finally did some digital art!! ;) i always draw apritello so i drew something diffrent for a change plus i love drawing people eating also shoutout to @inkyturtle who inspired me to give thembeaks cause they look so cute on her arts ^w^
You immediately knew something was wrong when you walked into the lair for lunch and none of the guys are to be seen. It’s daytime, so it’s not like they’re up top. But you also brought pizza, and Mikey would have sniffed it out the moment you got within a hundred feet of the Lair.
A faint tapping sound resonates from just past the kitchen, and you frown a bit. You walk towards the kitchen and set the five pizza boxes down on the counter before continuing your search. The tapping noise leads you to a room just down the tunnel from the kitchen, and your eyes widen when you realize just what room it is.
You sigh and push open the door, stepping into Splinter’s form of timeout. Mikey is balanced tentatively on top of the unicycle, knitting a neon orange sweater. Raph is balancing on a board while bouncing a ping pong ball back and forth to himself (which explains the tapping sound). Leo is next to him doing a handstand on a chair, and finally, Donatello is in the splits on two cinder blocks, balancing eggs on chop sticks.
“What did you guys do now?” you ask, exasperated.
”(y/n)!” Mikey yells, looking over his shoulder at you with a grin. He holds up the sweater for you. “This is for you, babe!”
Just as the other three Hamato’s all chorus “Shut up, Mikey!”, a tail shoots out and hits Mikey’s unicycle. The youngest turtle gasps as he shoots forward, and barely regains his balance in time to remain upright. You look over at Splinter, who lounges in a lawn chair in the corner, a glass of what seems to be lemonade clutched in his paw.
The rat smiles at you gently. “Good afternoon, Ms. Pelini.”
“Hello, Splinter.” You smile and walk over to him. You cross your arms and regard the guys. “So…the Hashi, huh? They haven’t been here in months.”
Splinter chuckles. “Yes, well, they are still boys, no matter how much they act like they aren’t.”
Raph groans and Donnie yells, “Come on, Master Splinter!” Splinter gives him a pointed look, and the genius clams his mouth shut, looking away from his father and attempting to seem innocent.
"How long will they be in here?”
"They’ve been here for four hours, and they will stay here until one of them decides to confess.”
You nod, ignoring all of the guys’ faces, which plead for help. Unfortunately for them, you can’t do anything when it comes to Master Splinter. You respect him too much, and…well, you want to stay on his good side. “Alright.” You push yourself off of the wall. “I’ll be in the main room watching TV. You guys have fun in here.”
You walk towards the door with the guys chorusing “No’s” and pleas for help behind you, and you smirk. You turn around once you get to the door. “Oh!” You feign innocence. “And when you guys are done…I brought pizza.” You grin at their protests and Splinter’s gleeful laugh and shut the door behind you
Finally, it was done. 8 years of research, months of preparation, and a menagerie of deceased mice, but at last he held in his hand the formula that he had sought for most of his adult life. Dr. Walker felt an incredible excitement building within him as he inspected the tiny vial. He was so close to realizing his dream that he could almost taste it, taking all his willpower to stop himself from downing the vial’s contents right then and there. No, mad scientist he may be, however he was not so mad as to administer a still as of yet unproven cocktail to himself without any kind of human testing.
Unfortunately for him, this formula was being done off the books, without any knowledge of the university, so he couldn’t just announce his findings to the world and start human trials. Jon also knew he couldn’t simply spike someone’s drink with the formula to observe the results. If it proved toxic he’d have to hide a body, a subject he had skipped in his mad scientist studies and had no idea how to handle. If it proved effective, the unwitting dupe would likely be largely upset at the outcome, and he wasn’t so sure he would be able to remove all evidence that would lead back to him anyway. He would have to find a guinea pig that was as enthused about his results as he was, but also willing to sacrifice some safety to achieve his goal.
Fortunately, the internet was a vast place, and home to many, many diverse interests.
Mikey was sauntering home after morning classes. The fall leaves were just beginning to turn red and brown, and he was already feeling slightly overwhelmed as assignments piled up at the beginning of his sophomore year. Things like cooking and eating healthy had long since gone out the window, as the freshly punched notches on his belt could attest. However, Mikey wasn’t exactly distressed at these developments, and he made his way back to his dorm already salivating at the thought of a frozen pizza lunch. Maybe even two pizzas, he thought, giving his small belly a pat.
