A Transformative Meal Pt. 1
Author’s Note: Massive thanks to one of my beautiful moots. This work would not be possible without her, as it spawns from a very fun roleplay session we did together. I love interacting with the community and it really helps to get the creative juices flowing, so if you want more stories catered to your specific kinks, MESSAGE ME!
Trigger Warnings: Intox/drugging, forcefem, burping, magical inflation/weight gain, and super inflation.
Sigh. An exasperated outburst caught Lance’s attention from outside of the room, which he took as an invitation to enter. Inside he saw Micheal- no- Marissa, now. She was his best friend since childhood, and about 6 months ago, she had come out to him as transgender. It had not been much of a surprise to Lance. Ever since they were kids Marissa had been drawn to things of a more feminine caliber, and there was more than one late night confession at a sleepover that Micheal didn’t wish to be Micheal anymore.
Lance was a bit skeptical, but wanted to be supportive. Everett since Micheal- no- Marissa, damn that was going to take some getting used to, had come out half a year ago, all he heard were complaints that she didn’t feel “girly” enough. Whatever that meant. Even as kids, Marissa had been very slow to change, even if it was in her best interests.
Fed up with the constant whining, Lance bought her a set of “girly” clothes, and that is what they were doing at his house today, a fashion show of sorts, and this was going to be Lance’s first look at the new Marissa.
At first, Lance was doubtful that Marissa would find the “girlyness” she was looking for. He had always known her as a boy, and admittedly, he had had boyish good looks, even now at 24. But Lance was internally worried that those looks may not transfer over the way Marissa might want.
All of Lance’s worries were quelled as soon as he walked in the door. The outfit he had bought for her was a bit contrived. Admittedly it was a combination of the first set of attire that came up on Amazon when one searched “girl clothes.” The outfit was made up of a short plaid skirt that fell to about mid thigh. A white button down blouse that was cut to just allow a strip of skin around the waist to peek out, some black stomper boots, and a pair of fishnets to top it all off.
Lance stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing her. Micheal had always been waifish, thin as a rail, and yet still short. But now with this simple wardrobe change, Lance saw what Marissa always had. A full woman stood before him, and a very attractive one at that. It was like looking at a new person. His mouth must have been hanging open because Marissa blushed and said, “I look ridiculous don’t I?”
Lance scrambled to respond and quickly reassured her, “No! No. You look great actually I was just surprised you looked so… good.” Marissa rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me I look terrible in these clothes.” She turned so her side was facing the mirror and looked into it longingly. “Look not one curve to be seen.” She was right about that. She was flat as a board in every sense of the word. Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m sorry this was a stupid idea. I don’t look right. Can you just- Can you let me change?” Lance conceded and left the room.
Over the next few months, Marissa seemed to only wallow in her sadness. She almost never wore her “girl” clothes, even after Lance got her more appealing options to choose from. He tried to coax her to come out in them, hoping it would help her self-esteem, but it rarely worked. It got to a point where almost every time they hung out, Marissa would lament that she didn’t look the way she wanted. Lance inquired about Estrogen, asked her why she didn’t get a prescription. And every time there was some lame excuse. “It’s not the right time.” “I’m too old.” “I missed my window, I should have done it when I was a kid.”
Watching Marissa stew in her misery was becoming unbearable to Lance. So unbearable in fact, that he decided matters needed to be taken into his own hands. Marissa had always been overwhelmed by change and an extreme procrastinator. He knew she just needed a kick in the ass. He only needed to figure out how to give it to her.
. . .
Three more months had passed, and Marissa was as miserable as ever, but now Lance had a plan. And today was the day he was going to enact it. It was one of those rare days that he had been able to convince Marissa to wear her “girl” clothes out. Well, to be more accurate, he had bribed her with food. A surprisingly effective tactic for a bean pole like her. And he, at least, was very happy with the results. She had chosen the right little white blouse he had bought for her, as well as short argil skirt. Lance had to give it to her, her confidence was growing, much as Marissa was loathe to admit it.
“Thanks for treating me to lunch. I could really use the morale boost.” Marissa said, once they settled down at their table. “Though I don’t know why you wasted your money on a buffet. You know I pick at my food.” Lance smiled his best innocent smile. “I just had a feeling today will be a little different.” He said.
Before Marissa could form a reply, he blurted out:”Here, sit tight, I’ll grab your drinks and first round. You deserve to relax a bit.” Marissa eyed him suspiciously but did not protest. “Okaaaayyyy.” She said skeptically. Lance hurried off. He filled two plates heaping with food. One with every cut of fried chicken, and the other with a slice of one of all seven of the flavors of pizza they had at the pizza bar.
