“Please, Benji. Help me,” he moaned. “Don’t leave me like this.”
Benji scowled, then tossed an object at Marcus. “This is your last chance and frankly your last hope. I hope it’ll make you at least a little grateful,” he snapped.
Marcus caught the phial and twisted it open. Anything at all had to be better than this… this… this unfuckable thing he’d become.
Almost at once he felt the sensation, like a popped balloon drawing in. He rushed to the mirror and watched as his acne cleared, the beard started to lighten, the unsightly back and shoulder hair pulled back in to his skin.
“It’s working!” he shouted. “Thank you, Benji!” He thrilled as he saw the rolls of fat start to melt away as he headed into his late teenage years. The greasy hair, though, stayed and somehow became even more lank.
“How… how young am I going to GeT?!” asked Marcus as his voice cracked. “To GeT… to GET!” he repeated as his voice finally remained at the higher pitch.
Just then a plunging feeling engulfed him and he realized that Benji was far taller than him. He looked down at his package, only to watch as it retracted.
As the testosterone that helped him maintain only a slight overweight subsided from his now-prepubescent system, fat bloomed once again. First a big round tummy with a permanent divot where his trousers cut into his gut; then his thighs started to rub together as his chest, robbed of masculine elixir, spilled over into squashy moobs. His arms chunked up and a second chin developed, as his cheeks puffed out in a moon face. Marcus shuddered as he shrank again, but did not lose any weight. All the fat pressed against his bladder and he ran into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. His feet didn’t touch the floor!
Suddenly, he looked down and realized the floor was wet with pee. “No!” he cried. “I’m so fat my privates can’t aim!” He hopped down off the toilet, cleaned up, and trudged back into the other room, his shoulders slumped.
“What now?!” asked Benji, exasperated.
“Look at me!” Marcus cried as he looked up—way up—at Benji. “I thought it would make me back into a normal kid! But now I’m even shorter than I was and I’m a blobbo!”
“I said it would be better, not a reversal,” said Benji.
“How is THIS better?!” sobbed Marcus as he thumped the soft rolls of his flab.
“Because,” said Benji, “you’re a boy. You have lots of energy. You can work out and run and eat right. The weight is easier to lose when you’re a kid than when you’re a middle aged man. If you exercise and diet, you won’t turn into that neckbeatd. And when you’re a teenager again, the testosterone will help you lean out and get muscular. You just have to put in the work.”
Marcus nodded. “But… why am I so short?”
“BecUse when you grew up with no exercise, you didn’t grow as much. Then you got younger as that person, so now instead of being four foot nine like the last time you were ten, you’re four foot two… and an hundred and twenty pounds. Exercise helps you grow taller. And it spikes your testosterone, which is responsible for everything from growth spurts to penis size to whether you can grow a beard. But even if that weren’t the case, there are no more phials for you. You’ve had enough change. It’s time for you to grow up a little better. Your genes haven’t changed. You could still be six feet tall as an adult. Or you can give up and grow up obese and end up like you were, five foot four and slobby.”
Marcus just buried his moon face in his doughy fingers.