Vincent's Growth
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Vincent was, as should have been expected, your average rat fellow. Dressed casually in Ts and jeans, wore glasses, and was very polite to all those he knew and most of those he didn't. He was currently between jobs, having found that a career in telemarketing was stressing him out way too much. He decided he'd go for a job elsewhere, but he was currently unsure where. All he knew was that he was going to have to get off social insurance soon or he was gonna start feeling bad about himself (he much preferred to earn his money, as it gave him a great self worth and what not).
One night he came home from job searching and locked the door behind himself as usual. He was currently living alone in a small apartment somewhere near the middle of his city of residence. His apartment was well kept of course, Vincent being a very cleanly rat. Hs counter tops and tiled floors sparkled with the care of an attentive owner, and the carpeted bits of the floor were bright and colourful. His bed was always made, his bathroom spic 'n' span, and his fridge well kept. It was this fridge that he went to first and opened, only to find a pitcher of some random juice sitting in it and a granola bar.
"Why would I put a granola bar in the fridge?" he asked. He found his stomach rumbling quite a bit and decided at least to eat it. But he knew that it would do as only a snack. What could he do for an actual meal? There was certainly not enough in the fridge.
So he checked the fridge and the cupboards, finding only half empty boxes of frozen treats and the odd box of crackers. This did not bode well for him. He looked at the clock hanging above his TV (a respectable one, but nothing too big), and swore inwardly at himself. He'd forgotten to go shopping, and all the stores were now closed. The only option that came to his mind was ordering a pizza, as those were of course his favourite food. But they were so damn expensive... he'd have to settle with a really small one to keep himself happy. Just 6 slices with only pepperoni and three cheese, no dipping sauce for the crust, and no drink or side. He'd be going barebones on this order.
He picked up his phone and rang the speed dial on his favourite place. He was quite shocked to find that either no one was coming to the phone, or the place was closed. Odd, since it was a 24 hour delivery place.
Vincent shrugged and pulled out his phone book, leafing through it for some other place. Pizza hut, Pizza Pizza, Dominoes, and several little Mom & Pop's pizza places were all either not responding to him, or were closed. Vincent's mind was currently being blown through a tiny straw and splattered against the wall. How the hell could EVERY place be closed? He was gonna ned food, and he had his heart set on a pizza. He leafed through the phone book three more times before giving up. He picked it up by the spine and carried it back over to where he kept the thing in a drawer.
When he opened the drawer and flopped the thingon the counter, a small business card fell out. A simple white one with simple writing and a simple logo. Vincent furrowed his brow and picked it up, reading it.
"Poe's Plump Crust Pizza! A Big Hit for your Belly!"
Vincent smirked at the thing. He'd never once heard of this place, nor been there. How'd the card get in his phone book?
He looked to see the hours of the place and raised a very inquisitive eyebrow as he did.
"7:00pm to 9:00pm? Only two hours? How the hell do these people stay in business?" Vincent looked at the clock and noticed it was in fact 7:59pm. Theywere definitely open, even if their hours were insane.
Vincent took another look at the card and was oddly reassured by it, since under the times it listed it said "Don't Worry; We're Open."
Vincent shrugged and brought the card over to his phone and punched in the number. He took a look at the grinning logo and set the card on his lap.
"Hello? Are you guys open?" He said when they picked up after the second ring.
"That's what the card says, right? 'Don't Worry; We're Open?'" The person on the other side said in an oddly condescending yet also comforting tone.
"Uh... yeah... it does..." Vincent wasn't sure how to react.
"Well, let me guess then. You need something cheap. Something to tide you over for the night so you can get you some nice food for the next day, correct?" The voice asked. You could practically hear the person looking at their fingernails in boredom.
"... yes."
"So you're looking for the smallest thing on the menu; just 6 slices with only pepperoni and three cheese, no dipping sauce for the crust, and no drink or side, correct? The Barebones order?" This time you could here the smirk curling the lip.
"... hey yeah... that's exactly what I wanted." Vincent blinked a few times in astonishment. These guys were good.
"Well, that's definitely the cheapest thing on our menu. Mere pocket change it is. But you know what we're gonna do for you, son?" Vincent raised an eyebrow and looked at the phone. The guy talking sounded a heck of a lot younger than him, "Because you're a first time customer, we're going to toss in a ten piece of chicken with our signature 'Piping Hot Poe Sauce', a bottle of our in house Pepsi wannabe 'Poe-psi', and our semi-famous 'Ancho Chi-Poe-tle Ranch' dipping sauce for your crust dipping needs. ALL at no extra charge. How's that?"
