“No! It’s not Pebbles!” Joey pouted, folding his arms.
Leah sighed, shaking her head. Her son was always so stubborn when it came to his cereal.
It was early morning at breakfast. Leah’s husband, Jake, was still sleeping after a long shift the previous night. He was usually better at coaxing their son into trying new food than her, but she decided to take on the challenge in his place.
Joey stubbornly turned from the bowl and looked away.
Leah frowned. “Frosted Flakes are really good! I’m sure you’ll like the taste!” Joey said nothing.
Looks like this may need a stronger approach. Leah took the bowl from the table and spoon, scooping up a bit. “See? Mommy likes Frosted Flakes too!”
She really didn’t like them, but at least thought they were better than most of the extremely sugary cereals that were out there.
She also felt silly doing this. Her son wasn’t a toddler, even if he still occasionally acted like one at times. Her trying it may not mean or seem like much.
Still, she was going to at least try it. She eats a scoop right there and then.
It tasted like she remembered it… though slightly different as well. Something was a bit strange about it she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Was the recipe recently changed?
Still, it was better at least! She swallowed. “See? Daddy likes his Frosted Flakes!” (Voice deeper)
Her son slowly looked back at her, his expression still stubborn but also a little confused.
Leah smiled, flashing sharp, feline fangs. Good! He’s looking at me now! Maybe that’s a sign!
She chuckles deeply, “Mhm! Frosted Flakes are good!” She eats another scoop.
Her slightly chubby body began to expand. However, fat is melting and is being replaced with muscle mass. She’s taller, toner, and fitter with a wider waist and broader shoulders.
She looks back at him with a smile, his expression now confused with head tilting.
Hmm… am I losing him? Maybe I should change it up?
“Frosted Flakes are more than good! They’re grrrreeeat!” She chuckled, eating another scoop.
Tiger ears pop out and a tail. The kid flinches
“Joke too obvious?” She chuckles. “Well, how about this? Frosted Flakes do have all of that sugar you like!”
Eats more and shivers, black stripes appearing all over her body and even face. A layer of white fur sprouted over her chest and stomach even.
“So it all tastes grrrrrrrrrEEAT!” She says that with more enuthasim. It feels so easy and right to say that, even if its a bit embarrassing.
As that word came out, white fur appeared around her mouth and most of her jaws and cheeks. Lips thinner and turn black & gummy, just out of sight mostly due to the fuzz
Her son is still baffled. “Umm… mom? Are you okay?”
Leah chuckles. “Heh, of course I am! Daddy’s okay!”
Maybe she was being a bit too overzealous now, but she couldn’t help it! She looooved Frosted Flakes and wanted his son to enjoy them too!
He takes another bite, shivering and eyes clenching shut. Eyebrows thicken and turn black, his body growing taller and denser, with broad shoulders.
Tail whisks about as his eyes open, revealing bright yellow, feline eyes. “Daddy only wants you to eat right! Frosted Flakes are part of a growing boy’s diet after all!”
“Pluuuuuuus, they smell… nice too!” He leans in and sniffs his bowl of cereal.
His nose inflates into his blue feline tiger snoot.
Hair shakes and shrinks and shrinks, her messy, dull brown locks vanishing into his head and leaving behind orange fur.
“But again, it’s all better eating it! All that sugar, yet good for your body!” He eats another bite.
He grows orange fur all over his body, covering the last of his skin. He even gets a few bits of chest and arm hair, a dark orange, here and there.
“Eating it, you can grow into a mighty tiger, just like your dad!” He chuckles and eats more
He grows fairly buff and tall, with dense arms and legs. His stomach is toned and fit, but there’s just the slight trace of belly fat to it, giving him a touch of softness.
“Well, not literally but still!”
Joey looks at the box of cereal next to him. “Maybe… maybe I do want to try it.”
Leah grinned proudly. Perfect! He’s done it!
Though, better get a fresh bowl.
He finishes off the cereal and fetches another bowl.
Breasts flatten into pecs as hands and feet tremble. They gain claws and pinkish pads, making them distinctly feline.
He comes back with a bowl and pours the cereal in. “Want some milk with-” Joey is already digging in.
Heh! Maybe I sold it too well.
His head fully changes, dome shape, then cheeks, and muzzle.
“Whoa! Slow down there!” Leah’s ears perk up, seeing Jake walk into the room, still in his tank top and boxers, hair a mess. He looks like he just woke up at last.
He pats his son on the shoulder, who does slow down a bit before looking at the large tiger man wearing his wife’s clothes… though they looked more like tight workout clothes than anything now with a red shirt and blue gym shirts.
The husband stares him for a second before smiling and walking over. “Looks like my mighty mighty tiger finally achieved his greatest accomplishment yet!”
The tiger chuckles. “Yeah! I got Joey to finally eat my cereal.”
“Now you can stop bringing home so many boxes from work.” Jake playfully nudged him.
“Not a chance. That stuff is grrrrrrreat!” “Must you keep doing that, Tony?”
“Don’t act like you don’t like it~.” Tony cooed into Jake’s ear. The two chuckled and kissed. Tony was such a lucky tiger to find such a wonderful man like him and have such a sweet, if picky kid.
They broke apart and looked at Joey, who had stopped eating. He was looking at his hands and then his arms. He seemed frustrated.
Tony laughed. “Something wrong, champ?” “It’s… why am I not big?”
“Oh, you have a long way to go before you grow up to be a big boy!” Tony amusedly said, ruffling the kid’s head. “You gotta keep eating right, exercising, and more!”
The kid muttered. “You got to be a big tiger so fast.”
Tony shook his head. His son had such a silly imagination. He didn’t get to be this big overnight after all! It takes hard work to grow and keep being a big tiger like him.
Plus, a bowl or two of his cereal every day certainly didn’t hurt!
