Vignette: Snack PaTroll

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The obnoxious customer always came to the grocery store in the afternoon. There had been a construction site project down the street for the past several weeks, and with it came a different set of customers stopping by after their shifts were over.

Some of those construction workers were there to bring home groceries for their families, but that wasn't the case for everyone. One particularly hefty loner would browse down the aisles, scratching his ass and belching without a care of who could hear him or see him.

One of the cashiers had to put up with this raucous display on a daily basis. The junkfood aisle was lined directly in front of his lane, which meant, to his annoyance, that the slob would come directly to his lane to check out every single time. The pig would grunt as he pulled out several smelly wrinkled bills from strained-tight pants. Every day, the cashier would ring up a pile of junkfood. Chips, candy bars, pastries and other calorie laden snackfoods littered the conveyor belt.

In a lightly mocking tone, the cashier would sometimes say "Having a party tonight, big buy?" or "You must have a pretty large family," knowing fully well the slob was probably gorging on a pile of junk every night.

The construction bro would just grunt a generic "ungh" in response, taking his change and his several bags of junkfood before ambling out the automatic doors.

One Friday, the cashier saw the fat heifer wearing his trademark overstuffed pants, except this time his engorged belly was in plain display over the waistband. Swollen gut, bloated lovehandles and ass crack bulged outward, like the man was a popped can of dough that had been sitting in the sun for too long.

He slowly ambled through the aisles as per usual, seeking his typical fare, leaning back as he walked, overpumped spare tire lazily bobbing in time with each labored step. Other shoppers gave him a wide berth, or just plain ducked into another aisle to avoid walking past the sloppy and disgusting display.

"This is getting ridiculous," the cashier muttered.

As the big slob thwomped past the cashier's lane on his way to the candy and chips aisle, an errant thought flashed through the cashier's mind. It struck him funny that the man's one-track slobbish mind, combined with his literal grunts when speaking, and his lazy gait...the dude was practically an ogre. No, even better, the guy was a fucking bridge troll.

He snickered, thinking himself clever, not caring if the giant pig heard him or not.

*ggggrrowwlg...guurrrrgle...grrrllgle*

The cashier was snapped out of his reveling when a VERY loud noise interrupted the general quiet.

The construction pig stopped suddenly. The cashier was treated to the side profile of the man, as he placed both plump hands on his stomach, looking down at it with a mixture of confusion and discomfort, dumb lower jaw slightly open.

He stood there dully for a few seconds, before turning suddenly toward the junk food aisle. His pace was a mixture between a powerwalk and a jaunt, ample adipose wobbling and bouncing wildly around his waist.

The cashier's eyebrows were knitted in a frown before shooting up into his hairline. The gross slob grabbed several bags of chips with one meaty paw, quickly ripping them open with his other hand. He proceeded to pour one of the bags into his mouth, chewing loudly before gulping it down.

The cashier was dumbfounded for a few seconds before he found his voice.

“Hey, Fatass! What do you think you’re doing? You can’t–”

The cashier froze, noticing for the first time that something wasn’t right. The slob had already cleared one extra large potato chip bag, and moved to the next. A chill ran up the cashier’s spine as he witnessed the man’s jaw dislocate–no, extend, twice as what was normal. And that wasn’t all: his throat bulged as he skipped chewing altogether. The cashier saw baseball-sized lumps rapidly descending his gullet in quick rhythm.

He quickly demolished his third, then fourth bag of chips, turning away from that side of the aisle to the other. During that time, the cashier had another full frontal look at the man. He was in denial in what he realized. The man had… gotten taller. The changes were subtle, but they were definitely there. Suddenly, the shirt did not cover as much belly as it did before. His gut looked rounder and fuller, like it was an overfilled cream pastry with a much larger belly button. What gave away his height increase wasn’t his abrupt weight gain, however.

It was his torso. While his legs still seemed to be the same length, his upper body and spine seemed to have stretched longer, giving him an unnatural, slightly hunched appearance. Combined with his suddenly more bulbous belly and lovehandles, it only emphasized how much he looked like a long, thick, popped tube of overflowing dough.

His feast was far from over; he immediately threw a half-full bag of chips to the floor while his other hand reached for a handful of full-sized chocolate bars. The cashier’s mouth dropped even further open when the porkish oaf began stuffing them into his mouth without even removing the plastic. His mouth bulged obscenely as he began mashing his much larger mouth, grunting progressively louder as he did so. There was a difference between being a glutton and a human trash compactor, but the cashier never thought it would be used in the literal sense to describe the scene unfolding before him.

As rivulets of chocolate burst from the swollen mass within the man’s mouth and ran down his chin and onto his black shirt, it only made it more apparent that he was still growing. The shirt covered even less of his rotundity, and below his rolls it became increasingly obvious that his normal-length legs were getting thicker and plumper as well. One more thing became obvious as well. The cashier noticed a large bubble of fat develop in the oaf's pants, just underneath the behemoth’s heavy overhang. The cashier suddenly choked when he realized that it wasn’t a bubble, it was his fucking groin!

As the glutton continued to grunt and gorge, the bubble swelled rapidly, as if a large water balloon were stuffed in his pants. It swelled in quick, staccato bursts matching the hedonistic grunts above, the glint of zipper teeth exposed, straining to contain some unknown beast. It seemed there was a race to see what would blow open his pants first, his gut or his bulge. The simple, slide on belt that was tasked with holding his pants up against his old overhang was now creaking loudly against an overpumped exercise ball of mass, quivering, distending and growing ever larger.

