SUBURBAN LEGENDZ: Cultured Dining

 

 

Do-yun Choi was squatting, adjusting his bulge ready to get to work as he watched people pass by the restaurant. He hadn’t walked into this place the stud he was now, but curiosity and all that.
 
Just an average college student trying to make the most out of the one day he could afford to get away from his studies. Not like he had any friends to spend it with. One of the annoying things about going to a small community college in your hometown was no chance to reinvent yourself. The local jocks had destroyed his reputation and others by deeming them as losers. Once you were an outcast in a small town, life was over, but the others were lucky to get away. Do-yun had to stay and deal with the ramifications, even going to school with some of those very same jocks.
 
Like the brunette and blonde terrors, Daniel Gibbons and Greg McFielder. A footballer and wrestler who tag teamed on their bullying growing up. All their dads hung out together doing stuff at golf courses or whatever. Both bulky boys who would sequester Do-yun by brawn alone, trap him in between their bodies, sometimes even crush him, and never in a fun way. On campus these days, they had outgrown the physical violence, and preferred to just talk shit, or shoot Do-yun annoyed looks if they passed by him.
 
Going to eat was more of a treat to himself, in spite of them. Do-yun would bite the bullet and risk passing by those lingering jocks or even their parents, hearing snickers or being eyed at. To put it in laymen’s terms, Do-yun had a sneaking suspicion when it came to him what people really didn’t like was…his ‘culture’.  Yeah, that was the nice way to say it. The town itself was plain and boring. The status quo was king here. Never two prom kings, definitely not prom queens. It didn't matter if the best hometown players were black or brown they were never the captains and certainly not winning MVP when the season was over. Hegemony swallowed everything and forced people to conform and never question it.
 
Do-yun only allowed those reflective thoughts to pass his mind when he walked down the food strip, eyes scanning the typical McDonalds, Burger King, quick runs. Better than thinking about Marine biology. He may have loved it, but he refused to let his major have his free time as well. Besides, the collection of fast-food chains hammered home how samey the town was becoming. Do-yun’s stomach grumbled. He really didn’t want to do another late-night golden arches meal. He needed to actually sit down and get something good in his system. He deserved that much. For some reason he continued walking. Lord knows why. He already knew the chains in town; they had barely changed since he was little. This was the town and would always be the town.
 
The wind blew past his ear, as he heard a jingle. A wind chime. Do-yun turned on his feet, there were no wind chimes on the block. 19 years of his life in the town no freaking way. The old people were allergic to whimsical and fun things.  Turned in a new direction, Do-yun spotted a place he hadn’t seen before. A restaurant nestled into the strip he had walked by. Blink and miss it spot. Do-yun walked up to posters on the windows with food items, but more importantly cheap prices. The lights were on, so he wasted no time stepping in.
 
“Hello?” He walked in not hearing anyone, the place was quiet and spotless. Looked as brand new as it smelt.  He worried if he had walked in on someone forgetting to lock the door. There was no ‘Grand opening’ sign but nothing else could really explain that amazing condition. As for the sudden appearance, the place hadn’t been here last month when Do-yun treated himself to a meal.
 
There was a sign that read: Sit and Order. You will be served. 
 
Do-yun found his feet walking to a booth to sit down, before he even registered it. Then he sat opening up a menu. One page, one item on the menu.
 
Do-yun Choi $28.99
5’7”, black hair, baby face, average to thin body.
This college student offers a fresh taste of a pure love for sea life and ocean exploring alongside his studious nature. A quick appetizer. Food, but make it nerdy!
 
“Huh?” Do-yun read the menu again. That was his name printed there with his physical traits and a description. No matter how long he stared, it didn’t change, he was really seeing it. He looked around wondering if anyone was secretly watching his reaction. Sorta sucked that he had such a stupid description.
 
Standing up he walked to the counter and slammed the menu down “Real funny guys. And I could be more than an appetizer!" He waited for someone to emerge out the back. Nothing but the register, utensils, and pens. Pissed off he reached over and grabbed one writing on the menu. If someone went through the trouble to mess with him, he was going to ruin their prop.
 
