Certainly no one would push him around now, at 6 '3 he had always been tall but now after years of careful diet and exercise he had the physique to match his stature. Catching his reflection in a gym mirror Chester couldn’t help but tense and flex his muscles. His pecs popped under his tight shirt and the veins bulged along his arms and over his boulder like biceps. Chester flashed himself a smile, his bleached perfect grin framed by his sharp chiseled jaw made him distinct and handsome. His piercing green eyes would make any girl blush and his quiffed, thick brown hair gave him a more youthful appearance. However, what really attracted the ladies was the humongous bulge in his tight trousers. A thick 8 inches strained against Chester’s tight black briefs. Sadly, in his youth he was not aware of how endowed he was and it wasn’t until his late twenties he finally lost his virginity, however he had more than made up for it now. With his mature good looks and his sizable wealth Chester simply just had to walk into one of his gym and within moments he would find his sexual prospect for the evening. Chester coughed as he snapped himself from his own reflection and he quickly adjusted his growing boner in his trousers. With his cock throbbing Chester continued his tour of the gym.
Strolling along the central corridor of his gym Chester observed his clientele, many were young and most of them were fit. It made Chester swell with pride, he had created a place where people could better themselves, stopping them from becoming the disgusting pigs and slobs that trundled around outside. Chester despised the overweight, he knew first hand that it was no excuse and that anyone with self control, motivation and perseverance could become a better version of themselves. It’s why he encouraged them to come to his gym but gave them their own space so the rest of the people didn’t have to look at them. It was marketed as a safe space, for the stick thin and the tubs of lard to feel comfortable but really it was so no one had to watch them struggle and sweat. Grimacing Chester headed towards an unremarkable white door, neatly labeled ‘Sanctuary’. As he opened the door a wave of sweat and stench washed over Chester and he already regretted his actions as he stepped through the doorway and saw the rows of obese and underweight people trying their hardest. However, before the white door closed a wisp of emerald green smoke followed the rich, handsome business man inside and lurked in his shadow.
Chester watched with disdain as the obese blobs bounced around the room, their clothes drenched in sweat and a foul odor wafting around them. Taking a few steps closer into the ‘safe space’ he had created, Chester knew he should feel pity for the people around him. The stick thin teenager barely lifting a ten pound dumbbell, the bald hairy obese man pumping his stubby legs on a exercise bike and the small group chubs desperately trying to follow the instructors exercises in the central space should have filled Chester with pride, he was helping these people get fit after all, but somehow it only filled him with disgust and memories he would rather forget. Chester suddenly felt uneasy as he watched a man in his early twenties wobble past him, his shirt too tight giving you a detailed view of his large man boobs and his bloated stomach. Chester knew what it was like to be like that, to feel your own body quiver and shake with every step, to know everyone was looking at you for the wrong reasons and to feel every inch of your body sweat from just walking around. Chester’s unease soon turned to anger and then to revulsion. As those feelings bubbled inside him the Trickster’s power grew and the green demon rose from the shadows.
Chester’s face twisted into a cruel sneer, his contempt for the people around him reaching its peak. Chester turned to leave, thoughts of increasing the membership prices for those that used the safe sanctuary swimming in his head. However, before he could fully escape Chester found himself almost stepping onto a small, chubby, meek looking man carrying an open container of protein powder. With no time to react Chester crashed into the sickly, little fellow and caused the oversized tub of powder to spill over everyone. Chester was quick to recover while the weak little man found himself sprawled out on the floor, his small gut poking out from the bottom of his gym shirt. Chester looked down, not at the man but at his clothes, his shoes, trousers and shirt were ruined and there was no way he could continue his tour and his further financial meetings he had planned covered in the chalk like dust. Yet another inconvenience and coupled with his contempt, Chester became enraged.
“YOU STUPID MORON! LOOK WHERE YOU ARE GOING, MY CLOTHES ARE RUINED! Chester boomed as the man on the floor struggled to his feet. “WHAT WERE YOU DOING HIDING BEHIND ME LIKE THAT!”
