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James had worked hard, got his degree, got a good job in the city and rose quickly of the ranks of the company and was now a regional manager with whispers that he may even make director at just 32. James loved his new life, he lived in a fancy high rise a completely different world to the cramped trailer he would share with his brother outside on the ranch. He drove an expensive sports car, wore tailored suits and spent his summer's skiing, far from the nasty old pickup truck his family took him to school in or the hand me down clothes his brother gave him and the summer's spent by the lake down the road being bitten by bugs. Everything about his past he hated and he loved the person he had worked so hard to become but hearing Buford's name filled him with a mixture of emotions.

Buford has been the only one he had any kind of relationship growing up, as the big brother he looked after him and he was the only one that sort of understood why he wanted to leave.

"Hello Mr Tucker? Would you like for me to call security?" Martha interrupted his thoughts.

"No that will not be necessary. Martha send him up and while you are at it send everyone on the floor to lunch, yourself included. We are not to be disturbed." James said, while he was curious to see his brother he certainly didn't want everyone he worked with to know where he came from.

"Of course Mr Tucker."

James waited in his office for a short while before there was a knock at his door and sure enough a head of ginger hair poked around the corner and Buford grinned and greeted his little brother.

"Well howdy there, Jimbob! Been a mighty long spell, ain’t it? And don’t you look all gussied up and proper." Buford smiled his accent thick and his drawl long.

"Don't call me that, I go by James now." James said cringing at his brother's accent and his birth name, both of which he found deeply embarrassing.

"Well, pardon me, Mister Fancy Pants. It’s just… I missed you somethin’ fierce!" Buford said, his smile warm as he stared intently at James who felt guilty for snapping at his big brother. After a brief pause Buford broke the silence "I brought ya a little somethin’." He then held up a large jug of moonshine. "I reckon y’all can’t get somethin’ like this up here in the fancy city, now can ya? Figured maybe we could sit a spell, have us a drink, and catch up proper." Buford smiled and James couldn't help but let his defences down, his brother was genuinely happy to see him and James had forgotten just how positive and fun his brother could be.

"Sure thing Buford, let's have a drink" James smiled and gestured for his brother to sit as he pulled out two scotch glasses from the cabinets behind his desk. Buford poured and they clinked glasses and sat down. James winced at how strong it was and the flavour was a little different to what he remembered.

"You remember the last time we had us a drink together?" Buford said savouring his sip.

James was then bombarded with a memory of the moonshine "I do, you had stolen some from under Grandpa's bed and dared me to try some with you!" James laughed.

"Yeah… didn’t taste much better back then neither. I just remember us sittin’ out front, watchin’ them fireflies dance around, talkin’ with you. I think on that a whole lot." Buford paused and James suddenly felt a pang of guilt, he had left his big brother, abandoned him on that ranch with his extended family. Now here he was in a ripped shirt and dirty jeans, while he was in his expensive and wearing a watch that probably could buy the whole ranch. James let out a small smile but that soon faded as Buford continued to speak.

"Matter of fact, the whole family’s been thinkin’ on you lately."

"Why is that?" James said suspiciously as he took another deep drink of the moonshine. "Buford why are you here?"

"Truth is, little brother… the ranch needs help." Buford sighed but before he could continue James stepped in.

"And you want my money to save it! Typical, everyone made fun of me of working hard in school but look who has come crawling to ask for help!" James's feeling of guilt quickly faded and his previous resentment for his family filled him to the brim.

"Whoa, whoa, now it ain’t nothin’ like that, Jimbob. Ranch is doin’ alright, truth be told. Ain’t makin’ us rich or nothin’, but it keeps us comfortable enough. What we do need is help. Somebody strong enough to pitch in with the liftin’ and carryin’, all that manual work that’s gotten to be too much for Pa and the others. And, well… that’s when we all got to talkin’ about you.” Buford smile then turned a little bit more sinister.

"Why would I help with that?!" James sneered as he finished his glass and poured out another.

"Cause we need somebody we can trust, Jimbob. We need kin. I can see it plain as a brand on hide, you been workin’ awful hard to scrape every bit of Tucker off yourself. Changin’ your name, dyin’ that hair, fillin’ your life up with all these shiny, uppity city things. But that ain’t you, little brother. That ain’t your blood, and it sure as Sunday ain’t us. You done got too big for your britches. Too snobby. Too uppity. Yous gone too highfalutin." Buford then grinned and stared into James's eyes. "That’s why they sent me up here. To fetch you back home where you belong. Back to family. Back to the ranch. Back where we can get you raised right."

"I told you my name isn't..." James then felt a burning in his throat as he coughed to try to clear it and then he continued what he was saying "Jimbob and I don’t rightly know what you think’s happenin’ here but I ain’t ever goin’ back to that ranch. Not now. Not nohow.” James's eyes then went wide for horror as the words he wanted to say changed as they came out of his mouth, his voice was tainted by words he hadn't uttered in a decade.

James then tried again to speak, he wanted to say 'what happened to my voice' but instead in a thick, slow, heavy drawl and accent he said "What in the Sam Hill… why in God’s green earth am I talkin’ like that?" James throat burned as his old accent and vocabulary blurted from his mouth, a voice he had spent years training to get rid of, the accent he had tried so hard to disguise, the voice he trained himself out of so no one would every mistake him for some dumb redneck, it was back. How was it possible? James then looked to Buford who was smiling happily and raising his glass of moonshine. James dropped the glass instantly as it smashed and splashed across his desk.

James was both panicked and furious as he stood up and yelled at his smiling brother who didn't even flinch. "What in tarnation! You done poisoned me! How dare you! Martha! Call security, now, ya hear?!"James screeched, hating every second of the dumb voice he heard coming from his lips.

"Shoot… you done sent ever’body off to lunch, didn’t ya? Ain’t nobody here but you an’ me now, Jimbob.” Buford smiled as his brother stood over him.

Filled with rage James yelled "Git outta my office! Git on out! Don’t just stand there lookin’ like a mule starin’ at a new gate, GIT!”

"No, I don’t reckon I will. Matter fact, I’m gonna make dang sure you lose every last one of them highfalutin city ways. Then I’m haulin’ you back home to Ma and Pa where you belong. Now… let’s start by makin’ you look a little more like a Tucker.” Buford said grinning as he leant further back in his chair and sipped his moonshine.

James was about to start yelling again when his head started to tingle, it started as more of a tickle but soon became an itch and James couldn't help but scratch it. "What in God’s name did you do to me?" James screeched as he looked to his window to catch his reflection and James anger quickly changed to fear as he watched his hair slowly start to change. James didn't know how it was possible as he watched his dyed, jet black hair lighten in colour and start to turn a bright autumn colour. "No it can't be real!" James said as he watched his hair change into the bright ginger colour he had for all of his childhood, in his small little town there was only one red head family and that always identified him as a Tucker. It's why he has dyed it for decades, but now it was back the bright copper top he had hated there staring back at him. How had Buford done it? This was more than just some drug in a drink that could change his voice.

"This here ain’t funny, Buford. What in the hell you doin’ to me? I don’t wanna go back home, y’hear? I ain’t goin’ back to that ranch, not no way, not no how! "James yelled trying to sound assertive but his fear was clear as Buford just smiled.

"No, course not Jimbob. Some college learned, high paid big shot like you ain’t gonna wanna come crawlin’ back home, but what if you hadn’t gone off to college, huh? What if all them fancy books and big-city notions never got stuffed in that head o’ yours? Maybe then you’d be singin’ a different tune huh?" Buford's grin made James nervous.

"You ain’t makin’ no sense. What do you mea-" James stopped as his whole body started to feel strange as he looked a Buford with wide scared eyes. Did he seem closer now? Did his shirt feel looser? James had no idea what was happening as his body started to change. It started with his height as he started to get shorter inch by inch, starting at 6'1 he was already to 5'10 by the time he realised why his suit was feeling bigger on him. James panicked as he looked down and then back at his reflection and almost screamed as he realised he wasn't just getting shorter. The muscle mass he has gained was slowly wilting away, his skin looked smoother as any wrinkles or creases started to fade. His adult manly body seemed to shrivel in on himself as he shrunk down to 5'8, as his expensive suit now drowned him. James whimpered as as he looked down at his body, felt his face and then stared at Buford. He hadn't just got shorter, he had got younger. Staring back at him in his window reflection was the 18 Jimbob who had waved goodbye to the Tucker ranch and ran away to college. The problem was he hadn't seen that face in 14 years and now he was staring back at him while his older brother grinned sinisterly at his diminished form.

"Phee-eww… now that’s how I remember my little brother. You was always a late bloomer, weren’t ya? Guess you didn’t hit that growth spurt till after you done left the ranch." Buford laughed heartily as he looked at the diminished James.

James was terrified as he looked down at his younger body, how was this possible? The last decade of his life had just been taken away, he no longer looked like the regional manager but like someone lost their kid at work! At 18 James now felt vulnerable as his brother would now tower over him, how would he be able to fight back? He couldn't call for help everyone had gone to lunch?! What was he going to do, he couldn't let Buford drag him back to the ranch, he may be physically younger but he wasn't that same kid. The life he had now was the one he had worked tirelessly to achieve, the money, the car, the clothes, he knew what it was like and he wasn't going back. Yet, as he stood there helpless, James didn't know how he could fight back, physically he was now too weak but maybe he could use his brain.

"Buford… I don’t know how in the Lord’s name you done this, but you don’t want me back on that ranch. I hated it there. I weren’t never no good at the work, and just look at me, I’m weak as creek water and twice as useless. Please… I don’t know what you, Ma, and Pa been jawin’ about, but I’m better off here, and y’all are better off without me. Just change me back, Buford. Please. I’ll give you money. I got a whole damn mountain of it!" James said hating how his elegant thoughts were now put through a filter of his old accent and cadence.

There was a long pause before Buford sighed "I know you didn’t take to ranch life, little brother. That’s exactly why I’m takin’ you home, so I can teach you better this time. You done got too uppity for your own good." Buford's smile faded as he looked deep into James's eyes. "I don’t want none of your money. I need my little brother back."

James then felt his expensive suit move, was he getting younger again!

"Though I reckon you was right ’bout one thing… lookin’ at you now, you ain’t gonna be no help on the farm. Not all scrawny like that, and sure as hell not dressed in them fancy city clothes" Buford seriousness faded as he went back to laughing as James looked down and panicked as his attempt at reasoning with Buford failed.

James couldn't believes eyes as he watched his expensive suit start to change and morph. The expensive leather shoes that cost him a small fortune turned a dirty brown as they changed into clunky farm boots. The suit jacket he had tailored to fit him faded away, while he itched at his crotch as his underwear changed from designer briefs to cheap, scratchy boxers that he recognised as an old pair of Buford's. James's head then tingled as his hair started to grow, the expensive, styled cut grew out into a wild, curly red haired mullet. James detested the style as it made anyone look like a poor redneck, everything he had tried to hard not to be. James almost felt like crying as he watched his shirt and trousers melt together, the silk fabric turning to rough hard denim, the sleeves disappearing the buttons fading until his shirt was just two straps and his trousers grew longer until he was no longer dressed like a businessman but instead was left in nothing but boots and pair of overalls. The only piece of him from his old outfit was his watch and now it looked entirely out of place on his dirty farm boy look.

