Silly Hunger
by
Varien Quill

Everyone should be careful what they're wishing for, but even then, the consequences might be completely unforeseen. Even with wishing for something mundane, like a comfortable afternoon in one's home.
"I'm home!"
After the loud thud of the closing door and a click of a lock, Tate heard nothing else, knowing that he wasn't alone in the shared apartment. But his roommate Chris was getting rather distant lately, only having small talks here and then with him and not much else. They weren't a pair, after all, so maybe he was asking for a bit too much, Tate thought to himself.
The bearded, chubby individual noticed Chris in the living room just watching television, who eventually turned his head to give a half-assed greeting to his roomie. Tate decided to not pursue more attention and went towards the kitchen with his latest purchases.
He placed all the perishables on the counter before unpacking a strange pair of loose, brown pants. Since he was slim several pounds ago, these would be the best for everyday leisure after work, even if these looked rather tacky. Even the place he bought them from wasn't a typical clothing store, more like an antique shop with many peculiar items.
Feeling that his jeans were already getting tight under his protruding belly, Tate breezily took them off, before trying on his latest acquisition, which was surely inviting.
Brown pants were fitting like a glove, or even better than that. While the material was unknown, it felt like silk against his fuzzy, long-haired legs. Even he wouldn't dare to go outside looking like that, but his lower parts of his body could finally breathe while having a nice and warm cover over them.
He tossed the other pair of pants on the nearest chair while thinking about what kind of food he should prepare. That was a strange thought. Didn't he have a jumbo hot dog while he was shopping? It surely had to be enough for at least a couple of hours. Even so, it felt like ages when he ate something. But nothing else can fix it like well stock kitchen and fresh groceries. He licked his lips vigorously, without noticing that his tongue was longer than usual, able to reach his cheeks and nose as well. Or maybe it was his imagination.
Humming to himself, Tate opened the fridge to look for anything delicious to feed him and fill the empty void that was his stomach, while also teasing his unrefined taste buds. With no further due, he opened the entire package of wieners and squished the bottom of the package hard, letting the greasy sausages jump out from their plastic prison directly into Tate’s wide-opened maw. He didn't even chew, just letting the food slide directly inside him. But it still wasn't nearly enough for the ravenous human beast. A cloud of gas appeared right behind his rear, spreading a foul smell and a reminder of a tasty snack.
Chris was currently completely oblivious to what was currently happening inside of their shared kitchen, letting the blue light shine on his indifferent face, full of temporary apathy.
Tate continued his little rampage, unaware of changes that happened around his body, including the growth of length and density of his hair, turning from black to brown, the same color as his pants. But apparently, he was too much focused on the current task, while unpacking the whole loaf of already sliced bread, wanting to use all of it in one sitting. Maybe even one bite.
Tate stopped caring about growing problems, like standing correctly while his spine bent and shifted, similar to his joints and limbs. Even his tailbone magically stretched out itself, swiftly building flesh, skin, and fur around it. He wagged with it happily, subconsciously.
He started building a peculiar tower of gluttony, placing sauce, ham, cheese, and pickles on each slice. The gargantuan snack was getting taller and taller, barely staying in its place, close to collapse. But Tate tried his best to fulfill his task, even at the price of his sanity. The beast farted once more, still digesting the latest small meal while wagging tail helped to spread the cloud around.
If only Tate could see himself, would notice the massive changes that happened to him. Once human arms and legs, now those were more slender and strong but ended with canine paws instead of hands and feet. But even without fingers and toes, he worked around the kitchen perfectly, like he was born to do it.
The canine beast took a single olive from a jar and a tiny toothpick, before placing them on top of a ridiculously tall sandwich, only for taking it back and eating it as an appetizer, cleaning up his teeth afterward with a small piece of wood. Eventually, Tate used both of his forepaws to lift the snack and threw it upwards, while opening his maw wide like it was made of rubber.
With magical ease, the beast slid all the food down his throat into a forever empty stomach. Happy and satisfied at least for now, Tate licked his face with a long tongue, before letting out a powerful belch that would shake nearby windows and walls, spreading a foul smell from another orifice this time. But it wasn't over yet.
"What's going on there? Are you having a party in the kitchen?" Chris asked from the living room, knowing that nobody else came to their apartment. Or he would notice it. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, seeing who or what had just approached him.
Dog? No, not a dog. A strange creature walked nonchalantly inside the room, wagging all the time. Chris noticed it was a Great Dane breed, but looked more cartoony-like from a different world. And looked familiar, just like...
"Scooby-rooby-roo!" the beast exclaimed, smiling widely and standing proudly before his roommate. Chris couldn't believe his eyes, but apparently, it was their new reality.