The smaller tubby man barely squeaked out an apology before Chester turned to one of his employees by a counter.
“YOU! Go grab me a set of clothes from the front desk, sweats, hoodie, socks, sneakers, XXL. NOW!” Chester roared.
“Yes, of course! Right away Mr Beaumont sir!” the young employee almost sprinted out of the safe space, there was no way he was going to let the CEO down.
Chester snarled as he tried to brush some of the powder off of him only to find more of it in his hair and on his face. “FUCK” Chester cursed to himself as he realised he would have to shower to remove all the powder from his body, he had a meeting in 40 minutes that he needed to attend. Stomping over to the desk his employee was just at Chester grabbed a bundle of towels and barrelled through the gym to the safe space changing rooms, unaware the tubby little man was following and still trying to apologise for the mess.
Chester barged past anyone in his way as he found a place to strip from his dust covered clothes. Almost ripping the shirt from his torso Chester revealed his toned six pack abs and round perky pecs. Kicking off his shoes and yanking down his trousers, his long thick tree trunk muscled legs flexed as Chester hurriedly gathered his ruined clothing before finally tugging down his black designer briefs. This allowed for his thick flaccid cock to dangle and for his pert round arse to be exposed to the cold air of the changing room. Growling, Chester marched into the shower cubicle and started the stream of hot water. Scrubbing himself clean the water both cleansed his body and his mind as Chester found himself calming down. Taking a deep breath and allowing the water to run down his chiseled body, Chester felt his muscles relax. He had plenty of time to get to his meeting and he owned the gym so his accountants and employees wouldn't care if he turned up in his own gym branded clothing. With another deep sigh Chester made sure the powder was gone from his hair and face before stepping out of the cubicle and grabbing one of the towels and beginning to dry his face. Only once he began to dry the rest of his body did he notice the small, chubby man from before standing, leering at his naked body.
“Oh Shit!” Chester exclaimed as he grabbed his fat cock and balls in an effort to shield himself from his unwanted observer.
“Shit sorry, sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to linger!” The smaller man almost whimpered out; however, his gaze never left Chester naked body. “I just really wanted to apologise about before.”
“Fuck you scared the shit out of me, what the fuck are you doing waiting for me to get out the shower like that. It’s fucking creepy” Chester snapped before regaining his composure and pulling out his towel to cover himself.
The smaller man stuttered but eventually blurted out his response in a hasty jittery way “I’m sorry, I know it's weird but I just feel awful about before and then when that guy called you Mr Beaumont and I knew you had to be ‘the’ Mr Beaumont who owns the gym. I couldn’t just leave it and I just wanted to say I am really really sorry, you are such an inspiration to me and I couldn’t have my idol mad at me.” The chubby man continued to get flustered as his face reddened the more he spoke.
Chester was already bored with the flabby man's blatherings, the little creep just kept talking and was barely taking a breath, it looked like he might pass out any minute. Tired of the groveling apology Chester finally stopped the man.
“Enough! It’s fine. I’m clean now and my spare clothes will be here any moment. Now would you mind? I would like some privacy” Chester didn’t even make eye contact with the meek pathetic little man as he turned away from him and then went on with toweling himself off, flexing his muscles and once again exposing his gargantuan cock as he dried his balls and arse.
An unfortunate mistake on Chester’s part because if he had looked at the man he had just dismissed he might have seen his eyes glow a deep emerald green and sensed he might have been in danger, but alas Chester was far to busy making sure his arse crack was dry to notice.
The little man smiled and his eyes glowed, his weak whimpering voice oxymoronic when the mouth speaking it was twisted into an evil, devious looking grin. “Oh thank you sir, thank you. I am sorry to bother you, I really am, but I don’t know when else I would get this opportunity to actually ask ‘the’ Chester Beaumont. See I have always been chubby and weak and pathetic, but really I want to be like you. Successful, handsome, confident, I just want to know how you got to be like that?”