So, he rewrote it.
 
Do-yun Choi $48.99
6’3”, black hair, handsome face, beefy built body.
This college student offers a bulky fresh taste of a pure love for sea life and ocean exploring alongside his studious and muscular nature. A full meal. Group meal even. Food, but make it a stud!
 
He laughed to himself, setting the pen down, satisfied. “That’s more like it.” He tucked the pen back into its holder. His written blue scribble on the page glowed as the fresh ink flowed upwards, latching onto the printed text and changing it. Soon Do-yun’s description became the new printed text. Do-yun jolted away seeing the new state of the menu. As he did, a heat thudded his body. He broke out in a sweat. His heart was working like crazy. There was a fierce pump within his body, his chest exploded out of his shirt. Two pecs ripped through his T-shirt just to sit pretty.
 
Over his left pec was a nautical tattoo, fresh ink seared into his skin as blue as the ink he had used on the menu. There was a pop as his knees and back cracked growing upwards. His back broadened shoulders being forced further apart as muscle poured into his frame. There were tears and rips across his jeans as his thighs got massive, entering skull crushing territory. Abs appeared on his body and deleted his flat stomach forever more. There was no one and done, his muscles kept expanding, drinking in power from no discernible source. Do-yun went beyond looking like a fit guy into a new territory. His body wanted to get bigger.
 
One minute his shoes were there the next, they were smashed into the ground, feet popping out of them. Large. Extended. Masculine. Even his socks were ruined. His glutes inflated, pushing against the seat of his pants. As for the front his balls swelled, his own seed beginning an insane production as his cock rudely took up more space.
 
“Ah!” he let out a yelp as a nipple piercing claimed his right areola.
 
The consistency of his face transformed, or rather matured. His eyebrows grew thicker, while his cheeks shredded fat. A face that naturally found its place on the neck thickening to support it   and the new body taking shape. The change was overwhelming to Do-yun firing off all pleasure centers as he passed out. The last thing he heard was his clothes continuing to tear as his body broke free.
 
When Do-yun Choi awoke he was naked. Night was over and a new day had begun. His heavy body pressed to the cold floor. Slowly he stood up, muscles easily supporting him. The clothes his body had shredded were gone, not a trace anywhere. As he got up, his cock didn’t dangle, it flopped about, smacking his thighs with weight. Precum spilt from the tip onto the floor. “Unsanitary,” Do-yun muttered to himself. But as he watched that clear liquid puddle, he noticed the restaurant's floors were different. His gaze shifted. The entire place was different. It had gone from a generic western dining to a more Korean experience.
 
There was a white fundoshi. waiting to be worn: Do-yun’s uniform. The answer was already in his head. Though he wasn’t sure why he found himself slipping them on, making sure his package sat just right to help sell the merchandise. As he did, he perched himself into a squatting position, watching people walk by. He didn’t try to leave. He didn’t have the desire to. The restaurant was his. He belonged there. No time to process that information as the wind chime jingled and two people walked into the store.
 
Familiar voices. Boisterous and loud. Jocks through and through. Daniel Gibbons and Greg McFielder. Both dressed in workout clothes. Daniel’s arms were out, wearing teal tank top biceps showing off. Greg had on a white muscle shirt, but his chest looked ripe, nipples poking through. Their shorts were both black and mid-thigh, showing off the great quality of their thighs and legs.
 
“What’s the deal with this place?” Daniel turned around and Greg smacked his arm, both spotting Do-yun watching them.
 
“Hey, uh, we’d like to eat here?” Greg asked. His typical cocky voice sounded unsure, eyes darting around. The space was devoid of people, save for the three of them. They looked directly at Do-yun bulging in his undergarment and made no note of it. Do-yun cautiously nodded to a table with menus’.  The two young men sat down.
 
A sobering reality to have his personal antagonists step through the door. Do-yun stood up. He became hyper-aware of his near nudity. Logically, his heart should have been pounding for multiple reasons, but he was entirely calm. Ass swaying, he walked over to them, crotch eye level with their faces.
 
“What will you two be having?” Do-yun asked, hands behind his back posture straight.
 
