cat he was always meant to be and experience just how wild the night life could get... but first, another snack wouldn't hurt, especially before he tried his hand at being a cat burglar. There had to be at least nine cans left in the store - nine more lives he could help to change, a pride of his own. Nick felt himself getting hard again at the idea of it, his huge cock growing larger with the very thought of being a bad kitty. Sometimes trying new things had rewards one couldn't even begin to comprehend...