Finally reaching his dorm, he kicked off his shoes, gave a courteous hello to his dorm-mates, dropped off his pack in his room, then made his way to the shared kitchen to pop the tops on two frozen pizzas. Safely set to bake for 20 minutes, he made his way back to his room to sit down, check his email, and surf the usual sites. Homework could wait until after lunch.
He’d always loved food. He’d always loved eating, but more than that, Mikey wanted to grow, to become huge, the biggest he could ever be. Growing up in a very health-conscious household had meant there’d never really been the opportunity to truly pig out. Now that Mikey had left the nest, he was going to make the most of his new-found freedom and eat whenever and whatever he wanted, and finally realize his dream of becoming bigger. He’d already gained the freshman 15 and then some, and was well on his way to packing away the sophomore thirty. A few more weeks and he’d have to buy bigger pants.
Still, progress was too slow for his liking; he wanted to get big, now. Luckily the internet was a big place, filled with many diverse interest. After checking his email, Mikey logged into Gnosher to check his messages there. Mikey had stumbled across the gainer community some years ago, and was surprised to find out there were a lot of people that actually shared his desires. Gnosher was just one such site where people could congregate, share tips, and just generally encourage one another to grow as big as they wanted. Mikey was in touch with several inspiring individuals, and he scrolled through a few messages congratulating him on nearly outgrowing his belt.
The message that caught his eye today was something he’d never received before. There was the usual congratulations for his steady gains, but after that was the question, “How would you like to get much much bigger, much much faster?” It sounded like he was going to be given a pitch for some sort of new weight gain protein mix, something that Mikey had so far avoided on a university budget, but he was intrigued enough to at least reply back asking for the details. Already putting it out of his mind and finishing up his online perusal, he made his way back to the kitchen to begin scarfing his now cooked pizzas.
Upon re-entering his room, Mikey was surprised to see on his still open Gnosher page that he’d already gotten a reply. Curiosity won out over hunger, and he clicked the message open to read it. It turned out the writer was a local, working at the university, and he’d been working on a weight gain formula that was now ready for human testing. After reading Mikey’s profile, he thought he’d be eager to take part in trials, and was wondering if he’d like to sign up. It all seemed too good to be true, and Mikey felt a healthy dose of skepticism, but once again curiosity won out and Mikey replied with positive enthusiasm. Again, a few short minutes later, he was provided instructions to come to professor Jon Walker’s lab this afternoon and he’d be given further instructions.
Bewildered, but excited, Mikey quickly ate his pizzas, stowed his homework for later this evening, and made his way to the Biotechnology building where professor Walker’s lab was.
Now he wondered if he truly was mad. Test the formula here? Now? And with a student here at the university? What if something went wrong? What if the boy screamed and went to the authorities? Or worse, what if it killed him? How would he drag a body out of this office, in the middle of the afternoon? The more the professor fraught and fretted the more insane he thought his plan to be. How could he let his own ego get the better of him to do something so reckless?
Professor Walker sighed, and slumped back behind his desk, the image of a young sophomore still displayed on his screen. Brown hair, blue eyes, boyish looks, and a budding belly; who was he kidding? It wasn’t just his ego that made him message this boy. A life devoted to science had left the professor desperately lonely, and he had jumped at the chance of not only fulfilling his life’s work, but also actually meeting someone with the same desires as his own. He sighed again at his own folly, but at the same time there was the building fire of anticipation. What if it all worked?
The voice was quiet, coming from the other end of the lab adjoining his office. Steeling himself, he put on his best professor face, and walked out the door to greet his subject.
“Professor?” Mikey called out, wondering if the professor may still be on lunch, but after a few moments he heard a bustling from the small office next to the lab, and then a small, bespectacled, middle-aged man walked out to greet him.
“Ah, Michael, so good you could make it,” he said warmly, extending his hand in greeting.
Mikey took the hand and shook. “Thank you for contacting me. I was surprised that this was something the university even studied.”
“Indeed, the biotechnology laboratory has many concurrent studies being done.”
“I’m in computer sciences, so I had no idea. I’d have certainly signed up if this was a posted study! So, do I have to sign anything?”
The professor paused and them seemed to stammer nervously. “Ah, yes, well, this is something of a personal passion of mine. Off the school’s records, so to speak.”
Mikey raised a skeptical eyebrow. “So… what is it? Some sort of new protein powder?”
