"Dinner is served!!" Trevor called out in a higher, more screechy voice. The transformation under his feet was quickening in pace just a little, leaving footprints of stone and exposed dirt where there once was carpet. He took the giant, browned rat off the fork and plopped it on the table in front of his parents. "Just reach in there and grab a handful of... stuff. It's tasty."
As usual, the two wonderful role models were cold and sarcastic with him. "I don't know why we let you cook. I woulda been fine just eating microwave ramen."
His mom was easier on him, only a little. "Dear, I know you're a goblin and you can eat meat fresh off a live animal but... we're humans and we have a little more evolved taste than that."
Trevor was just confused what their problem was. "I know. I cooked it! That's what humans do, right? Put meat over a fire?" He scratched his head.
"Other humans have high tech smart stoves. I dunno what you could possibly make in that... medieval torture room over there." His dad gestured to the transformed room that he didn't realized was transformed.
"Just try a little first..." Trevor sighed and grabbed a leg to munch on.
As Trevor ate (alone), the Chronivac's spell worked over the dining room. Slowly at first, starting with his wooden chair, which quickly reverted back into an old tree stump. It spread to the table, making the tablecloth and plates disappear, leaving a flat boulder in the middle of the room with the mean sitting on it raw. Such a sight was even less appetizing to his parents... at least at first. Trevor's mom curiously took a chunk of meat out of the rat and sniffed it, before taking the tiniest bite. She savored the salty flavor, not noticing her shoes' heels break and her hips widen, stretching her skirt to its ripping point. By the time she was ready to stuff a huge handful of meat into her mouth, her breasts had grown so fat that she was forced to rip her blouse open by hand and expose her dark green nipples to the family. "Ahem. Remember your manners at the table, dear", Trevor's dad mumbled. Within five seconds, he was also idly pulling his shirt open, letting loose his hairy green chest.
Trevor largely ignored his parents' sudden urge to wolf down massive portions of meat as all their clothing burst apart at the seams. He found it very strange that they were wearing any in the first place! His dad's tattered underwear finally gave way and his chubby green cock stood at attention. Meanwhile over his chest, the tatters of his button shirt changed shape and solidified into a leather chestplate around his shoulders, with his dagger and his crude stone tools attached to it. Trevor's mother didn't get the dignity of leather armor, instead sitting around the table in the complete nude. Aside from plenty of food stains all over her.
The loud sound of shattered glass startled the both of them. Aside from their dining rock, the very walls around them were now crumbling away to nothing, as well as the furniture in the room collapsing into piles and disappearing. It gave Trevor an odd feeling to stare at it. Like waking up from a dream, the room looked more familiar and more... right in its collapsed state. It was the hip, modern city BEHIND it that confused him. How did he end up in such a flat and uniform place?! He felt a little plaster dust fall on him as the second floor/ceiling began to buckle. Even a simpleton like him can figure out it's bad news to stand under that.