Vincent's jaw dropped. These guys were actually giving away this stuff to him simply because he was a first time buyer! The guy on the phone may have been a bit of an aloof prick at times, but damn did they ever know how to treat a customer!
"That... that's awesome! Thank you very much!" Vincent said. "So how much is this gonna cost?"
"Like I said, it's practically pocket change. We'll deal with that when I get over there, okay? You have a nice night, buddy." And they hung up.
Vincent put the phone back in its spot and got up off the couch. He couldn't believe the deal he'd just gotten! That kind of stuff usually jacked the price right up your ass at other pizza places, but these guys were just giving it away! And they were only open two hours a day! And he totally hadn't given them his address! How the hell were they still in business???
"Wait..." a thought was sinking into Vincent's brain, "Shit! I completely forgot to give them my address!!!"
He rushed back over to the phone and picked it up, looking for the business card he'd had earlier. He looked beside the phone, looked under the little side table the phone was on and even under the couch, but he couldn't find the damn thing. He sat down on the couch in a huff and saw it laying between his feet. He immediately brightened up, grabbed it, and re-rang the number.
Busy. Try again. Still busy. Call in a couple of minutes. Busy again. Well, maybe just put on a show and wait until the commercial. Dammit, must've got another call.
After another try or two, Vincent's attempts to call back were interrupted by a knock on his door. He immediately looked up and towards the door, dumbstruck by the sound. There's no way...
He put the phone down and walked over to the door. He took a peek through the little peep hole and was floored by what he saw. There was a little purple rabbit guy in a pizza place uniform standing outside his door!
Immediately he opened it and looked down at the little guy.
"How the hell did you guys find me?" Vincent asked.
"We're good guessers. Now, here's all your stuff." The purple bunny tossed him the pizza, the box of wings, the dipping sauce and the bottle of pop. Vincent caught it all in a nice little pile and put it inside the door.
"Right, so how much is this gonna cost?" He asked.
"Like I said, practically pocket change. Speaking of which, how much you got on you?" The little guy asked.
Vincent blinked at him before patting around his waist for his wallet. He found it and pulled it out, producing a five.
"No no no, I said pocket change, not wallet change. How much you got on you?" He was grinning as he wiggled his fingers at Vincent.
Again, Vincent was blinking at him. He slowly put the bills back in his wallet, put the wallet with the pizza and stuff, and dug into his pockets. He produced two rather unimpressive handfuls of coins.
The little rabbit guy took the changed and counted it all. He seemed to weigh it in his hand for a moment before nodding and pocketing the change.
"That'll do. A little less than expected, but hey, I'm fair." The purple bunny shrugged and turned around, "You enjoy your pizza Vince. I dare say you'll love the stuff."
"Good bye!" Vincent waved at the little bunny and took no notice that he called him by name though it had never been mentioned previously.
Vincent grabbed the pizza and stuff, taking it with him to his living room and tossing it on the table. He set it all out, cracked open the pop, and started at the pizza. He turned on a random movie and started gorging himself happily on the cheapest meal he'd ever bought.
As he ate, he found that it all tasted absolutely brilliant. Not too greasy, but not dry either. He was definitely going to be ordering there from now on. He farted audibly and scratched his balls as he grabbed the phone to enter the number into his speed dial. He smiled around a nice chunk of pizza before swallowing it and chasing it with another.
After about half and hour, most of the pizza was gone, and the bottle of pop was as well. Of course he was leaving the crust for last so he could dip it.
On the TV though, a nice little romantic moment was coming up. You know the kind; the ones that lead to romantic sex where you get ashots of sideboob and what not, or the guy's ass even. Vincent sat back and grinned a bit more, sticking a hand down the front of his pants and farting again. His member was already rigid and at a length he'd never seen it before. The little red rocket usually stood at an even 7 inches, but now it was easily ten. Even his balls were definitely bigger. Vincent took notice of this and put his slice of pizza down. He then stood up and dropped his pants completely, standing there in the snuggest pair of boxers ever. They seemed to hug his dick and sac like they were gonna leave soon and never come back. And there was a visibly darker area trailing down his dick where pre had already begun to spill apparently. Vincent removed his boxers and gasped at how the cool air of the room felt on his penis. A short jet of pre blasted out and landed on the second last slice of pizza. He noted that and bent over to grab it, ignoring the half eaten piece he was working on. As he did, he let loose yet another big burst from his behind, this one quite odifurous. He loved it though. It was his, and his was wonderful. As he sat back down to bask in the scent, he munch away on the piece of pizza with the jizz on it. He found it added a nice hint to it. A hint of what he wasn't sure, but he liked it none the less.
