After depositing Todd on the bed, Blake walked back to the kitchen, his insane genitalia bulging obscenely in his too-tight speedos. "I can't believe I'm hungry again," he thought. By now, Blake knew that something was up with the food here, but he was so hungry that he didn't care. He had to eat. He arrived in the kitchen and opened the fridge.
First he devoured a long, thick sausage, savoring its meaty flavor. Then came a steak, eaten cold. Blake enjoyed ripping the steak apart with his powerful hands and perfect teeth, not bothering to use a knife or fork. Next came half a dozen hard-boiled eggs, each eaten in a single gulp (once the shell had been removed, of course.) To wash it all down, he trudged outside, where Todd had left the milk. The milk sat on the table, half a gallon of creamy goodness. Blake gulped down the entire carton, the white liquid running down his strong chin in rivulets. Blake could feel his already large muscles growing, becoming larger and stronger. He was growing taller as well - the milk must have really done his body good, he thought.
Blake crumpled the now-empty milk carton and flung it aside. He rubbed his ever-larger hands over his growing body, feeling the muscles as they hummed and swelled with ever-increasing power. "Fuck yeah..." he breathed, as his proportions outgrew what the average human could achieve.