“No no no, nothing of the sort. What I have created is a chemical formula able to completely alter the subjects fundamental genetics in such a way that it’s almost like they’re a new person.”
“That sounds… a little dangerous? Look, I’d like to fill out, not become a totally different person.” Mikey said, taking a caution half-step back.
“Oh dear, I’m terribly sorry, I misspoke. The formula doesn’t change everything, like your hair or eye colour, but actually targets and edits some very specific genes. You’ve heard of course of certain ethnicities being more prone to weight gain and obesity?”
“You mean like, Samoans?” Mikey offered, still skeptical.
“Yes, precisely, very good! Polynesian men simply have higher percentage of adipose tissue than the general population. What my formula does is take those specific genome sequences and edits them into the host, essentially changing their heritage slightly, but without changing anything else like skin or hair colour.” Mikey was about to reply, but the professor exuberantly continued, “But that’s just one example of what the formula does; obesity is a much more complex syndrome than any one gene. There is also the hereditary genetics passed from parents and especially the mother, there is epigenetics when a child is overweight and carries that weight into puberty and then adulthood - all these things are contained and subtly changed in this formula. It’s truly a marvel, if I do say so myself!” Concluded the professor, clearly proud of himself.
“But you haven’t tested it on people yet.” Mikey added flatly.
The professor seemed to shrink bank in on himself. “Well, no, not as of yet, that’s why you’re here of course. However, studies on laboratory animals have been very promising.”
“Like, how promising?”
“98% of subjects have doubled their initial mass after ingestion.”
“And the other 2%?”
“Um, well most of the rest were simply ineffective, and a statistically insignificant percentage suffered mild cardiac events.”
Mikey’s eyes narrowed. “How insignificant?”
“It was one. Out of hundreds of subjects,” the professor grumped. “I have a defibrillator in my office. I promise you this will be perfectly safe.”
Mikey crossed his arms, but a coy smile crept into his face. “Doubled their mass, huh?”
The professor nodded. “Yes, that’s what my studies showed.”
“Alright then, how do we do this?”
The professor visibly relaxed, and then beamed enthusiasm once more. “Splendid! Well, first, we’ll take a measurement so we have a baseline comparison of course. Take off your shoes and jacket and follow me.” Professor Walker then made his way back to his office, and Mikey quickly kicked off his shoes and jacket and followed him in. “Please close the door behind you, would you?” Mikey did, and then lay his shoes and jacket on the floor near the door.
Once inside the professor moved to a physician’s scale and motioned for Mikey to get on. “Now please remove your effects and we’ll weigh you in.” This brought Mikey up short, but he brought his shirt over his head, undid his belt and slid out of his jeans, and lay the pile of clothes near the door with his shoes and jacket. The professor coughed slightly and waved a hand at Mikey’s groin, “and your boxers I’m afraid.”
Wringing his hands, professor Walker replied, “well, you could keep them on, but it will likely become very uncomfortable quite soon.”
This made Mikey’s eyes widen, but he obeyed and woodenly removed his boxers, standing there naked, hands over his groin. The display of modesty made professor Walker chuckle. “Now now, don’t feel embarrassed. I am a doctor, after all.”
“Oh yeah? What’s your doctorate in?” Mikey shot back.
The professor shrugged. “Molecular biology, but I’d like to think I’d bring the same level of professionalism and courtesy as an MD.”
Mikey snarked, but removed his hands and made his way to get on the scale. The professor wasn’t sure what the young man had to be ashamed of; the boy was more than adequately hung. Impressively hung, even.
Moving behind Mikey, Dr. Walker moved the scale’s weights back and forth, slowly zeroing in on the young man’s weight, while surreptitiously sneaking glances at his subject’s form. An average frame, but possessing a certain softness and a rounded middle suggesting the boy had been skipping the gym and snacking a little too much during late-night study sessions. This, along with his shyness, made him absolutely adorable. It almost made the professor regret the circumstances by which he’d found the boy naked in his office. Almost.
“About 220 pounds, or thereabouts,” the professor announced, and then marked it down on a paper on his desk. Then, he reached into a drawer in his desk, retrieved a small vial of blue liquid and grandly announced, “Now for the fun part, as they say!”
Mikey gulped. He was really doing this. If this worked, he’d put every other gainer on Gnosher to shame. If it didn’t, well, it probably wouldn’t kill him. Hopefully. “Do I just drink it?”
