"Aw, c'mon, Dustin, you just need a guy who's as chunky as you are hunky," laughed Ty.
Ty bit his lower lip and grinned as he glanced out the window who should be walking by but that stud Turner
Briggs. He recalled overhearing the muscled goon complaining that he was getting fat - yeah, right? But
Turner was about to learn what fat really was, and Dustin would have the hots for the literally Big Man On
Campus.
Turner paused in mid stride. His bowels rumbled, and he felt suddenly heavy. He knew he shouldn't have had
that second helping of corn bread at lunch. He burped loudly, and his belt broke. Ty had thought to enlarge
Turner's shirt, pants and shoes, but had forgotten about the belt, and had purposely left his underwear its
original size to give Turner a wedgie like he and Dustin had given Ty only the week before his birthday.
Turner staggered under his new girth. He felt his feet sinking into the grass where he stood. He couldn't see
his own crotch when he bent forward. He started to sweat profusely from the exertion of just moving. Dustin
had been watching from the window, and now his tiny godhood had lifted his grape leaf. Ty chuckled.
"Hey, Turner, looking good!" shouted Dustin in a flirty voice batting his eyes. "What say you get your big
butt in here?"
"You know what happened to me?" Turner said in a rumbling deep voice. He reached up to touch his throat and
encountered rolls of fat hanging from his double-double chin.
Dustin ducked back in from the window and blushed. He had never felt this horny about anyone. He glared at Ty,
"I hate you, Ty," he whispered.
"I know, but you'll be thanking me after you and Turner become friends with benefits," Ty laughed.
"Well, the joke's on you. There's no way my teenie weenie will fit in that blubber butt's ass," Dustin said
pointedly.
"Oh, you thought you'd be the top?" guffawed Ty.
"What d'ya mean?" Dustin asked concerned.
Ty grinned, as he heard the floor outside the room creak. Turner was approaching.
Turner had to stop six times to catch his breath. He couldn't understand what had happened to him, but he
knew the answer lay with Dustin. He hadn't noticed before how hot Dustin had gotten. The guy was a regular
Greek god. He paused outside the door. He looked at his swollen body, and thought no one could ever love him
the way he looked now. He almost turned away, but just that glance at the new Dustin compelled Turner to go
through the door. He seized the handle in his flabby hand and started to turn it.