James felt tears in his eyes as he looked at his reflection, there he was the young man who just wanted to escape his backwater town and life on his family ranch dressed and ready to work again. He didn't want to go back it wasn't fair he worked so hard to escape, he didn't want to be Jimbob Tucker!

"Buford, please… this ain’t funny no more. I don’t wanna go back home. I don’t wanna live with you and Mama again. I wanna be me. I want my life, my house, my car, my job, all of it. Please, Buford… don’t do this to me. Please. I'm beggin you!" James said as a tear rolled down his cheek, his whole life was being taken away from him and dragged back to the one he spent every second trying to avoid.

"It’s alright, Jimbob. You ain’t gotta fret none. Life’s gonna be better this way, you’ll see. You’re gonna love bein’ back home, and we’re sure as Sunday gonna love havin’ you there. You’re gonna be the best damn worker this ranch ever seen, makin’ me, Ma, and Pa proud, instead of prancin’ around like some highfalutin city snob. Now… let’s get you ranch-strong." Buford smiled as James felt a wave of energy suddenly pulse through him.

"No! Please! No!" James shouted as his body began to change, James felt a slow pressure racing around his body and suddenly he started to grow and expand. It started with his chest as it pushed outwards as to round, perky pectorals began to push against the straps of his overalls. His arms followed quickly after as his biceps and triceps swelled with muscle, pushing his arms outwards and radiating strength. Then his body started to push upwards as he started to gain inches in height more than they ones he had lost moments ago and growing bigger still. James felt his overalls beginning to tighten as they didn't seem to be expanding with his body, his thicker thighs, rounder butt and longer legs seemed to be pushing them to their limits. James looked at his reflection and barely recognised the muscular 18 year old in his reflection, this wasn't him, he didn't want this to be him!

"Please Buford no more!"

But Buford just smiled as his little brother grew taller and more muscular.

James just whimpered as he looked down at his fast growing body as he passed 6'1 and now looked like he was close to 6'8, a giant of a man! This new humongous frame was then packed with a extreme amounts of muscle. James's shoulder exploded with muscles and broadened along with his back, giving him a lumbering imposing form, his arms doubled in size with thick cannonballs for biceps with heavy pulsing veins running across them. His chest grew larger until his pecs were the size of melons and bounced with the smallest movement, his torso was ripped and defined with a strong six pack with washboard abs. James whined as his hands and feet grew larger, his legs grew into strong tree trunks as the overalls ripped above his knees leaves his legs exposed. When he finally stopped growing he was a mountain of muscle, a huge cumbersome heavy hulk of a man that looked nothing like an intelligent regional director, his large hands making it impossible to type but great for hauling hay. James' felt himself begin to sob and even that now came out a deep rumbling voice to match his new monstrous size.

"Why you done did this Buford?"

"Don’t you worry none, Jimbob. Ma and Pa’s gonna raise you right this time. Ain’t gonna be no more notions ’bout runnin’ off and turnin’ into some big city big shot. No more of them big, smart, tangled-up thoughts rattlin’ round in that head o’ yours. All you gotta think on now is the ranch. The ranch, the family… and nothin’ else, Buford will take care of ya." Buford smiled as he got up and touched James's heavy muscular arm and suddenly his brain started to feel fuzzy.

"NOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" James bellowed as his mind started to cloud and change. It started with his job, the memories of him managing a team of people faded, the idea of wearing a suit was now nothing but a fantasy and working in an office was unheard of as everything he could remember about working was erased. He tried to remember what he did, Martha, the time and hard work he had put into climb the corporate ladder but all of it faded to dust, the only place he had ever worked was the ranch. Next was his home and belongings, he had never had an expensive sports car he was far to big and clumsy to even pass his test, instead he was driven around by Buford in the back of pick up truck. The clothes, the food, the apartment all were pulled from his brain as replaced with what he remembered from all those years ago, he only wore old clothes from other people never anything knew which meant they always stunk. He ate whatever Ma cooked up for him even if he hated it and he lived with Buford the trailer was cramped and barely fit them both and his brother stunk up the bathroom something fierce but he could fire back with a nasty fart or two.

James smashed at his head to try and stop the erasing and replacing force in his head but he was unable to pull back any memory he lost and the new ones were too strong. James felt the fuzz intensify as it started to attack his schooling, education and knowledge. "NO, NOT THAT. PLEASE BUFORD LET ME KEEP MA SMARTS" but nothing stopped the change in his brain as he forgot everything he did at college, all the essays, exams and papers were erased without a second thought. Then came high school, then middle school and then elementary school. James sobbed as he found himself struggling to think of words to say, his brain slowing and even what was happening to him was getting hard to comprehend. He felt sad, he knew he lost something but he didn't know what. As his brain slowed he was left with some of the alphabet and his numbers to ten but everything other than that was gone. James had lost everything and now all that was left was big, dumb Jimbob, ready to be raised right, never to become uppity and highfalutin ever again.

Jimbob felt scared, he didn't know why he felt sad and where he was. The only thing he recognised was Buford the best big brother around.

"Buford…" Jimbob said slowly as if every word was now a challenge to think of. "I don’t like this none. I wanna go home"

"Sure thing, Jimbob. Let’s get you on home. My truck’s waitin’ downstairs, so come on now, let’s get you back where you belong. Ma and Pa’s sure gonna be happy to see ya." Buford smiled as he grabbed his monstrously sized little brother by his giant hand and led him out of his office.

Jimbob didn't resist, why would he? Buford always knew best, some people stared as the muscular farm hand walked past the men in expensive suits but no one stopped them from leaving. Buford clambered into his truck as Jimbob sat in the bed of the pickup and watched as he was driven away from the city. As the buildings got further away, Jimbob found himself crying, it felt like he was leaving something he cared about behind but what could that be? Jimbob was then distracted as he heard a ticking, he looked around for a long time before he heard it coming from his wrist. There was a circle with some numbers on it, it looked shiny and new but he didn't recognise it. Jimbob then got up as the truck moved and almost climbed out as he shouted to Buford.

"Buford. What’s this here tickin’ thing?" Jimbob said as he almost made the truck tip over.

"Set yourself back down, ya dang fool, ’fore you go hurtin’ yourself. I’ll talk to ya proper once we get home!" Buford shouted laughing at his dumb little brother as he wobbled around in the back of the truck slumping down and smashing the expensive watch and breaking it and as Jimbob sat there drool starting to collect at the side of his mouth a tiny part at the back of his brain sobbed endlessly.

4 months later...

"Er hello there? Is this the Tucker ranch?" A man in a black suit said as he approached Buford.

"Yes sir, sure is. Name’s Buford. What can I help ya with today?"

"Well I am from M.S Thompson we are a big firm in the city, we had an employee by the name of James Tucker. He seemed to just disappear overnight and after some investigation we found that this might be his family farm? Have you seen him?"

"Hmm no James, but might you mean Jimbob? He’s over yonder in the field, messin’ around with one of our stallions. Big ol’ stinkin’ beast, that one always passin’ wind like he’s tryin’ to clear the whole pasture. But from the sound of it, Jimbob’s givin’ him a run for his money with some of his own backside thunder. Poor fool thinks he can out stink a horse, he’s got another thing comin’… but knowin’ ol’ Jimbob, he’s sure as shootin’ gonna try." Buford smiled as both he and the man in the suit looked over to the field.

There was Jimbob ass bent over as a loud rumbling fart could be heard echoing across the field followed by loud, dumb laughter as the giant dumb monster had a farting contest with his favourite horse.

The man in the suit grimaced before turning back to Buford "That certainly isn't the James Tucker I am looking for.

"Blue - is for identity. This means qualities like age, gender, race, sexuality.

Green - is for the physical body. This means height, weight, muscle mass.

Red - is for specific body parts. This means certain parts of the body could grow, shrink, double, disappear.

Purple - is for mental changes. This means personality traits, IQ, emotions and memories.

Lastly Yellow, may favourite - random. This could mean any change to any aspect of Lewis here. We always have some fun when the wheel lands on yellow!" Harvey chuckled before staring like a predator at Lewis "Well Lewis are you ready to risk it all?"

Lewis sighed he didn't really have any other choice, bankruptcy was the only other option which he simply would not do. Lewis had never seen the show but it seemed everyone who participated won a large sum of money and maybe having shorter arms or red hair would be worth the sacrifice to get the money he needed. "Yes I am" He basically mumbled.

"Great then let's get you ready for you first spin!" Harvey then clicked his fingers and the platform below Lewis glowed and he was suddenly engulfed in a quick blast of white light. When Lewis's blinded vision returned he felt a cold chill and found himself standing in nothing but his underwear. Lewis felt himself blush as his pale, slightly chubby body was on display for everyone to see.

"Now Lewis are you ready to double that 1000?"

"Yes I am ready..." Lewis then looked at Harvey who was waiting expectantly and Lewis sighed and said "To risk it all!"

"Brilliant let's spin and find out where it lands and what you first change will be." Harvey then smiled a large toothy grin to the audience before grabbing the side of the wheel and giving it a hard spin. The audience went wild while Lewis still awkwardly stood in his briefs as he watched the wheel slow and finally stop on purple.

"So for 2000 its a mental change and let's see..." Harvey then reached behind the wheel and pulled from a box attached to the purple segment. "Oh a small change to ease you on Lewis." Harvey then began reading the card out loud "You risked and now it's gone, your voice that is! Instead you now have the high pitched, feminine voice and vocabulary of a ditzy bimbo"

Lewis then saw the platform below him glow and with another flash his throat felt weird. "Like what the hell babe's? Sweetie my voice sounds totally weird now. Hey I'm like not even wanting to like say some of these silly billy words. Cutie what's going on?" Lewis screamed internally as his masculine voice was been replaced with a flash but it was not just the sound that had changed, Lewis could hear the sentence he wanted to say, the words he wanted to follow each other but before it came out of his mouth it changed. A simple 'What happened?' had came out with extra like's, babe's and a whole lot more words than he intended. His brain had changed so that now everything that came out of his mouth sounded bubbly, dumb and femme. "Oh honey bunny, I don't think I like this." Lewis found his voice sounding like he was pouting, sweet and sulky rather than the anger and fear he wanted to portray!

"Well Lewis that's what happens on RISK IT ALL!" The audience cheered as Harvey went back to the wheel. "Are you ready Lewis? You have 2000 in the bank want to make it 4000?"

Lewis was already worried but he needed a lot more money and although his voice was embarrassing, it was a better option than financial ruin. Not wanting to speak Lewis finally gave Harvey a nod and the wheel spun around again.