Finally, he poured a glass of Dr. Pepper. Marissa damn near had an addiction to the stuff, and if anything was going to get finished today, it was this. As the sparkling fizz died down, Lance looked over his shoulder. When he was confident no one was looking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be an eyedropper bottle. He took a quick look at the label: WARNING 2 DROPS SUFFICIENT FOR FULL GROWN HEIFER. Lance rolled his eyes. He upturned the bottle and squeezed every last drop into the brown soda, giving it a quick stir with a straw.
Lance returned to the table with his mountain of food and the glass of soda perched precariously in either hand. By some miracle, nothing spilled, including the oh-so-important drink. Once he had set the food down he was greeted by Marissa’s one life’s eyebrow. It was her are you serious face. “It’s bulking season.” Lance lied. “Good.” Replied Marissa. “Because I know all that’s not for me. I’ll have like one or two of those pieces of chicken. Ooooo but is that Dr. Pepper?!?” She cooed excitedly snatching it from the table, just as Lance had predicted. He had been telling her she needed to cool it on the soda, that one day they’d be the death of her, but it seems her addiction was in his favor today.
She took two big gulps from the straw before tasting it properly. Her eyes went wide. Sweat beaded on Lance’s brow. Was he caught? “This is the best DP I’ve ever had!” Marissa squealed. “I guess McDonalds has the crispiest Sprite, and this buffet has the best Dr. Pepper.” Said Lance, mentally breathing a sigh of relief. Either Marissa had not heard him, or had not cared, as she greedily gulped down the rest of the cup, not even stopping to take a breath.
“Woof sorry I-,” bep. She stifled a little burp. “I don’t know what came over me. It tasted different somehow. Better than it usually does.” Internally, Lance grinned an evil grin. Suddenly, Marissa’s belly let out a growl that even Lance could hear from across the table. “Oof I don’t think tummy liked how fast I drank that. Can you go get me another while I let her breathe from a second. “Of course!” Said Lance a bit too quickly. He was off quickly and was soon back with a full cup, this one untainted.
He was surprised to find that Marissa was already tucking into the fried chicken before he even returned. “Hungry?” He asked innocently. Marissa nodded, not tearing her eyes away from the meat in her hand. “Just kinda hit me all at once.” She said between bites. Shit this stuff works fast. Lance thought. Marissa was devouring her chicken as if it were the last plate of food in the world. She was eating so fast that grease and crumbs caked the edges of her mouth. She cleaned every bone immaculately, and was soon onto the pizza. This was already the largest meal Marissa had ever eaten in one sitting, and it didn’t seem to occur to her at all.
Marissa was holding a slice of pizza in each hand, alternating bites out of one before swallowing the other. Soon enough, the two slices were packed in her gut along with the chicken. Finally, Marissa to a moment to breathe. And burp. Her belly was already distended, and she was past comfortably full, but her stomach roared as if she were starving. She was panting both from fullness, and from eating so fast without breathing. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She addressed Lance who was watching on admittedly slack jawed at the spectacle. “I think something’s,” Burp. “something’s wrong.” She managed breathlessly.
“Yes and no.” Lance admitted sheepishly. “Lance, what did you do?” Marissa’s face darkened momentarily, but her belly interrupted her fury. GRRRRRROOOOOOWWWWWWW. Her belly roared so furiously that she had to drop the two slices of pizza in her hand and clench her midsection. When the hunger pang subsided, she said, “I have to keep eating, but you are gonna explain yourself while I finish this pizza.” Marissa began to consume the pizza, as Lance stammered out his explanation.
“I know how bad you want your feminine features, but I also know you were just gonna push it off, so I gave you a little… help.” Marissa looked up from tearing into her pizza only long enough to glare at him. Lance pulled the bottle out of his pocket.
“It’s a fertility drug.” He explained. Marissa used her one free hand to snatch the bottle out of his hand. Her eyes widened. “This is for cows!” She shrieked. Some heads turned in their direction, so Marissa whispered fiercely to Lance. “This thing says you are supposed to give two drops to a full sized cow.” She hissed at him. Her momentary lapse in eating cause her belly to rumble again, and Marissa was forced to keep stuffing her face.
“That’s over the course of months!” Lance hissed back. “We are just gonna do the one big dose and get it over with. But you are gonna need a ton of calories to keep up with the changes this stuff is gonna do to your body.” Lance checked his watch. The hunger should last for about 3 hours, then the drug will do its magic over the next 3. So we still have a lot of time before we have to get out of here.”
