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Don't Eat The Cookies Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-01-23 02:13:29 +0000 UTCPart 2: The Cookies And The Damage Done
Papi knocked on Kimihito's locked door with a blue wing.
"Master, don't you want to come outside? You haven't been out since yesterday."
"Go away!" a voice came from inside, sounding whiny and nasally.
"T-that doesn't sound like master to me!" Tears formed in the blue harpy's eyes and she knocked on the door again “Whoever this is Papi is opening up right now!”
Inside Kimihito panicked and dove under the covers, which did little to hide his enlarged body, it was like hiding furniture under there. Papi entered the room and immediately winced, pinching her nose with a blue wing.
“It smells in here,” Papi complained at the musky smell. She looked around, “Master isn’t here.” Papi’s bird brain tried hard as it could to process what that sound was if Master wasn’t there. The tapping of her talons was heard as she tried to look around but the stench was getting to her.
“It stinks too bad in here, Papi needs to breathe!” Kimihito heard Papi’s talons scatter away out of the room. Underneath the covers Kimihito breathed a big sigh of relief. Papi’s bird brain had saved him, or rather it was his dirty pigsty of a room that saved him.
Speaking of which.
“What is wrong with my voice, it’s so…weird!” His voice cracked and every word that came out of his mouth was accompanied by a heavily breathing sound to it that also sounded obnoxiously high.
“What am i going to-*Snrrrrt*” Kimihito let out one more sound, sounding like a deep snort coming from his nose. It had been involuntary, like a cough or a sneeze or the hiccups, something that happened naturally. “Stop that!” He impotently whined at his own changing body, with his new voice his whining sounded even worse and grating on the ears.
He didn't know what to do, so he opted to stay in his room. He had a few bags of chips and other junk food to sate his appetite. "Mmmmm, yum yum!" His nasally voice sounded delighted at being able to eat. He was always at his happiest when he had something in his mouth.
But like a sunrise doesn't last all morning the snacks he had hoarded in his pig pen of a room ran out. By nightfall he was stuck in his room with a rumbling hungry belly.
*snrrrrt* Kimihito snorted and whined, puffing out his cheeks, "I'm hungry. But I can't go out sounding like this and making these noises."
Kimihito fretted and worried over what to do. He sighed, grasping his hair in frustrated anxiety. Finally he concluded he had no other option. “Fine, I guess I’ll have to face the music.”
With his far too small PJs Kimihito sneaked as quietly as he could down the hall. This proved difficult when his very weight caused the floor to creek audibly. “Oh no,” Kimihito wheezed out as the girls all came stampeding out to greet him. “Dang it, why do so many monster girls have such good hearing!”
“So this is where you’ve been hiding!” Miia hissed. Centorea folded her arms over her impressive bust, “We cannot allow you to become some Hikkomori who skirts his host duties!” “Yeah you gross NEET,” Miia added with a poke to Kimihito’s wobbly balloon of a belly that made him whine impotently “Stooop!” in his newfound nasally voice and accidentally let a loud fart rip from the stress of the situation.
“Acccck! When did you get so gross! WHY did you get so gross!” Miia yelled out while immediately covering her nose.
Rachnera approached behind him, leaning over her hands and traced the thick double chin he was growing, “And what a lovely new voice you have now,” she gently whispered with a faux tone of impressment. “S-seriously stop it!” Kimihito complained about his space being violated by Rachnera, who continued on, saying “Oh but I’m not joking, honey. It might need a little oil, but it suits the new you.”
“New me?!” Kimihito exclaimed in his nasally voice.
“Well, you’re nothing like the old sexy you,” Miia humphed and turned her back to the fat boy, saying with certain bitchiness with Mero adding “You’ve most likely eaten the weight of an entire you.”
Centorea stomped her front hoove to get his attention, “You need to go out and exercise master, this isn’t good. We’re also running out of food because you’ve been pigging out so much. The house needs new food so you are going to go grocery shopping tomorrow to restock this house.”
“Can Papi come too?” Asked the blue harpy with Centorea saying “Of course, we need *someone* to keep him on track.”
The next day Kimihito waddled down the street with Papi following behind him.
