“Double or nothing.”
Mr. Drake just stared at him, and then laughed.
“Seriously. Let me try again. If I make it, then let me go, but if I don’t then…you can change me some more, whatever. Let me try again.”
You won’t be able to make it to a hundred, not as tired as you are. You’re basically asking me to fuck with you,” Mr. Drake loomed over him, obviously calculating, “Fine. I’ll even make it easier on you. If you can make it to fifty, I’ll change you and your dad back, and get the fuck out of dodge. How does that sound? But you won’t like what happens if you lose,” he chuckled, “Well, you probably will like it, actually.”
Jay couldn’t believe his luck–he was tired, but he’d made it to fifty pretty easily last time, and he was pretty sure he could do it again. He laid back down on the floor and took some deep breaths, trying to calm himself and focus, and he started again. By ten, his muscles were already burning and shaking, but he kept pushing, huffing and panting along, but by twenty, he had slowed down substantially.
“Looks like someone could use some encouragement,” Mr. Drake said, waited until Jay was down before stepping over and straddling his big gut, and bending his knees so his cock came to where Jay’s face hit when he was sitting up, “Come on piggy, let’s see you work for your cock.”
Jay didn’t want to admit that it helped, but it did. He liked cock. He liked the smell of it, he liked how it felt when he pushed his face into it, he liked how it tasted. He his thirty sit-ups and kept going, but Mr. Drake stepped back bit by bit, making him work harder to get close to him. Jay realized he was using more energy than he needed too, just to try and get to the old man’s cock. Maybe he could have made it, but as it was, he collapsed back at number forty-six, unable to bring himself up one more time.
“Well, that was a good try, I must say, but it seems that you’ve lost again, Jay.”
He had, he’d lost. He tried to hold back his tears, and he rolled over, ready to try and get up, but as he did, he felt something happening with his body again. His gut was gurgling, and it was growing, bulging out again, becoming a full fledged apron hanging heavy from his stomach.
“You know, the thing about doubling, Jay, is that you have to be mindful of where you’re starting from, so you know where you’ll end up.”
No. He couldn’t be serious. Jay fought his way to standing, even as his body was exploding in size. Much of the weight was focused in the apron which hung down half the length of his thighs, but he could feel changes in the rest of him too–his moobs had easily doubled in size, hanging low and jiggling as he heaved for breath. He could feel them wrapping their way around his body to his back, pushing his flabby, ham sized arms away from his body. Even his hands were inflated, looking like short, chubby sausages. Just standing was hard, and after his exertion, he didn’t think he could keep it up, so he waddled over to the couch and collapsed onto it, feeling and listening to the springs protest as he did. He was encased by fat now, and he was hot and sweaty and even his briefs had finally given way, ripping apart as he’d grown, lying in tatters on the floor, except for one piece caught between a thigh and his apron.
“What do you think you weigh now, Jay? You had to have been over 300 before. Hell, you were probably closer to 350. How does it feel to weigh almost 700 pounds?”
“Fuck…it feels…amazing.”
Mr. Drake grinned, and Jay sensed a change.
“No, what did I say?”
“You said it’s amazing.”
It was amazing, wasn’t it? He ran his fat fingers over his rolls, giving his blubber a shake, and a strange erotic thrill shot through him.
“Fuck boy, that’s hot. You like shaking your blubber, don’t you?”
“You made me like it.”
“Heh, I made you like more than that. I made you want more. I made you want to be even bigger. I made you want to be so big that you can’t move.”
Jay found that image far sexier than he should have, and he tried to push back against it, but it felt so natural. It was just another thing he wanted, like Mr. Drake’s cock. There wasn’t anything he could do about it, right? This was just who he was.
“Still, that’s not all, Jay. In the spirit of doubling and halving, I went ahead and changed some other stuff too. I shrank your cock by half, but doubled the size of your balls. I even went ahead and made your nipples and ass twice as sensitive,” he stepped up, pushing his way into Jay’s overhanging gut, grabbed his fat tits and gave them a twist, “Can you tell?”
Jay gasped with pleasure, feeling his two inch cock throb with pleasure, “Oh fuck Mr. Drake, fuck…Please…I need to go, I have to get out of here, I–”
“Nonsense Jay, looking at your fat fucking body has gotten me hard all over again, and you know what else? I think I want to play one more game with you, before I send you on your way back home, since you love my games so much. Still, you’ll like this one I bet, but I can assure you it’ll be quite the challenge. And you’re going to want to try your hardest, if you want to get out of here without anything else happening to you.”
Jay tried to protest, but Mr. Drake gave his nipples another tug, making him moan with pleasure, and he realized he’d backed himself into a corner he hadn’t anticipated, and he if wanted to get out of here, he was going to have to fight for it with everything he could muster.
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