The Transfer - Part 7

It was like I was being fucked by a gorilla on a waterbed, only the waterbed was slowly suffocating me and the gorilla was hung like a mule. My weakened arms could barely push into the former gym bunny-come morbidly obese Hulk’s torso, and what little force I could manage probably did nothing more than kneed his doughy torso.

At the same time, his gut was pressed into my face so that every moment of air access was spent desperately grasping for air. I couldn’t call out for help, couldn’t scream--all I could do was inhale when his rippling flab allowed for it.

Most of what I could see was sweaty, undulating flesh, but from what little space remained between us I could make out an eldritch blue glow. And it was getting brighter.

From above, I could hear the hyper-masculine grunts of my rapist become even louder and more frequent. I could barely feel anything below my waist, but from deep inside I felt his cock harden even further. I didn’t want to think about what this tool was doing to my insides--I just wanted to survive.

There was one more powerful grunt, and then a shout as he came. And then there was a flash of blue light, and then darkness.

I came to with a splitting headache. And ass-ache. But I was alive, and with limbs entangled with my attacker, who was thankfully still unconscious.

I slipped myself out from his bulk and sat back against the wall of the disabled shower stall, gulping for breath and just getting my bearings. Through the pounding in my head, I looked around and noticed a few things.

First, the gym bunny was much smaller than I last remembered. Whereas before he was some 600 lb brute, he looked vastly diminished. He didn’t look like he was back to how he was before though. He seemed… fat.

But not fat in the same way I was either. He seemed squat, bulky, and soft, like a linebacker who’d quit the team a year ago and just let his body go to pot. His shoulders, arms, and legs were wide and powerful-looking, but his broad tank of a belly belied whatever semblance of fitness his strong limbs provided him.

Then I looked down at myself. I was no longer the scrawny twig I once was. I too had regained much of my former stature, but I wasn’t the billowing 450 lb tub of lard I used to be. I was fat, sure, but there was a thickness to my forearms I’d never had. My chest could still be described as breast-like, but from a distance you could almost mistake them for pecs.

I realized with a start that I looked a lot like the still unconscious former gym bunny.

I got to my knees and stood up and was amazed at how easy the move felt. Before it would have been a minute-long struggle that would have left me winded and sweaty, but now it was effortless. I took a step, I flapped my arms and was astounded at how easy everything was. I felt… light.

It was stupid, of course. The width and breadth of me made it obvious that I was anything but light. I estimated myself to be in the 350 lb range, which was a weight I hadn’t experienced since high school. But still, there was a strength behind my flab that I’d never really possessed, and it made every movement a breeze.

On a lark, I tried sucking in my gut and found that I could just barely see my feet, and my dick. It was a revelation.

From below me, I could hear the gym bunny stir. He looked up at me with confusion, and then down at himself in disbelief.

“What the fuck!? I’m still fat! You little shit, change me back!”

I shrugged. “Sorry, like I said before, I have no idea how.”

He staggered to his feet like a drunk, obviously not used to his new size. He reared back, obviously ready to punch me, but again his movements were slow and clumsy. It was like he’d never had to carry around any extra weight in his life.

But I was used to it. I caught his fist and directed his momentum over my hip. He was down on the cold tile floor again in under a second.

Then I realized what had happened: the spell had equalized. Half our combined strength now belonged to me, as did half of our combined fat. Only, the deal worked out better for me since he had way more muscle and I way more fat. The average between the two of us is simply a pair of long out of shape former weightlifters.

But a lifetime of being fat had prepared me for this. Even though we now had equal strength, the gym bunny had no idea how to get around his own flab. But I did. He couldn’t touch me.

Satisfied, I left the shower stall, went to my locker, and dressed in clothes that were now far too large, but would at least allow me to leave the gym without being arrested. The same couldn’t be said for the gym bunny, who I could barely hear moaning in despair as I exited the locker room.