"Hey, Cunt, I heard about how popular you were with the twinks and chubs at the bath house," Dillon said as
Chad emerged from the big and portly store.
"Huh? Uh, oh, sad you missed out?"
"No, dude, you're the one who should be sad. You need a buff guy like me or coach to stay thin. You must've
needed 10 to 20 loads from those gay losers to get back in shape. Now, if you don't want to be the coach's
cunt boy for the rest of - well, until he gets bored and finds a new cunt boy."
"What?" Chad said in alarm.
"Okay, you come with me. I'll fill you with stud cum, and tomorrow you won't wake up fat," Dillon said, "You
like that idea? And if you get a big enough dose, you can even have sex with girls without becoming a fatso."
"I can? What about the girl?"
"Well, that depends. If you stick to flat chested girls, they'll be happy to think they're late bloomers. If
they're buxom, well they may have trouble standing and walking. So are you game?"
"Uh, I guess," Chad said as he started to follow Dillon. His eyes locked on Dillon's crotch and then his ass.
"Uh, Dillon, is there a permanent cure?"
Dillon chuckled, "Well, there might be, but let's get you stabled first."
"Stabled?"
Dillon thought quickly, "Stable. You got to stay thin for at least a month before we can try to make it
permanent." He smiled to himself, as he imagined Chad naked except for a leather harness being trained to be a
good slave boy. He texted his cousin at West High to arrange for Chad's athletic rivals to come cross town to
"help" Chad become a lean muscled pony boy or maybe a puppy slave. He licked his lips as he stole a glance at
Chad who was dogging his heels as Dillon led him to his new future.