"Buddy... is that you? What happened?" He wasn't entirely sure if it was Tate or it was just a cartoon that came to life. But Scooby had other plans than just staring at each other. The transformation went so smoothly, Tate didn't even notice the change of his appearance and mind as well.
With little to no warning, Scooby jumped on his roommate, licking his face with no mercy, breaching his pathetic defenses. He defeated Chris within seconds, succumbing to the canine, letting him know whatever he was trying to do.
"What the... stop! You're ruining my shirt!" Despite his words, Chris didn't put on any fight. The awful stench attacked his nostrils, coming out of Scooby's maw. The smell of just eaten food and pure dog breath. But it was getting less and less bothersome.
Chris felt changes, starting with his head. Ears were getting longer and floppy, while nose protrude further than usual. Long, light-brown hair was growing out of nowhere, covering every inch of his body, making it more slender and even on the lean side. Maybe it was his imagination, but he also started feeling a strange lack of his manhood between now more muscular legs.
Soon enough, Chris was sitting on the couch right next to Tate-Scooby, a Great Dane as well.
A female one.
She panicked, twirling around like a puppy chasing its tail, seeing what happened to her. Not only a dog but also a bitch? She didn't sigh for any of that! Although the other friendly dog eased her mind a bit, calming her down for now.
Tate-Scooby licked her face for a few more moments, making her inner heat grow. In normal circumstances, she would never find Scooby-Doo attractive, but it wasn't normal at all, almost like a dream sequence. Maybe that was the whole point of it?
The other Great Dane suddenly pounced on the female, rubbing his heavy gonads and sheath against her inner thighs, before leaning over to lick all of her multiplied nipples, one by one, now erect and begging for more of his attention. It was a completely new feeling, something that they didn't do as roommates before, for obvious reasons. But she didn't feel any remorse or shame, fooling around like a pair of cartoonish dogs, happy to spend time together even if they were rather frisky with it.
Scooby still felt rather ravenous, but apparently for something perkier and juice than a simple slab of meat, but a piece of her, which would give a lot more satisfaction. His tongue traveled further, inspecting every inch closely and picking up her scent and taste. Her body trembled, panting visibly with a long, meaty tongue while her mind was blank, succumbing to basic animal instincts.
Tate-Scooby couldn't hold it much longer and eagerly licked her thick cunt, which looked more like a fortune cookie at this point. Would it hold some interesting secrets as well? He had to check it. His tongue attacked her entrance mercilessly, getting to the deepest parts of her canine pussy, while she howled in pleasure, kicking her hind legs subconsciously, luckily not hitting him.
Extremely hungry canine licked off each drop of her feminine juices, before forcing her to stand on all fours, using his paws and muzzle. While Chris changed her current position, she noticed something thick, large, and deep red between his thighs, bopping with utter strength, already leaking shiny liquid. She took his scent with flared nostrils, almost getting intoxicated by it, while still wanting more.
When she was finally ready, swishing her long tail to the side and exposing plump rump completely, Scooby pounced once more, not alerting her again about his actions. Chris lost her breath when Scooby pierced her cookie-like cunt, spreading it wide while feeling her insides with his pole. She would never expect such raw animal strength from such innocent, goofy, and cartoony characters like Scooby-Doo. But it was happening and she couldn't stop it, even if she wanted, no matter how ridiculous this whole situation looked.
Scooby hit her ass repeatedly with his massive sack, panting heavily and having the best time of his life. Nothing could be better than days spent on food and sex, two things that he cared about the most, while still maintaining a great connection with his now changed roommate.
His hard as rock cock rubbed against her clit each time he shoved his pole inside, making their climaxes come closer with each repeated shove. She couldn't believe how quickly he made her aroused, almost reaching a potentially powerful orgasm. And suddenly, with one last shove, he locked himself in while still being inside. His knot grew swiftly like a balloon, stretching her already widened cunt. Howling happily, he started pouring copious amounts of potent cum into her, wagging all the time. Nothing could separate them, at least for now.
After taking a few deep breaths, Chris tried to calm down, now forced to be linked with Scooby, who took a nap right on the spot.
"Really? Seriously?" Chris looked over, seeing her roommate out of cold, with his cock still inside her.

*****

The following evening was much less awkward than any of the two would have to imagine. Tate, now a human again, was sitting in his underwear on a rather dirty and moist couch, trying his best to ignore the smell and warmth. He surfed idly through the television channels, not able to focus on any program.
"So... that happened..."
Tate turned his head, looking at Chris whose transformation also ended a few hours ago. But at the very least, they had fun like never. Chris opened a can of cold beer and sat down next to his roommate, sipping a strong beverage, trying not to think about recent events too much. After a long, silent while that lasted like an eternity, Chris finally spoke.
"So... where are those cursed pants?"
"In the washing machine. Why?" Tate asked, mildly annoyed by the question. Chris only smirked.
"Because next time, it will be my turn."