Food Bandit Party (Draft) (Patreon)

Rick knocked on the door. He and Danny were let in. as they entered the main room, it became obviously evident that several of the procession had already pulled the bandit. Food person here, complete thing of food there and the smell of all of these various foods filled the place. Rick went to the table and grabbed a couple of the drinks for them. The host was a good friend of theirs and a number of the people here, were also friends with both Rick and Danny too. The host's fiance had also invited several of her friends too, some of whom had also pulled the bandit.

After a few introductions, re-introductions, some laughs with their foody friends and jokes about them. Danny felt it was about time he gave the bandit a try.

He pulled the lever and it landed, 24 hours cooked turkey stuffing. Danny felt a little disappointed and turned around to go sit back down beside Rick, even as his skin changed into a motled golden tan of herbs and breadcrumbs.

"Well this sucks... twenty-four hours." Said Danny

Rick looked to Danny and took a sniff, then scrunched up his nose and chuckled afterward. "Oooff! You really smell like herbs and butter too, quite strong!" He then took a swig of his drink.

Danny looked at him. "When you gonna pull it?" 

"A bit later, when everyone else has."

Just then, the bandit sounded up as it had just been pulled again. Rick watched but Danny was busy trying to unlock his phone with no success, the screen wouldn't register his thumb. Rick tapped him on the shoulder, Danny looked at him but Rick just pointed with a finger with his drink hand. Danny followed his gaze to the bandit, where the most beautiful roasted turkey he thought he'd never witness, was stood. A couple other girls were around it and they gave a few glances his way whilst laughing amongst themselves speaking to their turkey'd friend. The turkey shuffled around to face his direction exactly. She'd be able to see, even with no apparent head. Danny's mouth was open a little and he slowly stood up. Rick and the others were smirking, "There's your bird Danny." He said.

At the same time, the turkey and Danny began to aproach each other in the middle of the room. As they came together, Danny's hands automatically came to meet with the wing tips of the turkey, who had also raised them as little as she was able to. Danny seemed to be getting a little shiney. A small droplet ran down the side of his forehead and the smell of butter grew to his smell that mingled with that of the turkey.

"Let's go somewhere else." He managed at last, and guided the turkey towards the hallway door, waddling on her tucked turkey legs. Rick laughed out loud and a few others jeered or cheered them on sarcastically.

Danny and the turkey entered an unoccupied bedroom. It turned around to face him then shuffled backwards until it reached the bed, put it's wings on it and hoisted itself up, then unintentionally rolled onto its back, giving Danny a full on view of its open underside. All the while he'd been watching and slowly undressing himself. He approached her and began to kiss the breast softly and slowly still, working his way down and onto his knees before her.

Things seemed to go back to normal in the main room, relatively speaking, with what was going on at this party, observed Rick. Someone, who'd become a person made of maple syrup, had been acting almost like a lap dog around two other individuals sitting on a couch. One of whom, had become icecreram person, and the other, almost a complete waffle, with little more than their  human legs the last vestage of their humanity. Three others were sat at a table, two of them were still human, but the other had become kind of fruit he didn't recognise because they were still largely human shaped, but they were all eating ramen from a huge bowl. Now that he had the time to look closer he noticed the ramen occasionally moved of it's own volition, and he even saw what he thought was a noodly arm or perhaps a leg. He raised his eyebrows and blew out some steam before taking a much bigger swig of his drink.

Sometime later the turkey waddled back into the main room, seemingly alone. Were it not for the obvious fact that she looked remarkebly more plump than before, waddled with a much wider gait, and left a light trail of stuffing crumbs whenever she walked or moved. Someone aproached her and looked down the neck. They saw a mass of stuffing inside. She was full. They chuckled, "Nice one!" they said, and slapped the turkey on the back.

The day carried on into the night. The waffle  was laying flat on its back with the half melted icecream person curled up on top of it, both seemingly sleeping. Maple syrup person no longer themself and was instead splattered all over the couch and between the waffle and icecream. Unable to contain themself any longer during a particularly long smushing between the other two friends. The ramen was eaten, the fruit was sporting a number of bite marks, and its other two friends were gone, replaced by a huge inanimate celery stick and the other a flopping tempura fish tail.

Being that Rick was now the only human left at the party he finally got up and pulled on the bandit. which read;

The food Bandit choose you to be... Surströmming, 100%, Mystery time length. Glad I'm not you right now!

Rick managed to come up with just one word "Fuck!"