“Indeed, my boy, indeed,” he said handing the vial over to the young man.
Mikey sighed, “Well, here goes,” and drank the vial in one gulp. He stood there for a few moments, not sure what he was expecting to feel, before finally asking, “so how long does this stuff take?”
“Well, in mice it was metabolized in approximately 5 minutes or so. There’s no rushing science,” the professor added, waggling his finger for scholarly emphasis.
Mikey was beginning to wonder if the professor put on this much of a show during his classes, when he started to feel a wave of warmth build up inside, before gently crashing over him, only to do it again moments later. “Uh, professor? I feel something.”
“Yes? How do you feel? Describe the sensation.”
“Uh, warm? Like I have a fever, only it’s in my stomach. And something- urgh!” Mikey doubled over, clutching his stomach in pain, but while he did he found there was more stomach to clutch, and after a moment there was more still. His belly was rounding out more and more, the flesh expanding beneath his fingers like an inflating ball.
“Michael, are you alright?” Dr. Walker sounded genuinely alarmed and took a step forward, however Mikey waved him off and slowly righted himself. As he did he took a slight stumbling step backwards, causing the newly formed flesh of his belly to jiggle slightly. The completely alien sensation of a part of him moving well after he had stopped made his eyes widen in astonishment.
“Oh man, this is happening! I’m getting bigger!” Mikey exclaimed, ecstatic, all pain forgotten as he grabbed his belly to bounce and jiggle it in his hands. In moments it was large enough to have a fold over his waist, and he could lift and drop it with a faint slap of flesh meeting flesh. Then, another wave of heat, this time diffuse and all-encompassing, but without any pain at all. Mikey let it wash over him in rapt anticipation.
For his part, Dr. Walker was even more ecstatic than Mikey was. It was working! This boy was blimping up before his very eyes! First in the gut, but he could see the rest of him was slowly catching up. His previously flat chest was budding into a pair of perky man tits, tiny areolas stretching wider as his new mammaries inflated with soft flesh. His entire chest now began to rise outwards like inflating dough, the skin softening with adipose as it accumulated beneath it. The softness then spread to his shoulders, down his arms, then up his neck and face, all of it becoming noticeably thicker with growth. In moments the boy had a double chin, round moon cheeks, and a fold of flesh at the back of his neck just where his short brown hair tapered off.
Soon It seemed as though his body was reaching capacity as folds and creases were appearing beneath his chest, arms and arm-pits, the billowing fat unable to be contained beneath the skin. It was then that the growth changed tack, now causing his frame to visibly broaden. Dr. Walker could almost hear the creak of bones as his hips, shoulders and torso enlarged and expanded, making him wide, heavy-set, and barrel chested. The folds of flesh disappeared momentarily as the fat spread out to cover the enlarging canvas, but soon reappeared as the expansion of his skeleton slowed, only now much further apart. With wider hips, Mikey was forced to shuffle his feet and widen his stance, thicker feet now splayed diagonally in order to balance the heavier load.
Mikey could not have been happier feeling each new curve and roll, each new bounce and jiggle as his frame packed on more and more and more. He rubbed his hands over his torso over and over, each time the sensation bringing something new, and becoming intensely erotic. He could tell between his much wider set thighs and beneath his protruding middle he was becoming aroused in front of an audience, but he was too turned on to care. He was getting everything he’d ever wanted all at once, and he was more than happy to ignore a spectator and simply enjoy each new sensation as he grew.
As incredibly erotic as the whole scene was for Mikey, it was even more so for Dr. Walker. The adorable young man was becoming the hunk of his dreams right in front of him, and it was becoming increasingly obvious as the well hung cock began to stiffen and rise to it’s full length, almost slapping the belly hanging above it. It really was impressive, and the sight of this hulking tank blissfully rubbing his chest and belly while his huge cock bounced beneath was more than enough to get the good professor hard as steel in his slacks.
“Oh god, this feels sooo goood,” Mikey moaned, hands never leaving his torso, and the professor could see a drop of pre began to form at the tip of his now turgid member. Doctor Walker was working up the nerve to reach out and touch the leaking organ, when he noticed Mikey’s growth was now redirecting south, his legs, ass and feet puffing up and filling out. Within moments each of his thunder thighs were the size of a normal man’s waist, but unlike the billowy flab of his torso each lower limb was a near solid ham as Mikey’s musculature became better able to handle the heavy burden he’d be carrying from now on. The only exception to this seemed to be his glutes, which not only blew up to this size of two basketballs but also retained a certain wobbliness, the massive globes fighting for space on Mikey’s backside.
