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Drew whistled as he walked into his apartment, his little house was a bit drab but he was fine with it. Though now with his new appropriation, his home would be a lot more interesting... he hoped. As the man walked into his house holding the painting in his hand, he looked into a mirror on the side. Drew brushed his long black hair out of his eyes and looked into his eyes, his mother had always said they reminded her of a pure pool of water.

The little apartment was quiet save for the sound of Drew's fish tank rumbling in the background, the man smiled as he walked over the stand where the fish's large tank sat. "Heya little guys..." He muttered quietly to his fish as he picked up a small container of fish food and sprinkled some into the water, he watched as his fish ate at the food. "Heh, you guys are hungry today. Aren't ya?"

As Drew watched the fish he felt a bit of sadness touch him, he had seen his old friends Christen and Stewart earlier that day hanging out. Since graduating from high school, the man hadn't done much. He had planned on going to college, but something about the prospect of not knowing anyone at his new college held no interest for him. The fact that Christen and Stewart were together just showed how really closed off Drew had become recently.

He sighed as he stood up, leaving his fish to eat the sprinkles. "Damn... I'm depressing myself." Drew let out a small chuckle, "Instead of moping around, let's put this frame up!" Drew looked around and found a chair by his kitchen table, as he walked up to the chair he noticed a film of dust on his table. "Man... I guess it's been a while since I've actually bothered to clean this place up."

Drew grabbed the chair and pulled it out of the kitchen, wincing as the chair legs dragged against the floor making an awful noise. "I hope the downstair neighbors don't give me hell for that..." He muttered before pulling the chair over his gray carpet and up to the wall by his TV, he then hopped up onto the chair and as he was about to put up the picture he realized something. "I... forgot the nails and hammer..." Drew wanted to smack himself but he sighed and shrugged, "At least I'm moving around this dinky place for once."

After digging through his closet for five minutes, accidentally dropping a remarkably heavy bowling ball on his foot, Drew found the hammer and nails. The man walked back over to the chair and climbed back onto it once more, he took a hissing breath as he lightly hammered on the wall. Drew knew only too well the wrath of annoying his next door neighbors with noise, the first day he had come he had accidentally turned up his TV too loud and had gotten a very very long lecture from the old couple next door on noise control. Needless to say, he didn't want to go through that again.

After two minutes of hammering the nail into the wall, very lightly might I add, he hung up his portrait on the wall. Even though the portrait was just of Drew, something about the picture had an oddly colorful feel to it. Drew smiled as he looked at the blue of his eyes in the portrait, "Damn... that artist really caught me in this picture, didn't he...?" What the man didn't realize was that his words had a painfully truthful ring to them.

Having hung up his portrait above his TV, Drew decided that it'd be nice to take a seat and watch some TV. The man hopped off of the chair and pushed it back into the kitchen, once more wincing as he dragged the legs of the chair across the floor and finally flopped onto his couch. "Now, where did I put the remote?" Drew glanced around, running his hands through the cracks of his couch until he found the remote though it was covered in a disgusting crust.

"Euch... what did I drop this thing into?" Drew muttered in disgust, he gripped it with the edge of his teeshirt before walking into the kitchen and running water onto a dish towel and promptly cleaning off the muck. Drew shivered as he looked at the muck running down the sink's drains, "That shit is naassssty."

Drew shivered as he sat down once more on his couch, "God I can't stand messes..." He muttered before turning on the television. As he watched a show about a man traveling in an odd blue police box that could apparently travel through time, Drew jumped a foot into the air as the room started to pulse with music. "What the fuck?!" Drew shouted out in terror, it didn't take him long to realize that it was the college jocks in the apartment above him. "Oh god damn it, they're holding another party..."

It seemed like every other night, the jocks from the local college would turn up their music as loud as it could go and bought as much beer as they could, with their fake IDs of course, and would throw an immense party. Sadly they didn't seem to realize that they were in an apartment, not a sorority.

Drew rubbed his head as the music pulsed, "Great, gonna need another aspirin tonight." The man tried to watch TV some more, but found that the music was just drowning out the show's audio as well as giving Drew an immense migraine. "Fine!" Drew threw his hands up in the air, "I give up, I won't watch TV." He flipped off the television and sat back in his chair with his arms folded, he then sat and festered in a while in irritation.

After sitting, listening to the crappy music from the jocks, Drew realized that he was oddly really hungry. Having eaten at the fair just a few hours ago he figured that he could hold off on eating for a while, but now Drew found that he was feeling empty inside. He frowned and stood up, "Might as well make some grub..."

Drew walked into the kitchen and grabbed a TV dinner from his freezer, "Well here's the dinner, too bad I can't watch TV while eating..." He grumbled before putting it in the microwave and nuking it. Duke absentmindedly watched the food inside of the microwave turn as he waited for it to cook, what he didn't notice was that that picture above his TV had started to change. As time progressed, the Drew inside of the picture started to put on some pounds.

