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Growing Hunger

March 2024 Flavor of the Month: Falerno

Rrrrip!

“Fucking hell,” Demonte groaned as his suit tore. “I just got this damned thing.”

The large orca had just settled into his place on the subway after a long day at work. His ass took up two seats, his head bumped against the ceiling, and his knees practically pulled up to his chest with how he was hunched. People gawked as the shoulder seams of his coat had split, the angry shoulder muscles finding some relief as the stitches continued to pop. Demonte growled, but then took a deep breath to let it out slowly, the large intake of air causing more seems to pop.

“Whatever, it’s okay,” the orca gripped his sleeves and tore them off one at a time. He had trouble peeling them off his corded biceps; the thick slabs of ocean mammal meat were black as ink and split at their peak by a powerful vein. The orca continued to try and find his center as he folded the torn sleeves and shoved them into the pockets of his coat to use as additional fabric for his next tailoring.

“It’ll be okay,” he kept saying to himself. “It’s just the suit, you can afford another.”

Demonte looked cool and collect, but his fists were clenched, his black claws digging into his white palms. The orca was so tired of his growth. He was always a large guy. Even when he was ten he was almost six feet tall. He was always destined to be a giant, but the world just wasn’t built for people like him.

He distinctly remembered the first time he smacked his head on a doorway. He was twelve, in sixth grade and already taller than most. He was on the cusp of puberty and a skinny little thing.

Then his balls dropped.

Puberty didn’t hit Demonte like a truck, it hit him like a convoy strapped to a train and launched form a spacecraft. Every night he had growing pains, every day he was a living garbage disposal consuming any and all food he could get his hands on, and he packed on size so effortlessly he started a diet to slow his growth. He was giving off whale noises, but it was his rumbling stomach. The guy was always in a state of hunger, and yet he continued to grow.

All the specialists and pediatricians at the time simply said there was nothing wrong with him. He was just…well…bigger. Normally gigantism causes serious health issues, but the only issue he was facing was neck pain from looking down and slouching all the time so he could see the world shrinking around him. The behemoth seemed to even out around ten feet, but once he changed his diet and actually filled his gullet for once, he noticed his clothes were getting tighter. His body was primed to get larger, but he needed to starve himself to keep from getting out of control.

Demonte decided he needed to keep to his diet for as long as his body kept up this raging growth spurt, but it was a losing battle. At some point a guy has to eat, and Demonte wasn’t about to starve himself to death for the sake of being smaller. He continued to be very conservative with his food and to keep a diet of lean veggies. He quickly found out that meat was a strong trigger for growth, his spurts all but slowing to a glacier pace once he cut meat out.

Even with all this, he still grew. It was like for every inch of size he denied his body with his diet, it fought for another with his next meal. Over the years the big guy had gone from ten feet to fifteen, a monster of a man for even his own species.

The Orca’s stop came and he left, needing to maneuver himself sideways through the door, his pecks relaxed for the soul purpose of being able to exit the subway. As soon as he did, the hull of the shuttle jostled in relief. It was a little embarrassing to be honest. Demonte had to basically crawl out of the subway, his body constantly stooping down until he made it to the surface. There he would tower over the other people walking. He needed to watch his step so as to not crush any stray toes.

Demonte was the first to the stoplight, he gripped the top of the traffic light pole and used his shin to smack the button. Not that he really needed to wait for traffic. He could stop a car if he wanted to. A vehicle moving twenty five miles an hour could push him over, but the car would be totaled, not to mention the passenger. So he played by the rules as best he could with his size.

The light changed and he started walking. He crossed the street in basically three strides, his massive legs weaving between people and his deep voice excusing himself between groups. The concrete would shake with every step and he needed to be sure he wasn’t knocking anyone over. Why would he ever need to work out when simply not crushing anyone was a full yoga session in itself. Between squatting down beneath signs, lunging forward, and contorting his body to tip toe into specific unoccupied spaces was more than enough to keep his muscles well exercised. He actually tried to avoid it when he could for the extra exertion would have him pack on the pounds like a professional body builder on a kit of illegal juice.

“Hey there Demonte!” A powerful voice shouted.

The orca was pulled from his game of extreme contortion by the sound of someone on their second story balcony.

“Oh, hey there Rees,” Demonte stopped in his tracks to look up at the large panther who was grilling. “How’s it going?”

