The Transfer - Part 4

I don’t really know what I was expecting to happen. Maybe for some flash of light, a brief twirling sequence a la Sailor Moon where a tiara lands on my head, and suddenly I’m some idealized thinner version of myself.

That didn’t happen. I just came, and came, and came, and came. It was endless. It didn’t stop. And it felt good the whole time.

It felt so good it didn’t even occur to me what was happening for what must’ve been a few minutes. I was humping reflexively throughout this endless orgasm, and then it occurred to me that it wasn’t quite so difficult to keep this half-squat stance. A few more humps, a few more ropes of jizz into what was an apparently capacious asshole, and it became even easier.

I looked down and saw that the apron of fat that had almost consumed this guy’s backside wasn’t really there anymore. Sure, I still had quite the gut on me, but it was only resting on the small of my unwitting partner’s backside rather than halfway down. I could actually see for the first time the gym bunnies frame beneath my own, and I could already tell where all that mass was going.

The guy already had wrinkles on the back of his neck from where the flesh bunched up from his position with his head and chest on the floor. He wasn’t meeting my thrusts anymore, and with each hump, it felt less and less like my own spongy groin was slapping into dense, meaty ass, and more like it was my far less flabby pelvis slapping into a far more pillowy rear.

I kept looking down at him and saw my frame recede inward with each thrust, saw my body’s jiggling and shaking become less and less, and saw his frame begin to take up more and more of vision. Pretty soon I would have put myself at less than 300 lbs for the first time in years--still fat by any stretch of the imagination, but less billowy and more perky. My own mass didn’t rest on itself in floppy segments, but stood out and almost twirled with the motion of my fucking.

The guy below me though was blowing up big. He was already fast approaching my former size but in a very different way. His former musculature was buried in over a hundred pounds of flab, but it provided a far sturdier structure to build from. His back still maintained the overall V-shape as before, but with enormous rounded love handles hanging from his waist and shoulders that had grown so thick they’d completely swallowed his neck. The only thing between his back and his head were the increasingly numerous folds.

And still I came. In moments I no longer had to peer over my chest as my moobs deflated into a flat chest. My belly pulled up and in until there was barely a paunch. I thrust away easily now, delighted in my lightness, in my stamina, and how the most deserving jerk-wad in the world was going to have to deal with being a mammoth whale for the rest of his life.

But most surprising to me was my dick, which I hadn’t seen in all its glory in what felt like years. Apparently I was packing heat behind all those rolls since I now was taking long, full thrusts into this gigantic sofa of an ass. For a brief moment I tried to slip myself as far out as I could, revealing inch after inch of pulsing cockmeat. I never knew how hung I was simply because it was always buried under flab, and the realization that I was basically a horse made me cum all the harder.

I luxuriated in my long, shuddering strokes for awhile before I noticed an impediment to my rhythm. I looked down wondering what it was and saw that I was almost without fat at all. I had abs for the first time ever. My chest was a flat surface with two nubs and not the mounded, jiggling landscape that obstructed almost all view of what was beneath me as it once was. In fact, there wasn’t enough left of me to get in my way or anyone else’s for that matter.

No, what was suddenly preventing me from plunging my length fully was the awesome size of the ass I was plowing. Each cheek had become the size of a beach ball, and although undeniable fat it was far less pillowy than my former rear. Already half my cock couldn’t reach the hole at all, and with each passing second more and more was being forced out by the encroaching wall of dense ass flesh.

Then on one stroke I slipped out. Cum sprayed all over his back as the spell broke. I hot dogged his enormous cheeks as my orgasm faded. When it finally left me I found myself draped over the warm mountain of flesh that I’d just fucked the former gym bunny into.

After a brief glorious moment, the mountain began to move. Like an earthquake, there was a brief shock for warning and then a rumble, then my entire world upended myself and I fell flat on my ass. Without any cushioning the tiled floor felt especially hard. I may have even bruised something.

Suddenly I felt entire drained. I felt weak, small, and tired, and I almost didn’t care as the former gym bunny slowly lumbered his titanic form so that he was facing me, although he had to bend at the hips just so he could peer down over his colossal belly.

“What did you do?” He asked.