| Aaron was your average guy—24 going on 25, lean and fit—the perfect lady magnet, though he wasn't necessarily proud of being one. Not long though, and all that would be diminished.
It was a cool, crisp autumn day. Aaron was just minding his own business on one of the few days off he gets a month. Work at the new diner was a lot harder than it looked; taking in order after order was exhausting. He decided to use his time on this day wisely: hang out with friends, catch up with relatives, the whole shaboodle.
Then he heard it. Bells. The kind you hear when you're parents are calling for dinner. The kind you hear when it's time to eat.
He looked toward the sound and saw it. A bar. One he should've seen by now. He went over to it and looked inside. He didn't know if it was a coincidence, but he only saw men. Men that were particularly round in the stomach area, some with a stain right around their nipples, a liquid stain. He opened the door, and something overtook him. The place smelled like a cozy cabin in the winter months, had a fire-burning wall opposite the entrance, and heck, even the interior looked like a cabin. It felt like home. The bartender noticed he arrived and asked if he wanted some whiskey, to which Aaron replied, "Sure, why not?" The bartender said he'd be back with the drink, and sure enough, there was a glass of whiskey in his hand, ready to be consumed.
But when Aaron drank it, he immediately noticed something was off. He felt like he was half asleep, his body going wobbly as he collapsed to the floor.
When Aaron regained consciousness, he noticed several things. For one, he was in a strange room, still with the look and feel of a winter cabin, but it felt less welcoming now that he was tied to a chair. He had a strange body suit. It was black and white, with the nipples exposed for whatever reason. There was a tube in his mouth, which didn't spark. "Hey, you're going to be kept the way your body was to begin with."
Then the bartender came in, wearing something that looked like an old apothecary's uniform and several strange liquids on his belt. The bartender said, "Ah, you'll make a fine specimen. Guys like you just love the feeling of...surprises." Then a gooey substance came through the tube, going into his mouth. It was sweet, like egg nog. At first, Aaron wasn't sure how to react to this, but eventually embraced it.
A full day had passed, Aaron falling unconscious again not long after giving in. When he awoke, he looked at his body. The huge gut that housed the roiling egg nog had replaced his previously ab-covered stomach. Moobs had taken the place of his pecs, and they were leaking out the same liquid he was consuming. The bartender, whose name was Wesley, told him why he was doing this. "I've always had an affinity for men on the larger side of things. Whether it be small bellies or ones nearly impossible to contain, I don't care." Aaron was released from both the tube and the chair, and Wesley led him to another room. This one was larger, with other men who had faced the same fate as him. All of which were chugging the egg nog. He was led to a chair that came with a pair of headphones and what looked to be a VR headset. He was strapped in with the headphones and headset attached to his head, which is where things took a cool turn. He was looking outside of his body; he saw how round he had become, and the round body was being stripped of it's clothing; it's cock surging with cum. Cum is being slurped up through a tube. He saw the other men as avatars from a VR game. They chatted and just accepted that this was their life now.
A search party had broken out after several weeks of Aaron going missing. Nobody saw the bar, or heard the bells. Nobody would ever find Aaron, but that was perfectly fine with him.
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