Chester smiled at the flattery, easing his demeanour slightly as he let his guard down, giving a deep sigh Chester stood up, his naked body on display. Although still not looking at the weaker man Chester gave a small smile. He was asked this all the time by fatties and chumps alike and he always gave the same rehearsed answer. Turning towards the man, Chester puffed out his chest and gave his muscles a small but visible flex.
“You want to know how I got where I am today? Well the answer is motivation. There was a turning point in my life where I made a promise to myself to change and from that moment all of my focus, my drive and my motivation has derived from that point. You just need to make that promise to yourself and find your motivation.”
“Wow that is amazing Mr Beaumont” The little man said, his insincerity went unheard to Chester. “But sir, I have to ask… what was that moment for you?”
Chester chuckled, now that was private and he had quite enough of giving out free advice to creeps in the locker room. Chester turned to shoo the man away but as he turned to face the little man a wisp of green smoke darted up his nose and a sharp pain vibrated his brain and without warning Chester found himself speaking against his will.
“Well it happened when I was 18 years old, I was a freshman in college taking my first shower in the dorms.” Chester’s face looked panicked, he had never spoken of this to anyone, why was he telling this stranger and why couldn't he stop?!
“I was fat, I mean more than just a little chubby. I mean you wouldn't even be able to see half of my cock under my flabby stomach. I had just stepped out of the cubicle when some asshole football player decided to make me the centre of his mockery. He flexed his muscles next to me and ridiculed my body, the humiliation and embarrassment I felt buried itself deep into my brain. The things he said have stuck with me forever, including the nasty nickname he gave me… Chubby Chester. I vowed from that day to never be fat, weak and pathetic ever again and so in a way I have him to thank for turning me into this godly alpha stud I am now.”
Chester then found himself giving an awkward bicep pose, his mind reeling from the fact he had spilled his deepest and darkest memory. Chester then looked at the man he had just exposed himself to and a shiver ran down his naked body, the man no longer looked weak or small, he looked frightening. The twisted smirk and the look of hunger in his eyes screamed danger but Chester couldn’t even look away from him, he just stood stupidly and stiffly flexing his bicep.
“That is interesting Chester. The man you are today is all down to those nasty things that bully said.” The smaller man said with a confidence and conviction that Chester did not expect, where had the whimpering, stuttering weakling gone. Chester knew he had to leave but his body refused to listen, leaving him paralyzed in his own body as the smaller man continued to speak. “Very interesting indeed, but you know what would be even more interesting, to know what would have happened to big ole Chubby Chester if that bully had never said a thing”.
Then with a blood curdling laugh the little man exploded into green smoke. The dense emerald green fog wrapping itself around Chester and invading his body, barrelling in through his nose, mouth, ears and any other orifice it could find until all of it was gone and Chester fell to his knees coughing and spluttering, trying in vain to catch his breath and understand what had just happened to him.
Reeling from the assault of green smoke Chester tried to understand what had just transpired and what he had inhaled and who was the creep responsible. On all fours Chester tried to catch his breath, his body still slick, the naked man looked like a prize stallion after a race, his muscles gleaming, his chest heaving and his monstrous cock and balls swaying. After a few moments Chester eventually controlled his breathing and the gluttonous amount of green smoke appeared to leave him unharmed. Staring at the cold tiled floor below him Chester glanced at his hands, did they appear somehow different? The skin looked fresher and more taunt than usual. Chester's mind immediately dismissed the idea as ridiculous since he had more pressing issues than the skin on the back of his hands to worry about, he had just watched a man explode into green gas and then invade his body! Was it a dream? Was he sick? Was the protein powder he was covered in really a different substance altogether? His rivals in the business world were devious but drugging him would be a whole new level of insanity.
