You look through the kitchen and gag, nothing here looks appetizing in the slightest. Your stomach gurgles telling you to eat something but you just can’t bring yourself to eat anything that looks and smells this unappetizing. You try and look for a way out of the kitchen only to realize there are no windows and the door you came through is locked up tight. You hear footsteps as fear takes over, resigning you to the fate of whatever the chef has planned for you to eat.
The intercom buzzes back in and comes to life with the same voice speaking to you. “You still haven’t eaten anything? You must really want whatever I have planned for you. Well, don’t worry child, I seek to please. Step over here where I am.” A lock disengages as you walk towards the sound. This part of the kitchen smells musty, like whoever was back here didn’t know what a shower or deodorant was, left the door open and let water seep in here without cleaning it up. A large, furry shadow emerges and grabs you. You’re surprised at how strong the creature is given how fat it looks. Some lights come on as you see white fur and a rat’s tail. The chef is a possum anthro, and a were-possum at that. The same deep, bestial voice comes from him as he gives you a creepy, toothy smile, “Well hello there skin sack, welcome to the Were-Kitchen. I understand you’re having a little difficultly choosing anything from our menu, so I’ve something special for you.” He takes out a bottle of some viscous green liquid. “Drink up, it’ll help my treat go down easier.” Opening the bottle, it fizzes like soda and gains a layer of froth. Despite all this, it actually smells better than anything else in that kitchen, despite its odd look and properties. You drink it down in small sips first, tasting it. It tastes like a green apple slush, you gulp the rest down quick, surprised that it taste so good. You then look back at the chef and see he has his dick in his hands. “Good! You drank it all! Now, open wide and enjoy your treat.” You want to vomit at the sight and smell of his cheesy dick, it looked disgusting. All you taste is piss, cheese, and sweat as he starts humping your face. But then something changes, it actually starts tasting good? Like a vanilla milkshake or a sugar cookie. You don’t know why it taste so good (must’ve been that green liquid) but you can’t help out greedily clean his smelly dick, sucking it and deep throating it. It doesn’t take long for him to cum as you take in all his seed. It makes you melt because of how good it is. You can barely contain yourself as you start to rub your dick. He pulls out, his dick looking clean, and human? You swore he had a possum dick before but you can’t question how good it felt and how good it tasted. The chef then starts to leave the room, but turns to you and says, “You can go now.” The doors swing open, the lights come on, and the chef vanishes without a trace.
You walk out of the food stand and notice that it is now nighttime. Looking around the empty zoo, you notice a patch of woods nearby. You run as fast as your bloated gut can carry you as you use the shadows and trees for cover. You hear a recorded message blaring as you leave, “Thank you for visiting our Were-Kitchen. Please return to us whenever you're hungry." You scoff at the announcement as you finally make it to the trees. You sit down and nurse your swollen gut, burping a few times as you rub it. You think that solves the problem, but then you start cramping. You double over in pain, what did that chef do to you? You lay out and look at the moonlight as you try to reach out for it, realizing that your nails are growing. “W-w-what!?” You say concerned, grasping at your hand with the long nails, noticing that your other hand is growing to match.