"Baby Fat"
(Muscle Theft)
story by Bambino Rojo
inspired and illustrated by O'Melissokomos

Brett enjoyed his job as lead trainer at the Southside Gym.  He knew he had a tip top physique that was the envy of many of the other guys there and it was his incredible appearance that helped him get the richest clients.  Most of them were pretty serious about their bodies too.  After all, you don't pay the type of top dollar he commanded and come to the most expensive gym around unless you're really willing to put the work into it.  That's why it was so odd when Mr. Rollock hired him as a personal trainer.

At first Brett couldn't believe the guy had come to them at all!  Rollock was so pathetically fat and out of shape, Brett almost refused the job.  He knew there was no way this man would have the discipline to do what was needed to get a flabby body like his into any kind of shape, no matter how much time they spent on it.  But when Mr. Rollock offered to pay Brett $500 an hour in exchange for Brett giving him a body like he had, well, there was no way Brett was going to refuse him, even though it was impossible, since it was obvious they would be talking about a LOT of hours.

For thirty minutes Brett tried getting the guy to do a few basic reps; sit-ups, push-ups, leg-lifts, simple stuff, but the fat slob didn't seem interested.  'That's the trouble with the rich,' Brett mused.  'They think money can get you anything.  They don't understand hard work.'  Did this guy think he could just buy himself a fine body like Brett had?  No, chance.

It had taken Brett years of work, starting from the time he was a teenager, to get his body into the condition it was in now.  Back in elementary school he'd been known as the "chubby" kid, a painful emotional experience he had no desire to relive.  He'd never forgotten how much that hurt, how ashamed he'd felt of his body, and in the years that followed he pushed himself and worked hard until he had the kind of physically perfect phsique that was the envy of all.  It'd taken a lot of hard work, and that was something, Brett felt sure, this guy Rollock would never do.

Watching the tubby fellow wallow about the gym Brett couldn't help making a poking fun at him, and even making a few humorous remarks to his face, telling him if he didn't work harder he'd never lose all that 'baby fat' he had down there, but Mr. Rollock didn't seem amused by Brett's little jokes.

By the end of the session Brett had pretty much given up on the rotund little fellow.  He was certain the situation would be highly profitable, but otherwise hopeless.

As Brett slipped into the men's locker area he couldn't help musing on the situation to one of the other trainers as they showered.

"Can you imagine what it must be like to be that fat and out of shape?" he asked, running the soap over his own perfect body and taking a moment to lather up his own very impressive cock and balls.  "I couldn't even get MYSELF back into shape if I ever got that far gone," he mused, "let alone get an unmotivated, fat slob like this guy into any kind of condition! "

The other trainer finished and by the time Brett stepped from the shower he was alone in the locker room.  He paused in front of the full length mirror to admire himself.  The difference between his hard, perfect body and his client's soft, pathetic state was incredible.  Brett flexed for his own amusement and smiled with pride at the results of his years of dedicated working out.  He'd put aside everything else in life, even his social life and several girlfriends, to dedicate himself to getting this perfect body, but now it was all well worth it.  Sadly, he realized, this was the kind of firm physique his client would never know the joy of having, no matter how much he paid.

"You know, Brett," Mr. Rollock seemed to speak up out of no where, "You promised you'd help me get a body like yours."  Brett was surprised to see the obese little man emerging from the sauna.  He wasn't sure when he'd come in, but he certainly hoped the man hadn't been around to hear the rather unkind remarks Brett had made about him to his friend in the shower.

"I think I'll take that body now, if you don't mind," he smiled.

Brett was confused by the fat little man's words, but moments later he began to feel a strange sensation overtake him.

For no apparent reason, Brett suddenly felt himself getting softer.  Looking in the mirror Brett watched in utter horror as his muscles seemed to literally melt away before his eyes, leaving behind only fatty deposits where once hard, toned muscle had been.

"Hey, "  Brett was suddenly feeling scared.  "What's going on?"  All those years spent doing workouts seemed to be evaporating before his eyes in a matter of moments.

Brett started to panic.

"What's happening to me?" he cried.  His worst nightmare was happening right before his eyes, but when he looked over at Mr. Rollock he found the little man smiling at him and, strangely, Rollock looked in better shape than he had a few moments earlier.

Like a transfusion, Brett watched in horror as his muscles were siphoned away, leaving in their place increasingly large amounts of fat.  Not only that, he was losing height as well, getting shorter.  Even his cock was starting to shrink!.  And with each loss, Mr. Rollock was looking better and getting taller.

"Stop it," Brett yelled, his voice sounding suddenly higher and more pathetic than it ever had.  He couldn't comprehend how this was happening but he had no doubt who was responsible.  "Stop it!  You can't do this to me, you can't take my body away from me like this!"

"Oh, but I can, you agreed to it!"  Mr. Rollock smiled in response.  "You said that for a rate of $500 an hour you'd give me a body like yours..."

Brett watched in horror as his height diminished and he grew more and more obese.  Looking in the mirror he saw the worst of it all, his cock, his once large, handsome manhood, the impressive penis that had hung so pendulously between his legs just moments earlier, was shrinking into a short, fat, chubby little nub.  The most predominate feature of his nude body, his dick was soon a barely visible bump, poking it's shy turtle head out from between the growing layers of rolling body fat that encircled his tummy, legs and abdomen.

"Stop it!" Brett whined in a pathetic, far-from-manly voice.

"Well, it's been an hour now," Mr. Rollock continued, watching with amusement as the pecs on his once muscular trainer sagged and his once toned, body transformed into a quivering mass of gelatin.

"And, here's the $500 I promised you," he said, extending an incredibly chiseled arm to place a crisp, clean, $500 bill on the counter in front of the mirror.

"And let me just add, that it was totally worth it."

Fat little Brett boy looked up at the handsome, muscular man who now towered over him and began to cry and shout.

"You... you can't do this to me," he whimpered, "it's not fair.  I don't wanna be the fat boy!"  And even as he said it, old emotions from childhood kicked in, and Brett started to cry.

"Oh, don't you worry... you're an expert trainer, remember?  I'm sure if you work at it very hard, every day, you'll be able to get back into shape in maybe a decade or so."

The muscular and fit Mr. Rollock walked off to shower and go home, leaving behind $500, and his once arrogant ex-trainer, bawling like a baby and having himself a tubby, little temper tantrum.

The End

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