“You know big guy,” the black panther chuckled, his blue eyes glittering as he shot the giant orca a diamond dazzling smirk. “Just whealin’ and dealin’ like the rest of the rats out racin’.”

“Yeah…” Demonte didn’t quite catch what the panther was saying. His nose was sniffing the air and he could taste the stake on that grill from the way the fat sizzled and popped. The big guy swallowed back his drool.

“You there big guy?” Rees purred.

“Wha-” Demonte blinked his big green eyes and he finally looked up at Rees. The man was wearing a silky robe, his thick and powerful body the envy of all. He was a stacked man by anyone’s standards. He was about seven feet tall and covered in a nice dirty bulk that fit the man well. Despite his extra pounds, his muscles contorted his healthy fat into soft and rounded mounds of power. The robe he wore was untied and exposing his powerful chest and gut. His athletic shorts were practically painted on, his bulge shimmering in the athleisure-ware.

“Yeah…I’m here…” Demonte blushed and gulped back his drool, but his time it was a different kind of hunger. “Sorry, was…just a long day at work.

“Really? You want to lean in and we can talk about it? I’ll even give you one of my famous ribeyes.”

“Oh…” Demonte’s stomach grumbled. “I really shouldn’t.”

“You sure?” Rees smirked flipping the stakes over, their sizzling fry popping in the air as he did so. “Made an extra big one just for you big guy.”

Fuck, Demonte bit his bottom lip.

“My diet doesn’t really let me eat meat.” Demonte tried to reason.

“You a vegetarian?” Rees cocked a brow knowingly.

“You sly cat, you know I love meat,” Demonte sighed.

“I know, big guy. Why do you think I’m out here in practically nothing making your favorite thing in the world?”

“You’re…you’re what?” Demonte blinked before his blush bloomed across his face. “You’re…doing all this for me?”

“You got that right big guy,” Rees purred. “I marinated these stakes just for you, and I’d be very offended if you didn’t at least have a taste.”

Demonte’s knees shook, his powerful muscles and his size making it audible. Rees was the hottest guy Demonte knew. The guy was a professional chef in a past life, and he knew just how to draw the big orca in.

“I guess…one little bite can’t be all that bad,” Demonte pondered before sighing. “Well, since you went to all this trouble, I guess I should.”

“Yeah, lean on in big guy,” Rees chuckled motioning him forward. “The dent on the railing is still there from the last time you came by for a stay.”

Demonte saw the dent in the iron railing where he had rested his head last time he spent some time talking to the panther.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Demonte scratched his head.

“Don’t be,” Rees smiled. “Big guys like you can’t help it. Besides, this world needs to be more accommodating to us guys above six foot two…well, especially guys like you.”

Demonte grinned, lifting his arms up and resting them on the brick overhang while resting his head on the wrought iron railing. The dent he left before felt…small. His jaw pushed down on the edges of it. He was as gentle as he could be, but he still heard a groan of protest from that iron.

“Sorry,” Demonte said again. “I think I bent it more.”

“Don’t worry about it big guy. I use it as a leg rest when I’m out here reading. If it’s a little lower I’m not going to complain. How do you like your steak? I’m almost done with the first sear.”

Demonte’s stomach rumbled, his abs flexing as though ready to chew that meaty meal.

“I like it bloody,” he smiled.

“My man!” Rees smiled, his fangs gleaming as he looked over his stakes. He pulled them off and slapped them onto a large metal tray. “These are for you big guy.”

“I…I should only have one little bite.” Demonte looked down and away. Then he felt the powerful paw of that panther come to his cheek. He couldn’t force Demonte to do anything, but the big orca let him.

“Listen here Demonte,” the panther purred. “I made this meal especially for you. Now, I want you to enjoy this. I know you don’t eat meat too often, so I wanted to make it as memorable and satisfying as it could possibly be. Now, open your mouth and close your eyes. I’ve got something nice and big for a growing guy like you.”

“I…sure…” Demonte’s green eyes glittered as he looked up into that Panther’s ocean ones. The older man simply smirked, grabbed the metal tray and came over. He skewered it with a large grilling fork and lifted the thick slab of beef up, blood dripping from it as steam wafted up above.

“Close your eyes, and open your mouth,” Rees purred, even his purr was like sexy thunder.

