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itsvunker · 7 months

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Tonight, it's bear night at the club where I work. I cast my gaze over the crowd of overweight hairy men inhabiting the floor until I see him. That right there, is my target for the evening. I tuck my shirt into my slacks to show off my slim physique and make my way across the room to him. He's sitting alone, nursing a beer at one of the high top tables, staring at his phone. The pale light of the dance floor illuminates his figure, it's soft glow bouncing off his shirtless body. The man had been here a few times lately. He was a professional bodybuilder, least as he tells it. Yes, you could see the impressive size of his various muscles, years of weight training and steroid use. However, he sat back far from the table, not because of his bulk, but instead because of his heft. He apparently had some sort of injury that prevented him from retaining his shredded physique and he now spends his nights here lamenting the loss of his career. The prodigious 60" beer gut that hung heavily off his torso shelved his massive pecs, but pushed him from the table. It was my ambition to relieve the poor brute of his anguish. At least, his current anguish.

As I approached, he glanced away from his phone long enough to see my arrival. He was very clearly in deep thought about something, but he swished it away with the notification on his cell phone. His demeanor changed quickly as he initiated conversation. "Ro'ro my boy! Just the man I was hoping to see tonight!" He grinned. "Oh? And why's that big guy?" I passed as I took the stool across from him. "Well, listen..." he began, "I haven't been the greatest lately. In fact, I'm in pretty dire need of a win... Do you think... you could help me out?" He motioned to his crotch beneath the mountain of gut. My eyes lit up with obvious joy as I sheepishly stammered out "..y...yeah of course!!" He downed the rest of his beer and we began to ascend the tower above the bar to his suite. His phone went off once more, but he quickly swiped the notification away as we entered the room.

Before I could even produce a question in my mind, he had me pinned to the wall, his meaty pecs and his fat gut smothering my lithe body, and though I was still dressed, he was pawing relentlessly at my cock. I moaned into his kiss, my breath traveling into his lungs as his tongue danced with my own betwixt our mouths. One swipe of his meaty hand and all my shirt's buttons snapped open, as he groped down my pants. All the whole I could feel his own cock hardening against my thigh. [This is perfect!] I thought to myself. [The big lug is practically begging for me to take him down in size! He won't have to worry much about that bodybuilding career anymore when I'm done with him...] Oh how I would dread those thoughts when all was said and done.

He picked me up off my feet and threw me to the bed, practically tearing my clothes off in the process. He swiftly got out of the remainder of his own clothing before smothering me with his boulder sized belly, his cock grinding between his own fat and my flat chest. He hoisted his gut up far enough to be able to shove his cock into my maw before he began face fucking me. My vision obscured by the massive tank, I could only gauge my performance by the deep, loud groans of pleasure emanating from above me. He grabbed my own cock and began pumping it in time with his thrusts down my throat, activating my abilities. [Yes!!!] I screamed in my head. [Time to take you down big guy!] He grunted hard, shoving his cock deep in my throat as he began to unload.

Thick ropes of his cum painted my insides. He continued to grunt as he shot load after load down my throat. It was about that time I realized something was off. He was still cumming, that much held true, but it was as though he was directing my abilities with his own willpower. My hands reached up to protest but he pinned them back down with his masculine power. His muscles flared as he came harder in my throat. "You didn't... gnnnngn think that I had.... haaaaaah... fuck... gone into this.... hnnnng.... blindly did you? No... little man... unnnnf.... you're gonna... nnnnn... get me back into... gaaaahhh.... my career...mmmm..." I then pieced it all together. His willingness to take me home... the sketchy messages he didn't want me to see... that troubled look on his face... he was debating how to beat my abilities. I wasn't going to be draining his muscles from him... he was going to be forcing me to drain his fat from him instead!!