"Ooo look's like its a body part segment!" Harvey reached behind the wheel and pulled out a card and took great joy in reading it. "It says you will now be able to palm a basketball and give killer high fives as you gain truly massive mitts. Looks like those hands are gonna be growing!"

Once again Lewis looked to the floor as it glowed white and with a flash of light his hands started to tingle. It was subtle at first his fingers looked a little bit longer, his palms a bit wider but soon the growth started to speed up. It was like he was having an allergic reaction as his hands swelled, they became heavier, cumbersome and oversized. Each hand growing bigger and bigger until his hands had doubled in size.

"OMG these look totally huge, I could totally be like a circus freak!" Lewis cried as he held up his massive hands.

"Those are certainly going to take some getting used to! I reckon they might make you a whole lot clumsier and hopefully you have a cock big enough that they can still grab!" Harvey laughed and the audience joined in making Lewis feel even more embarrassed and a panicked at the thought now have having to use just his thumb and forefinger to hold his cock in his now ginormous hands. Lewis was already deeply regretting his decision to take part in this game show, his voice and hands were already freakish and he had only won 4000, no where near they amount he needed to clear his debt! Lewis knew what Harvey was going to ask next and although he didn't want to continue he needed the money.

"Ok Lewis that's 4000, do you want to walk away? Or do you want to win 8000, do you want to RISK IT ALL!?" Harvey cheered and got ready to spin the wheel as once again Lewis gave a weak nod.

As the wheel spun Lewis watched, his anxiety rising and the feeling of dread causing him to feel sick, looking down at his giant hands he wished he hadn't came here.

"Wow a green physical body segment. We haven't had one of those yet!" Harvey then quickly pulled a card from behind the wheel on the green segment. "Oh now this is gonna hurt. You decided to risk it and I am afraid you are going to loose over a foot in height, becoming small, petite and cute. At least it will fit you new voice don't you agree folks?" Harvey grinned evilly as the audience cheered.

Lewis didn't even have a chance to voice his horror as the platform below him started glow and with a flash of white his instantly felt dizzy. The room started to spin as his body tingled, his bones felt softer and it was a struggle to keep himself standing as the world began to shift. Lewis moaned in distress as the world around him started to grow larger as his body started to compact and shrink. Lewis could feel the pulling in his bones as his limbs got shorter, his spine collapsed and besides his hands everything got smaller to accommodate his rapidly reducing height. When Lewis's world finally did stop spinning he felt like he had to really look up to make eye contact with Harvey, the wheel seemed so much bigger and he felt some much more vulnerable as he now stood at exactly 5 feet tall.

"Doesn't Lewis look cute folks?" Harvey shouted to the laughing and cheering audience, his big grin making Lewis feel uneasy.

"Babe I wanna like stop now! This is like totally like unfair and silly. Sweetie baby, I just wanna go home!" Lewis cried his high voice and new height making it sound more pathetic.

"Oh but Lewis it's only height! There are millions of people who are just as tall as you and live happy fulfilling lives, don't tell me you are so shallow that a few inches is causing you to stop at just 8000? From what I have heard you need almost ten times that?" Harvey said his concern false and his guilt trip viscous as even a few audience members started to boo.

"But Harvey baby, I look and sound like really umm silly." Lewis found his voice sounding pouty again like a toddler being told off.

"But that's what you get when you RISK IT ALL!" The audience cheered "How about this Lewis, why not spin one more time and get 16,000, its still not nearly the amount you need but I think for one more change that could really help you out?" Harvey looked at Lewis and to everyone watching he seemed deeply concerned at Lewis's situation. Lewis himself almost felt it too and he did really need the money.

"OK baby, one more little spin" Lewis said still cringing at his modulated bimbo voice.

Harvey didn't hesitate as he quickly spun the wheel as the audience clapped happily.

"Interesting a blue identity segment" Harvey grinned as the wheel seemed to awkwardly stop of that spot. Harvey then quickly grabbed a card from the back of the wheel from the corresponding segment. "Oh it seems Lewis that you are no longer from Toronto Canada but instead you now from Osaka Japan!"

"Wait wh-" Lewis shouted but before he could finish the platform below him glowed and flashed "いいえ、赤ちゃん、いいえ" Lewis's hands reached to his throat as his high pitched, bimbo voice now came out with an entirely new language. Lewis started to panic as he skin changed to a warm olive undertone, his hair darkened to jet black and became more more straight and thick. Then his face began to tingle as his features began to change, his lips a little fuller, his eyelids changing shape, his eyes turning brown and his facial hair changing. When the tingle faded Lewis had now turned into a Japanese version of himself and his mind went into a frenzy "ねえ、あなたは私に何をしたの"

No matter what Lewis did the only language that came from his mouth was Japanese and with his bimbo voice even his fear and terror wasn't accurately portrayed, instead he sounded like an anime character!

"Now that is a big change Lewis or should I call you Luma now, I feel that would be more appropriate." Harvey grinned at the short Japanese man with huge hands and bimbo voice. "That's 16,000 in the bank! Now I know you were thinking about quitting here but are you sure you don't want to go for the 32,000?" Harvey's grin was leering and devious.

"いやだ、いやだ、家に帰りたいの、かわいい子ちゃん。行かせてよ、ダーリン!" (NO no no I want to go home) Lewis shouted, but as he tried to step off the platform a buzzing tingled at his feet and they remained rooted to the ground. No matter how hard he tried to move them his legs didn't budge, he was stuck!

"I don't speak Japanese but I think that's yes folks, lets spin that wheel!" Harvey shouted as he looked menacingly at Lewis who kept shouting no but all the audience heard was enthusiastic high pitched Japanese squeals.

"Look's like another green physical body transformation! let's see what happens to you next Luma!"

"それは私の名前ではありません！(That's not me name!") Lewis tried shouting and moving but Harvey purposely ignored the pleas as he read out the card.

"Oof tough luck Luma looks like that slim body is going to be buried under 400 pounds of pure fat! But that's what you get when you RISK IT ALL!" Harvey shouted and the audience went wild.

Lewis wanted to run he wanted to sprint away from the platform but his feet were almost magnetised to the material and could do nothing as it glowed and blinded him with another flash of white. Lewis felt it instantly a churning inside him, a bubbling that push outwards as his body started to gain weight rapidly. It started with his stomach that bulged and bloated until it looked like he had swallowed a watermelon whole but soon that watermelon grew to a beach ball and then a yoga ball and a massive heavy gut sagged in front of him. Lewis cried as his belly widened and soon the rest of his body started expanding trying to catch up, his arms grew thick and chunky as the fat started to dimple on his elbows, his flat chest quickly a ballooned into sagging man tits with the fat starting to sink under his armpits. His legs thickened with wobbling fat and his thighs pushed together and changed how he had to stand to accommodate the vast amount of fat being piled on to his short, stumpy frame. Lewis whimpered as even his feet and fingers exploded with fat making every part of his soft and jiggly. The weight seemed even more surmountable on his short 5 foot frame making him look comical in his new morbidly obese form.

"Woah Luma you look like a tubby little sumo wrestler!" Harvey laughed and the audience erupted with laughter as well making Lewis want to cry.

"それは私の名前ではありません!" (Help me please, I can't escape) Lewis shouted at the crowd but his bimbo voice just made them laugh more.

"That's 32,000 Luma!" Harvey yelled and the crowd cheered "Shall we make it 64,000 you are doing so well!"

"いや、もう辞める！お願いだから止めて！誰か助けて！" (No I quit! Please make it stop! Please someone you have to help me!")

"I think Luma here is in it for the grand prize, don't you?" Harvey turned to crowd who cheered louder as Harvey spun the wheel again much to Lewis's dismay.

"Yes! A random segment and the audience knows these are my favourite. This allows for the audience to be super creative so let's see what you have won!" Harvey was giddy as he pulled out the card "Oh you devil's! It seems Luma you have been given the gift of an hyper sensitive anus, one that gifts you near orgasmic pleasure with just the slightest of touches. But be careful Luma something this pleasurable can becoming addictive, some self control is going to be needed or you'll be playing with your butthole all day!" Harvey was joined by raucous laughter from the crowd as Lewis's eyes widened with shock.

Lewis tried to move, his struggles were pointless but he wasn't going to surrender! As the platform glowed Lewis shouted for help once again but his bimbo anime voice was just ignored or interpreted as enthusiasm. With a flash of light Lewis felt the tingling instantly but this time it was only in one place and it only seemed to be getting stronger. Lewis's world was then thrown around as the platform quickly rotated so his ass was pointing at the audience. Lewis let out a squeaky whimper as his asshole started to itch and burn, it wanted so desperately to be touched but Lewis was not going to give Harvey or the crowd the satisfaction.

"Go on Luma, try it out" Harvey grinned as the audience chanted.

Lewis stood firm and stared at Harvey with hate in his eyes "いいえ" (No!) however Harvey seemed unphased as he looked off camera and gave a nod to someone off stage, Lewis then saw a soft white glow below him not bright enough to flash and blind him but something then felt strange. There was a churning in his new fat stomach, a pressure was building. Lewis then looked at Harvey in shock as he felt his stomach cramp as the pressure continued to build and soon it became painful, too painful for Lewis to hold out any longer. Lewis almost felt like crying as he ashamedly let out a loud droning fart as the room full of people laughed at him hysterically.

Lewis's embarrassment was short lived as he threw his head back as a wave of pleasure rippled across his body starting from his new hyper sensitive asshole. Lewis thought he was about to cum but the pleasure ended before the orgasmic feeling of climax occurred. It was awful, it felt good but entirely unsatisfying and Lewis fought the urge to finger his asshole to get the feeling to come back so he could continue to ride the wave of pleasure until the end. Lewis then hung his head in shame as the fart and humiliation washed over him.

"Aww don't be embarrassed Luma, its a natural bodily function but now for you it causes you extreme erotic pleasure!" Harvey cackled

"お前は怪物だ!" (You are a monster!) Lewis said almost breathless as he looked at Harvey who's grin widened.

"I know." Harvey replied as Lewis was swung around again so he was facing forward and to the audience his fat gut and tits wobbling as he was turned. "64,000 is a lot of money Luma but I know you want to go for the 128,000!" This time Harvey didn't even wait for a response as he grabbed and spun the wheel as Lewis tried to process the feelings coming from his anus.

"A purple mental change segment, we haven't had one of those for a while. Now let's see what's happening to that little brain of yours Luma." Harvey plucked a card from the back of the wheel and turned to the audience to read it. "Looks like you will be joining the rainbow crew as you become an insatiable gay slut who is constantly thinking about the biggest, thickest, smelliest cock and balls around! Oh a what a treat this change also comes with a bonus outfit! Aren't you lucky Luma!"