Drew sniffed slightly as he scratched his ass, not noticing that his arms had started to gain some flab on them. His pants gave a slight groan as they started to bulge from the man's girth increasing, Drew's cheeks started to push out as if he had eaten a few good TV dinners at once. Drew's shirt started to grow tight on Drew's body as his stomach expanded from thin to pudgy to fat in a very short amount of time, but the man didn't notice the change. All he could think about was eating the cooking dinner.

Finally the microwave pinged, telling Drew that his food was finished. A hungry grin appeared on the man's face as he ripped open the machine and dug into the food as if he were starving, the food was barely gone as Drew's stomach rumbled once more. Drew should've suspected something was wrong, but he was too hungry to care, and decided to raid his pantry for food.

Drew started to put together different meals, at first he made some tuna fish sandwichs, then some casserole, then a hearty meal of warmed up ribs. But still the man found that he was hungry, soon he was turning to far odder foods. He started to grab trash from his trashcan and shoved it onto buns, then shoving them into the microwave before chowing down on them.

Outside the picture changed further. At first it was the familiar fat face of Drew, but then the colors of the picture changed and the lines moved around until a fat raccoon Drew sat in its place, though the picture showed party lights in the background as well as familiar stink lines.

Drew's face started to push out into a muzzle, gray fur sprouted along his face as it did so. Drew continued to chomp into food, his desire no longer easily sated. At first Drew felt something was wrong, but as he shoved odder foods into his mouth he found that he no longer cared now it was all about getting full and eating the tasty foods that he had made. Around Drew's eyes, a black fur formed around them as if they were a mask.

Letting out a long burp, Drew sighed in contentment as he patted his stomach. "This is some daaang good food..." And then a moment later, he found that he was hungry again. He sniffed at the air, his nose changing into a leathery black one as he did so. He smelled something delicious, Drew followed the smell until he found his trashcan. Earlier he had just dug out some trash, but now he felt as he needed to have all of the odious garbage. Drew suddenly threw himself at the trashcan, and as he did so his cartoony body started to affect the world around him.

The trashcan became cartoonlike and expanded revealing an ocean of trash in its depths, Drew found himself submerged in the trash and started to eat all of the disgusting rotten food happily. Being a cartoon, the changing man was easily able to swim through the trash as if it were water. The gray fur expanded over his large stomach and soon expanded into his pants. From the seat of his pants, a ringed tail exploded out from behind Drew who didn't seem to notice as he was gorging himself on the rank food.

Drew's clothes shifted from a regular shirt and pair of pants into a rainbow hoodie and a pair of very tight shorts revealing a meaty bulge. The clothes quickly became covered in a plethora of different splotches and stains, many of which could only be cum. Drew's eyes grew glazed as his mind reprogramed itself, he suddenly found himself remembering that he was Dru. The leader of the football team, his college had been more than glad to accept such a prostegious raccoon and had been fast to put him onto the team.

Letting out an aroused moan as his mind was changed, Drew continued to eat unaware of how much he was changing. Dru saw the members of the football team because fat slobs of animals just like him in his memories. He remembered having them all in the locker room at once and engaging in a long drawn out team orgy. After that orgy, they had won three games with the rival teams getting absolutely no points. Dru's mind flicked to the bulging greasy pants of his fellow teammates, slowly his shorts started to tent as he thought about them.

Memories of smells floated to his mind as he thought of when his team and him had climbed into a stinky dumpster and had eaten together naked. Dru orgasmed violently as the thoughts came to mind his shorts becoming stained with more cum. Slowly the new raccoon toon swimmed to the surface of the trashcan and hopped out. His body was filthy with the trash but he couldn't be happier.

As Dru stepped out into his main room, it changed to fit his new personality. The walls shifted to have pictures of sweaty fat jocks on them, while his couch became greasy and covered in familiar splotches. On the floor, random used jockstraps came into existence. The room became filled with a musky odor which Dru took a healthy breath of, "Mmm... smells great in here!" He said, his voice now a rumbly bass.

The raccoon then heard the rumbling of music and he grew excited, "Oh! My bros must be throwing a party, I can't believe they didn't invite big old Brute Dru to the party, well I'll fix that up!" As the raccoon headed for the door he let out a loud fart, "Ahh... now I'm ready!"

Dru threw open his front door and walked towards the stairs, as he took each step a grimy cartoonish footprint was left in the carpet of the apartment hallway. And as his door closed, it became a toony door covered with etchings of cocks, male symbols, and cum splotches on it. Dru marched up to the room where the party was being held and hoisted up his shorts as he grinned long and wide, "Time to have some fun with my bros!" He then knocked.