Another moan brought the professor’s attention back to the young man’s groin. As each thigh grew thicker they began to press together, leaving less and less space for Mikey’s nuts. Each ball was now stretching the scrotum so thin the veins were clearly visible, and the professor was concerned if he didn’t do something the skin might tear. However, his concerns were expunged as just like the rest of his skin it stretched and grew, letting each teste rest lower and lower until they dangled halfway to his knees. It was then the professor noticed each teste not only sagged lower in a far more loose and dangly scrotum, but seemed larger than before, having gone from quail eggs to those of large chickens. This was certainly not something he had programmed into the formula, however he wasn’t complaining.
Fat began to accumulate in the boy’s groin, swallowing up more and more of the leaking spire, making it appear inches shorter than when he had walked into the office earlier. Yet as the professor leaned in to better observe the changes, he noticed he’d been wrong. Not only had the fat of the man’s pubis swallowed much of his length, his cock had indeed lost a fair bit of circumference, seeming much less massive than before. In moments the young man’s member was much more modest in size, and with the rest of him having grown so large it seemed seemed almost small. Mikey’s burgeoning middle prevented him from seeing this new development, and judging by the blissed out expression still painted all over his face he didn’t seem to notice, or care, about his loss in manhood. The professor hoped the expansion of the boy’s testicles would make up for it.
The complete alteration in frame, shape and the arrangement of fat on the body was all expected and shown in previous testing on laboratory mice, but the changes in his genitalia were never something the professor investigated in his previous trials. With these unexpected developments, the professor began to look out for other unintended side effects of the formula. Stepping back, he took stock of the much larger man Mikey was becoming. He was easily over 350 pounds, and while the growth of his skeletal structure and musculature seemed to have stopped, he could see the accumulation of adipose was still going strong. The boy’s face was nearly circular, chubby cheeks rounding out into a prominent double chin, that seemed to flow into the inflating chest, the young man’s neck having been swallowed up by the expanding tides of flesh. His chest had expanded from perky breasts to much larger man-mammaries, now sagging under their own weight, each eraser-head capped peak propped up by the tremendous tank below it. And what a tank it was, having gone from mere cask to barrel in the intervening period. Framed by love handles as thick as bread loafs and beginning to surge over the boy’s waist, it was a sight to behold. Mikey was more than enamoured with it as he jiggled and grabbed his wobbling middle, oblivious to the world and all that was happening around him.
“Eyes up here, professor.”
Or so Dr. Walker thought, but now Mikey was staring right at him, hands cupping each breast so they would squish into a provocative bosom. Above them the round, boyish face was just as provocative, a sly smile painted on his lips. “I see you’re enjoying the show,” he remarked, eyes pointedly looking at the obvious tent in the professor’s slacks.
For the first time that afternoon it was the professor who felt embarrassed, like a child with his hand in the cookie jar. He floundered, mouth moving but no words coming out, only stopping once Mikey swayed much larger hips. He gulped, frozen, his entire being overcome by lust. Finally Mikey walked towards him, his gait now an odd swagger as each titanic thigh was forced to move circularly around the other with every step. His entire body shook with each lumbering foot fall, an earthquake of flesh growing larger with each passing moment.
Mikey reached him and just stood there, belly mere inches from bumping the professor backward, seductive eyes still staring into his. Then the professor felt something soft and warm pressing into his torso and groin; it was Mikey’s belly. It had surged forward in the few seconds he’d been standing in front of him, and now his belly sagged enough that the lowest portions were rubbing against the professor’s hardon. Mikey tittered and then swayed his hips again, the soft flesh seeming to caress his aching cock.
“Why don’t you touch it?” He asked, grasping the professor’s arm to bring it to the warm flesh of his side. It was so soft, so smooth, his hand sinking in as he pressed further, encouraged by the now colossal college student. After sinking in an inch the two moaned simultaneously, the professor unable to hold himself back any longer. He brought his mouth down to smash into the young man’s chest, lips and tongue seeking the enormous nipple atop the pendulous moobs, slathering saliva all over the pale expanse before finally latching on to suckle with abandon. The professor’s free hands grasped and fondled the yielding fat of Mikey’s belly while he stood there, an unmoving edifice, moaning appreciatively as the older man worshipped his voluminous form.