Lewis screamed as the platform glowed below him, he had already lost so much of himself as he tugged on his short fat legs to pull them away they burned with energy and forced him to stop trying to free himself just as he was blinded by white light again. Lewis's brain then started to feel strange and dizzy, he tried to think about how he would escape but as he did the thought of 10 inch bulge entered his mind, the thick veins running down it could be seen through the briefs, the deep rank smell of sweaty crotch wafted to him, the heavy balls pressed against the underwear, Lewis almost began to drool as all he wanted to do was pull down those briefs. Lewis shook his head violently to get rid of the thought and tried his hardest to focus but slowly the thoughts of huge cocks in need of deep throating, in need of bouncing on, in need of service entered his head and all he could do was whimper as his brain was tainted by the constantly horny thoughts and his asshole begging to be touched. Thankfully, his brain was distracted as his short obese body suddenly started to become clothed, bright coloured shoes and long socks appeared on his feet, glittery bracelets appeared on his wrists, while his underwear was covered by the smallest, pink hot pants he had ever seen leading nothing to the imagination. Lewis itched uncomfortable a rainbow sequin crop top appeared over his moobs but left his big belly exposed, then lastly a big heart shaped necklaced finished his new very homosexual outfit.

"Looking good Luma!" Harvey shouted and the audience joined in.

Lewis tried to focus but it was much harder now, cocks were now always on his brain and he now he found himself looking down at Harvey's and wondering about the taste. Lewis shouted in frustration but it just came out as a cute bimbo squeal.

"Looks like you are excited to continue let's turn that 128,000 into 256,000!" Harvey laughed as he spun the wheel.

"Excellent, back to my favourite once again. Random!" Harvey excited took the card from behind the wheel while Lewis tried to reason with him.

"どうか慈悲を。もうやめたい。そんなに残酷にならないで!" (Please have mercy. I want to stop. Please don't be so cruel!) Lewis begged but Harvey didn't listen.

"Oh I love this submission. Luma it seems you are going to be inked up as you get new tattoos fitting the new you!"

Lewis didn't even fight it this time as the platform glowed below him, he had lost so much, he wasn't sure he had anything left to risk what were a few tattoos going to do to an already humiliated, 5 foot tall, obese, Japanese gay slut with oversized hands and a hyper sensitive asshole. As the light flashed Lewis winced in pain as tiny needles pricked and stabbed his arms and legs and slowly dark ink started to appear all over them. At first Lewis thought they were just faces, faces of handsome men but then more of the tattoos started to appear. Lewis groaned as his arms and legs became covered with images of muscular biceps, heavy bouncing pecs and strong round glutes. Lewis could do nothing as his arms and legs became permanently painted with images of hot muscular men all with large bulges in their pants.

"Luma they look beautiful, I am sure it won't be long before you are back getting the rest of you body covered!" Harvey grinned. "Now with 256,000 in the bank you are just two spins away from the grand prize and I think you are going to RISK IT ALL! So let's spin the wheel!"

Lewis just looked at the wheel forlornly, he may be short, fat and gay and an entirely new race but with one more spin he could pay off his debt and with another he would be able to live comfortable, although his tingly asshole told him differently. He hated what he had become but in order to not have lost everything for nothing he needed to get the jackpot.

"For 512,000 its another red body part segment. Let's see what is going to change." Grabbing a card Harvey was almost salivating as he read it, his sadistic grin frightening Lewis more. "Oh this is lucky, to match your now insatiable horny nature you will have the plumpest, poutiest lips, perfect for pleasure!"

Lewis just moaned as tears pricked at his eyes as the platform glowed and flashed, immediately starting the tingle of change in his lips. At first, the change was almost flattering his upper lip softened and swelled into a graceful bow, while the lower lip grew plush and rounded, forming a thick, pouty shape so striking that many women might have envied it. The swelling continued, slow and insistent, pushing his lips outward until the pout became exaggerated, then absurd. Their edges grew glossy and heavy, bulging into oversized, overfilled cushions that dominated his face.

Lewis hated the way they felt and as he tried to speak he found it hard to do so. Each attempt to speak made them wobble and press clumsily together, his words smearing at the edges. "やめてください" (Please'th stop) His lips had become so large and pillowy that every “s” slipped into a wet “th,” making even simple words difficult to pronounce.

"Woah now that is a trout pout!" Harvey laughed "But with that I think you have enough money to repay all those nasty debts! But I don't think you want to stop there" Harvey then leaned in closer and started with a whisper "Now are you ready Luma for the jackpot." Before screaming "Will you RISK IT ALLLLLLLLL!?"

Lewis just wanted to cry, he had truly risked everything and had been given this freakish laughing stock of a body. The only light at the end of the tunnel was that his winning may help reverse some of the changes and help him live comfortably. With a sad nod Harvey spun the wheel for one final time.

"Looks like it's one last purple mental change for the road Luma. Now let's see what you risked before you get that final reward of 1,024,000!" Harvey's eyes then glowed an almost devilish colour as he read the final card, his false sympathy barely hiding his glee "Oh dear, it seems that IQ of yours is going to plummet as you lose 40 points of it. It seems now only the simplest of thoughts will run through that empty head of yours. It seems some of the more baser instincts are going to be the dominant voice in your head, bad luck Luma!"

"いやおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおおお" (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) Lewis screamed as the platform glowed, his struggles useless as was with a flash his mind started to fuzz over. Lewis gritted his teeth and tried to hold on but he lost more and more control as he forgot his college education, everything to do with computers and any kind of critical thinking. However, the fuzz and fog still continued to take more and more from him, Lewis found it hard to think about his life up to this point, he forgot his schooling until he was left with just basic maths and vocabulary and any kind of complex thought vanished before it even started. Lewis knew it wasn't right, that he was smart, he was tall, he was Canadian but that all seemed so hard to process now instead it was much easier to accept he had always been Luma. The short, obese gay slut from Osaka who was addicted to sucking cock with his juicy fat lips and whose asshole need to be filled daily. Lewis found himself shut away as just a passenger, the old him trapped in a fog that would never clear and allow him control again, he was just short fat dumb Luma now.

"We have a winner folks, lets give it up for Luma!" Harvey cheered as Luma looked confused as he barely understood what was happening now. "Now come over here Luma and tell everyone what a Great time you had on RISK IT ALL!"

Luma waddled over as he stared up at the handsome man before looking at the camera and saying "ベイビー、あなたのペニスをしゃぶるのにいくらかかるの？(How much to suck your dick babe?)

"Now that's all we have time for this evening. Luma here risked it all and won big! You could be next, so if you want to be a winner you have to be willing to RISK IT ALLLLLLLLL. Good night everybody!" Harvey shouted as the camera's shut down and Luma was whisked away by some men in black suits as Harvey waved him off.

Immediately Payton felt strange and Clive couldn't help but smile. Payton looked at his hands as they tingled and soon the rest of his body did as well. Payton then felt strange as his hands looked swollen, no chubby and as he looked past them to his feet they too seemed pudgy. But that had to be impossible his diet was restricted and only the best foods went into his body, he hadn't eaten pizza since he was a kid but suddenly his stomach gurgled and he craved it more than anything. That and burgers, fries, doughnuts, cake, things deep fried and smothered in grease, his stomach craved it and let out a deep rumble.

Payton then looked down in shocked at his rumbling mid section to his his abs were disappearing as definition, and years and years of hard work seemed be lost in seconds as the beginnings of a belly started to form. His hard earned muscles were dissolving in front of his very eyes, his pecs were droopy, his legs thinner, his shorts tighter, his ass wider and his biceps looked deflated. "What the fuck is happening to me??" Payton yelled as he turned around to see Clive beaming and with a much smaller belly.

Payton was confused as he looked at the smiling man who remained silently happy but soon he understood why as he watched Clive's arms thin out and his biceps bulge with muscle while his own became flabby and weak.

"Make it stop!" Payton screamed as he watched fat erupt from his belly, a decades worth of work lost in seconds and buried under layer upon layer of thick fat. Payton felt like crying as he watched his pectorals swell in fullness as soft fat was squeezed into them while the muscle faded away, until all that was left were two chubby man tits sitting on top of a growing belly. A belly that was expanding further and further outwards blocking Payton's view of his feet and his crotch. It was be years until Payton would be able to see his cock without have his use a mirror to see it over his fat gut! Payton whined as he felt weaker and Clive grew stronger, Payton grabbed at his ass as it ballooned with fat becoming a shapeless wobbling mass only good for sitting on. While his arms and legs lost all definition and became doughy limbs with new folds and crevices. While Clive gained more definition his moobs had been sculpted into pectorals, his abs were now showing through his belly, his legs were toned and strong and his ass was now nice and perky. Payton was on the verge of tears, his tireless effort, the thousands and thousands of hours slaving away, denying himself pleasures just to build his body was being lost within moments!

"Please! I'll do anything please!!" Payton begged but still fat expanded his form and Clive smiled as he grew more muscular.

Usually Vikram would just sigh and awkwardly manoeuvre himself back behind the counter, his huge belly barely fitting in the slender gap as Shane cockily sauntered off with whatever he had taken, but today something changed. Vikram smiled and then pointed at Shane's back and said "You pay back what you stolen." Shane suddenly started feeling strange as a tingling sensation started at his finger tips.

As the tingling spread across his body Shane started to feel his muscles tense, his body became harder to move. Shane tried to take a step but his feet refused to move, Shane tried to speak but his voice died in his throat. Shane tried to turn his head but soon it was frozen looking forward, while his arms dropped to his sides, heavy and useless. Vikram then let out a chuckle and started to remove his clothes, carefully taking off his shoes and socks. Shane shivered with fear as his frozen body was stuck looking forward, not knowing what was happening behind him made him even more terrified and the sudden waft of nasty cheesy foot odour entered his nose. Vikram then removed his XXXL trousers and his work shirt the huge wet pit stains making a squelching sound as the shirt was folded up.

Shane was scared and confused as he then felt Vikram's hand on his back and then felt tingling feeling return. Shane suddenly felt tired, like his energy was being sapped away as if his youthful stores of energy were being stolen. Vikram just smiled as he absrobed the wave of energy and his face began to ripple and change, hair grew rapidly from his balding head, his wrinkles disappeared, his eyes changed colour, fat melted from his face and his jaw became more defined. Shane was left whining as his energy and his youth were snatched away from him as Vikram's face continued to change until it was almost an exact copy of Shane's.

Shane could only groan as the tiredness he felt seemed to grow rapidly and now his entire body felt heavy and slow. Vikram smiled in delight as he continued to siphon the youth and energy and body of Shane as his enormous belly became to sink and deflate. His arms and legs thinned out and started to show some defined muscles, his once chubby little man tits bulged into the beginnings of pectorals, while his fat ass became perky and round.

No longer was his body fat and wobbly, but toned, fit and young. No longer was it the aging body of a 50 year old but now had the vigour of 19 year lad ready to run, party and do whatever the fuck he wanted. Vikram was giddy with glee and it didn't stop there. Vikram felt his body grow not just with more muscle but also in height soon he was no longer looking up at the back of Shane but now in line with it. His skin changed from light brown to pale, pasty white. His constant sweating stopped and the nasty odour around him faded away. Vikram couldn't help but smile as he now looked exactly like the young cocky chav lad he had trapped.

