Matt sat down and ate his lunch, keeping his eyes on Josh. He watched the bitter look on the guy’s face, as he contemplated his fat body and was filled with self-loathing.
Matt decided to keep an eye out for Josh, and hopefully Hank too, at dinner tonight. In the meantime, he spent his afternoon working on class stuff and getting himself acquainted with the gym, since he’d have to keep up this amazing physique.
That evening, Matt entered the dining hall. As he sat down with his tray of food, he stole a look around and located Josh and Hank, not too far off.
Josh seemed to have been eating plenty more tonight; his prior 205 pounds had blubbered up to 250 already. Hank, meanwhile, had continued to muscle up, now attaining 210 pounds himself.
“I’m worried about you, buddy. What’s the matter?” Hank asked gently.
“As if you don’t know,” Josh grumbled.
Hank blinked. “Well, I don’t, so why don’t you tell me?”
“Oh, you want it spelled out, do you?” Josh snarled. “Ever since we were kids, I’ve been the fat boy. You used to be the skinny kid, up until middle school, when you suddenly got interested in exercise and athletics. Now here we are, in college, and you’re a hot stud the girls drool over while I’m still the fat boy, getting fatter every day.” Josh’s eyes filled with tears as he spoke, in the middle of chowing down on a fourth meal.
Hank was emotional too. “Josh, I’m so sorry. I never realized just how bad you felt.” He didn’t notice Josh’s belly slide out over his pants waist, or his own shoulders broaden and pecs and arms inflate.
“Just go. I don’t want to see you,” Josh said with anger.
Hank got up and with one last puppy dog eyed look, walked away.
Before he forgot, Matt felt like Hank and Josh could both use a few inches of height, so he boosted both to 6’4”. Much better, he thought.
Matt rose and walked over to where Josh sat, taking the seat Hank had vacated. Josh stared daggers at him. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” he asked.
Matt grinned. “I’m someone who can help you with your problem.”
“Problem?”
“Well, you’re unhappy with yourself, your body. Aren’t you?” Matt asked, eyebrow raised.
Josh got a cross look on his face as he finished off another meal. His fat spilled out around him, spreading even further over his waistband. His jeans, already huge, threatened to rip across his ass. His double chin became a triple.
“Look, whoever you are, stay out of my business. I don’t need you criticizing me.”
Matt answered, “I made you this way, and I can make it better too. You seem to have learned your lesson about criticizing others. Does David and his freshman 15 ring a bell?”
Josh did, but he didn’t speak.
Matt continued, “So I’m offering you three options. One, you go back to the way you were- a 5’9” 130 pound shrimp. Two, all of the 150 pounds of fat you’ve gained are converted into muscle. Three, your fat is turned into muscle, but you slim down to about 180 pounds and 6 feet tall. What’s it going to be?”