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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.