It was a simultaneous victory for both. The belt snapped at the same time the zipper blew open, both belly and bulge meeting in the middle to cause the pants button to explode off. It ricocheted against one of the shelves and skipped across the ground, landing inches from the cashier’s feet and snapping him out of his stupor.

“What…is that a…” he whispered. “Oh hell no. Oh no, no, no, no, NO WAY is that…”

A dick and balls. Or at least a caricature of one. No, not a small cartoon of one, quite the opposite. A cock and balls literally blown up to cartoonish proportions.  His scrotum hung heavy and bloated between the blown-open pants, balls the size of cantaloupes stretching the sack ever tighter. Squeezed between the rapidly inflating basketballs and the oppressive blimp gut above was a stubby cock the thickness of a fire extinguisher. It twitched repeatedly, seeming to bloat happily wider within its fleshy prison that was steadily overtaking it.

In addition to the fantastical growth happening before his very eyes, the cashier noticed that the meaty groin had a pallid, yellowish appearance, as if it were dipped in a barrel of watery mustard. As the schlong and balls continued to bloat larger, the discoloration began to travel to the rest of the behemoth's body, as if it were being flooded with tainted testosterone.

Slowly, the hulking slob turned toward the cashier. The slackjawed face reflected the fact that nearly all traces of humanity had left him, lower half of his mouth jutting out further than the top. His torso stretched upward, nearly twice the length of his lower body, which appeared squat in comparison. His swollen, lumpy misshapen belly rested atop his ballooning groin, one fatter belly lobe pouring over the fire hydrant sized cock. Every few seconds, a different part of his body suddenly surged bigger, contributing to his uneven, almost mutated appearance.

The now pale yellow creature's head towered over the height of the shelves, massive head topped with a small mop of messy brown hair. Sometime during the growth his tiny baseball cap slipped off his head, sliding up to the middle of his gigantic melon and looking comically small perched in the middle of it. All other clothing had burst off long ago. His lower jaw bones cracked as it jutted out even more, jowls pendulous below it and cheeks the size of inflated garbage bags to each side.

The man...no, the troll, took step after thundering step toward the cash register, his peanut of a brain telling him that there was something he must do, as if recalling the checkout routine he had done countless times before. Except for one BIG difference, of course.

His lumpy,  still growing gut jiggled obscenely, beginning to brush against the sides of the aisles, rocking them to the point of almost knocking them over. It wobbled dangerously, marked by a footlong slit of a belly button, forced shut on both sides by nearly a ton of cellulite with the dimpled texture of cottage cheese. The only thing keeping it hoisted up was his twitching groin, almost entirely encompassed by a rapidly plumping fatpad. His beanbag-sized ballsack dragged on the floor between his treetrunk thighs, pulsating tighter and tighter with multiplying spunk.

By now, the cashier was all alone in the store, all other workers and visitors having already left. The blood rushing to his ears had blocked out the screams of panic and chaos as people fled out the sliding doors and emergency exits. By the time the troll had extricated itself from the aisles, it towered above the puny cashier. As it plodded over, its gargantuan junk bulldozed the partition away that separated his cashier's lane from the next one, creating more room to use its "favorite" lane.

Slowly, slowly, the gigantic troll turned to face the cashier, causing the trembling young man to come face-to-face with an angry, mustard yellow, mutated troll cock the width of a trashcan. Bulging, round spikes ribbed the bottom of the cock as a smattering of fleshy spikes radiated on the topside, beginning from the tip. The funky odor that radiated from the slobbish troll's junk washed over the cashier, causing him to gag as he backed against the wall of his booth.

The troll peered down at the small human from between lopsided, pendulous breasts, dull recognition in its small eyes. It began to breathe deep, shuddering breaths as its eyes locked onto the cashier's. Then, without warning, the troll groaned, body quaking and blubber jiggling. The mutant mushroom dick poked further out of its cocoon of fatpad lard, suddenly inflating to twice its size, swelling as round as a beachball and then some.

Then it came. Literally.

A torrent of white-hot cum blasted out of the troll's cock, knocking the cashier back against the wall of his booth, as if sprayed by a firehose. The troll's hands were held against its mammoth gut, groaning in deep, guttural tones. By the fourth or fifth stream, the blasts ebbed away in strength. The troll's unfocused eyes were able to see again, as it looked down upon the cashier, plastered to the wall with a small flood of extra viscous troll cum. The cashier was knocked out by the first blast, and would stay unconscious for a few hours at least, due to the odorous fumes of the extra potent cum.

The troll scratched its head, suddenly not sure why it was there. It turned to the front of the store and began its perilous waddle toward the glass front. At the same time, a familiar gurgle could be felt in the depths of the creature's gut and then throughout its body.

Crowds of anxious people who fled the store now waited outside. They weren't close enough to tell what was going on, but eventually they could make out a large yellow shape moving through one of the lanes. Within a minute, the shape began to move toward the glass doors.

Except the yellow didn't stop coming. It encompassed the entirety of the glass doors, as well as several large panes of glass around them. Someone screamed as the glass began to crack and shatter, as a yellow, one-story tall belly poured onto the concrete outside, as it continued to throb bigger and bigger before their very eyes. Somewhere within the store, buried behind all that lard, they heard a horny, inhuman grunting sound.