Paul had always been such a narcissist.
He worked out almost constantly which made his studies lag. But that didn't matter. You don't have to be smart to be Mr. Universe and that was what he was going to be.
His long black hair, somewhat curly, cascaded down to his shoulders. His piercing blue eyes dropped many a girl into his clutches although many a conquest said it felt like they were being fucked by a rock. This excited Paul.
As the months went on Paul made uncounted enemies but his striking good looks kept getting him women and other bullies hung around him even though they could never be as good looking.
Ty had been one of the guys Paul picked on most and although it would have been easy to make him a statue of David for the "Museum of Sexual Art" that wouldn't be good enough for Paul. Sure many men would be using his image to jack off and knowing that would be a punishment but Ty began to watch Paul and see just how self involved he really was.
Ty saw how he preened over himself. Ty saw how as he moved down the hall others moved out of his way in fear of being hit. But it was that one time at lunch Ty saw Paul with his healthy lunch, salad, Quinoa, a big bunch of grapes. As Paul raised that bunch of grapes to his mouth Ty got a picture that he had never had before. In moments the entire lunch room was huddling around Paul. Paul was stuffing himself with all the trays that surrounded him. The lunch lady was instructing her staff to pull out the tubs of chili, the trays of dressing, the mounds of mashed potatoes. Paul was stuffing himself full. But he wasn't going to explode he just converted it to fat.
It wasn't enough that Paul be embarrassed about being fat Ty wanted him to be fattened up by all the people he had bullied. And not just that they were fattening him up he was doing it himself and not able to stop himself. He grew and grew and grew.
As the trays emptied and the crowd disperesed Ty once again was able to see Paul and there he once again began to raise the grapes to his mouth. The only remaining people huddled around Paul were his gang of bullies. One Chris was patting him on his belly. One Jerry lifted his belly and let it drop sending ripples throughout his body. Another, Carl was looking at how his clothes and pants had burst off of him.
Ty then transported them to the "Museum of Sexual Art" And there Carl became a stool for Paul to sit on replacing the keg that would have normally been the seat for Bacchus. Chris the grapes from Paul and was holding it up as if he were feeding Paul. Dangling them out of reach of Paul's drooling mouth. Jerry was caressing Paul around his enormous back with one arm and probing the crease under his man boobs with the other.
They all contorted into an image of ecstasy, Carl feeling Paul's cock poking him in the back and he looked up around Paul's enormous belly enjoying his place. Chris gazed into Paul's eyes wanting Bacchus deeply. Jerry half looked at the belly and half looked at Paul's face, obstructed by the double chins.
As they settled into their positions their bodies became rigid just as Jon and Chad had weeks ago. In front of the new acquisition was a sign that read "Bacchus! The God of Excess and his adoring men."
There were many a bear and chaser that came to gaze upon the statue and with every fantasy created by this statue the four became as one.