He looked back at the screen and spied what had gotten him hard in the first place. Again, grinning around a mouthful of food, he wrapped his free hand around his cock and started jerking himself off. He leaned back, staring at the screen as his cock tip flared and spurted wildly under his attention. After a few minutes he reached climax and his dick geysered cum at an angle that made it land directly on the opened box of chicken, and also a good chunk of the table. The milky white good soaked through the box and right into the chicken itself, as if to marinate it almost. Vincent raised an eyebrow, wondering how he'd managed such aim, and bent foreward to first suck his head clean (hmmm, must be almost a foot long now... and baseballs in my sac!) before grabbing the chicken. He quickly popped it in his mouth, not caring at all that there was a bone in it. He crunched away on it, greatly enjoying the spicy flavour of the given sauc, and the creamy texture of his own. It was heaven for the tongue, he swore it.
He licked his lips and lifted a now also quite large asscheek and blew out a fart so strong it knocked the phone off the receiver. Vincent laughed and aimed again, firing another fart completely on cue and under his own will, blasting it for a good minute or so as it forced the whole phone slowly towards the edge of the end table before knocking it over. He laughed at it and squeeked out a high pitched one as a victory toot. He sniffed the air and was once again pleased by his scent.
As the night went on and the food was eaten, Vincent found his belly to have gotten a bit of pudge. As he stood up and looked down past his now significant beer gut, he noticed that his feet were sitting at a much wider width a part. He looked over his shoulder and was shocked yet pleased with the sight of his now gigantic ass. He reached down to pet it and found it jiggled nicely. Venturing a hand further bewteen the cheeks, he found that it got very sensitive very quickly. He followed the feeling to the centre of his pucker and tickled it lightly, farting happily. He giggled a tad before walking into his room where a nice big full body mirror was.
He gasped but greatly approved of his new body. His dick was now thicked than it had originally been long, and its head was almost level with his own. It hadn't stopped dribbling pre since he'd cum that one time, and his balls were easily bigger than basketballs. He gave one of them an experimental squeeze, fearing the pain that would bring, but was happy to find that it squished quite easily in his hand, but also felt wonderful. He pressed them together as a woman might press her breasts together and reveled in the feeling. The dribbling of cum increased pressure for a second, shoot a bit higher and landing on the bed.
Vincent then looked at himself in the mirror again, practically hugging his huge cock while squeezing his balls. He then turned around to get a look at his backside and gasped once again.
His asshole was HUGE. It took up most of his ass, forcibly spreading his cheeks wide. He watched the mirror intently as he farted, watching his pucker spread wide to loose the blast which rattled the mirror dangerously. Vincent stopped and covered his mouth, shocked at such power. He looked at his bed and suddenly found himself very tired. He lay down and fell asleep almost immediately, his arm resting around his large staff.
~
When vincent woke up, he was grinning to himself very contentedly. He had remembered that dream he'd had where he'd gotten so much bigger because of that pizza he'd eaten, and was rubbing his phallus happily, remembering it.
It was only when he shivered a bit and heard the audible gushing noise of a cum torrent blasting his bed's head board that he sat bolt up right and started breathing very heavily and sweating.
It wasn't a dream. He was actually staring at a cock one foot wide and many tall. So tall he had to look up to see its end, though it wasn't much taller than himself. He looked down and screamed a tad at the pair of fuzzy beach balls lazily hanging over the bed. They'd hang to the floor had he been standing!
He farted at a high pitch and suddenly wasn't farting anymore as he let go an impossibly thick log, right on his bed! Halfway through it he stood up and turned around, the piece of poo hanging out of his ass behind him and reaching slowly for the floor. He stared at the other side of the bed and almost hyperventilated at the sight of so much shit. It was covering the whole other side of his bed, and was filling the area between the wall and his bed ion that side. There were bits in the curtains, and spatterings on the walls. A small TV set had fallen off a now spackled dresser and broken on the floor, now half covered in crap.
