I'd appreciate sincere, serious advice/ideas/suggestions. I will listen to them all. I won't implement them all, but I will listen.
Horribly unfinished, I'm still trying to coax the full saga out of my head as I go.
If you're really curious where it comes from, note me.
Here you go.
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Music pulsed through the hallway of the apartment complex, people passing to and fro from one room to another, interspersing the brief beats of silence with laughter and conversation, small knots forming up and dissolving. The dance seemed to swirl around Kevin, who looked around disinterestedly at the chattering swarms. The bulky athlete ducked into the kitchen for a moment's respite, the conversation ceding ground to the music through the open doorway into the dining area, leaving him the illusion of isolation, at least for a moment. With a sigh, he stared out the window, glancing down at the parking lot and drumming fingers on his thigh. After a few moments' hesitation, he stepped out of the kitchen, pivoting through the dining room and past an animated conversation into the main hallway again, glancing over as a bedroom door opened. Then he stopped.
Kevin knew exactly who it was, they had met before on the job. Yet somehow this man who stood before him seemed a stranger, despite sharing the same name and face as the withdrawn loner who typically brooded in the passenger seat of the cruiser. Dark hair slicked back and gleaming in the light, unfettered by his uniform cap; unearthly red eyes that seemed to glow with an inner light; a black leather vest framing his chiseled torso and muscled arms; tonight William stepped straight out of Kevin's fantasies and right in front of him with a friendly smile - a smile that faded into a quizzical expression as Kevin found himself staring openly, tearing his gaze away toward the floor with a nervous cough. "Uh, hey, Will..." he mumbled, then winced, clearing his throat. "I didn't see you when I got in."
William stepped over and shrugged, waving a hand with a dismissive snort. "I was taking a little nap, I guess I overslept my alarm. How are you?" He offered a hand to Kevin, who took it with a fumbling grasp, the dark-skinned cop giving it a firm shake.
"All right, just, y'know, mingling, and stuff." Kevin gave a brittle smile coupled with a quick, high-pitched noise that was seemingly intended to mimic laughter. "Getting to know who's here and, um, all that."
William's smile quirked into a one-sided smirk. "Great fun, huh? All, what, five minutes of it?"
"Hey, I wasn't saying it's a bad party," Kevin protested.
"I wouldn't take any offense - if it's all Matty's friends, then it's going to be a real snooze-fest. Nothing but books and movies with them." William shrugged, shoving his hands in his trouser pockets. "And pop music." His face scrunched into a disgusted expression, snapping Kevin out of his reverie again.
"Oh, heh, yeah, can't stand that crap either." Kevin cleared his throat, rubbing an arm a moment, William looking over into the dining room. "Well, maybe we could, y'know, skip out. The pier's not far, and it's a full moon." He offered a smile to William. "Race you there?"
William regarded Kevin with an arched eyebrow. "Challenge accepted. I'll even give you ten seconds head start."
Kevin laughed, slapping his knee. "I should be giving you a head start!"
"Well, fine. Loser buys drinks at Weylon's, sound fair?"
"Deal!"
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With a perfunctory chime, the elevator door opened, spilling its amorous contents out into the hallway with an unceremonious thump. Laughing, Kevin tried to disentangle himself from William, drawing a smirk from the dark-skinned man. His hand came down in search of leverage, and instead met Kevin's stomach, pressing on something hard beneath the athlete's vest and prompting a grunt and a swat as Kevin pushed William away and rolled onto his side, clutching his middle and gagging.
William's eyes widened a moment before being replaced by a more neutral expression. The cop stood slowly, looking down at his partner. "Overindulged again?" Kevin coughed, covering his mouth and attempted to curl up. With a sigh, William squatted down to help his partner up to his feet, the younger man's hands clutching at his stomach with a groan. "I told you to stop."
"Buzzkill," Kevin retorted, elbowing William once he was more or less steady on his feet and staggering off to the apartment door. The older man gave Kevin's back a harsh glare before following.
"You're going straight to bed, all right?" he snapped, closing the door behind the pair as Kevin slid into the bathroom and slammed that door shut in his face. Cursing under his breath, the cop shook his head, making his way into the kitchen to collect his temper. "Not yet. Soon. But not yet."
Inside the bathroom, Kevin had pulled off the sleeveless vest and peeled the soaking black undershirt off, exposing his torso to the soft light of the ceiling fixture - and laying bare to the floor mirror the curve of his abdomen, swelling out just above his navel to reach a peak midway to his pelvis before curving back into what he had always taken for granted as his "normal" shape, the waistband of his jeans digging into his skin.
A hand gingerly probed at that bulge, sending another wave of nausea through him, his knees shaking. A few moments of clumsy fumbling later, and he had unbuttoned the restricting garment, pulling it past his knees with a relieved sigh, the stubborn bulge leaping outward from its confinement to what seemed to the athlete an unwelcome new size, even as the more analytical part of his mind chided him for forgetting how big he'd been before changing for the club. Without those trousers pressing in, the nausea began to abate, replaced bit by bit with the gnawing hunger that had been troubling him for weeks now. "Why won't you go away?" he whispered to this unwanted addition, a hand pressing against it and feeling hard muscle underneath, trying to trace out the faded, nearly gone evidence of his once chiseled abs. A knock on the door snapped him out of his trance. "I'll be done in a minute, all right!" Kevin yelled, trying to haul his pants back up.
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Moonlight cast wild shadows in the apartment, the sound of distant nightlife filtering up from below and a party from above, providing a comforting illusion of normality inside the darkened space. Kevin blinked awake slowly, his breaths shallow and quick as he looked down. The sight made him whimper softly.
What had once been a trim washboard rippling with muscle was now an impossibly distended quivering orb of flesh, topped by a navel that had been stretched back into non-existence. He moaned at the sensation of movement from within, ripples and bumps forming on the surface as his hand tentatively brushed the drum-tight globe, his breath hissing.
Footsteps approached the door. "William..." he whispered, looking both hopefully and fearfully at the door as the lock clicked open. Into the studio strode a black-skinned man whose body rippled with muscle under his tight police uniform, his eyes glowing red and providing enough illumination to brighten that cruelly handsome face, the smirk on his lips widening as he beheld his helpless partner.