Standing up Chester looked over his body and then he looked to the mirror in the changing room. There was no trace of the powder or the green smoke, his face looked normal… although looking closer did his face look less weathered? His wrinkles looked less defined, his furrowed brow smoother and the crows feet around his eyes looked less obvious. It was just like his hands, was it just a trick of the light or something else. Chester took a step closer to investigate his face but before he could get closer to the mirror a painful twisting feeling erupted from his stomach causing Chester to lurch and hunch over in pain. Chester had never felt such a feeling that swirled in his gut, it made his torso feel heavy and sluggish. Chester could feel the energy from the rest of his body being sucked into it as he suddenly felt tired and lethargic. Feelings he had not felt unless he was seriously unwell, foreign feelings he did not feel as someone whose diet and exercise were masterfully planned. Chester yelped as the churning feeling expanded, the pain low level but ebbing away, akin to the bothersome pain of trapped wind but like a creature growing and developing inside of him. In a desperate attempt to alleviate the pain Chester got himself into an awkward squat and pushed, perhaps the green gas would come out another way. Blushing red the respected millionaire, squatted naked and attempted to fart to relieve the pressure and expanding feeling in his gut. Chester felt humiliated as no gas escaped his ass, if a rival was filming this it would certainly be an embarrassment. Yet, even his animal like pose and pushing would not stop the feeling, in another futile effort Chester pushed on his abs in attempt to push out the expansion in his gut and as his fingers gripped himself Chester’s eyes opened wide, not from pain, not from relief, not from a large embarrassing expulsion of gas but from shock because when he gripped his rock hard six pack…it felt soft.
Almost forgetting the pain, Chester quickly stood upright. Chester gasped as he looked down, his sculpted, rock hard abs were gone and instead was just a soft toned flat stomach. It was impossible, he dieted perfectly, exercised constantly, he was always a peak physical specimen. How could he be soft? Looking over to his reflection, it wasn't the only part of him that looked softer. The definition on his legs was gone, the veins on his arms were no longer visible and did his ass look wider and chunkier?! Panicking Chester felt the rest of his body, it was softer but more worryingly it was fatter!
As the horror and realisation hit Chester like a truck, so did his rapidly fattening body. Almost comically Chester watched as his pecs swelled like balloons both reaching the size of two small watermelons before they suddenly fell with a wet slap as they instantly went from hard muscle pectorals to fat man boobs. The once small petite nipples on each swelling to huge pepperoni sized teets which gave his chest a much more feminine appearance. Catching his new set of man tits Chester felt an old humiliating, repressed feeling beginning to bubble as he felt his new flabby moobs bounce. Looking back at his reflection his face turned white with fear as he saw his body softening with fat, whimpering under his breath Chester watched as his cock shrank away as it started to become engulfed and swallowed by the monster that was his growing stomach and huge fat pad. Chester wobbled in fright as his legs grew flabby, a wave of fat gathering above the knees, while more gathered around his hips and ass giving him back a pear-shaped body he had worked so hard to escape. Chester was flustered but knew he needed to get out, he needed help or at least he needed someone to witness the horror that was happening to him. Turning to the bench where his dirty clothes were bundled Chester grabbed his old designer briefs, his body wobbling as it did only making Chester quicken his actions. Chester pulled at the underwear and desperately tried to get them on, the expanding millionaire could barely pull them up his flabby legs as they dug into his fattening thighs. Chester grabbed his now shorter flaccid cock and shoved it into the pouch before one final tug upwards causing the small briefs to become wedgied up his growing ass. Chester turned to grab more of his clothes but to his shock and dismay they were gone!
Chester stood panicking, his body continually bloating, he needed to leave but he couldn't go waddling out like this, with his fat tits and dimpled ass out on display. A familiar tsunami of repressed embarrassment and shame crashed into Chester as his confidence dwindled away and more hidden infantile emotions took over. He was clearly in danger but the thought of his fattening body plodding along through a busy gym was just too much for him to take. In his hesitation Chester could feel his ass expanding, his underwear more close to a thong now. Turning his back to the mirror, Chester was bright red with embarrassment as his hips expanded and his ass cheeks took on gargantuan proportions giving him the huge dump truck booty he use to have. Chester sniffled as he looked at his dimpled, rippling fat ass… wait the ass he use to have?! Looking back at the mirror and finally getting close enough to inspect his face, it wasn't a trick of the light his wrinkles and lines had faded, he wasn’t just getting fat, he was getting younger along with everything else he had when he was younger including his insecurities and the extra 250 pounds of pure fat.