Vincent's inner clean freak screamed and he ran for the bathroom, shitting the whole way. He quickly turned and sat down directly OVER the toilet, a cracking noise and a sudden burst of water in his colon alerting him that he had stuck the whole damn thing up his ass and had broken it out of the floor. He quickly stood back up (momentarily captivated by the feeling of the jet of water massaging his loose hole) and ran out of the room, not sure whether he'd want it back now or not. His very rounded gut got a bit larger at this new intrusion, but it felt good. Or it would've had he really noticed the feeling.
He rushed to where the phone was laying on the ground and tried to dial 911 or some other hospital type place to come and help him, but none of them responded. He looked towards the door of his apartment and quickly realizeds what was going to happen... he was going to have to go outside.
He tried to slow down his erratic breathing, idly farting beyond his control. He huggede the phone to his chest before setting it back down and walking very slowly to the door. His balls hung behind his legs, bobbing off his heels when he moved. They seemed to know on their own how to stay out of his way. He inched ever closer to the door, shaking at every limb. A long, erratic tune of toots was puttered from his behind, the odd log breaking the tune now and then. His hand reached forward and touched the knob.
There was suddenly a knock at the door.
Vincent retracted his hand so fast he accidentally slapped himself in the face and screwed up his glasses. Realizing this he quickly fixed them before looing at the door again.
Another knock, followed by a "Hello? Vincent, your mail's here."
Vince blinked and gathered up all the courage he could. He hid most of his body behind the door, only his head and arm coming out from behind it as he opened it.
He looked at the small possum holding his mail and grinning up at him. They waved at each other and Vincent quickly grabbed the mail.
"What's up Vince, you seem a tad tense?" the possum asked as Vincent pulled his other arm in behind his giant penis so he could quickly rifle through the mail.
"Yeah, uh... had some bad pizza last night." A very loud and stinky fart let loose from Vincent's gargatuan behind. His pupils suddenly shrank to pin points and he shook, waiting for the possum to run screaming.
"Hey man, just because it's given you gas doesn't make it bad pizza. Fartin' feels good, you know?" the possum blinked a couple of times before giving a huge whiff and walking towards the door. "Smells good, too, apparently. Man, that's quite a talent you've got behind you."
Vincent's face went pale and his mouth dropped open and quivered as the possum walked in through the door and surveyed the room which smelled heavily of Vincent's shit and cum, and was pretty much covered in both.
The possum looked around and surveyed the place, walking up and sniffing anything that looked like something that came out of Vince.
"Really like what you've done with the place," he said, grabbing a glob of cum off the floor, sniffing it and then licking it. "A very personal touch. You should be a decorator. People would dig this shit." The possum continued to lick the cum in his hand as he grabbed a chunk of shit also.
Vincent had himself pinned against a wall, shivering and still with that quivering dropped jaw. The mailman was sampling his shit AND his cum! What the fuck was all this???
"Seriously man, if not decorating, then a restaurant. You could jerk that huge dick off and shit all over the place and people would LOVE it. Maybe even let them visit the factory." The possum looked over at Vince and winked.
Vincent finally blinked a couple of times, noticing his hard on growing even more rigid at whatever the hell the possum had meant.
"You... I... wh-wh-wh-what? Factory???" Vincent stammered.
The possum rolled his eyes as if it were an obvious statement. "Your dick and your ass, silly. Both of them being able to produce this much of a mess would have to mean both are more than large enough to 'welcome guests', if you catch my drift." The possum walked up to Vincent and grabbed a hold of his sheath, pulling himself up to shimmy up Vince's cock. The stimulation was incredible.
"See what I mean, Vince? This thing's more than large enough to fit someone twice my size! Look." When the possum got to the top (having to watch for the ceiling) he easily slipped his entire arm into Vincent's cockslit. Vincent squeeled half in surprise and half in pleasure and cum burst forth from his dick, spraying the possum heavily.
The possum didn't seem to mind at all, licking whatever he could from himself and removing his arm to do the same.
"You'll likely get used to it. Though I can see people wanting that before going down that slide to sit in your balls and help you make so much more cum." The possum said it like he was talking about a ride to the grocery store. Vincent was calming down a bit, either because of the pleasure he was feeling, or because he was going into shock from it all.
"And that ASS!" The possum said, hopping to the floor and turning Vincent around. "This thing itself is a work of art. I've never seen an anus so big or inviting. I mean, I've done my wife in the ass many times and it felt great, but never before have I wanted to be consumed by one... but yours... yours is beauty beyond reason or compare." The possum shook his head a bit as if he couldn't believe the thing he was staring at. Vincent though could feel a nervous fart coming on and quickly clenched his cheeks. He really did not want to fart in the mailman's face.