“A-a-are we almost there?” Kimihito whined in his newfound voice. His voice made his whining sound even more annoying to the ears, like nails on a chalkboard. He moaned at how wobbly his legs were, like the muscles in his calves had been replaced by wobbly jelly.
He couldn’t explain why but somehow he woke up this morning even fatter, his pear shaped figure continuing to widen and expand outwards.. He felt heavier, just the act of waddling felt as if he was wading through muck, it was so slow and tedious. His sweats were cutting into his stomach and were so tight the inner thighs were starting to become worn down by the excessive rubbing together of Kimihito’s thunder thighs. The constant rubbing caused them to chafe and made Kimihito let out whines of discomfort. His ass wobbled like a balloon of half melted butter, shaking behind him like a big caboose.
He reached up and wiped sweat off his forehead, whining in his nasally voice “I’m sweating like a pig.” The pits of his too tight shirt were damp and when his odor wafted towards Papi she had to cover her nose from the smell with a wing.
“I think we might be close,” Papi thought real hard trying to remember the way to the market. As they walked they passed by an American style buffet that attracted western tourists. Kimihito saw it and he felt his belly rumble with desire. Puffing out his cheeks he pouted and said, “I’m so hungry. Papi, we should stop here and eat something. We shouldn’t shop while on an empty stomach.”
Papi put a wing to her chin in thought. The others were expecting her to keep Kimihito in check. But the Master's words made sense! Logical sense. Plus she was feeling peckish herself.
“Papi is hungry too! Let's go eat!” Papi chirped like a bluebird of happiness.
“*Snrrrrt snort!*” Kimihito suddenly let out two big involuntary snorts and covered his chubby face. “Why does this keep happening!” he wailed as they made their way to the buffet. Papi laughed, “Papi thinks it’s funny!” Which made Kimihito cringe and complain “That's not helping like you think, Papi.”
The person upfront stared at the obese boy and the small blue Harpy. “Two please,” Kimihito nervously asked with his new voice and handed them the money. “Okay, feel free to take your plates,” the person said to which Kimihito politely said “Thank you,” before a loud *snrrrrt* erupted from deep within him, coming to the surface Kimihito oinked at the person who looked at him strangely.
Kimihito loudly whimpered as he quickly left the front and grasped his plate. He looked at all the food being offered. There was a pizza bar, there were big pans filled with mac and cheese, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and such and then there was the dessert bar. Slices of different kinds of cake, bowls of pudding, and plates of pie were displayed.
Kimihito looked over the spread in front of him and puffed out his cheeks, not able to decide what to get. “Nnnnn, it’s so hard to choose” he whined. Papi smiled and said, “Just try them all Master, I’ll bring them to you.”
Kimihito sighed in relief, “Thanks a lot Papi, you’re the only one that's being nice to me while I’m like this.” He squeezed into a booth and grumbled as he felt his size become constricted and confined.
“Hnnng, hnnnnnn*Snrrrrrrrrt!!!!*”
In all of his grunting and groaning to get in he let out a pig snort that was loud enough to attract stares from the other patrons. Papi giggled at the sounds Kimihito were making and went off to fetch Kimihito’s food. Kimihito sat, with his hands covering his mouth until Papi brought in the first round of pizza and mac and cheese. Looking at the spread of four slices of pizza and a bowl of macaroni he felt his stomach rumble with gluttonous desire and he puffed up his cheeks, asking, “Could you also bring in some cake too? I want dessert too” in an especially greedy manner, his new nasally voice making the request sound like he was whining.
Kimihito ate, but his manners were becoming atrocious. He scooped as much macaroni as he could into his mouth and was taking ridiculously large bites. Papi went back and forth, back and forth, and Kimihito sat and ate. The amount of food he was eating was drawing attention to him, but he was too engrossed in his food to notice. All his attention was one thing: Getting as much pudding into his mouth as he could, tipping the bowl into his mouth. As he swallowed the pudding he let out a *SNRRTSNRT* and almost dropped the bowl. He looked around. “I don’t think anyone noticed it…if no one's saying anything..” Kimihito thought, allowing himself the security to resume his feasting. Papi worked and worked until finally Kimihito shook his round face.
