It might take a while. After all, it's barely been a day since all this started.

The lovers remained snuggled up against each other for a while, until the sun was past its apex in the sky. Steve had put his left arm around Chris' shoulders, his right holding the feminized surfer's hands - and even though Chris was built much the same as his roomie--no, his lover, the surfer felt strangely small in Steve's arms. It wasn't a bad feeling, though; sighing, Chris cuddled closer into Steve, feeling safe and warm and cared for. And the warmth wasn't just the heat from the sun shining down on them. It was like... nothing Chris had ever felt, actually. But before Chris could ruminate more on this, Steve spoke up.

"Hey, uh, babe? As much as I love this, what do you think about going out for lunch?" The subsequent growl of Steve's stomach showed how much the increased size of his cock and balls took out of him nutrients-wise. "No idea why, but I'm starving!"

Now that he thought about it, Chris realized that while he wasn't hungry per se, he'd been living on a purely liquid diet since... well, ever since the changes had begun. And while he was definitely getting enough protein, the human body needed a bit more than that in regards to nutrients.

"Uhm, yeah... yeah! Sure!" Although he was still a bit apprehensive after the events of yesterday evening, to say the least, having Steve with him prevented Chris from feeling even a hint of panic. "Any ideas on where to go? I'm pretty much fine with whatever."

After all, no matter what Chris ate, it would never measure up to the sublime taste of his lover's cum. All that was left was getting dressed - Chris in a sleeveless muscle shirt and cargo pants, Steve in a normal shirt and harem pants he'd had lying around. Anything else wouldn't have been able to hide his outrageously huge dick. That the sides of Chris' sizeable breasts were rather visible through the arm holes of his shirt didn't occur to him until they were already on the boardwalk.

Not surprisingly, the restaurant Steve had chosen, the White Rabbit, was right next to the beach. Stuff like that tended to happen if you lived right on the coast. It was warm and sunny, and somehow, the lovers managed to get a great table on the patio, right at the outer corner where they could look out over the ocean. Chris couldn't help but smile as he crossed his legs, rested his chin in one hand and looked out over the ocean; this was nice. Sure, the surfer had been here before, even on several dates, but ultimately, those had been conducted with the ultimate goal of getting laid. Chris had taken out whatever girl he'd been seeing at the time, wined and dined her, and then she'd put out.

Somehow, Chris couldn't help but shudder at that particular thought, now that he was the girl in that equation. Not that he was a girl, of course, tits and pussy and dicksucking addiction notwithstanding. So what if he maybe probably loved Steve? They lived in a progressive society, two guys could be in love! Particularly if one of them looked like a smoking hot chick--woman.

"Heya! Ah'm Jess, and Ah'll be takin' care of your drinks today. What can Ah get y'all lovebirds?" A chipper voice with a distinct southern twang made Chris turn his head towards the waitress. The smoking hot, redheaded waitress. And rather than glance at her tits and imagine how they'd jiggle when he fucked her as he would have done just yesterday Chris instead stammered...

"Luh-lovebirds? Us?"

"Of course, sugah!" Laughing warmly, Jess pointed her stylus at Steve and smiled. "Have y'all seen how he looks at y'all? It's really obvious."

"Hey, what can I say? Guilty as charged," Steve replied, grinning and raising his hands palms up. "And, uh, I think I'll have a coffee, black, and Chris will... what would you like to drink, babe?"

"I, eh, a latte? I'll... I'll add sugar myself, thanks."

"Sure! Ah'll get that out. For orderin', please head to mah colleague at the counter. Today's special is apple pie with local apples, Ah can really recommend that!"

"Thanks! We'll check that out for sure." Again it was Steve who answered the waitress, with Chris still too busy blushing and wrapping his head around the fact that apparently, he and Steve did indeed look like a couple. And that it felt nice! "Alright, babe, I'll see that we get something to eat. What did you always get? Cream cheese bagel with everything, right?"

"Huh?" Chris needed a minute to get his brain running again. But Steve was right; the bagels here were to die for, and considering they were usually slightly salty, covered in thick cream... "Sure, yeah! Thanks, man."

"Just make sure no one snatches you up while I'm gone," Steve smiled and got up to queue for their food.

And Chris was left behind with a slightly bewildered look on his face. Surely no one would hit on him, right?