“I am gonna kick your fucking ass later for drugging me.” Marissa promised him. “But until then, you had better keep me full. I’m already pissed off enough without being starving.” Lance saluted and hurried off as Marissa was getting in the last few slices of pizza. He returned shortly with three cheese burgers, and a heaping plate of fries and mashed potatoes. By the time Lance returned, Marissa was beginning to look a mess. Pizza sauce stained the top of her blouse. Her once flat tummy now bulged out, and the bottom two buttons of the blouse looked strained. She was leaned back in the booth, and let out a satisfied burp as Lance approached, still managing to stifle it enough to not draw attention. As soon as Lance placed the food down, she shooed Lance away.
He got the message and scurried off to procure more food. The next hour was a whirlwind of gluttony. Every time Lance returned with a new course, the previous had disappeared into Marissa’s raging maw. Sushi, steak, salads, rice, and sandwiches all added themselves to the pulsating orb that was growing on Marissa’s midsection. Soon enough she went from slightly bloated, to looking like she had swallowed a basketball. The buttons were holding on for dear life, but soon gave up.
Ping, ping, ping! Every button up to Marissa’s chest burst, allowing her restrained belly to surge forward. Ooouuurrraaaapppp. Marissa belched as her tummy was finally set free, but her tempo did not slow. Having worked through the normal buffet, Lance turned to dessert. Fruit trays, bowls of pudding, one of each flavor of ice cream, and pie slices.
When Lance returned with the desserts, he thought he noticed something strange. Was that a hint of cleavage peeking through Marissa’s ruined dress? His attention was pulled away immediately however, as Marissa’s massive gut dominated his vision. Even sitting, it had swollen so that it was visible above the lip of the table. It was so distended that it was beginning into caress the table, which previously had about a two foot clearance from the table. Even from across the table, Lance could hear her belly gurgling, and could even see it kicking and bucking against the stretched tight skin as it wrestled with its massive meal. Marissa could easily be mistaken for being full term with twins.
She groaned and fell back into the booth. “Need… more…. Orp.” She slurred out. “Can’t sit up.” Lance looked at the banquet of desserts on the table. He was starting to doubt that this was a good idea. He nervously glanced to the sign above the door. ALL UNEATEN FOOD MUST BE PAID FOR. Well it had to be a good idea. He squished himself into the booth with Marissa and her overblown gut. He snapped in her face a few times to reorient her.
“Marissa, you gotta stay with me, ok? Open up and I’ll feed you.” Too food-drunk to protest, Marissa opened her mouth and: BWAAAAAAAPPPPP!!! A deafening belch shook the buffet. Luckily for the pair, Marissa’s display of gluttony had caused most other patrons to lose their appetites and find other seating arrangements.
Lance scootched in next to Marissa and her belly, and started frantically stuffing food into her slack jaw. With every bite now, Marissa’s belly quivered and pulsed out just a bit more. As the food began to disappear, Lance noticed something. The lower buttons on Marissa’s blouse had long since burst, but now, even the ones across her chest. Were straining. It was impossible to ignore now. Over the course of her stuffing, Marissa had gone from flat chested to a C cup. Lance had thought they had 3 hours until the body could catch up to all the food they were pouring in, but it seems he had miscalculated.
“Shit.” He whispered. “Wha…orp.” Marissa slurred out. “We need to get you out of here, like now.” Lance said emphatically. “Thank God.” Marissa wheezed. “There’s still so much… I’d never be able to squeeze it all in.” Lance looked over to the table. It was true. There were still mountains of desserts. He had expected to be here longer. But he was dead broke. Even their entrance tickets went on his credit card. Lance steeled himself. He knew what he had to do. “Open!” Lance demanded. Taken aback by his forceful tone, Marissa complied. Lance began taking fistfuls of food and cramming them into Marissa’s throat. Pinned by her belly, and her impending food coma, Marissa could do nothing but swallow and take it.
Between fistfuls, Marissa was begging Lance, “Please no- Hooouuuurrrrp.”
“No mo- Oooooorrrrraaaap.”
“I’m gonna -Bwwwwooorrrp.”
“Gonna b- Urrrrrrrp.”
“Burst. BEEEELLLLLCCCCHHHH.”