I screamed a muffled scream into his pelvis as protest, but there was no stopping it at this point. He continued to ride my face as he unloaded the full fury of his gut into my body. I could feel myself getting heavier. My skin was stretching to accommodate his gigantic gut. He was moaning so loudly that the neighboring room was pounding on the wall, demanding he shut up. I couldn't fight back against this 450lb brute pinning me to the bed as he began to rapidly lose weight. The pressure on my chest was lessening by the second, but the pressure in my stomach was building at an astonishing rate. "Fuck yeah little man... you're gonna be one fat fuck by the time I'm through offloading this gut into you. Ugh fuck it feels so good..." I began to be able to see more than just his gut, as it rapidly deflated off his body. His pecs still obscured his face, but his stomach was drawing closer to his hidden abdominal muscles. He began to bounce his hefty pecs, no longer burdened by the pillowy fat. I felt myself growing fatter and fatter... the excess weight invading my body and leading me deeper down the hole of unhealth. If I could just... manage to... hold on my own orgasm... if I could just get to turn the tables on him somehow and penetrate that thickly muscled ass of his... I could shoot my load back inside him and re-inflate that boulder belly of his...

You could almost hear the sound of a sink drain sucking down the last of the dirty dish water as the final pounds of the bodybuilders gut was flushed down my throat. It was then that I felt something different being drained from him. He felt a wave of exhaustion hit him as his muscles began to lose their stamina. [Okay! We're still on track! I can still drain his muscles and leave him a skinny little...] before I could finish my thought, he forcefully withdrew his cock from my mouth, some of his seed still shooting from his throbbing cock. "Oh fuck... that was a close one... I almost got lost in how good that felt..." he gazed down at me, struggling to swallow the last of his load before he continued "but you aren't going to get any of these muscles fatso." He flexed hard, the vigor of his muscular body no longer hampered by his overweight stomach. He was so much lighter that he even lost a bit of balance, his ass coming frightfully close to landing on my cock, slick with my precum.

As he fell backwards, my still rapidly inflating waistline jiggled and swayed, as I moaned. His cock spurted one last time, coating the top of my swelling tank. He caught himself on the bed however, mere inches from my overstimulated cock. All of this growth left me very close to my own bursting point. He rolled off the side of my body, and took my overstimulated cock in his hand. With his other hand free, he began to flex and pose, jiggling my newly fat body and teasing me about the weight I had just stolen from him. "I'll bet you weren't expecting to grow like this, huh, you fat fuck? You wanted these thick, hard, manly muscles, but instead you stole all of my unwanted, jiggly fat. Now you've got his comically oversized gut and no muscles to support it like I had!" His teasing and taunting was too much. I lost the battle of will and careened off the cliff of orgasm. As my cock painted the roughness of his calloused weight lifter hands with my load, I could feel his fat cementing itself in my body. Because I came and it didn't get shot into someone's body, I was now stuck with the drained portions of his body forever. Without warning, he took my load and lubed his asshole with it, and began to ride my cock, adding full insult to the situation.

He bounced on my cock like a joyful Twink, flexing his hard muscles and bouncing his pecs. One hand rubbing his cobblestone abs and the other playing with and jiggling my fat gut. I panted and pleaded with him through wheezing breaths... but it was no use. He was having too much fun reveling in his victory, his muscled ass milking my cock. Before long, I was ready to shoot again, this time, painting his insides with my seed. My own seed that is, not his purloined seed. "Fuck yeah! You're my permanent fat dump now Ro! Doesn't it feel great?!" I groaned in full pleasure of being milked by this behemoth bodybuilder, shamefully blushing knowing that if I had just held out for a few more seconds, I could have fucked his fat right back into him. My groans of pleasure combined with my cock riding his prostate caused him to loose his own manly load over my impregnated looking stomach, as he roared in orgasm, flexing his powerful muscles as a show of dominance. He walked out of his room, fully obtaining his desires for that evening, as I shakily tried to stand under my new heft. Neither one of us fitting in either ones clothes, we left that room changed men. One ready to tackle the bodybuilders circuit with renewed vigor, confidently splaying his manhood for all to see. The other wobbly kneed, flooded with shameful fat, panting to make it even a few feet. Maybe I need to pick my victims more carefully...

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