Looking at his younger, chubbier face Chester felt old feelings bubble inside of him and as he grew less mature he was unable to control them. Tears in his eyes, Chester knew this was no drug or dream, this was something else and the only cause had to be the dumpy little man from before, someone he had looked down upon with derision and revulsion, someone he had treated poorly and now he was getting revenge. In fear and panic Chester found himself pleading to his reflection and the empty changing room. “No… No… NOOOO! Please I don’t want to be Chubby Chester again! I’m sorry! I don’t deserve this! I WORKED SO HARD!” Chester wailed as his stomach flopped over the waistband of his underwear and sat onto top of his cock, hiding it under the fatty fold. Chester panicked as the fat continued to grow around his body, his jawline disappearing and a second chin formed, his arms becoming huge slabs of fat and his fingers growing to thick sausages. Chester whined as he looked at his reflection, his skin getting worse as a few spots appeared on his face, his hair styling itself back to a dorking middle parting and before long his vision started to blur, leaving him with just the sight of a blobby blur as his laser eye surgery reversed itself and before long a pair thick, black rimmed glasses appeared on his nose. He could now experience in complete clarity his regression as he lost a couple of inches in height, his voice went up a few octaves and a familiar, rancid body odour wafted from his pits and ass.
Chester could feel his upset and tears brewing inside him as he looked at his younger self in all his chunky, obese glory. To finish off his regression to his eighteen year old self, Chester watched as his tight designer briefs began to expand to fit his now massive arse and hips, morphing and stretching into a nerdy pair of superhero boxers that he used to wear, along with the dark brown, smelly skidmark down the back. The last remnants of his successful life he had forged for himself were gone and replaced with fat, nerdy, smelly, Chubby Chester.
Chester could feel old emotions swell inside him and tears started to well up in his eyes. Then echoing around the empty changing room a familiar devious voice spoke.
“You weren’t lying when you said you were fat, although you left out the part about the smell, I guess if I had an ass that big I’d find it hard to keep it clean.” The booming laughter that followed caused Chester to flinch as he struggled not to fall to the floor and cry like a tubby little baby. The years of dieting and depriving himself of treats and sugar were gone like a flash, the hours spent sweating in the gym and achieving the perfect body were erased within a few moments, the confidence, personality and success he had carefully cultivated were obliterated in just a few minutes. He was 18 again, a fat smelly virgin who could barely look at a girl let alone speak to them. Twenty years he worked day and night to never look and feel this way again but yet here he was, sweat dripping from every pore, his mighty cock and balls trapped behind his own fat and his ass wider than most door frames. Once again he was fat, once again he was powerless and once again people were laughing at him, as the ominous voice continued its chuckling.
Chester wiped away his tears before squeezing his fat tummy, he couldn't be this again, he couldn't go twenty years working his ass off again, he couldn't wait another 5 years to lose his virginity again! Speaking of which, while he knew that he had lost his virginity Chester couldn’t recall to whom, or in fact how it happened or how it felt. Chester’s eyes widened as more fear spread across his quaking body, he couldn't remember the locations of his six other gyms, he couldn’t remember where he lived or what car he drove! All he could remember was what college he was at and that he had a math test he needed to revise for! He wasn’t just younger in body he was younger in mind as well!! Chester was on the verge of having a break down, everything he worked for was gone, he was just his pathetic flabby younger self in every sense of the word and Chester couldn't take it, he couldn't allow this to be! He was rich, he was confident, he had fucked a girl! He was not Chubby Chester!
Taking all of his remaining courage Chester spoke, although it was more of a whisper. “Please… change me back.” Was all Chester could muster before he started to cry. “I CAN’T DO THIS ALL AGAIN! I WANT MY LIFE BACK WAAAA” Chester wailed as tears dripped down onto his sagging man tits, the ruthless millionaire now nothing but a sobbing obese baby. “PLEASE! I don’t want to be young and fat again! PLEASE CHANGE ME BACK! I worked so hard!” Chester sniffled as he cried into the empty void of the changing room. He didn't deserve this, he had worked too hard for it all to be undone!
