Furryhairybears said:
Start with Dan and Bob. Maybe fatten them up in the kitchen?
and then he said:
I still would like to see Dan and Bob become more fat and slobish in the kitchen.
and then…:
I think he should look for him in the kitchen!
Alright, your persistence is rewarded–just don’t expect it to win me over all the time!
Bob did his best to do an organized room by room search for Dan, but quickly became lost. He hadn’t imagined that the mansion was this big, but for some reason all the rooms felt like they kept shifting around him. Doors opened up onto brick walls, there were windows between rooms, staircases that went up and simply ended at the ceiling, and there was no sign of Dan everywhere, and from the rattling sounds of machinery in the walls of the house, it almost sounded like the place was coming alive.
His hunt eventually led him past the dining room, though a different one than he’d been in before, and he ducked into a side door, landing him square in a massive kitchen…and something smelled…delicious–except that couldn’t be–who in the hell would be cooking in an abandoned mansion? Yet cooking someone was–there was a big pot of…something cooling on the stove, and it definitely smelled amazing, even if it didn’t look all that appetizing. Out of curiosity, he stuck his finger in the glop and gave it a taste–and his tongue lit up with pleasure, his knees quivering a bit in delight. He’d never tasted anything so amazing in all of his life, and before he could stop, he had the mixing spoon in his hand and he was feasting right from the pot.
There probably wasn’t anything he could have done to stop himself, and he kept eating, polishing off half the pot before a strange, ethereal voice said behind him, “What in the world are you doing in my kitchen, boy?”
Stunned, Bob dropped the spoon and spun around, finding himself face to face with a chef–a semi-trnsparent ghost chef, to be precise, and he did not look happy, his clear cheeks still managing to convey a deep red of displeasure. Bob’s mouth gaped open in terror, and the chef drifted closer, his anger softening a bit, “Still, I gotta say boy, you sure can eat–why don’t you have a seat at that table and we’ll really pack some meat on those bones of yours? I love that gut you’ve got there–how about we make it even bigger?”
He could feel the chilly hands of the ghost cupping the taut gut which had sprouted from Bob’s once slender midsection, and the chill was sending him shivers right to his cock. He…he wanted to stay, he wanted to eat, but–but no, he had to get out of here! Bracing himself, he pushed his way through the ghost and made a beeline for the door, the chef chasing after him, but for whatever reason, as soon as he was through the door and in the dining room, the cravings died back–though his new gut didn’t show any signs of diminishing, and the ghost didn’t follow him–apparently it couldn’t leave the kitchen.
“This is fucked up,” Bob said, idly rubbing his belly, but he stopped himself before he got too excited by it, or before he could think too hard about what had just happened, and kept going “David? Ken? Dan? We’ve gotta get out of here you guys!” He shouted, trying his best to ignore the hunger slowly gnawing away at his resolve.
Now that Dan and Bob have had their first run-ins with the house, what are David and Ken finding upstairs?
1) Some bedrooms and closets?
2) A study for relaxation and pleasure?
3) Exploring in the attic, where who knows what sort of things might be lurking?
I finally figured out the trigger for the question setting, so there’s no extra suggestion box. So, guys, what’ll it be?
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