Lance ignored her whimpering and shoved food into her as soon as her mouth was unoccupied. Every fistful was ballooning her gut out even more. It was now cutting deeply into the table. Luckily for the both of them, the table was not bolted down. Ad her belly grew and swelled, the table began to give to the orb pushing up beneath it. As Lance was feeding her, he could actively see her tots swelling up. The were now squished up against one another, fighting for space in their tiny cloth cage. They spilled over the neck line of the blouse, and every unoccupied space in between the drawn taut buttons was overflowing with tit meat. She had to be a D cup by now, and to add to the mix, dark wet spots were forming around Marissa’s nipples.
Lance had to ignore that for now. He finally got down to the last fist full of ice cream. Marissa had managed to catch a breath and clamped her mouth close. She was certain any more would cause her to pop like a balloon. “Open.” Lance demanded. “Marissa shook her head. Her guts burbled and moaned between them. Lance had an idea. With his free hand he gave her taut belly a sharp smack like a drum, to his surprise it was completely solid, like slapping wet clay. But it had the intended effect. Her stomach quivered and shook at the sudden unpleasant intrusion. They could both hear a grumble start deep within Marissa near her naval, and the sound travelled slowly up her gut and it was paired with a strange warbling and warping of the skin beneath, as if a snake was slithering just beneath the skin. A sound like churning water sounded loudly in Marissa’s chest. Her cheeks ballooned out, and her eyes crossed as she tried in vain to fight it. Soon, though the pressure was too much. BUUURR-
Marissa’s earth-shattering belch was cut short by Lance shoving the last scoop of ice cream between her lips with lightening speed. Marissa swallowed, and Lance could follow the path of the ice cream, and the foiled burp as a lump traveled slowly down Marissa’s throat. It plopped into her cauldron of a belly with an audible splash. Marissa moaned loudly then two things happened at once.
First, her belly rumbled and shook violently, and with one last forward surge, flipped the table completely on its end. At the same moment, Marissa’s blouse gave up the fight and the last two buttons containing her breasts flew off, allowing them to bobble free.
The sight before Lance could only be described as….divine. Marissa was fecund with food. Her mad gluttony had left her mouth, chin, chest, and the top of her heaving belly looking like a piece of impressionist art. Food traces of all colors and varieties were splattered on her, and her massive belly rose and fell with each labored breath, while also jiggling and shaking slightly from the pressure and overwork. Her breasts, now round melons sitting atop the mountain that was her belly, slowly leaked milk in accordance with Marissa’s heart beat.
Lance felt his pants tighten, and a feeling he had never had nearly overcame him. He had to put a baby in her. He had to keep her in this huge labored state for all time. Before these thoughts could to totally consume him, he shook them off. He needed to get Marissa the hell out of here. Seeing her laying against the booth, like a beached whale, moaning and burping softly while trying in vain to quell her upset stomach by rubbing what little she could still reach sent a pang of sympathy through him. Suddenly he felt bad for forcing the last of that food into her, though he knew it had to be done.
He switched gears. “You did so good sweety.” He said tenderly. “I- horp- did?” Marissa burped out incoherently though her eyes became a little less glazed at the term sweetie. “Yes, now let’s get you home. Can you stand up for me?” Marissa thrust out her arms, in a gesture for Lance to help. He obliged and with much effort and burping on Marissa’s part they managed to heft her onto her feet. It really was incredible. Marissa had gone from flat as a board to pregnant with quintuplets. She could not keep her balance on her own, so she threw one arm around Lance’s neck to steady herself. The other hand she instinctually kept her blouse closed over her new tits, though the gesture was mostly symbolic, as her milk had already soaked the white fabric, turning it transparent. Lance, meanwhile, had one hand on the small of Marissa’s back to steady her. His other hand went instinctively, protectively to the top of her swollen tummy. Marissa was either to food drunk or too embarrassed to protest this.
“Ready?” Asked Lance. “Oh, wait, something’s happening.” Marissa’s hand went to the side of her belly as it began to curb audibly and roiled visibly under the skin as if bucking. Marissa moaned and there was an audible pop! as her belly button turned from an innie to an outie. Marissa sighed. “Much- burp- better.”
“Ok let’s try and move.” Said Lance gently. The walked a few feet, but both Marissa’s belly and tits bobbled and jiggled around madly. “Hourp, Orp, Up- Stop- Urp- Stop, it hurts.” Marissa moaned. “Here.” Said Lance as he moved his hand from the top of her belly to the bottom to try and steady it. “Try this.” Marissa’s free hand held her blouse closed again. Though it did nothing for her modesty, the tight shirt kept her tits from bobbling around too much. They moved again, successfully this time.