A moment of silence hung in the air as Chester just sniffed up his running nose and wiped away at the tears streaming down his face, until finally the voice answered.
“Of course I will change you back Chester” The voice responded in a rather aloof tone. “I had no intention of keeping you as your younger self, I simply wanted to see what your life would be like if that bully had not said those awful things to you.” The trickster's voice was rich with malice as it continued to speak to Chester. “I have altered the past so now that nasty bully never said those cruel things to you and you are welcome to return back to your previous age… if that's what you want?”
“YES YES PLEASE! Change me back! Thank you, thank you!” Chester cheered
“Very well, enjoy your new life” The trickster sneered
“Thank you! Wait… new life?” Chester puzzled before the awful twisting and churning feeling returned to his stomach and Chester had never felt more relieved, reliving those painful memories and the nightmare of his youth would be over soon. Chester rejoiced as he saw his skin clearing up and the wrinkles on his face returning, he was ageing up again and soon the nightmarish vision of his past self would be gone for good. However, the more Chester stood looking at himself the more worried he became, he was getting older but where were his muscles and in fact why did his stomach feel like something was growing inside of it?! Before Chester could realise the truth the pain in his stomach returned and caused him to lurch over and with his increased weight he was unable to balance and fell to his hands and knees, his stomach and moobs sagging. Unlike before, if someone were to walk in, instead of a prized stallion on the floor they would only see a sweaty hog, fat ass spread, cock hidden and stomach jiggling. Chester wanted to grab at his painful stomach but couldn't or else he would risk falling flat on his face, instead all he could do was look down at his belly and scream in terror as instead of receding it once again started to grow.
Chester cried out as he tried to stand up, his body expanding once again to proportions he never knew possible. His arms grew wider as fat gathered above his elbow giving him huge flapping bingo wings, his legs piled on slab after slab of fat making it impossible to walk properly and causing him only to waddle, his tits and nipples grew again to the size of slightly deflated basketballs as his swollen moobs flopped around on his chest. While the pain continued his belly grew folds and ballooned out further in front of him, any hope of seeing his cock again was destroyed as his tummy barrelled outwards and would make it hard for him to lift it up. Chester whimpered as he felt his cock and balls being pinched and crushed by his fat until his fat pad sucked up his dick and balls, making sure only the small tip of his cock would on a rare occasion be seen. Never again would it be used for sex and pissing was now a sitting down activity.
Chester now out of breath, managed to stumble back to his swollen fat feet as his tummy folds and moobs slapped against himself as he used a nearby wall to keep himself upright. This wasn’t right! In pure terror Chester bellowed out to the voice “NO stop please! STOP this isn't what's supposed to happen. MAKE IT STOP!” Chester wheezed his neck and airways expanding with fat. However, Chester’s shouts went unheard as another 100 pounds of fat bloated from his body but mainly his widening ass. The two cheeks were now reaching yoga ball size proportions but were not nearly as perfectly round and smooth, the two blobs were dimpled with folds and fat, each would now make it impossible for Chester to go through doorways without making him turn sideways and sidestep through. The smell coming from his cheeks also intensified as he could no longer reach back there to wipe without assistance or getting into the shower. Chester groaned, he was becoming a walking mountain of fat, whose belly and ass were a true sight to behold. Chester waddled with dismay and only made it a few steps before he struggled to breathe and his thighs hurt from chaffing. Huffing and puffing Chester could only watch as he aged back to 38, he watched as his glasses grow thicker and nerdier rather than disappearing, his hair thinned but remained greasy and in the goofy middle part. Then just like before the last part to change was his underwear turning from nerdy boxers to a pair of well worn, stained, ripped cheap white briefs. Sweat poured down his body and he was out of breath from just standing. Chester wanted to cry but before he could the painful feeling of trapped wind returned, however this time he didn't even need to squat or push as a violent wet fart spluttered out of his fat ass without his consent, a foul odour assaulting his nostrils instantly. In the wake of the noxious ass blast Chester was left staring at his own 600 pound, sweating farting body and once again he started to cry.