Vikram removed his hand leaving Shane with little to no energy, he was unsure how he was still able to stand. Shane would have screamed if his body would have allowed it as he saw the newly transformed Vikram stand in front of him. Shane looked terrified as his clone stood in front of him and ran his fingers over his muscles, Vikram then pulled down his old stained briefs and let his new thick floppy chav cock sway in the breeze before then staring at Shane was mischief in his eyes. Vikram then grabbed at Shane's hoodie and said "You won't be needing these any longer, soon they won't even fit." Shane wanted to shout and cry as Vikram started to undress him, removing his tracksuit and his own boxer briefs and then dressing himself in them. Vikram looked at Shane's chain and watch "Eurgh cheap, knock off crap. You can keep those." Vikram stepped into what once was Shane's underwear, joggers and hoodie, leaving Shane naked and afraid. Vikram now looked exactly like Shane in every aspect, no one would have been able to tell them apart. Vikram then smiled as he picked up his old briefs, the ones wet from hours of being crammed between his obese hairy arse cheeks and stained with a thick brown dirty smudge along the back. He then happily pulled them up onto Shane, leaving the chav wincing and disgusted as he smelt the scent of dirty used underwear.

Shane then felt Vikram's hand on his shoulder again and the tingling returned and this time it didn't feel like his energy was being sucked away, no instead it felt like he was being given something, something that made his stomach gurgle. Shane felt it instantly as his once skinny frame started to balloon with fat, his flat stomach bulged outwards and jiggled, his little pecs sagged and chubbed up while his nipples became wider and erect. Hair started to sprout on his chest and nipples, sweat started to pour down his body and a faint stench started to linger around him. Shane could feel the hair on his head thinning and the colour of his skin start to darken, while English words in his head became harder to think of and new unfamiliar words in a foregin tongue replaced them.

Shane whimpered as his felt his body rapidly gain weight all over as his face and body began to look much older. His once small pale butt bloated outwards until it was two giant fatty hairy lumps of smelly ass fat. Shane wanted to cry as the world around him start to look bigger as he rapidly shrunk from his dominating 6'2 to a dumpy 5'4. Shane's hair was now darker, thinner and balding while his face rippled and morphed, losing his defined features and becoming fat and foreign to him. Shane felt his bones and muscles ache as his youth was stripped away from him and he was given the body of an obese 50 year old man with limited English and terrible sweating and foot odour.

Shane then felt the energy exchange end and the full weight of his new body and mind weighed him down, his back hurt, his asshole itched, his feet stank, his pits swampy and his face wet with sweat. Thinking English words was now a fight and instead he thought in Hindi, reading was harder and even thinking about his old life, friends and family seemed like he was trying to remember an old dream. Shane felt his emotions rush over him and he felt himself starting to cry, his life had been taken from him and instead he had been given one that he had mocked.

Vikram stepped in front of Shane and spoke in his voice, he took the chocolate bar out of the pocket of the bag and handed it to the sobbing hairy chub. "Ere you are mate, enjoy that. I hope it was worth your body, youth and future. Have fun Vikram, you won't be seeing me again you fat fuck!" Vikram laughed as he then put his middle finger up before almost skipping out of the dingy shop. Shane couldn't even respond in time as his legs wobbled under his new weight and the weight of his new life, body and future as he collapsed to the floor, the chocolate bar already starting to melt in his chubby hands.

Shane wanted to to get up and run after his body, but now even getting off the floor was a challenge, his huge over hanging gut, his wide fat arse and old weaker bones and muscles made it hard which only made Shane weep more. Shane then head the door in front of him open again and for a split second he hoped he would see his body again, that it was all some kind of trick and he was wasn't stuck as some 280 pound blob of aging hairy flesh. However, that was not the case as in stomped a god of a man, 6'6 and bulging with muscles, his aura commanding and face handsome and young. Shane found his brain telling him that it was Ravi the shop owner's son and technically his boss. Ravi then started shouting at him in Hindi and Shane winced as he found himself understanding each word. उठो, मोटे, बदबूदार, आलसी! मेरे चाचा ने कहा कि यह तुम्हारी आखिरी चेतावनी है, क्या तुम भारत वापस जाना चाहते हो, बूढ़े मूर्ख! (Get up you fat smelly slob! My Uncle said you were on your last warning, do you want to be sent back to India you old fool!) Shane panicked he couldn't be sent to another country he needed to get his body back, he needed to stay here! His unfamiliar voice then rolled out of his mouth as he begged रवि, ​​ऐसा मत करो! मैं वादा करता हूँ कि मैं और ज़्यादा मेहनत करूँगा। मैं वादा करता हूँ कि तुम जो कहोगे मैं वही करूँगा, बस मुझे वापस मत भेजो! (Please Ravi not that! I promise to work harder. I promise to do whatever you say, just don't send me back!)

Ravi sneered down at Shane before shouting in his face "तो फिर कपड़े पहनो, निकम्मे! अब से जब भी मैं कहूँ, तुम मेरी सारी शिफ्टें संभालोगे और मुझे ही पैसे मिलेंगे, वरना मैं अपने चाचा को बता दूँगा और तुम सीधे मुंबई वापस चले जाओगे! तुम्हें यहाँ मरते दम तक काम करना होगा।" (Then get fucking dressed, you loser! From now on you take all my shifts whenever I say and I still get the paycheck or else I'll tell my Uncle and you'll be on a one way flight back to Mumbai! You'll be working here until you die.) Shane then grabbed Vikram's old uniform from the side, reeking of sweat and ran to the bathroom to change. Shane just sobbed as he looked back at the new him, his new old fat body, the stench of the uniform cliging to his nose. This was his new life now, all because he took a chocolate bar. The obese, smelly man then got back to work, quietly sobbing, stacking shelves and working in a shop where he would be spending the rest of his miserable life.

Jimmy settled back to his desk, the mood of the office tense as no-one quite knew what to expect from the new guy strolling about and talking to them all. By Thursday, it was clear that Stuart wasn’t about to acknowledge his and Jimmy’s previous encounter and that, if anything, he’d actively been avoiding him until he couldn’t any longer.

“Alone at last!” Stuart teased playfully as he closed the door to his office, inviting Jimmy to sit and chat through his career goals, like he had done everyone else. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d remembered me,” Jimmy answered honestly.

 “I never forget a chaser,” Stuart answered with a chuckle. “And you were quite the admirer, as I recall!” he smirked, falling down heavily into his large chair behind his great desk. “The way you played with my big belly…” he swooned. “It was fucking hot!”

Jimmy felt his face getting warm. This wasn’t the professional talk he had expected upon his arrival. This was something much better, and he grinned from ear to ear to show Stuart just that.

“From what I’ve been told, you’re a bit of a coaster,” Stuart continued, sitting back without any intention of making any notes from this meeting. “You do what you’re asked and no more. No innovative ideas, no ambitions. You take home your paycheck and everyone’s happy?”

Jimmy considered this assessment of himself and shrugged. “I guess that’s about right,” he admitted, trying to hold back dirty images of him climbing onto Stuart’s lap and dropping his petit ass down onto the guy’s little, buried dick.

“Usually, I try to work guys like you hard, bring them around and get a bit more out of them,” the big boss admitted. “But, what can I say? I’m a sucker for a chaser!” he grinned. “I’ll make sure you have an easy ride with me in charge.”

“I do love a good ride!” Jimmy smiled flirtatiously back, letting his eyes drop down to Stuart's large gut and into his lap. Within two minutes, the office door was locked and Jimmy found himself bent over the desk, letting giant Stuart push his little dick all the way inside him. How fucking sexy was it to do it right here, in the office, like this?

“That was just like how I remembered it!” Stuart chuckled afterwards, tucking his shirt back in and strapping his belt up once more.

“Really?” Jimmy asked with a cheeky smirk. “That was even better for me!” he grinned, still swooning at the enormous older man he had just let finish inside him.

Stuart laughed and patted Jimmy on his slim, toned butt. “You’re such a fucking chaser!” he teased. “Drop and bounce a heavy belly on their back when they’re getting fucked and you all instantly start climaxing!” He kissed Jimmy on the mouth, lingering for some time as Jimmy let his hands explore his boss’ monstrous size. “I’ll let my new assistant know that you’re not to be hassled about the Owens account,” he stated; his final offering of the day.

“How come you made Matt your new assistant?” Jimmy asked, having been grumbling about the choice since it was announced yesterday. “He’s been bossing us all around like crazy this morning.”

Stuart only chuckled. “I have my reasons!” he nodded. “Matt is very ambitious and dedicated.”

“And don’t we all know it!” Jimmy sighed.

“He has quite the crush on you, y’know!” Stuart added playfully. “I spotted it straight away. You should see the way he looks over at your desk.”

Jimmy shook his head in disapproval. He had to admit that he’d picked up on the vibes from Matt in the past, given that they’d both started straight from college a couple of years ago. But Matt was far too serious, slim and sober for Jimmy to consider paying any sort of attention to. Jimmy was young, pretty and enjoying himself too much to date anyone so serious all the damn time.

“I’m sure you’ll feel differently in a few months’ time,” Stuart teased. “I’ve already started working my magic on him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jimmy asked back, surprised by the kinky tone in his boss’ voice.

“It means, poor little Matt may be getting a bit more than he bargained for by accepting this promotion!” Then he tapped his large stomach, leaving Jimmy in no doubt as to his meaning. He’d remembered seeing it on Stuart’s profile, months ago. The guy wasn’t just into chasers and having his fat body worshipped. He was also into other stuff too: feeding and fattening guys up for his own pleasure. Now that Jimmy thought about it, that had been the reason why he hadn’t rushed back for another session with him last time. At the end of their date, Stuart had laid a hand on Jimmy’s flat stomach and offered to ‘fix it’ for him. He’d almost made it sound sexy.

“It’ll never work,” Jimmy scoffed. “He plays squash three times a week.”

Stuart merely patted Jimmy on his tight rear, nudging him out of his office. “Just sit back and watch,” he winked.

“What is up with that guy today?” complained Sally a few weeks later, flushed after a frustrating run-in with Matt about a project she was running. “Yesterday my report was fine, now I’ve got to spend the afternoon fixing loads of apparent ‘issues!’” she complained.

“At least he’s out this afternoon,” nodded Wendy in full agreement. “They’re going for lunch with a client.”

“Again?” Sally shot back. “That’s the third time this week!”

“Whilst we mere mortals must make do with a simple sandwich…” Wendy joked, lifting a meagre, foil-wrapped delight from home.

Jimmy tried to stay out of the conversation. The lack of pressure on him around here had not gone unnoticed and, Sally in particular, was never one to hold back in pointing that out. He knew that she blamed Matt’s crush on him for why he was getting such an easy ride. In reality, Sally should have been looking a little higher up the food chain.

