“What the fuck? What is this? Where am I?”
“Finally, you’re awake–we’ve been waiting forever. I didn’t think it would take you this long to wake up.”
“Who the hell are you, you fucking leather freak?”
“Oh trust me Brent, you know me–you just don’t recognize me. I’m Phil, you know, Phat Phil? The guy you and all of your frat buddies used to terrorize? I look good, right? I don’t blame you for not recognizing me, really–I’ve lost a lot of weight, and it’s all thanks to this wonderful contraption I’m about to stuff you into. I’ve been working on it for months now, and you’re my first test subject for stage two.”
“What the fuck are you even talking about?”
“Well, it’s a two stage process, you see. Stage one removes fat from someone’s body and stores it–stage two takes that fat and forces it into someone else–that is, you, soon enough. Come on out, guys.”
Brent looked around and saw three other slim men walk out, also clad in leather, and now that he was paying attention, he recognized all of their slimmed down faces as various fat men he’d ridiculed and teased.
“We’ve been storing quite a bit–at last count, we tucked away over six hundred pounds of flab–and you want to know where it’s going?”
Brent heard the machine around him groan to life, a conveyor lifting his roped body into the machine as he struggled.
“Oh, and I forgot to mention a quirk about the machine–apparently, and I have no idea why–it makes everyone who uses it gay–not something I was expecting–and the thinner it makes you, the more domineering. Now, this is just a hypothesis, but I think the four of us will have one fat pig slut to abuse by the time it’s finished with you!”
Brent gave one final scream as the doors shut him inside, and the machine entered stage two–the four leather men gathering around, eager to see the results.