Zubin’s Voracious Birthday
 
 
Predator: Zubin Sedghi
 
 
Prey: Rob Cantor
 
 
Based off of: Cannibal by Tally Hall, and Zubin’s birthday!
 
 
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Zubin was at his house, hiding in a corner of his room. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, as his face turned a deep shade of red. He was scared. Very scared…of his bandmate, Rob Cantor.
 
 
Zubin and Rob had gotten into a close relationship since the earliest days of the band’s existence. However, over the years,
Rob had become increasingly abusive towards the blue-tied young man.
 
 
Tears dropped onto the soft bed as Zubin wailed and cried. His birthday was today, and it felt like the pain was eating him up.
 
 
Wait.
 
 
Zubin had got an idea, when he thought of the ‘eating up’ part. Maybe, Zubin thought, I can show Rob how I really feel.
 
 
Now intrigued and excited by the revengeful idea, Zubin hopped out of his bed and made his way towards the guest room where Rob resided. He knocked, and Rob answered.
 
 
“What do you want?” Rob asked, annoyed.
 
 
Zubin, now excited, pinned Rob to the wall. Yes, it’s gonna work!
 
 
Before Rob could even physically reply, Zubin had half of his body in his gullet. It was only Rob’s heavy, plump and chubby hips he had left to shove down, and he did just that.
 
 
Rob felt himself slamming into the walls of Zubin’s stomach, forcing a loud and stinky burp out of the young bassist.
 
 
Upon burping, Zubin giggled. “Oops, sorry, Rob~” He teased, not being apologetic in the least.
 
 
Rob began to thrash and kick around in the stretchy flesh, shouting expletives at Zubin like there was no tomorrow. Which, for Rob, it would be.
 
 
Zubin pressed a hand on his belly and squished it tightly, making it tight enough to dislocate a bone or two. A chuckle escaped Zubin’s mouth as he heard a pained scream from the guitarist.
 
 
“Now, I can celebrate my birthday without you.” Zubin smirked. “No one will miss you, Rob.”
 
 
Rob began to sob uncontrollably as the acids burned his skin. They hurt like all Hell, and the pain only got worse by the minute. After a while, Rob was completely gone, and was now fat on Zubin’s body.
 
 
Zubin’s ass had grown considerably larger, and his chest was now a full set of man boobs that stretched his shirt tightly, his nipples showing through the light fabric.
 
 
Zubin chuckled, but turned to see Ross, a main enabler of Rob’s horrible behavior. Ross looked horrified at the fatter Zubin.
 
 
“Z-Zubin…” Ross stuttered quietly. “What the…”
 
 
Zubin smirked. He took out a pen and wrote “Hey Guys, Kill Ross.” on a small note on a torn piece of paper, before turning back to Ross. “Now, the others will never know where you or Rob went…”
 
 
Zubin was just as quick with Ross as he was with Rob. Eat, tease, squish, digest, get fatter. Zubin’s body had grown even more, and he looked somewhat fatter than before.
 
 
A loud chuckle was heard from Zubin, before his belly let out a loud rumble, indicating there was some gas that needed out. Zubin shrugged, feeling like it wouldn’t hurt to do so.
 
 
Zubin quickly bent over and let out a stinky, loud and long fart, his ass wobbling and jiggling as he farted. After a couple of minutes, he raised his head and noticed that he was also a bit taller in height. He was about Rob’s height now, but a tiny bit taller.
 
 
Zubin felt proud of his new body, playing with his nipple a bit. He then went to grab some cake Rob had made for himself instead of Zubin.
 
 
“This is some good cake…but, I’d say you two were better!” Zubin smiled sinisterly, ruffling the fat on his belly, as he began to down the cake.
 
 
Today was truly a good day for Zubin.
 
 
End story.