With the hunger gone from his mind, he could suddenly think clearer. Whatever enchantment or curse or spell the Munchies had put on him had worn off. It had left its mark, however. Derek’s abs were completely gone, covered by a sizable potbelly. Even his chest had gotten softer, and his lovehandles were spilling over the waistband of his still unbuttoned jeans.
Derek heaved himself to his feet. He swayed slightly, unused to having weight around his middle. He fumbled for the button of his pants, trying and failing to even get the two sides of them close enough to fasten with his belly spilling in-between. Giving up, he pulled his shirt to try and cover it. It barely reached the bottom of his belly and was clinging tightly to his new flab.
Hehe all that bread and pasta and sugary sweets put you in a trance.
After eating all that there’s simply no chance
you’ll ever be able to button those pants.
“What did you do to me?” Derek growled.
You have to admit it was great
eating until your cleared the plates!
Derek had his claws out and with one swipe, sliced through the group of blobs on his kitchen table. They shrieked and then went silent, oozing together into one big mess that sizzled and seemed to evaporate. Satisfied they were gone for good, Derek looked around for his cell phone.
Awww come on, take a seat,
sure we can’t tempt you into one more treat?”
The Munchies were back on the table, still smiling at Derek. He refused to even look at them.
“I ate plenty last night. I’m not eating more.”
Come on, Derek, you can’t beat us
why are you trying to make such a fuss?
A group of them brought a chocolate cake over and set it on the table. It was Derek’s weakness. Rich, moist cake, three layers high, covered with chocolate ganache, and so big it obscured the plate it was resting on.
His stomach was rumbling. Derek determinedly kept looking for his phone, trying to ignore the cravings for more food. It was no use. The smell of the chocolate was so strong, he may as well have been bathing in it.
“Once slice,” he told them, fangs dropping and eyes flashing. The Munchies looked unperturbed by the threat.
Derek used his fingers to take a small piece of the cake, planning to only try a little. The small bite was it took. The hunger came back will full force and suddenly he couldn’t get enough of it. He started taking gluttonous handfuls, cramming as much of it in his mouth as he could.
The Munchies watched him eat, gleeful.
Big, bad Alpha thinks he’s tough?
He can't fight when he’s stuffed.
All the food in his belly will be rough
its sure to make him huff and puff.
Derek barely heard them. He was moaning with pleasure, each bite of the cake better than the last. It was gone before he knew it. Panting, Derek looked down at his belly which was distended and bulging, jutting out a few more inches to sit further on his thighs. He felt heavy, bigger than he had ever been his life. Briefly, he wondered how much further he could take this. How much more these little things would feed him, how much more he could possibly eat, how fat he would get before he finally had enough.
Thirsty once more, Derek braced himself on the table and pushed himself to his feet. He shuffled over to the fridge, one hand cradling his belly. He bent down, soft gut hanging out the bottom of his shirt. There was no way he should be this ravenous, but his stomach still felt empty.
To cheers from the Munchies, Derek pulled a two-liter bottle of soda from the fridge and started to frantically guzzle it down, hoping something would finally fill him.
“I..need..more,” he gasped, taking a few seconds before returning to gulping down the soda.
All that soda down your throat
look at how your belly bloats
Derek tossed the bottle aside when he was done. “Urp. I’m so – urp – hungry.” His gut was becoming almost comically spherical, too full to do anything but stick out, perfectly round and expanding wider and wider as it was filled.
He started going through cabinets. A box of Twinkies. Three packages of cookies. Chips. Poptarts. Everything Derek could quickly tear open and shove into his mouth.
Look at you, we’re very proud,
you've eaten 'till your almost round.
Too full and overstuffed to stand any longer, Derek sank back on the couch, both hands rubbing his massively engorged belly. He was not as opposed to the feeling as he thought. It was a satisfying fullness and he felt almost pride at how enormously fat he felt. I can do better, he thought. I’m the Alpha. I should be bigger…
His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing from somewhere in the house.
Since this meal will never end
maybe you should share it with a friend…
They tossed his phone to him on the ground.
You’re going to be here for the long haul,
so we’ll let you have this one phone call!
Derek reached for his phone to see who was calling him....
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