Stuart moaned loudly as he came a couple of weeks later, buried inside Jimmy’s tiny butt. He grunted, wiping his brow as he pulled back, sighing with relief. “Thanks!” he sighed . “I really needed that.”

Jimmy smiled back, turning onto his back and snuggling into the big, fat man in his bed. “That was amazing!” he cooed, knowing that he had been far too excitable and unable to hold back. He’d climaxed long before Stuart had even got into a decent rhythm. “Just what you needed after a stressful week.”

“Stressful?” Stuart asked, chuckling. “Nah, this job isn’t stressful. I have my little assistant to do everything.”

Jimmy nodded, rubbing the large man’s belly. “I think Matt’s been doing a lot of your dirty work recently. He’s pissed off a lot of people. Everyone is always very relieved to see him going out for all these lunch meetings you have.”

Again, Stuart chuckled. “Why do you think I was in such need for a bit of fun tonight? All these dinner dates with Matt are such a turn on!”

“You’re into Matt?” Jimmy asked, more than a little surprised.

Stuart shrugged. “He’s a good looking guy, but no… I’m more into what’s happening to him. The new belly he’s getting.”

Jimmy sat up. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “I haven’t noticed anything.”

Stuart raised his eyebrow in surprise. “Then you’re fucking blind!” he hooted. “The lunch meetings, admin, syrupy coffees and doughnuts are all piling on him like crazy. It’s so fucking hot to see!”

“And this is all you're doing?” Jimmy asked, surprised at the genuine joy on his boss’ face.

“Of course! I can’t resist popping out a little gut on the impressionable ones like him. In fact, I can’t believe you haven’t noticed it all on him yet! You’re a chubby chaser, right? Fresh love handles on a guy are supposed to be your area of expertise!”

“Mostly I just try to stay out of his way,” Jimmy replied, settling back down to nuzzle into the big man, confused at how all this was making him feel.

“Well, take a good look tomorrow morning,” Stuart sighed with satisfaction, rubbing his own large stomach with appreciation. “A real chaser like you will love it. Your dick is going to be as hard as a rock! Little Matty is soon to be a fatty!”

The next morning, Matt was already in Stuart’s office when Jimmy arrived. He could see them both through the open door, sipping on their morning coffees; an open box of doughnuts sitting on the table. Was Stuart pushing calories on him already? It had barely turned 9am.

Still the men were in there at 10am, more creamy coffees arriving by delivery. Was this what had been happening every morning? He checked the calendar: another lunch meeting at one. Stuart really was going for it. Then the moment finally arrived when Matt emerged. Stuart had been right to be surprised that Jimmy hadn’t noticed the gains. Now that he was looking, the shift was undeniable. Poor Matt’s pants looked as if they were pinching him uncomfortably around the hips: new, fresh love handles beginning to bloom at his sides. When he turned, a clear paunchy shape was emerging in Matt’s stomach, a surprising, new beefiness to his chest. Then there was his butt, straining against the material of his black work pants; its added heft and a definitive plushness. “Good morning, Jimmy,” the oblivious guy smiled at him, pleased to make eye contact for the first time in a while.

Caught by surprise, Jimmy managed little more than a murmur in reply. What was the right thing to do in this situation? He recognised that Matt should know what their secretly kinky boss was up to, but that would put all of them in such a difficult position. There was also that sinking feeling as Jimmy realised that Stuart had been absolutely right about one thing: for the first time in his life, Jimmy was getting aroused by Matt.

Jimmy thought he had been discreet in looking across, yet there, with his arms folded over his massive chest, was Stuart, smirking with glee at him. He raised a cheeky eyebrow and Jimmy knew, right then, that his services would be required again that evening.

Now that Jimmy had noticed Matt’s gains, he suddenly realised how much it was the subject of the ongoing office gossiping. No longer one of them, jokes were being made at the middle manager’s expense. Comments on the poor fit of his clothes were a daily occurrence, along with remarks about the extraordinary expansion of his softening rear, so altered from the slender, tight glutes they had been only a few months earlier. People who weren’t even slim themselves were joining in, taking clear enjoyment from watching a spiraling weight gain beginning to take the jumped-up, young jobsworth who had done nothing but criticise since his promotion.

Within a couple more weeks, a fullness began to appear in Matt’s cheeks. A slight double chin was building underneath his always impeccably well shaved jawline, softening his overall appearance considerably. There seemed to be a moment when Jimmy’s little paunch suddenly transformed into something more; was it the way it widened slightly? Was it the slight overhang over his belt? Jimmy couldn’t put his finger on it. All he knew was that boring, slender Matt now had an actual, undeniable gut on him.

“Stuart tells me you’ve been working hard on the Leesman account?” Matt asked, daring to venture closer to Jimmy’s desk than he did usually.

Jimmy nodded, hardly knowing where to look as the new chub was at such close proximity. It was obvious that Matt wasn’t unaware of his weight gain; his new shirts and pants, although tight, were at least a respectable size. Yet, the guy’s posture hid nothing, leaning against the wall and throwing his hips out in a way that only emphasised the tremendous swelling in his middle. He did the same when he visited Sally’s desk, his back to Jimmy now and the new, wider, underexercised glutes on show for all to see. Was it surprising that Jimmy suddenly became so fascinated by that fattened shape? Was he wrong for enjoying listening to Stuart’s horny rants about how effectively, quietly and stealthily he was fattening the younger man up? All of a sudden, work seemed to be the most erotic place on earth.

Stuart sighed with delight as Jimmy crawled out from under his desk, having worked quite diligently in his crotch for the last five minutes or so. He’d taken Stuart’s cue when he’d returned from a lunch meeting, locked the office door behind him and set to work. “Amazing, as usual!” Stuart grinned, pulling the zipper on his pants back up. “I was just getting so fucking horny seeing the way Matt overeats now, I just knew I needed some chaser’s mouth over my dick.”

“Always happy to help!” Jimmy smiled back, knowing it was his turn next. He stood next to Stuart who remained in his chair. The rotund man reached a hand to hold him close around the hips and placed his other hand on Jimmy’s pathetically hard erection. This never took long. Rather than becoming bored with these casual encounters, Jimmy felt like he had become infatuated with the man. He’d tried hard to suppress his enjoyment of watching his boss gleefully fatten up Matt, yet Stuart always managed to draw it out of him. It all felt so naughty and kinky; the eventual orgasm he had each time he admitted to Stuart that Matt’s fattening was turning him on; it was all so intense and powerful!

“The next stage is when his tits will properly come in,” Stuart stated, knowing exactly what to say to get Jimmy off quickly. “They’re already pretty soft, but you wait until you see them in a couple of months!”

Jimmy moaned. He loved imagining that. The changes. The metamorphosis.

“He hasn’t exercised in months, given how many hours he’s putting in each evening, trying to get ahead. Can you imagine how much he’d sweat trying to get his big, lazy butt around a squash court now?” Stuart asked, chuckling at the idea himself.

Fuck! There it was. Less than a minute and he’d climaxed over the floor of Stuart’s office. The big man patted him on the butt, always delighted with how simple it was to get the chaser off, then kissed him sweetly.

“You know, you could help me if you wanted..?” Stuart offered, his mind cleared of the horny fog and sharply calculating a new approach. “His double chin is coming on so rapidly now, he’s bound to look at himself in the mirror and start thinking about dieting. Now, that wouldn’t stop what’s happening to him, but it would certainly slow things down…”

Jimmy nodded. He could well believe that Stuart had the ability to throw temptation in Matt’s way, or provide quietly calorific foods that would make any diet he was on completely ineffective.

“What a fatty needs at this time is an ego boost,” Stuart continued, cupping Jimmy’s tight butt and pulling him in closer, just like he always did when he was trying to convince him to do something more adventurous with him. “You’re well aware that he has a crush on you. How great would it be for him if the cute little twink he’s fantasised about for almost three years actually started to pay him some attention?”

Jimmy hesitated to answer.

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t enjoy it. The evidence is right there all over my floor,” Suart teased him. “You’d make a mighty fine feeder’s assistant.”

“He’s not really my type…” Jimmy tried to mumble, despite knowing that Matt was now far enough away from that old, skinny frame that he had previously disliked so much.

“Oh, I know he’s not fat enough for you,” Stuart laughed. “But he could be one day, with someone else nudging him in the right direction…” He brought his mouth closer to Jimmy’s and kissed him sweetly, knowing exactly the right moves to pull in order to seduce him. “You do want to see me put those tits on him, right?” he whispered, his voice laced with temptation. “Give him that nice, soft, wide butt we talked about?”

Just as Stuart had wanted, Jimmy felt completely incapable of refusing.

It hadn’t been intentional when it happened. A few days had passed when Jimmy had been trying not to stare at the beautiful, new, thick shape to Matt’s glutes. They pressed with such determination against the material of his work pants and it was obvious, judging by how forcefully his love handles were draping over the waistband, that the new pants were now far too small to contain his ever increasing blubber. It happened in an instant. Matt turned suddenly, looking straight in Jimmy’s direction and, unable to conceal his staring, Jimmy looked down, immediately embarrassed and obviously guilty.

“Do you need any help with the new software?” Matt asked, keen for any opportunity to come over and chat.

Up close, the new fat in Matt’s face was utterly adorable. His enlarged body had such presence and the strain of a tortured shirt button was only just concealed by a tie that draped down his fattened torso. By three o’clock in the afternoon, he always developed this natural, alluring musk; the scent of which was now reaching Jimmy’s nostrils.

“No, I should be okay,” Jimmy shot back, still embarrassed from being caught checking him out.

“Do you not like me or something?” Matt asked bluntly; taking advantage of the fact that the other people who worked near Jimmy had left their desks. “Every time I come over you just seem to try and get rid of me as fast as possible.”

Jimmy flushed with even greater embarrassment. “No! It’s not that at all,” he countered. “The opposite, in fact!”

From the moment the words left his mouth, Jimmy knew he had let his nerves get the better of him. What the hell had he just admitted to?

“The opposite?” Matt asked, stunned. “You mean, you’re…”

“Forget it!” Jimmy replied, wanting this whole situation to be over. “It’s not appropriate in the work place.”

Now Matt really was grinning happily. “Jimmy?” he asked confidently. “Would you like to go for a drink with me sometime?”

Stuart had been delighted the next time he saw Jimmy. Of course Matt had gone straight to HR to declare that he had asked one of the more junior staff out on a date. The guy had never met a company protocol he hadn’t liked. “Just be sure to keep complimenting his appearance,” Stuart advised him. “And if you can get him over-eating on your date, that’s even better.”

Everything had happened so quickly, Jimmy no longer felt sure what he had actually agreed to. Matt turned up on their date looking smart, in an obviously newly purchased shirt that actually concealed most of the arch of his bulbous stomach. He was clearly the romantic type, proud to be seen alongside Jimmy and listening well to everything he had to say. 

“You’re so quiet at work,” Matt smiled, scraping the last of the cream from his dessert bowl. “I never really felt like I knew all that much about you, until this evening.”

