When every wad had finally be taken from the can and consumed, and after Jasper had also searched the surface of the desk and the floor for anything he might have missed, he realized he’d eaten everything. He’d just spent half an hour devouring his roommate’s cum soaked trash, like some fucking freak, and here he was, actively looking for more. He felt like he was going to throw up–no, that was a lie. In fact, what he felt was good. He felt somewhat full for the first time in over a week. No, but he knew he should feel like throwing up, that he shouldn’t want to keep any of that filth in his body, and so he stumbled up and went into the bathroom, knelt down in front of the toilet…and realized this was a much worse idea than he’d thought.

The toilet reeked of Daryn’s beer piss from the night before and this morning, and it hadn’t been flushed since. Jasper had added a load of his as well, but it was overwhelmed by the sheer force of Daryn’s stench, and he was so thirsty after eating so much dry filth. He’d tasted the wads of cum and that hadn’t been bad, right? Maybe just…just a little, so he could feel better. He started cupping his hands and using them to scoop water up to his mouth, but it was too slow–he grabbed his water glass from the counter and used that instead, bailing the water out and chugging it down, upset by how week and diluted it tasted, but hungry for it all the same. When he couldn’t get anymore into the cup, he shoved his face in and licked the bowl clean, screaming at himself to stop, to control himself, to do fucking anything other than this.

At last, it was the sound of Daryn’s key in the door which tore him away. He crawled across the hall and into his room, locking the door behind him as Daryn entered. Daryn…couldn’t see him doing that. He couldn’t know. What would he think, if he knew what Jasper had just done? He’d probably kick his ass, right? That…that seemed right, but he could imagine something else. Maybe he’d…take pity of Jasper. He was so hungry after all, and maybe a fresh load of piss and a load of cum right from the source would…would be better. The fresh cum had tasted so much more satisfying than the older ones at the bottom, hadn’t they? These were thoughts he couldn’t afford to entertain, so he climbed into bed, feeling sick with himself, and when Daryn demanded to know where he was, he managed to convince him that he was sick–and in fairness, he did feel sick, finally. Feverish, aching, his guts and body on fire.

“Well, what would you expect, for eating so much disgusting filth in one sitting? You’re lucky your new body is designed for this,” he heard an older voice say over him, “Don’t worry–you’ll feel better in the morning, though you’ll also find yourself a bit worse for wear. Still, one setback doesn’t mean you have to give in completely, right? I’m sure you’ll find the will somewhere to carry on.”

It was one of the most painful nights of his life, but eventually sheer exhaustion allowed him a few hours of sleep–not that his dreams offered much solace. The hunger was still there, along with all of the shame. He shouldn’t be doing this, this isn’t who he was supposed to be, and yet he felt so…well, when he woke up. The pain had lifted, the fever had stopped, and most importantly, the hunger which had been eating away at his sanity for too long now had abated. It was still…there, of course, but he could manage it now, right? One binge like that, and he’d be good for a while. He still felt a bit weak, however, because getting out of bed was more difficult than it should have been–and it wasn’t until he got to the mirror that he realized that more had changed in the night than he might have imagined.

It was the added weight which was the most obvious. After whatever confrontation they’d had, he’d weighed about 225–fat, but not too far out of the norm. Now, however, he had to imagine he was pushing at least 275, if not closer to 300–a fact made much, much worse by the fact that he’d shrunk another three or four inches or so. The fat was rolling off of him now, his gut becoming closer to a proper apron, and when he hefted it up, he was distressed to see his cock and balls had also continued shrinking, and were even a bit difficult to see in the pad of fat beginning to grow around them. His body was hairless now, and there was some…stink coming off of him that was difficult to describe, but which turned his stomach all the same–some vile mix of rot and cum and grime and…and he couldn’t stand it. Is this what he was going to be? He’d rather fucking die, wouldn’t he?

“Now now, I knew you were weak, Jasper, but I never imagined that you might be a coward.”

He turned around, and found Mr. Wadsworth in the room with him, sitting on his bed, watching his surprise register all over again. “What…why are you doing this to me? Please, I can’t do that again, I won’t let myself become…whatever fucking crazy shit you’re fucking doing.” Jasper knew that the words sounded idiotic, but his head seemed to be caught in muck as well, and it was hard putting thoughts into words.

“I’ve just been waiting for you to understand all the rules of the game, is all,” Mr. Wadsworth said, “and it is a game, you see. You can still win, if you’re smart, though I won’t lie–you are at a…significant disadvantage. But you see, your body only changed because it’s processing that alpha’s filth–if you manage to abstain, then you’ll recover in time. After that binge of yours, it would be a month or so, but you’ll be normal eventually, if you can hold out. If you make it to the end of your lease this June, then I’ll have had my fun, and both of you can go on your way, in your old bodies, like nothing was ever wrong at all. But lose too much of yourself and I might just keep you both for a long time.”