"Oh come on, Vince!" the possum said, clearly dissappointed by the suden reluctance of Vince's pucker to release his gas. "You think I cam back here to survey the real estate? Vince, your gas is euphoric to say the least, so just do me a favour, okay? Just fart." Vincent whipped his head around and gave the possum a look of confusion. "Fart, Vince! Blow me a way with your gas powered ass! Show me what kind of horse power this pucker's packing!" Vincent cocked an eyebrow when he spied the little possum reaching into his pants to grab his own raging boner. He even dropped his pants entirely and just stood there, gritting his teeth and hammering away at his dick, egging Vince on.
The big rat had no clue what to do. It would be rude to fart on his friend, but his friend bviously wanted it. Oh how awkward this was for him. He turned away and covered his face with his hands. He unclenched his ass and let rip a low, rumbling fart that had enough force to blow the possum against a wall and keep him pressed against it, a full foot up from the floor even. The possum had his mouth wide open and his eyes closed shut, his fists pounding his dick as the magnificent flatus went on for many minutes. The possum brought himself to climax twice, the first time the spurt of cum blasting high enough to get caught in the draft and blow back into his own mouth, the second just spattering on his shirt.
Near the end of it, a relatively small chunk of shit blew out of Vince's ass and nailed the possum square in the mouth. He eagerly mashed it with his mouth and basically forced it down his own throat greedily. Vincent turned around and looked at the little guy, munching on his poo, and smelling heavily of it.
"Oh this is perfect!" the possum said through his chewing, sniffing himself at the same time, "I smell like your shit, I can't get the taste of your shit out of my mouth, and I haven't cum that much in forever! You have to let me in there Vince, you HAVE to!"
Vincent looked down at the possum, sweating a bit from the exertion of that massive blast. He took a good long look at the possum as he idly rubbed the side of his gigantic cock. He thought about how much the little possum seemed to love his smell and his feces and cum and all that. And he realized how hot this got him. His cock head was now easily being confined by the ceiling. He looked down at him and sighed, finally coming to a decision. He didn't know if it was due to the shock of it all, or if he was actually warming up to the idea...
"Okay... I'll take you up my ass." Vincent nodded as if affirming within himself as well, and the possum clapped giddily and bounced on his bottom.
"Just sit on me Vince, just let that huge bottom get all comfortable around my body and take my to your stomach and turn me into your shit. I want to be your shit for the whole world to enjoy! No one could resist such magnificence!"
Vincenet smiled and turned around, spreading his cheeks further and looseing his hole a bit more. This gave the possum a good deep look into Vince's colon where he could see what he wanted; shit, and a resting place. The possum reach ed up towards it like a baby to a bottle and was squirting pre all over the place.
And then Vince sat down, and the possum was gone, easily taken inside Vince's hole as the toilet had been. And the possum became poo in a most enjoyable way.
This whole incident even made Vincent somehow much more confident about his new abilities. He stood up, shit briefly, finished with a deep fart, and walked briskly to the open door. He walked out of it, his dick pressing against the door frame briefly before walking the ceiling and spattering it with cum. He walked past as many doors as he could, farting in front of each one. And like the pied piper to the mice, they all opened their doors to find out what had made the noise and felt so nice. Vincent made it to the elevator and turned around to see no less than five people rush towards him to get on as well. He grinned and held the door for as many as the elevator could fit and apologized to the others, saying he'd be back later.
When the elevator door opened again, oonly Vince was standing there with a huge gut, and an almost visible brown gas seeped out beside him. He left behind a plastering of cum shit on the walls, somehow knowing the other patrons would enjoy that.
And then, he went out into the world to enjoy his new life of shitting, farting, and consuming others, enjoying how much everyone else enjoyed his body like he did. Down his cock and up his ass they all went, all of them adoring him and his body for its magnificent abilities. This became his job. He became much like a walking amusement park and was paid nicely for it. And of course, he was happy to never have to worry about pants ever again.
~
Just outside his building stood a small purple bunny who was packing up what appeared to be an entire pizzaria, though it had managed to fit inside a small phone booth. He packed the stove, the register, and all the ingredients. He managed to fit everything into a nice little suitcase, including his uniform. He then proceeded to swallow the case whole, following it up by a thick belch and pat to the belly. He then waved down a taxi, fully satisfied with his previous night's work. He'd done well. Very well indeed.