To say I had a crush on Jason would be an understatement. He already knew all about my love for him, but he never took it seriously. “I bet you’re that way with every guy you see, haha!” He’d told me.
From today on however, that would change.
Jason worked part-time helping out at his father’s cake shop. As a direct consequence of this he was morbidly obese. But I loved him just the way he was, regardless of being a blubbering mountain of fat or not.
I was waiting to greet Jason at the end of his shift like every other day. I was already all bonered up fantasizing about him as always. I smiled at him as his greasy fat body stumbled out from the patisserie’s door.
“Oh, Jason!” I said blushing.
“Hey, Mike!” The giant of a man waved. “What are you up to with that?” He pointed to the plastic bag I was carrying.
“Oh! You mean this?” I said tongue-in-cheek. “Nothing important...”
“C’mon, tell me, tell me!” He pleaded like a little child.
“It’s just my newest transformation device. Nothing otherworldly about it.” I replied.
“Hahaha!” He laughed. “You and your TF toys! What are you planning to with it?” The man asked with interest.
“Well, it’s quite crappy.” I opened the bag and took out what seemed to look like a regular microphone connected to a small computer brick without a display. “It’s voice-controlled. It can transform any matter into anything...” Then I grinned evilly. “...as long as that matter is you.”
“Oh, neat.” He said calmly, then a sudden realization. “Wait, what?! You programmed it to transform me?” He said with shock. “But usually you’re the one being transformed into stuff!”
“Hehe, well, I woke up feeling quite dominant this morning...” I said as I turned the device on.
“But wait!” He panicked. “Not in the middle in the street! Let’s head into a more private place first!”
I was feeling so damn horny already that I didn’t listen to his pleas. I held the microphone in place and gave my first order. “Jason, you’ve always been trying to lose weight, so I’m gonna grant you that wish...You will shrink to six inches tall!”
“Wait, wait, wait! Could we talk this out for a minute...?!” He then noticed his clothes getting looser on him. “Oh, crap, it already started...”
Jason’s round and fatty bearded head shrunk down through the collar of his shirt and his hairy arms did the same through his sleeves. It was amusing in a way watching him shrink and seeing his clothes falling down into the floor into a pile. He looked like a rapidly deflating balloon for a split second.
“Arrrrghhh! I don’t like being TF’ed! Fuck you Mikeeee...!” He screamed as his voice became fainter and fainter.
Soon enough only a discarded pile of XXXL-sized clothing remained on the floor.
“Teeheehee, let’s have a little look at you, little guy!”
I fished around the discarded clothes. He was nowhere to be seen, for a second I thought the microphone was buggy and had reduced him into molecular size, but then I felt something round and soft inside his left shoe.
I put my hand inside and took out a ball inside a sock. It reminded me of those times I put a tennis ball inside an old sock to play around with my dog.
“Oh, what’s this? Hehehe...” I said as I squeezed the ball.
“Arrrghh! Stop that!” Said a high-pitched version of Jason’s voice.
I took out the ball from inside the sock and as I suspected it was a small six-inch extremely round and hairy fat guy.
“This is ridiculous!” He screamed on the palm of my hand. “Not only I’m small...Why do I look rounder as well?!”
He had a point. His belly had seemed to grow much fatter in comparison with the rest of his small body. Well, it wasn’t my fault I couldn’t test the microphone with something as large as him! Maybe the device had trouble manipulating such a large quantity of mass.
“Turn me back, Mike!” Jason screamed. He wobbled around on the palm on my hand until he tripped and fell on top of his belly. His short arms and legs squirming around, unsuccessfully trying to get up.
“Hahaha, you’re so cute!” I said as I prodded his body with a finger and he started balancing back and forth like one of those decorative toys. I laughed when I he finally fell backwards and his pathetic diminute cock came into show.
“It’s not funny!” He screamed hard in utter embarrassment and as he turned around his hairy buttcheeks let out a loud fart. I brought the backside of the balled-up Jason into my nose and reveled in the disgusting scent. He squirmed as he looked back and saw my huge nostrils sniffing him around.
“Arghhh! Clean up your nose before doing that! Please, Mike, what if someone sees us?”
“Ugh,” I said. “It’s just not fun to have you complaining this much, so...”
I went to pick up the microphone and while holding Jason on my left hand, I said out loud...