“Is this a joke, there’s only one thing on the menu?” Daniel flipped the book over searching for more pages. “What kind of cheap ass place is this?”
 
“I assure you, that’s correct.” Do-yun stated. “We only offer one thing, but you're sure to enjoy it.”
 
Daniel rolled his eyes closing the book, “You seem pretty confident.”’
 
“Oh, come on man, I’ve never had Do-yun Choi either, but it sounds pretty good.  Say a group meal. We could split it!” Greg petitioned his buddy.
 
Do-yun peered over and the only thing written down in the menu book was his stolen description. If the place was his now, what exactly was he expected to make?
“Ugh! Fine.” Daniel sighed.
 
Greg pumped his fist, “We’ll have Do-yun Choi then!”
 
“A fine choice.”  Do-yun bowed.
 
“It was the only choice,” Daniel sniped.
 
Ignoring him, Do-yun put the menus away, then as if second nature, climbed up onto the table in front of Greg, his side to Daniel.
 
“Enjoy your meal.”  Do-yun said.

The two jocks stared dumbly at what had been ‘served’ in front of them.
 
“The hell is—
 
Daniel’s words were cut off by the sound of Greg standing up to nurse on one of Do-yun’s pert nipples. The compass tattoo moved under order of the pec’s gyrations. Greg pushed his face in deeper, nuzzling both bodacious man-tiddies. He popped his head out, “You got to try some of this man.” Then he was back on a nipple suckling, hand fiddling with Do-yun’s piercing. 
 
Do-yun and Daniel exchanged looks. Do-yun extended his hand. Daniel grabbed it and struggled bringing it closer to him. His eyes seemed frightened, but his mouth was wanting, a strand of drool escaping. Do-yun watched the jock’s willpower collapse in real time, as Daniel shoved Do-yun’s thick index finger into his mouth, moaning, body shaking in pleasure. Kisses and licks over his arm across his torso. Greg was lapping up the pecs watching them jiggle back into place. Daniel’s kisses, morphed into full out make out with Do-yun’s biceps and forearms. The two were going to Do-yun like he was their favorite ice cream flavor.
 
Do-yun had one thought: This was just foreplay. Despite that, neither jock had his realization. Daniel licked and traced a protruding vein up Do-yun’s neck. Greg couldn’t peel himself from Do-yun’s chest, humping the table as Do-yun cradled the back of his head, teasing the blond’s hair. 
 
“Taste so fucking good!” Greg whined, backing up face cover in slobber
 
“Yeah, where fuck has this place been all my life?” Daneil stopped kissing, chest moving heavily attempting to catch its breath. They put Do-yun on all fours on top of the table, as Greg crawled under him in a 69 position. Daniel slapped both of Do-yun’s cheeks, testing its firmness before leaning in and kissing each. He pulled the thin undergarment strand aside, exposing Do-yun’s pretty hole. Then he dove in, eating Do-yun’s ass, tongue diving deep, Fat cheeks smothering his face’s cheeks. Meanwhile, Greg fished out Do-yun’s cock, letting it snap out of the pouch and slip right into his mouth. He had an insane neck game, born out of pure eagerness. 
 
A wave of pleasure washed over Do-yun as he was assaulted from the front and back. Never in his life would he have believed those straight guys could go so hard sexually on another dude's body. There was no faking it or hesitation. They were going for gold. Greg’s boner was a big fucking indicator for their enthusiasm. Ecstatic himself, Do-yun retrieved Greg’s eager cock and plopped it in his mouth.
 
“MMffhpphh.” Greg moaned, legs shaking unable to speak with the sausage clogging his throat.
 
“What was—Mmffhpph!” Daniel’s face was shoved back into Do-yun’s ass by a massive hand and held there. Do-yun thrusted his hips deeper down in Greg’s throat.
 
“Don’t talk with your mouths full at a restaurant, boys.” Do-yun corrected. 
 