Had the professor been paying attention he may have noticed the change in tone that had come over Mikey. His manner towards Dr. Walker was mostly ambivalent earlier, but now he was gratefully accepting his unbridled lust with eager enthusiasm. However the professor was beyond thinking rationally at this point. He licked and nibbled and bit the meat of Mikey’s chest, groping at his belly and love-handles as far as he could reach, noticing how hard it was to reach the entire circumference of his waist. He licked lower and lower on the mountainous middle, mashing his face as far into the yielding fat as it would go, eventually descending to his knees, a worshipper having reached mecca. Finally, he reached up to lift the tremendous belly to view the prize now hidden beneath the cascading tide of flesh.
Mikey was already hard as a rock from the professor’s attention, however even at full mast, and even considering the exorbitant flesh that surrounded it, he could tell that Mikey had lost much of his impressive length and girth. Even with his hand pressing against his now impressive fat pad, Mikey extended perhaps 4 inches at best. Resting the behemoth belly on his forehead, the professor leaned into the hot, humid groin to swallow Mikey whole.
He wasn’t sure how the professor was able to deep-throat him, but Mikey couldn’t deny it felt amazing. While the professor eagerly took his entire length over and over, Mikey stood with legs splayed, playing with each doughy breast and the huge nipples at their ends. He knew he was enormous now, larger than he’d ever thought he could gain naturally, and it felt so good to push and fondle and mold his own body, the feeling of size and weight and power. He began to thrust into the professor’s mouth, each movement causing his entire body to quake while sending his pendulous balls to slap into the professor’s chin.
For Mikey each thrust was the barest jerk forward, but for Dr. Walker it had the momentum of over 450 pounds of man bearing down on his face. The first thrust nearly knocked him over, causing him to lose his grip on the colossal belly, smothering him in a tidal wave of fat. He recovered though, and redoubled his efforts, both hands now holding up the prodigious paunch while meeting the next thrust with his open and accepting mouth.
The slap of Mikey’s balls on the professor’s chin filled the office, and while Mikey found he was able to thrust as easily as he could when he was thin, he was working up a substantial sweat after only a few minutes. Liquid dripped on his nose and forehead to gather into rivulets formed on the vast expanse of chest and belly, and he could only imagine how the pressor felt beneath the horizon of his middle.
The professor was more concerned with simply holding on, and only noticed the taste of precum on his lips as Mikey’s thrusting picked up pace. Each battering of balls and groin meat left him covered in the fat man’s sweat. However, the enormous, dangling orbs (that would surely leave bruises once this was over) were beginning to pull upward, and he knew Mikey’s climax was imminent.
Mikey knew he couldn’t last. The professor’s magic mouth took him to the root with each thrust, and the feeling of his entire body jiggling in tune with his lovemaking was simply beyond words. With a bellowing moan, Mikey squeezed each of his love-handles as hard as he could and came.
Even though he could feel the twitching of the dick in his mouth and the ascent of the gigantic balls, the professor was completely unprepared for the torrent of cum that gushed forth from Mikey’s diminished manhood. The first gush filled his mouth completely, while the second overfilled it, and the third made jizz come sputtering out comically from his nose and mouth. The sound of Mikey’s seed splattering on the linoleum floor of the professor’s office was more akin to a dropped cup of coffee than the missed remnants of an impromptu blowjob, and the professor wondered if this was yet another side effect of the formula or if the young man had possessed this ability all along.
After what seemed an eternity, the gushing of Mikey’s geyser slowed to a trickle, giving the professor time to swallow and, more importantly, breathe. He fell backward on his ass, the propped-up belly falling forward and jiggling Mikey’s front while the last drops of his orgasm fell to join the small puddle that had formed beneath him. He calmed down and took stock of his enormity once more, and sighed a deep, satisfied sound.
“Looks like your formula worked, professor.”
Still catching his breath, the good doctor could only manage, “Evidently.”
Mikey wobbled back to the professor’s desk, his lumbering gait somewhat more awkward than a man of his size already would be as he was getting used to his vastness. Noticing something, he bent sideways and picked up a distinct blue vial. “You know professor, there seems to be enough formula left for one more.”