Jimmy smiled back. He hadn’t expected to enjoy Matt’s company so much, yet the way the guy had just inhaled his dessert had been more than a little distracting. Matt ate exactly in the way Stuart had described: quickly, greedily and without any apparent self-awareness. “Do you want the rest of this?” Jimmy asked, pointing to the hefty slice of cheesecake and generous portion of ice cream left on his plate. “I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth.”

Matt’s greedy eyes looked downwards and, whether the man was aware of it or not, he licked his lips hungrily. He politely tried to refuse, but within thirty seconds, Jimmy’s full plate was being lifted up and exchanged for Matt’s emptied one.

Matt made to hold Jimmy’s hand as they strolled out of the restaurant. Jimmy felt elated by the touch: those typically warm, clammy hands of a real chub. “I had a great time this evening,” Matt smiled at him just as Jimmy’s cab arrived to take him home.

“Me too,” nodded Jimmy, unable to hold back a smile. “We should do this again sometime.”

Emboldened, Matt stepped forwards and kissed him sweetly on the lips: short and tender. On the way home, Jimmy’s head was spinning. Here he was, going home alone after a first date and yet feeling as if the night couldn’t have gone any better. Was he genuinely falling for boring old Matt?

“Well done!” chirped Stuart that next Monday morning. “I hear that you were utterly adorable and sweet on your date on Saturday? Fat boy hasn’t stopped going on about it!” he quietly nodded back towards Matt, still working away in his own office, blissfully unaware that they were discussing him.

“You guys talk about stuff like that?” Jimmy asked, unsure whether he liked his love life being a topic of conversation between the higher-ups at the company..

“Of course!” Stuart laughed. “Excellent move with the dessert by the way!” he nodded proudly. “Judging by how well he ate those doughnuts this morning, relationship gains are gonna hit him hard!”

“Relationship?” Jimmy asked, completely flustered.

“Well, not yet, obviously,” Stuart agreed. “But, in time, this is all going to work to our advantage. His weight will just spiral completely out of his control.”

Jimmy didn’t return his boss’ grin, feeling a pit of guilt in his stomach. He’d genuinely liked Matt, yet Stuart had been completely right: there was nothing in the world Jimmy wanted to see more than Matt’s weight surpassing even his wildest expectations. How much of a bad person did that make him? It certainly didn’t make him a good one.

Jimmy had been coy about a second date and, although it was clear that Matt was keen to get something in his diary, Jimmy made up excuses to delay things. He’d never been in this situation before, having someone nice actually wanting to take him out and romance him for more than just sex. But, on the other hand, Jimmy loved the chubs he casually played with. Was he ready to give that up to be with someone properly?

“I always assumed you weren’t into me,” Matt declared, kissing Jimmy in the back of a gay bar they’d gone to after a second dinner out together. Several handsome guys had gazed hungrily over in Jimmy’s direction, wondering curiously what a handsome twink like him was doing with such a pot-bellied guy. 

“I didn’t used to be,” Jimmy replied honestly.

“Oh yeah?” Matt asked, grinning from ear to ear as he held the pretty boy’s slim hips in his hands. “What changed?”

Jimmy felt embarrassed again. He’d never been shy about telling chubs how much he liked their bodies before. Yet, this felt different. “I just prefer the more rugged look you’ve got going on now,” he finally offered, pinching Matt’s shoulders as if to pretend that the man had been getting stronger over the last few months, instead of irredeemably fatter.

“Seriously?” Matt asked, as keen as a puppy. “I wouldn’t really call it ‘rugged’,” he replied candidly. “It’s more that I’ve just reached that time in life when it’s super easy to pile on the pounds without even realising it.”

“Well, whatever it is…” Jimmy smiled back, moving his hands to cup Matt’s wide butt for the first time. “...It’s definitely working for you!”

Overwhelmed with delight, Matt kissed him passionately in the back of that bar; their hands finally free to roam where they liked.

“You’re a genius!” Stuart chuckled, leaning back in his chair, unbuckling his pants and pulling the material wide so that Jimmy would be able to wrap his lips over his shaft. “You wouldn’t believe how much I just watched Matt eat after you told him that you like him fat.”

“I didn’t say it like that,” Jimmy replied, getting down on his knees despite disapproving of the fact that the two men had been discussing him again.

Stuart reached out a hand and held Jimmy’s porcelaine face, admiring it with pride. “Well, whatever it was you said, it’s fucking working. He’s eating like an absolute pig!”

Jimmy knew that it must have been no exaggeration, for, in almost no time at all Stuart was unloading straight into his mouth.

“I’m starting to think that you could actually get him even bigger than me,” Stuart declared as he took Jimmy’s erection into his hand afterwards, still sitting in his chair and wrapping his other arm around Jimmy’s hip. “He’s just got this quality about him; this natural greed! He’s already at least a hundred and thirty pounds up. We could take him seriously far!”

Jimmy couldn’t deny how much the idea turned him on. In his mind, he envisioned the 300lb Matt ballooning to beyond even Stuart’s size, soon finding he was shooting violently across the floor.

“It’s fun, isn’t it?” Stuart chuckled afterwards, once all the mess was cleaned up and the pair looked respectable enough to return to their day. “Being a feeder is the best thing in the world.”

Jimmy didn’t need to respond. Stuart knew what he was even better than he knew himself. He’d passed some invisible threshold into a land he could never return from. Jimmy wasn’t just a simple chaser anymore.

“I was thinking…” Matt mused at the end of their fourth date. “Maybe you would like to come back to my place afterwards?”

Jimmy smiled with embarrassment and nodded. Whilst he’d enjoyed their dates, he’d never felt so attracted to someone like this in his life. Even in the short couple of months since their first date, he’d witnessed Matt packing on at least another 20lbs. More, according to Stuart’s estimates. “I’d like that,” he nodded, feeling like he needed to downplay his overwhelming arousal.

Upon reaching Matt’s place, the pair settled into a kissing marathon on the couch. With no prying eyes on him, Matt’s hands traveled more cheekily over Jimmy’s slender body and he moaned loudly with horny appreciation to have the twink at long last. When he disappeared off to the bathroom, Jimmy got up to take a look around. Although it had undoubtedly been nice when Matt moved in, the place now had all the hallmarks of a typical lazy chub’s apartment: piles of papers and unsorted items on table tops, a refrigerator full of beers and snacks, empty pizza boxes filed away next to the trash. ‘Is this all he eats?’ Jimmy asked himself, chuckling as he opened the cupboard to see all the boxes of cookies, bags of potato chips and packages of doughnuts.

“Are you ready?” Matt called, stepping out from the bathroom, completely naked.

Jimmy hadn’t expected Matt to undress himself in there, and the sight was almost overwhelming. Matt grinned with an undeserved confidence: his very average-sized dick standing to attention like it anticipated Jimmy to be filled with awe for it. In fact, it was almost laughable that Matt still expected his naked form to inspire such arousal. Didn’t he see the tits on himself? The depth of his belly button? His arching stomach and the little pouch of fat that was beginning its attack on his shaft; gradually engulfing it alongside the flabby inner thighs. It was as if every bit of junk food in Matt’s cupboards had been pumped and pasted onto his previously thin body. The way his love handles rippled as the man strutted over to him was almost too much to bear. Within moments, the fat man was undressing him hungrily, pulling Jimmy’s hands onto his wide, unconditioned rear like he had no understanding of how disgutingly out of shape he had become.

When Matt finally pulled out Jimmy’s dick, he moaned with surprise and lust. He hadn’t expected Jimmy to be so much bigger than himself, hungrily dropping to his knees to suck it. Although Jimmy sighed with pleasure, Matt’s lack of experience with sucking guys off was clear, lacking all tenderness; his mouth bouncing up and down with a speed that only highlighted how insanely horny he was himself.

Back in the bedroom, Matt’s clear fixation with Jimmy’s butt was only going to lead to one thing. Jimmy spun around, pushing his tight ass out and angling it in a way that had always assisted these chubs to get themselves in. In no time at all, Matt’s skin had become clammy, burning more calories than it had in months as it thrusted in and out. The moans and the heavy breathing was all making Jimmy so hard and he actually came from the slightest touch of Matt’s hand stimulating him at the same time. When Matt finished himself, mere seconds afterwards, he pulled himself out and lay back in the bed victoriously. He smirked as if he thoroughly expected Jimmy to tell him he was the greatest lover he had ever had: that no one had ever made him orgasm in the way Matt just had. It was all so adorable and cute; like this chub was more innocent and naive than any of the others Jimmy had enjoyed in the past. He soon snuggled up to him and fell blissfully asleep.

Matt was utterly smitten. Although Jimmy had made it clear that he wasn’t ready to be an item, the doughy man still occasionally gazed across the office at him with a sickly grin of adoration. In the month that followed, Matt’s jawline seemed to further melt away, his bulbous stomach gathering greater mass. “You wouldn’t believe what a little sex can do to a chub’s appetite!” Stuart chuckled, like their plan was working out perfectly. “I feel like I’ve created a monster!”

Jimmy quietly sucked away in the boss’ crotch, always horny to hear the changes the feeder had noticed. He had such a way of describing Matt’s ever swelling body and the gradual changes towards greater obesity.

“He knows you're a chaser,” Stuart stated next. “We went out for beers after a late meeting one night and I got him a little drunk. He says you kiss his belly all the time when you’re having sex.”

Jimmy stopped sucking and looked up anxiously. It didn’t matter that the guys were talking about him again. A sudden panic filled him. Had he fucked up? He couldn’t help but want to worship Matt’s swelling ball of fat whenever he got the chance to see it. But had he forgotten all subtlety?

“Relax!” Stuart cooed down to him. “This is what we want. He’s hardly going to rein in his appetite when he knows the twink he’s been infatuated with for years is into his new size.” He held his hand atop of Jimmy’s head, staring reassuringly into his eyes. “You’re doing well,” he smiled proudly. “You kiss that big, fat belly of his as much as you want, okay?”

Jimmy nodded, then felt his head being swiftly guided back onto Stuart’s dick as the big man leaned back further and moaned in pleasure.

It was obvious how much Matt wanted to pin Jimmy down into a relationship. He discussed wanting Jimmy to meet his family, take romantic weekends away and do all those generic things, like some basic straight couple, taking selfies together in the colours of Fall. Armed with the belief that Jimmy was a chaser, he seemed to unleash, and almost revel in, his own appetite. He had a taste for beer and a preference for any food which lacked any sort of nutritional value. Even in the short few weeks they had been sleeping together, it was obvious how much softer Matt was getting: great love handles draping over his pants. Large, puffy arms fitting awkwardly into t-shirts, and creases of back fat becoming ever more extreme.

“I do want to be with you,” Jimmy explained, lying contentedly in bed next to the easily 350lb glutton Matt had transformed into. “It’s just…”

“There’s someone else,” Matt sighed, always knowing that Jimmy had been hung up on another man.

“But, you’re the one I want,” Jimmy smiled, more sure of this now than ever before. “Things with this other guy are just… messy,” he sighed.