Demonte obeyed. He closed his eyes and waited.

“Good, now take a nice deep breath through your nose. We eat with our eyes first, but we taste with our nose before that.”

Demonte decided to play along. He felt like one of those cartoon characters being pulled along by the wafting finger of something freshly baked. Demonte took a slow sniff through his nose, his chest relaxing and his stomach rumbling. The smell of pepper, rosemary, and butter filled his nose. He felt drool well up on his tongue.

Rees looked at that giant open mouth, his bright pink maw and long tongue exposed. The faintest view of that gullet in the back sent shivers down his spine.

“Good, now chew it slowly,” Rees ordered, cupping Demonte’s chin, a little trickle of drool having found its way there.

“Sorry…I couldn’t help but drool-”

“No talking big guy,” Rees purred and brought the dripping steak to that mouth and slowly moved it in like a lover sharing a bite of their meal. “Now close.”

It took everything in Demonte not to bite down on the fork and eat that too. His tongue was greeted by a heat and dripping juices. His muzzle filled with the flavor of that steak. His tongue danced around it, flopping that meat around in his muzzle from one side to the other. He obeyed the panther’s words and chewed it slowly, tantalizingly slow. He sank down into that beef, the juices welling up between his teeth. Bursts of flavor, a mix of rosemary and oregano, salts and seasonings washed over his tongue and swam between his teeth. He moaned with his mouth closed, the smell of that food wafted through his nose as that beef shredded into pieces with the slightest chew. It was soft yet firm, it was juicy and perfectly seared. The drool dribbling down his chin was tainted pink with the blood of his meal as he tried to gulp it back, but kept chewing that meat to get every ounce of enjoyment he could from that slab of protein.

The world seemed to stand still. Nothing mattered except what was going on in his muzzle as he savored every part of that sweet and savory meat. Goosebumps ran over Demonte’s flesh, his tinny hairs standing on end as his gut grumbled and roared for its first taste of meat in over five years. He chewed and grinded that meat to paste, sapping every flavor and bit of enjoyment until it was cool in his muzzle and he couldn’t help but swallow it back. He opened his maw and breathed out with a sigh. The only thing in his mind at that moment was how beautiful that tasted and how it lingered on his tongue, the garlic and onion that was used mixed with the faintest hints of wine with the charcoal smoke was too much. Tears welled up in his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t get another hit like that in a long, long time. Maybe never again.

“Do you want another bite?” Rees purred.

Demonte’s eyes fluttered open and saw the big black panther ready with another slab of meat. A warm and inviting smile on his muzzle. As the orca came out of his revelry the sounds of the city came flooding back. He suddenly realized there was a car alarm going off behind him. He hadn’t noticed it, but his long tail with its fin had swished out and smacked a Jeep that was blaring in its protest of the intrusion, the front windshield a shattered mess.

Despite all that though, the only thing he really noticed was Rees, his tempter offering him another bite. His stomach rumbled in its approval and immediate demand for more.

“Isn’t that one yours?” Demonte asked, his eyes trained on the meat like some starving dog.

“With how much you enjoyed your first bite, it would be a sin to deny you another.” Rees had the second stake ready to go.

“I really shouldn’t…” Demonte said around that meat as he opened his mouth. He hungered for it too much, and before he knew it he was closing his lips around that thick slab of meat. The orca was thrown back into that ecstasy again as he chewed slowly, savoring every bit of that meat as he sank his teeth into it. Grinding and mashing it as he slurped on the juices and the flavor.

“Holy-mmm-Holy fuck,” Demonte’s lips smacked as he savored the flavor for as long as he could. He refused to swallow until all the heat was gone from that meat and he did a nice slow gulp.

“Rees…that was so fucking good,” Demonte moaned as he opened his eyes. “Why…why is the world shorter?”

Rees’ eyes continued to rise as he saw the orca’s chin lift off the metal railing, Demonte’s muscles swelling sounding like grinding boulders.

“It’s all you, bigger guy,” Rees had a sly grin on his muzzle. “I thought it would have a drastic effect, but I had no idea that you would start growing so quickly.”

“Sorry?” Demonte’s voice dipped a little lower as his head continued to rise.

“Come on now Demonte,” Rees crossed his arms, the thick hog in his pants throbbing. “You’ve been holding back for too long. I’ve been tempting you with meat for over a year now and this is the first time you actually took me up on the offer. You must have known what it would do.”