The ass eating and cock sucking lasted for a while. Daniel started to sneak his lips down to Do-yun’s bloated balls and kissing and sucking them, his face near Greg’s. At one point, Do-yun felt his cock miss a throat but brush against Greg’s face nuzzling his crotch. Greg’s cock twitched in Do-yun’s throat as fresh jock cum spewed forth, before being swallowed down. Do-yun sucked it all out, feeling each slurp make the tingle in his own balls get even stronger. Luckily, he wouldn’t be without a throat as Greg got full deep throat and Do-yun unloaded right into it. Took Do-yun longer to drain his balls into the jock. As he did Greg’s abs extended out ever so slightly, taking on a pudgier quality. 
 
Once it was over Do-yun pulled his cock up and Greg stumbled off the table into a chair. 
 
“I’m fucking stuffed.” Greg rubbed his gurgling gut.
 
 Daniel pulled his head out of  Do-yun's ass, “I could actually go for dessert!”
 
Do-yun smirked, patting his lap and Daniel understood right away. The jock flicked off his pants and underwear climbing into Do-yun’s lap. A wiser person may have asked how had a virgin’s oversized cock breached a jock’s untouched hole so easily? Well, a wiser person wasn’t there, and it happened with no fanfare. Do-yun simply positioned himself and thrusted in. Daniel opened up immediately, ass gripping Do-yun’s dick. Greg sat in his chair watching as his best friend got fucked in front of him. 
 
“This is sex? We’re like fucking right now, right? I’m not going crazy?” Do-yun asked, body pummeling into his partner. His body was doing things and making itself available in a way Do-yun didn’t even know where possible. Daniel asked for dessert and got a dick up his ass. How did that correlate?
 
“Yeah, best dessert ever man!” Daniel shouted. It didn't engage with Do-yun’s question at all. The footballer’s cock slapped against Do-yun’s abs, battering them. A strong hip thrust and Do-yun flooded Daniel’s gut. Daniel’s cock fired the moment he felt the warmth enter him, blasting long ropes over him and his host. By the time he got up, assisted by Do-yun, Daniel also sported a little food pouch. “Fuck, that tasted so good!”
 
Do-yun got up caked in cum, completely naked, looking over his satisfied customers. Their stomachs were loud with the digestion process but Do-yun wasn't even sure why. They hadn’t actually eaten anything. Putting his undergarments back on, he watched as their stomachs shrank pulling back into abs, even larger than before. Their chests pushed forward, arms out. Even the cushion of their asses inflated. The real shock however was the black that erupted from their hair. All traces of brown and yellow vanished. Thicker eyebrows. Plumper lips. Suddenly, they looked a whole less like themselves and more like…Do-yun. 
 
“Fuckin hell that was great!” Daniel stood up and gave Do-yun a celebratory handshake. Still naked from below he pulled Do-yun into a hug, his own cum seeping into his shrunken tank top.
 
“We gotta come back here again!” Greg gently pushed Daniel away so he could lap up his best friend’s cum off Do-yun’s giant milkers. The wrestler took his sweet time, and no one was in a rush to remove him.  By the time they left they were raving how they were going to tell everyone, even their dads.
 
Do-yun took a long sigh of relief once they were gone. He had just had sex with his childhood bullies and enjoyed it. Those two had a hankering for cock that even Do-yun couldn't compete with them. And the way Greg came when Daniel kissed him? What was going on there? Alone again, he looked around the restaurant, realizing he had been made the owner and all he served was himself. Definitely, a strange place. He could have left and never looked back. Maybe Do-yun should have left. But in all honesty, he was looking forward to when they'd bring more of their jock friends along.
 
No one asked why there was a sudden explosive growth of the Asian population in their county. Do-yun Choi’s signature dish was lauded by word of mouth as a cultural touch stone needed to bring some diversity of flavor back into a stagnant town. 
 
Even the men at the country club couldn’t resist to call in a reservation, determined to appraise the place. Do-yun would listen, cock already stretching, thinking about how to best feed the fathers of the jocks who bullied him. The men who hadn’t done a damn thing to stop it. They needed the splash of cultural taste more than anyone. 
 
They’d come in, wandering about, appraising the place, and unexpectedly find their meal ready and waiting.  Do-yun couldn’t wait to share dessert with them.