“No more,” Kimihito’s nasally voice complained, slouched in his seat, his stomach pushing out the sweats he was wearing. *BEEEEElP!* He belched loudly and the entire buffet glared at him, saying nothing. “Oh, oh I couldn’t eat another bite,” Kimihito whined, stacks of plates in front of him. His mouth was smeared in sauce and the top of his hoodie was soiled with stains as well. “We should,” he paused to belch again *BuRRRP* and continued to say, “Be going now.”
“But Papi didn’t eat anything” Papi pouted at Kimihito’s selfishness.
“Oh, but I don’t feel good,” Kimihito mumbled to himself, his flabby chest heaving as he breathed deeply in his stuffed state. His bloated middle was packed. He pulled down his sweats and let his stomach out, the sack of bodily pudding pudge jiggled as he rubbed it. His stomach gurgled and he moaned “My stomach hurts, we should go home,”
Papi looked at the buffet line and then saw Kimihito. He was rubbing his belly with both hands, his double chin scrunching out even bigger as he looked down at it. “Papi and Master will walk home?”
The very mention of exercise made Kimihito wince and his stomach ache somehow worse as groaned at his full bubbling stomach. “Nnnn, no, we should take a taxi. I don’t wanna walk.”
Papi nodded, “Master is sick, so Papi will call for a Taxi.” After the Taxi was called Papi helped Kimihito out of the booth. “HNNNNNNNNG!” Kimihito grunted, trying to lift his weight, his nasally voice made it sound like a pig squealing. His hoodie had become undone and his belly jiggled out of his shirt, despite it’s stuffed state there was still plenty of hanging fat that wobbled. His ass almost seemed like it had grown bigger with the amount of wobble there was to it. Kimihito waddled ponderously, slowly, feeling hyper aware of how Papi stayed close by, as if she was guiding a blimp.
“Ooooh, I wanna go home,” Kimihito whined as the taxi came to the curb. All the way home Kimihito breathed heavily, still rubbing his lardy stomach. He kept letting out burps and repeating “So full…” he yawned, “...so tired.” Kimihito felt so bloated and lethargic, he nodded off at times. By the time they got home Kimihito had nearly fallen asleep when the driver asked, “Payment?”
When the driver said the amount Papi’s eyes widened, “That's the rest of the money.” As he handed the driver the rest of the cash Papi said, “Papi has a bad feeling about this,” Kimihito waddled into the house, still out of breath. Miia saw Kimihito stagger in, his belly hanging out and swollen and rippling like a bag of melted butter with every step Kimihito took and hissed sharply, “Where are the groceries!”
The others gathered and saw Kimihito waddling as well.
“Master, your stomach!” Centorea scolded how Kimihito’s belly was sticking out. “Did you even go?!” Miia threw her hands up angrily in disbelief. Centorea looked at Papi and said, “Papi, you were supposed to keep a handle on him. What happened?”
“Papi and master went to a buffet, and Master ate and ate and then got a tummy ache and Papi didn’t eat anything. Then we took a taxi back and now all the money's gone,” Papi explained. “Awe, you have a tummy ache? Well you shouldn’t have made a pig of yourself at a buffet!” Miia hissed while Centorea shook her head, saying “I should have gone instead.”
Kimihito whined while he attempted the stairs, turning his back to the girls, “I don’t want to hear it.” The girls cringe in disgust at how Kimihito’s buttcrack was sticking out at them. “Hey don’t just turn your back to me! I’m pissed off at you!” Miia shouted at Kimihito who whined and huffed, puffing out his cheeks as he held the banister for balance while uneasily lifting one leg above the other.
“Oh I’m so tired,” Kimihito nasily whined, taking a deep breath as he slowly moved.
“I can’t believe this!” Miia called out from below just as Kimihito made it to his room, savoring the smell of his own scent he took off his pants. He kicked the pants away, which shook his thick legs up to his briefs where his ass wobbled. He pulled off his top and allowed his sweaty hanging belly and his moobs to breath and collapsed on his bed. He closed his eyes, feeling the fullness in his belly, it felt nice and comforting. In his relaxation he let out a loud fart that only made the smell in the room worse.
“I’m so glad you’ve come back.”
Kimihito’s eyes shot open and quckly turned to his front and yelled when he saw Rachnee on the ceiling peering down at him.
“Rachnee! What are you doing in my room?”