Whimpering to the empty changing room Chester hoped for an answer, an explanation for someone to tell him it was all just some fucked up joke or dream but nothing came instead he cried out to the cruel voice.
“What have you done to me?! Change me back! I’m begging you! This isn’t me” Chester wailed as the sight of his old, fat, moist body, his nerdy face and smelly fat ass continually caused him pain and anguish.
With a small chuckle a response came from the darkness “It is now! A shy fat virgin with a huge fat ass and I much prefer this version of you. I hope you enjoy your new life tubby, maybe if you hit the gym now, in a decade or three you might get your old body back” The cruel voice cackled as a wisp of green smoke darted at Chester’s head.
Chester's brain then exploded with new memories and a life he had not lived. A life where a bully was never cruel and so he never had the motivation or drive to lose weight. Instead, he just gained more, he continued to be shy and anxious eventually dropping out of college and moving back in with his parents where he still lived today. Where he spent all of his free time masturbating on his laptop and eating fast food in bed, that was until he got too fat to masturbate and now awkwardly used a womens vibrator to get himself to cum. The 38 eight year old fatty had never even kissed a girl let alone slept with one, his virginity now permanent, his cock never able to escape the fat that enclosed it. Chester’s lack of motivation had meant his work ethic had suffered as well, being shy and obese meant he had just floated from part time work in a number of low paying jobs until he found his current one, if it wasn’t for this gym he would be unemployed.
Chester cried and banged at his head, these memories weren’t real but yet they felt true. His old life being fit, rich and confident felt more like a dream rather than his true reality as the horror of his new job embedded itself into his brain. As a safe space gym for the overweight they happily employed him as their janitor, the staff were kind to him and he spent his days wiping down sweaty machines, cleaning up spills and mopping floors. All day he could watch the beautiful fit people he aspired to be but never had the drive to become. He owned no businesses, no cars and barely any possessions, he was just a fat slob now. This was the new him and the new thoughts, feelings and memories were slowly pushing out the old ones. Chester was now a middle aged janitor, who spent his free time eating, farting and trying his hardest to achieve orgasm from his buried cock. He had no interest in eating right or exercising, no motivation to leave his rent free basement and with all the porn he wanted on his laptop why did he need a girlfriend.
Chester screamed “NOOOOOOO this is not me!” He stomped his chubby foot but he could feel his grip slipping, being pushed back with the new lazier, fatter, smellier version of himself taking control. Chester sobbed he had worked so hard, was it all for nothing. Struggling to focus Chester was suddenly interrupted as the young employee from before returned. However, the young fit man did not bring back the set of clothes he had asked for, instead he was carrying a parachute sized pair of overalls, emblazoned with a name tag that read ‘Chubbs’.
“Hey Chubbs, got the spare overalls from your locker. Now once you’ve cleaned up the protein powder I need you in the men’s toilets. It seems the bodybuilders have all tried this new protein bar and they have destroyed most of the crappers up there.” The boy spoke with confidence and authority, something Chester use to have but it was obvious now that this young man was now his boss. The young man then tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for Chester to grab his clean clothes.
All Chester could do was mutter under his breath “No no no no no no…” willing himself to resist his new life but his chubby hands still reached out and grabbed his new uniform. Chester felt himself slipping away, becoming just a prisoner in his new body and life, one he worked for twenty years to avoid only now he was trapped in it with no control. Zipping up the overalls, his sweat already soaking into the fabric, Chester looked pleadingly at the young man, just hoping he would recognise the former CEO, that he could do anything to help but instead the young man just smiled, swung his hand back and landed a painful slap on Chester’s huge fat ass.
“Get a move on Chubbs!”
Chester wailed as he was pushed to the back of his mind as his new obese body bounced and waddled out of the changing room, ready to begin his new life as Chubbs the smelly obese janitor and ready to tackle the seven crap filled toilets waiting for him in the gym he use to own.
Big thank you to littlekingterry for the sequence, he makes incredible art and I already have ideas for more stories! Let me know if you would like to see more like this!
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