Steak - With Mushrooms

This month our wonderful writer Rabidbadger has given us four shorts to put on Patreon!  

This one contains: spore infection, inflation, gas, NackVixen's Garth

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Garth stumbled and coughed. He wasn't at all sure what he'd gotten into as he brought home lunch when he bit into that mushroom steak sandwich and the thing had half exploded, covering his already chocolate hued fur in a dusting of something brown, but it had caused problems immediately. The bunny was no stranger to gluttony to begin with and he wasn't the most uptight fur out there about gassing up his home a bit but Garth, in the minutes since that first bite and then finishing the sandwich despite what it did, was experiencing something a bit outside of his comfort zone.

“Oof, wh- hwurphhbt- what even was... what was that place's name? Gotta be on the wrapper or something, right? I-”

Shuddering, Garth felt a wave of pressure an inexplicable pleasure run through him as he got up and started walking to his door. The trash was by there, the wrapper might be inside. Or so the bunny told himself as he moved. It was a short enough trip even with his belly feeling bizarrely taut as he kept snacking on two bags of chips he'd grabbed and with his ass spreading apart to loose dusty outbursts into the apartment.

What was a bit weird was Garth's hand grabbing the door handle and not checking the garbage like he intended.

“Wait, I was going to... to do the thing with the, the uhm...”

A buzzing, fuzzy sensation in Garth's head took the bunny over and left his train of thought withering entirely as he stood in the hallway only vaguely aware he was nude. Nobody else was around though, so that made it fine. Right? Some part of him seemed to think it was close enough at least. Enough for him to get walking again.

Garth walked right past the elevator and to the door of the stairwell. It was getting through that and starting on the first flight upward that really alerted the bunny to something being wrong.

“W-wait? I was, I had a thing to- why am I here? I- huff- I never take- BWURPHHHBT- s..stairs..”

A roiling gurgle followed that, Garth felt motion inside him. Pressure, too. His belly was always a big sloshing heap given the several hundred pounds of weight the bunny carried but now all of it was swelling tight and stretching him by the moment. Garth couldn't take a step to climb without rubbing his thighs together and he felt like he had a giant balloon attached to his belly. It was making it hard to move, but he couldn't seem to make his limbs stop either.

Not that he was feeling any pain from it, but that was weird too. As Garth climbed up another flight, now only three away from the top, the bunny kept dusting the space below him with more roiling, musty stench and kept getting a bit larger and more awkward. When he reached the door to the roof all he could do was lean into the opening and try to push with his knees as the rest of him was swollen and balloon-like and not of much help.

Garth kept asking himself why he was up there, why he climbed the way he did, though it was hard to concentrate on the whole thing when he finally toppled through the doorway and landed face down on the rooftop. The bunny felt sweaty, sticky even, and found shortly after coming to a rest that he was in fact stuck to the spot he landed on. Growing swiftly rounder by the second, Garth couldn't seem to anything but wait while his body rounded out and kept venting blast after blast of hazy clouds of spores into the sky around him.

It was a couple of minutes later that Garth started wishing he'd brought more snacks up with him. He hoped whenever the spores got to the other people in the apartment one of them would pick up on his vibes and bring him something more to eat.