Peeing down at him from above Rachnee’s bust dangled in her top she crawled down, her legs tapping on the fallss and then the floor as her spider body draped itself over Kimhito, straddling him on the bed. “I thought you’d never ask. I was waiting for you to come home. I was also enjoying your smell, I must admit. It’s truly an appalling, foul smell I couldn’t help but want more. You’re turning into such a… monster.”
“M-monster?! *SNRT*” Kimihito cried out, his chubby jowly cheeks flushing red he let out an involuntary snort.
“Mmmm, with sounds like that? A repulsive monster. Seeing you like this is very appealing.” Rachnee bent her human half down, giving Kimihito a good smell, she digged her nose into Kimihito’s sweaty double chin and gave it a good peck, biting down on it to make him squeal. Her arms and hands groped his meaty shoulders as she made out with his chunky neck roll.
This was all happening so fast, he had never thought Rachnee would be doing this to him. Her lips moved from his double chin to his lips where his heart beat went like a jackhammer, his eyes growing wide.
“Mmmmph! *Snrrrr*” Kimihito let out a muffled snort while being kissed, which prompted Rachnee to insert her tongue into his mouth. Feeling her tongue made blood rush to Kimihito’s penis and he grew hard. Giving into his instincts her humped against the belly of Rachnee’s spider body, dry humping her lower stomach.
Rachnee let out her own low moan. Breaking from the kiss she said, “How vulgar, this new you is equisite. I was certain you were going to notice the other things in your room first…but instead you noticed me.”
Kimihito looked and let out a gasp of shock. His room was filled with junk food. Packaged cookies and pastries, bags of chips and cans of soda, they were all here in his room.
“Where did all this come from?!”
“I robbed several convenience stores over night.”
Still being saddled by Rachnee Kimihito frowned and said, “You can’t-mmmph!” before his mouth was filled with a unwraped snack cake, pushed in by Rachnee. Rachnee chuckled, “We’ll worry about that later. You may have come back stuffed, but I bet you can hold more.”
Rachnee took another snack cake, opened it up, and fed Kimihito again. Kimihito, now receiving food found himself chomping down, his chin wobbling with every bite he took. He ate and ate and ate until he nasily whined, “No more Rachnee, I can’t handle anymore food.”
He really couldn’t, Kimihito felt so stuffed, his stomach distended out and bloated. Rachnee ran her hand over Kimihito’s stomach and felt up his blubber. She wobbled it and the loose hill of corpulence jiggled and wobbled. She Pressing down against the yieling softness she could feel how full he really was. “Mmmm, I suppose you’re right. Goodness look at all this fat.”
Rachnee crawled off Kimihito and gace the lard mound a loving kiss. “I’ll leave you be. There’s plenty here for you to stuff your piggy face with tomorrow. See you again.” Rachnee then crawled away, exiting the room while Kimihito grunted, letting out a fart he was overstuffed and oversexed. Exhausted Kimihito fell asleep.
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The next day Kimihito woke up and still felt bloated from his previous gluttony. He rolled out of bed and slowly stumbled over to the mirror. Looking at himself he was surprised to find he had gained again.
“Not again,” Kimihito turned to the side and observed how much lower his jelly belly was hanging and how much his tits had grown. He looked like he had the start of a third chin coming in. He turned around and fretted over the thick backrolls and how far his butt stuck out. It was then he noticed something else: His skin looked whiter than before. He had grown pale over time from staying inside and masturbating, but this was different. It was so pale it was almost…pink.
“This is so weird…maybe I’m sick? Thats gotta be it, I don’t know why buffets are even open, I thought COVID had killed them off. Maybe thats what this is.”
He groaned, his body still felt sore from the mere walk to the buffet. He looked back to the bed and waddled back to it, getting back under the covers he muttered “If I’m sick this is the best thing I can do.” Chuckling Kimihito said, “Sometimes it pays off to be lazy.”
His belly complained about not being promptly fed. Kimihito looked at the junk food and smiled.
“At least I won’t have to get up!”
With that he picked up a package of six powdered donuts with strawberry filling and went to town. Kimihito ate his fill and then went to sleep with a stomach full of garbage. When he woke up he snorted once more and cried out “Why do I keep doing this!” His voice was even more nasily now, sounding like the kind of nerd that would be shoved into the nearest locker with primal violence.