As Marissa made her way out of the restraunt she burped with what felt like every step. “I’m shorry fer -BWORP- burpin’ sho much.” She burbled out. “It’s ok baby, do what you need to do.” Lance replied. He did not see it, because he was so focused on getting them to the car, but Marissa blushed fiercely when he called her baby. Eventually, Marissa managed to waddle her way to Lance’s car, but Lance found she was far too swollen to fit in the front seat. He opened the back door for her, and as he helped her in, he found that Marissa’s tits were not the only things swelling along side her gut.
Marissa’s ass was now round and firm, and hung comfortably halfway out of the miniskirt she had chosen for the day. Where she had once had apples, her ass cheeks were now closer to the size of watermelons. Lance blushed as he caught a glimpse of her tiny balls and small cock and realized she was not wearing underwear. He turned his head away. When Marissa had finally hefted herself into the back seat, Lance climbed into the driver’s seat but turned to check on Marissa first.
The sight that greeted him was much the same as in the buffet, but now he had a chance to savor it, appreciate it. Marissa’s belly looked like an over inflated yoga ball sitting beneath her cantaloupe sized tits that were now free-flowing milk onto her belly, like two fertile rivers snaking their way across a mountain. Her face, chest and belly were smeared with food, and her eyes were lidded and fluttered periodically as if she was always on the verge of sleep. Her hands held onto the sides of her overblown gut, having given up on the futile task of forcing her blouse closed. She squeezed the sides tightly, as if her meager external pressure was the only thing keeping the explosive pressure inside from bursting forth. Her belly forced her legs open, and she had taken up the middle seat to give her belly the maximum room to breathe. Both of her feet were planted up on the back of the passenger and driver seat, in a birthing pose, her knees being closer to her chest relieve some of the pressure from her belly if only slightly. And there in between her legs, he caught sight of her once again. Her balls were small and delicate, almost like marbles, and stood in great contrast to her stomach which looked like a moon in comparison. And the strangest thing about all of this, was that despite the circumstances, she was hard. Her cock was small. Maybe three full inches with just a touch of girth, but she stood resolute as a flag. So hard was she, that the head was making a visible intedention into the flesh of her bottom tummy, despite the pressure inside, and Lance could see she was slick with precum, and even from here he could see it throbbing with Marissa’s pulse.
And just like that, with that sight enveloping his being, Lance felt something pop in the back of his head, like a firework going off. He was in love. Before he
Could process any of that, Marissa’s belly growled loudly. It quivered and shook and Marissa winced and her grasped tightened on the sides of her gut. Lance could see the taut skin rippling and bubbling. All that food was finally settling, and all the trapped gas was coming to the surface. Marissa opened her mouth to burp… but nothing came. Her stomach churned and groaned as more gas rose to the surface with nowhere to go. Her skin rippled and shook violently as if babies were kicking from within. She kept trying to burp, but nothing would come. A look of panic crossed her face, as her belly started to expand with the trapped gas.
She wanted to beg Lance to do something, but the pain overwhelmed her, and all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut. She had a death grip on her belly now with her hands, and was even squeezing together with her thighs to try and force the gas out like a tube of toothpaste. Marissa’s belly began to encroach into the front seats, and Lance looked a round frantically for a solution. That’s when he saw it: Marissa’s signature bottle of Dr. Pepper. She carried one with her everywhere, just in case where they were going didn’t have any. This one had been forgotten in the center console of the car. Never had Lance been so glad of Marissa’s addiction to Dr. Pepper.
He snatched up the bottle and tore the cap off. He scrambled over Marissa’s swelling belly, whch was now squished between the front seats and swelling over the center console, and popped the opening of the bottle into her mouth, upending it. With no other option, Marissa chugged… and chugged… and chugged…. till the whole bottle had emptied into her guts. There was an ominous silence as all activity in Marissa’s belly ceased all at once, as if processing this new arrival.
“Uh oh.” Marissa squeaked. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Marissa released a thunderous burp that lasted thirty full seconds. Lance, who was laying on top of Marissa’s belly like a mattress, felt his hair being tousled from the force of it, but it had the indented effect. Marissa’s belly deflated considerably, and she was back to her quadruplet pregnancy size.
They both took a moment to stare at one another in awe. The moment was interrupted once again by Marissa’s greedy belly. It roared and growled with the same noise it had made at the beginning of the afternoon. Marissa gave a horrified look to Lance. “It wasn’t enough.”