As he said it, Jimmy understood how deeply entangled he felt in the whole situation. Stuart was his boss and, more than that, he’d been on this crusade with Jimmy to ensure Matt had swollen to the size he was today. Stuart wasn’t to know that Jimmy’s feelings for Matt were real. In fact, Jimmy could imagine the skeptical look on the guy’s face if he ever tried to explain that to him: “Chasers like you only ever care about the blubber!” Stuart had told him over and over. “You’ll always be looking out for the next fatty who can’t tie his own shoelaces,” he chuckled, patting Jimmy on the back like it was the thing he loved about him most of all. “That’s just the way you are!”  His meaning was clear: Guys like Jimmy weren’t built for relationships. Understanding that was key. No happiness would ever be found in denying himself access to every chub who took his fancy.

With the work day over and most folks disappearing, Jimmy made his way to Stuart’s office and closed the door.

“Hello, my kinky little chaser!” the big man beamed, knowing that there was usually only one reason why Jimmy came in at this time. He cleared space on his desk presumptively and rolled his chair back, patting the extremely limited space on his knee for little Jimmy to sit himself down. “What can I do for you?”

Jimmy took a chair to the side instead, letting Stuart know immediately that this would not be like normal.

“Oh, let me guess!” Stuart huffed. “Matt’s got to you, hasn’t he?”

“I owe it to him to see if we can make it work,” Jimmy nodded. His eyes were fixated by the tremendous fat oozing under the man’s arms from his chest and back fat. It was all so damn sexy. He’d have to wait months, or even years to develop anything like that on Matt; if, indeed, he ever could.

Rolling towards him, Stuart took Jimmy’s delicate hand and pulled him up until he’d got him sitting on his knee, just as he’d first wanted. With Jimmy’s hands draped over his shoulders, he kissed him sweetly. “Well, I guess there’s no talking you out of that,” he sighed, kissing Jimmy more deeply and unbuttoning his own shirt to let the great lard out, as if to show Jimmy what he would be missing out on.

Jimmy was such a sucker for it all. This was perhaps the quality that he found most alluring about Stuart. Not only was he the boss, but he exuded authority in everything he did. He knew what he wanted and he didn’t overthink how he went about things in order to get it.

“One last time?” Stuart asked after it was clear that he had successfully wound Jimmy up into kissing him deeply back, rubbing his hands all over the giant belly of lard.

Jimmy nodded, standing up and letting the fat man unbuckle his pants for him, rolling down his underwear and spinning him around to get a look at the tight little ass he had fucked more time than he could count. With a horny slap across the cheeks, Jimmy knew to fall over the desk and spread his legs. An appreciative groan sounded from the sitting man behind him; his thick, sausage-like fingers tracing over the hole he was about to penetrate. With a miniscule bottle of lubricant always to hand, Stuart massaged it in, taking more time than usual to enjoy the view. Then, standing up, he unbuckled his own pants and attempted to insert himself. As always, Jimmy assisted, knowing that Stuart’s giant belly always prevented him from doing this smoothly. Then, once in place, the big man dropped his giant gut onto Jimmy’s small back and set to work, building up a sweat.

Despite how good this all felt, Jimmy knew this was the last time; both of them appreciating every last sensation and taking none of it for granted.

It was the light that Jimmy noticed first, as the room suddenly became much brighter. Then, he realised with horror that, not having expected any of this to occur, he hadn’t actually locked Stuart’s office door.

“Don’t come in!” the big man growled, but far too late. There in the doorway was none other than Matt himself.

Jimmy’s eyes were wide with horror. He wanted to shrink away into nothing but was pinned down by the massive weight on top of him. He moved his hands to try and hide his face, despite knowing that it was all pointless. Matt’s eyes had travelled from his sweaty, open-shirted boss, down to the little twink with his tiny butt pressed tightly into the man’s fat-swollen crotch.

“Get dressed, both of you,” Matt simply stated; his voice disguising an obvious seething beneath the surface. “I’ll see you in my office in two minutes.”

Jimmy and Stuart were silent as they got dressed again. No blame was given for the failure to lock the door. It was obvious that they had both been at fault. Jimmy followed his boss across to Matt’s office but was hastily told to wait outside whilst Matt spoke to their boss alone. Not a single raised voice was heard from within. Stuart emerged ten minutes later, unwilling to even make eye contact with Jimmy as he simply strolled back to his office and shut the door.

Now Matt gazed at Jimmy as if the spell he’d always cast over him were completely shattered. “Go home, Jimmy,” the man simply threw at him, obviously disgusted by his conduct. “And just be thankful you still have a job to come back to tomorrow.”

Jimmy didn’t try to message either of the men that night. He felt ashamed and crest-fallen. So this was why folks didn’t take their romances into the workplace. As much as he complained about it and tried to do as little as possible whilst he was there, he knew he’d be fucked without this job. What sort of a reference would he get when Matt informed HR about what he had been up to in Stuart’s office?

Stuart’s departure was announced the very next day. The big man called them into the conference room and explained that he would be wrapping things up at the end of the week, patting Matt on the back like they were still best friends and offering him his full backing to take over his role. So that had been Matt’s move? He’d kept things quiet in order to secure a promotion for himself? It hadn’t been something Jimmy would have expected from him.

Despite his best efforts, neither of the men made eye contact with him. Stuart left without ceremony that Friday and Matt began his new role the following Monday. Jimmy’s workload increased to a more expected level, and life just seemed to trudge onwards as if nothing had ever happened at all.

To say that Matt was an unpopular choice for the top position was an understatement. His manner was so uncompromising, and often dictatorial. People complained bitterly and resented the way he was going about increasing the company’s profitability. Quite unsurprisingly, they chose to make fun of his weight in a way they never had done with Stuart; calling him names behind his back and noting with amusement just how tight his shirts fitted each day. It was undeniable that the guy was putting on weight faster than ever before, with pure lard oozing into his midsection, fluffing up his arms and adding quite staggering heft to his thighs and butt.

Jimmy knew he couldn’t stay. It was all just far too difficult. He felt so guilty about how he had handled things, he didn’t even allow himself the opportunity to feel sorry for the great loss he had experienced when Matt walked away from him. His heart had broken without anyone to help him pick up the pieces.

“Jimmy! A word in my office, please!” called out Matt in his usual impatient tone. 

“It sounds like he got your letter,” smiled Wendy, knowing that Jimmy had successfully picked up a new role in a company across town.

“Good luck!” whispered Ben, watching Jimmy walking towards that fearsome office.

“Shut the door,” snapped Matt the moment Jimmy was over the threshold. He was holding the resignation letter in his hand and trotted around the desk, dropping his heavy body down into Stuart’s old chair. “So, you’re off then?”

Jimmy nodded.

“Stuart gave you a reference, did he?”

Again, Jimmy nodded. He knew he was in dangerous territory. One call from Matt and this new company would withdraw that job offer in a heartbeat.

“Good,” Matt nodded. “It’s the least he could have done after messing you around like that.”

Jimmy frowned. He knew he should be pleased that Matt didn’t automatically blame everything on him, but, in reality, it had been just as much his fault as Stuart’s.

“I think this new job will be good for you,” Matt seemed to consider. “It’s about time you spread your wings and explore other options.”

Jimmy sighed. “I was very happy working here,” he answered meekly.

“Well, like you said… things got messy, didn’t they?” Matt scolded him.

Again, Jimmy nodded. He’d deserved that. “Do you think you’ll ever forgive me?” he asked, knowing that there would never be another opportunity.

Matt sighed. “I always knew we weren’t exclusive,” he conceded. “But it’s hard to shake the feeling that you and Stuart were both lying and playing games behind my back.”

Jimmy couldn’t deny it. That had been almost exactly what had been happening.

“But, if you’re not working here anymore, that will undoubtedly make things easier,” Matt stated.

“Easier?” Jimmy asked.

Again, Matt sighed. “I’ve discovered that I’m something of a stress-eater,” he explained, flapping his tie over his shoulder and rubbing the great expanse of his rotund gut. The buttons looked tortured and the fat in his chest had never looked so expansive. “I’ve gained thirty-five pounds in just under two and a half months.”

“I see,” Jimmy replied solemnly, trying to conceal his great preference towards the extra bulk. “And how do you feel about that?”

Matt shrugged. “It is what it is,” he answered. “I eat too much and this is the consequence. I didn’t mind it when I had you to enjoy it all,” he smirked, grabbing a wedge of his plush belly fat and jiggling.

“You know, I’d never fuck up again like that,” Jimmy stated with absolute determination to have one final chance with Matt. Perhaps, now he wasn’t going to be working here every day, things could be different. “You say the word and it’s you and me. Exclusive. Forever.”

Matt’s face dropped and he raised an eyebrow, sitting up in a much more professional manner. “This isn’t the place to discuss that,” he scolded Jimmy. Then, with a small grin on his fat-bloated face, he added. “But I’d be quite happy to talk about it over dinner tonight instead.”

Jimmy only saw his old work colleagues at the annual Christmas parties these days. Despite the company’s success under Matt’s leadership, the man never chose to linger for more than an hour or so, knowing that the party would only truly get started once he was out of their way. He looked so handsome with his wide, bulbous rear and thick love handles surpassing the width of even his gigantic back, filled with fat from his shoulder blades and even extending into his enormous, puffy arms. He’d made a beeline for the buffet table, balancing the comically small plate up against the large shelf of his stomach as he stood chatting with some of the newer, more senior hires.

Despite the nostalgic vibes Jimmy felt at seeing all his old friends, he knew that things were never going to be the same. He’d married the boss and become an outsider since he’d left the company. An hour was pretty much all he could stand of the awkward chit chat, and he was quite happy to have his husband’s large, sweaty palm take his and lead him away from the party. 

“There we are,” Matt sighed in relief once they were back in the car. “I’ve shown my face. Now, let’s get some pizza and head home.”

“Pizza!” Jimmy laughed. “I’ve just watched you systematically destroying that buffet for the last hour.”

“So?” Matt chuckled back. “The company paid for that buffet. Plus, I always get pizza on a Friday night. It’s part of the reason why you love me so much,” he joked, tapping his enormous gut that burst its way forwards towards the steering wheel.

“One of many reasons,” Jimmy nodded, kissing his five hundred pound lover on the cheek. Having joined Matt’s family, it no longer surprised him how large the man had grown: the cousins, the aunts, the uncles, they were all the same: greedy and rapid expanders as soon as their metabolisms crashed in their early twenties.Although Stuart had always enjoyed feeling responsible for making Matt grow in those early days, Jimmy started to understand that perhaps the man was merely enabling a process that was already naturally underway.

“Are you sure you’re okay with leaving this early?” Matt checked one final time.

“Of course not,” Jimmy smiled, placing his hand on the only part of Matt’s thigh that wasn’t engulfed by resting stomach fat. Even after all these years, there was nowhere he’d rather be than at this man’s side. His perfect match.