The professor thought about it for a moment, acknowledging mentally that neither he nor his young charge had any clothes that would fit and would have to trundle home, jiggling and naked. He’d have to provide some sort of explanation to his friends and colleagues, and he could even be subjecting himself to the same sort of bizarre mental changes and even possible alterations of his genitalia as the deity of excess that was beckoning him onward.
He downed the vial without a second thought, and as he grew and burst from his clothes, Mikey fondling and groping each new roll as it appeared on his body, he knew without doubt that this was the climax of his professional career.
~Michelangelo is that boyfriend.
Knows everything about his lady, always compliments her, goes out of his way to make her happy.
He has his flaws of course, no on is perfect, but he always makes up for it.
~Meeting Mikey at your little cousin’s birthday party. You feel sorry for the guy in the costume…a really realistic costume you notice but, you have your own job to do.
Through all the commotion, you realize that you only paid him half.
Poor Cowabunga Carl, you think.
~Quickly, you rush out to stop him before he leaves. Only to see him take off the turtle head revealing another turtle head beneath it.
“Hey, wait a minute-!”
~You freeze. So does he.
~Michelangelo is freaking out because he’s only been doing this birthday party thing for a few months and already he gets caught.
Leonardo would kick his butt.
~But in the middle of the inner freak out, he manages to grab you and yank you into the van, slamming the door shut. Admittedly, not his best idea.
“Please don’t freak out!!”
~You look up at the turtle and ask,
“Are you an alien?” in a quietly, shocked tone. And it just calms him down. He realizes how weird this must be to you and starts to explain everything.
“Uh, no, actually. Born and raised Earthling here!”
~Maybe it’s the fact that Leonardo is gone, maybe it’s the fact that things are so weird at home. Maybe he’s just lonely.
But Mikey ends up talking to you longer then he meant to. You’re actually really funny (and, okay, cute he thinks. But he’s just dreaming here) and you think that turtle is a bit of a sweetheart.
~But then he suddenly realizes that he’s late for his next party and has to rush off. Like, yesterday. Before he leaves, you ask him,
“Will I see you again?”
~Michelangelo smiles brightly (you know the one I’m talking about, that sunny Mikey smile) and replies,
“I sure hope so.”
And as he’s driving away, he keeps thinking about that. Because he really does hope so.
~He drives off into the sunset, but comes back a couple days later. Many, many times.
“Hey, Mikey Man!!”
~You hang out in the van mostly, talking whenever you can and eating pizza. You tell each other about your families (“It’s so weird at home right now, you know?”) and your hobbies (“I actually don’t mind the party gig but kids are evil sometimes!”) and everything.
Just talking about everything for hours.
~You’re the first and only person to ever be told that, after Leo left, he cried every night for a week.
“That’s why I decided to do Cowabunga Carl. I wanted to do something happy…and the money helps.”
~He’s telling you things he never told anyone before. Why is he doing that?
~You keep coming because, damn it, this turtle needs someone to actually listen to him. Someone who takes his feelings seriously and doesn’t just write him off as goofball Mikey.
~But you talk a little too, about things you’ve only written or thought about. You never thought you would actually tell anyone.
Why are you telling Michelangelo?
~And then you both know.
You both realize your little crushes and, oh, there are so many feelings. So many thoughts. The next few visits are a little awkward, both of you watching the other for a sign of something.
Something more then friendship…
“I wonder if she likes me…”
~Mikey makes the first move.
You climb into the van one day and see him holding some flowers (your favorite of course). He smiles at you (hr’s so nervous right now omg) and asks,
“So, do you…do you want to go one a date? With me??”
~And you smile at that sweet turtle and accept. His hearts is soaring over the moon and he promises to do something romantic.
“You’ll see, Y/N, this is gonna be the best date ever!”
~And it totally is.
He parks the van near your place and gets ready. Blankets and pillows stacked around, turning the old thing into the comfy fort of your dreams. Fairy lights strung throughout it, blinking slowly.
He gets take out from your favorite place and takes a deep breath. You open the door and he smiles at you.
~The turtle doesn’t have much but he makes the most of what he does have. He always has…
~You end up talking for hours and, when Mikey finally goes home, he goes with the knowledge that he nailed his very first date (yes you did, baby!! Love you).
~His first thought is to tell someone, one of his brothers, he doesn’t want to keep anything from them. He wants to tell them all about you and the date and how you kissed his cheek when he left.
