The buffet? Dutch looked at Mike quizzically.
Yea.
But I am already fat!
Well this is a start. I set the chronivac to change you back once you gain another 300 pounds.
But that's 700 pounds! I'll never get that big.
Then you will never get back your body.
If I did I would be immobile.
Naw I will make sure you can always move till you get to that size.
I don't want to be fat!
Well you like fat boys and now you are going to realize what it is like to be one.
Yea I like fat boys I don't want to be one.
Too bad. You can stay this size or you can try to get to 700.
Dutch sat down and started to eat. Mike would get plate after plate for Dutch. Dutch wasn't even hungry when
they got there but he sat and ate until they threw them out.
They stopped at another buffet and stuffed Dutch there till they threw him out of that one.
It was getting late and Mike took Dutch to the bear bar that Dutch would take his fat toys to. Everyone there
looked at the fat boy that waddled through the door and thought they recognized him but no one could tell
exactly who it was. One of the bears that Dutch had dated eventually cornered him and found out that it was
Dutch. The buzz went through the bar that it was Dutch and now they realized why they hadn't seen him in a few
months. Mike had put in the chronivac that Dutch had been on vacation for a few weeks.
As the word got out guys would come up and rub his belly.
Get up on the dance floor Mike ordered.
I am too stuffed and if I am going to get fat wont that make me lose weight.
I can push it up to 800 if you want!
OK OK I will do it.
Dutch got up there and took up a large part of the center of the dance floor. He tried to dance but all he
really did was jiggle. A crowd of his previous dates surrounded him and watched him jiggle.
Dutch's face got red from the exertion and probably would have been red from embarrassment as he dance. It
wasn't long before he was so winded that he waddled himself off the stage, dripping in sweat, and found Mike.
Can we go now!
I think you need a beer. Mike produced a pitcher and Dutch downed it quickly. He really needed a drink.
Here have another.
Dutch did again.
Mike let him rest and some of his former lovers that felt to be Dutch's toys would come round and play with
the big boy. Mike would tell them that he fattened up Dutch. Mike pretended to be an encourager and that
Dutch's real desire was to be fat.
Mike found out that there were several guys that found that an apt turn for Dutch. Mike let them know that it
wasn't exclusive and that he shared his toys and several of the chubbies wanted to go out with the newly
fattened super chub Dutch and help with the fattening.
Dutch didn't dare protest but he was so embarrassed by the idea that he would now be the object of the boys he
use to use.
When they got back home Mike continued his ritual of weighing Dutch on the industrial scale he had the
chronivac create.
400 pounds.
What? I ate all that and drank all that beer and nothing?
Looks like it is going to be a lot of work for you.
Dutch began to cry but Mike had ordered pizza on the way home. And about that time the door bell rang and Mike
told Dutch to go answer the door.
It was the chubby delivery guy that Dutch had a crush on but had never been with.
Where's the party this time the delivery boy said as Dutch opened the door. The delivery boy's eyes popped out
as he looked at Dutch. Dude what the hell happened to you.
I got fat. Dutch said dejectedly.
Damn you look good.
Wish I could be that fat.
Mike said come on in. It's lard butts feeding time you want to join in? He jumped at the chance and soon both
Dutch and Gerry were chowing down. This would be a constant companion for Dutch.
Lets weigh you on Dutch's scale it goes real high. Gerry jumped on and it stopped at 260. Damn light weight
mike said. we need to chub you up.
The delivery guy just chuckled. I know Dutch will like that.
Wanna see what Dutch weighs?
Get up here fat boy show him how much you weigh.
It was hard for him to lift himself from the sofa but he eventually lifted off and waddled over again.
400 again.
Damn that's huge.
Tell him your goal tubby.
I am shooting for 700.
You wont be able to move.
I hope I can I want to show this off Dutch said looking up at Mike for his approval.
Maybe more too.
Well I want to get fat but I am thinking I don't want to be any bigger than you are now.
That excited Dutch but no one noticed because that was one of the things Mike hadn't changed and as Dutch had
grown his penis remained small and was engulfed by his belly fat even when hard.
Mike left the two on the sofa where Gerry fell asleep resting against the chubby Dutch.
Tomorrow would be the first of Dutch's dates with him former lovers.
And Mike would never let Dutch know that the story about him getting to 700 was total lie. He never set the
chronivac to change him back but by the time he got to 700 the bad eating habits would be so ingrained in him
that he would never lose weight and even if Mike made him small again his habits would soon fatten him up
again.