“Of course…but it was…did you want me to grow?” Demonte had so many questions floating around in his skull, but his head smacking the brick of the balcony above Rees’ made him stumble backwards. Demonte cursed as a couple bricks and some dust came raining down, his feet kicking a couple people down as he stumbled. His massive shoes popped open as his toes broke out and were able to breathe, his socks already tearing. His pants crept up his ankles and then his thighs before being stuck against his bulging mass. His shirt pulled up to expose his midriff, his belt straining to contain his expanding ass and bulge.

“What the hell was in that steak?” Demonte huffed, his voice cracking lower.

“Nothing too special, just spiked it with a seasoned protein powder,” Rees smirked.

“You WHAT!” Demonte shouted, car alarms blaring around the block as the windows rattled down the street.

“You really so surprised, Demonte?” Rees smiled. “I’ve been jealous of you since the day we met. I couldn’t hardly look at you without wanting to vomit I was so jealous. Then I got to thinking how sweet and sexy you were. You’re the paragon of man, the type of being that we all dream of becoming. Dream of worshiping. You’ve been holding back your potential. I just wanted to give you a taste of what you could truly be. You think that steak is good, imagine the raw power of being a real giant.”

“You…” Demonte was angry, but something Rees said broke through. “You think I’m…sexy?”

“Really?” Rees chuckled. “That’s what you’re focused on?”

“It’s just…” Demonte was blushing hard. “I…um…”

“Oh, you’ve had a crush on me too, huh kid?”

“I…yeah…” Demonte’s face was beat red.

“You’re too sweet Demonte,” Rees smirked, the words a compliment, but there was some truth behind them. “Haven’t you ever been even the tiniest bit frustrated at how the world is too small for guys like us? I remember my first doorway I bruised my head on. Still dented at my parents’ old place. Aren’t you tired of being too big for this world that refuses to grow?”

“Well yeah, but…where am I going to live? What am I going to wear?” Demonte gesture to his body, his suit still snapping, a button from his vest flying out and shattering against the brick face of the wall.

“Why wear anything?” Rees smirked. “Who needs to cover up a body like that, huh?”

“But…I’m supposed to…”

“You’re supposed to what? Do what all us little guys are telling you to do? To shrink yourself down to our size? When was the last time you felt comfortable, like really comfortable?”

“I…” Demonte furrowed his brow, his fists clenching as he tried to find his center. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll find more clothes, I’ll find a bigger apartment or some commercial real estate I can rent, or…”

“Or you could just tear those clothes off right now,” Rees smirked. “Who’s going to stop you? Who can?”

As if to accent Rees’ point the back of Demonte’s jacket split down the center, his shirt and vest already popping stitches and tearing apart. His shirt was starting to split down the sides, revealing peeks of his oblique muscles that rolled down into his vest. The next button popping off as his pecks lunged forward, jostling on more size.

“I…I guess…no one could stop me…” Demonte felt like he was staring down that steak again. He knew it was a mistake, that it would be a problem, but why should he hold back. For who’s sake? For the sake of everyone else’s comfort? Why should he?

Demonte took his hands and gripped his shirt and vest before pulling. His muscles didn’t even strain, the fabric tearing away as easy as wrapping paper. Threads of his clothes pushed back, straining against that muscle, only for them to reel out or snap. That one little exertion of power caused his spine to tingle as he sluffed off his upper clothes, the fabric hitting the ground like some sweaty, tailored quilt. The orca rolled his shoulders, his delts swelling and then rippling with more size and power as he cracked his neck and arched his back. The air on his body felt amazing and free like he just squeezed out of a too tight sleeping bag. He took a deep breath, the air tinged with the metallic tang of the city, but it felt like he was breathing fresh air as he realized how free his body was now, how little he was restrained.

“Holy shit…” Rees smirked looking up at his growing friend. The big guy’s pecks were starting to come into view of the balcony and it was getting harder and harder to see the orca’s face as he rose to eighteen feet.

“Oh my god that felt good,” Demonte sighed, his voice deeper than before as he bore his chest, the thick pecs flexing out over his shredded abdominals, his Adonis belt sexier than any happy trail. He rested his hands at his hips, his tail swishing behind him into traffic.

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