He wants to know what they think, what Splinter might think. He’s so excited!!
~But Raph just gruffly pushes past him and, when he asks Donnie to talk, he says his busy. And Michelangelo’s heart just…breaks a little.
~Maybe you sensed something was up because you send him a little text message.
~“Hey, Mikey. Had a great time tonight, maybe we can do it again?”
~And he forgets about his brothers for a moment. Running off to his room, Michelangelo immediately texts you back a reply.
“Definitely! Maybe Chang’s and a marvel movie??”
~The van becomes your safe space.
You can’t go to his place (his brothers) and he can’t go to yours (your roommates) so you hang out in the van.
Everything important to your relationship will happen in that thing.
~Don’t treat Mikey like he’s just a joke, he hates that. He’s passionate and sensitive and his brothers don’t always get that.
Take care of this precious sunshine sweetie, and he’ll do the same for you.
~Your first kiss happens when you go to kiss the turtle on the cheek and he turns just at that very moment, leading your lips to meet.
You both pull away but Mikey, he’s got hearts in his eyes. He wants to kiss you again.
“Can we…do that over? For real?”
~You do. And you do it again many more times, Mikey is super affectionate.
~~All the petnames.
Baby, honey, sweetie, anglecakes, babe, cutie, everything. You are everything to this turtle.
~Your first I love happens when Mikey tells you about everything at home.
Like how Leo hasn’t written in forever and Splinter is worried and everyone is scared.
Like how Donnie has thrown himself into work and a job he hates because it takes his mind off of the family.
Like how Raph keeps sneaking out and Mikey almost followed him but changed his mind.
Like how everyone thinks Mikey doesn’t notice these things but he does, he always has.
~And he’s upset and you’re comforting him when I love you slips from your lips. He stops.
~“I’m sorry, that just came out, I-”
~“I love you too.” he replies.
And then you just cuddle and kiss for the longest time.
~Mix Tapes. Mikey is going to make you mix tapes of your favorite songs/bands and if love songs. They will be blasted as you drive the van, singing along loudly.
~Heart shaped pizza! Mikey is going to order a heart shaped pizza and, when he gives you an extra-cheesy, extra-tomatoe sauce-y slice, he says:
“A pizza my heart for you, baby!”
~BTW be prepared for puns. Lots and lots of puns.
~Michelangelo teaching you (if you don’t already know how) to skateboard. You make a comment about how good his his at it and, finally, another dream to check off his list.
“I could teach you if you want, baby.”
~Leo is home.
Leo is actually home and Mikey is so happy. He texts you that night, apologizing if he gets busy and telling you why. You end you talking for hours and Mikey tells you that when things get back to normal, he wants to bring you home.
~“Just tired of us being a secret, baby, I wanna tell them. I just have to wait a little longer…”
~A little longer is after Leo gets captured and Mikey doesn’t want to leave you out there. But he doesn’t bring you home just yet, he brings you to April and Casey. He asks if you can stay at their place.
“Guys, this is Y/N…my girlfriend.”
~He loves calling you that by the way.
~“Oh my god…Mikey!!”
April is hugging you both, already armed with a million questions to ask you both when this is over. When Mikey kisses you before he leaves, she is almost squealing.
~April ships it. She becomes the biggest supporter and your best friend.
~Mikey finally bringing you home after the battle, you meet Splinter first.
Turns out, the rat knew there was a woman in Mikey’s life (he’s been writing love poems, singing love songs, and drawing hearts all over. Seriously Mikey.) and is happy to finally meet you.
“It’s about time you brought her home, Michelangelo…”
~His older brothers try to get at him for it but Mikey is having none of that. He snaps at Raph when he makes a comment about keeping secrets.
“You’re right, bro, sneaking behind your family’s backs and possible endangering them is a dick move. I should never had kept my lady a secret…Nightwatcher.
~Raph shuts up. Leo shuts up. Everyone shuts up. And when you come into the kitchen and wave a shy hello, they quietly say hi back.
~“You’re brothers are acting sort of strange, sweetie…is it me?”
“Nah, they’re just jealous that I got such a babe. Come one, let’s go watch some Gravity Falls.”
~Michelangelo being an incredible boyfriend.
He’s loyal and loving and the sweetest thing. He will constantly try to make you happy, no matter what it takes.