He tried to jolt up, but was hindered by the weight of his own body. He looked down at himself and he could tell he had gotten bigger, feeling how he took up more of the bed. Feeling tired again he decided to lay there and lethargicly farted. “Not again. I gotta do something, I keep getting fatter,” he complained as he raised a large arm up and was astonished at how large just his beefy forarms were.
“Gotta do…something…” Kimihito muttered and sighed, “But I’m so tired.” His belly pitched a fit and he puffed out his cheeks and complained “I’d rather eat.” He stretched the heavy arm for a candy bar which he unwraped with chubby stubby fingers and put the bar to his mouth. He chomped and chomped, having candy for breakfast, when his hand brushed his nose…only to find something different was there.
“What the!” He yelled out in shock and dropped the candy bar, thrusting his hand to his nose and started to panic. It felt nothing like his! It felt strange and…flat. With his heart racing he lunged up, in his panic he found the strength to raise his heft and plod over to the mrror where he saw a pig nose where his nose ought to be.
“No! No, no, no!” His voice sobbed out as he let out multiple oinks *SNRRRT SNRRRT OINK!*
There was a rumbling from outside and the door burst open with Centorea, Miia, Papi, Suu, and Mero
“HEY! QUIT MAKING SO MUCH NOISE FATSO!” Miia yelled before she burst into laughing at the sight of him, “HAHAHAH! WHAT THE HELL!”
Centorea held her nose at the revolting smell in the room, asking sharply “Master! What has become of you!” Papi marveled at Kimihito’s immense ham planet size, saying “You’re so big!” She couldn’t wrap her wings around him while Suu also tried to hug him, smiling she said, “So soft, like a slime.” Miia rolled her eyes, “Of course you weirdos would be into it!”
“There’s got to be a reason why this is happening. And where did all this food come from?” Centorea asked while still pinching her nose.
“It doesn’t matter! It’s clear now that, deep down, our master was always a hog.” Miia hissed and shoved a cookie into Kimihito’s mouth. “Nmmmph!” Kimihito tried to protest but Miia dismissed it, “Quit your whining and eat your slop!”
Miia brought food to Kimihito’s mouth and the pig ate every bite. “God what a hog you are, fat boys are truly disgusting. Kimihito whimpered around Miia’s insults, cornered by the girls. He then moaned, he felt a pain around the back of his ass. Right above his ass crack. Something was changing, something was…growing!
“Nnng! S-stop! Something, somethings wrong!” Kimihito whined before a snap was heard and Kimihito’s underwear fell off him. Kimihito turned around, revealing a curly pig tail had popped out and snapped the elastic of his briefs, leaving the fat boy in the nude.
Miia and the girls all watched in shock as Kimihito put his hands to his head and felt the same pain as before. Touching his head he yelled out when he felt two floppy ears pop out.
When it was over Miia almost felt into her own coils she was having such a belly laugh.
“HAHAHAH! Looks like there’s nothing left to change! I guess pigs are pigs!”
“Please stop, I need help!” Kimihito cried out but was silenced by Miia filling his mouth with food.
“No talking from the farm animal.”
Just then they heard a knock on the door and saw it was Ms. Smith. “I’ll go bring her in, maybe she can help.”
Centorea clopped her way down the stairs and quickly pulled Ms. Smith in, “There’s no time, the master is in trouble!”
“What on earth is going on!” Ms. Smith protested being dragged before she screamed at seeing Kimihito.
“Kimihito!” Ms. Smith yelled, going over she ran her hands over his enormous jelly hips that were wide enough now to get stuck in the door.
“Kimihito you idiot! You ate those cookies, didn’t you! They were made with Monsters in mind! They weren’t meant for humans!”
*SNRRRT SNRRT* “What does this mean? Whats happening to me?”
“Kimihito….you too are now a monster,” Mrs. Smith solemly told him.
Kimihito felt a mix of emotions. Shock, fear, grief, but most of all…hunger. With tears in his eyes he went to the pastry boxes and tore open honey buns. As his hands slowly turned to trotters he resorted to tearing the packages open with his teeth.
“Isn’t there a way to change him back?!” Miia wailed in desperation.
But that was a tale for another story.
The End
