A Rewritten Life - Part 5

“Great work,” Sal remarked. “Folks love a good bursting.” 

Garcia looked dumbly at the tattered remains of his clothes and then pawed at his new corpulence. He must have easily put on a hundred pounds since entering Sal’s home. Perhaps even more.

“We’ll get you some clothes that fit once we’re done today,” Sal continued. “Now comes the fun part.”

“Fun part?”

“Yeah. My audience will definitely want to see all that luscious new you in action.”

With that, Sal reached down to help haul Garcia up from the couch. His grip was far stronger than his enormous flab implied, and despite being somewhere close to 600 pounds, Garcia found himself standing on his own two widely-splayed feet, the force of his sudden uprightness causing his entire torso to quake for several moments. 

Garcia wasn’t used to his new size and very nearly fell over. His legs were straining to keep himself standing, and sweat was already starting to pool under his massive folds. “Oh, sorry, one sec.” Sal reached out and pressed a hand against Garcia’s chest where a warmth began to suffuse his body. At first, this made him sweat even more, but then Garcia could feel his trembling legs stand firm as a new strength suffused them. It wasn’t much, but he didn’t feel like he was in imminent danger of collapsing anymore.

“There. Now follow me,” the wizard said.

Lumbering after the now slightly-smaller fat man was difficult for Garcia. His thighs had become so large that merely maneuvering them around one another for forward ambulation was difficult and caused him to entirely rethink his gait. Although now strong enough to move, he was still almost drenched in sweat after a few bare steps. By the time the two of them had reached the hallway, Garcia was blinking drops of perspiration from his eyes and wringing moisture from his hands.

“Don’t worry about the sweat,” Sal called from over his shoulder. “It’ll just make you glisten for the camera thanks to some great lighting.”

“You mean,” Garcia huffed, “that I won’t be so sweaty when I leave?”

Sal chuckled. “I didn’t say that.”

Eventually, Sal entered a wide doorway that seemed to lead to a bedroom, although far larger than any Garcia had ever been inside. At one end was king-sized bed bordered by two end tables. One had a large container of lube while the other was covered in an array of snacks, and a bowl full of what appeared to be chocolate syrup. The room was bright and seemed to showcase the bed just as Sal had implied.

“Welcome to my chamber. This is where the real magic happens,” Sal said with a belly-shaking laugh, his tits dancing from within the leather harness.

“Now what?” Garcia asked wiping sweat from his brow.

“Now for part two,” Sal replied, stepping forward and planting a deep kiss on Garcia’s lips.

Caught by surprise at the swift move, Garcia recovered quickly and wrapped Sal in as much an embrace as his bulk allowed, which was really more like just grasping the rolls of flab that formed his upper back while their two bellies fought for dominance. Sal’s had the advantage of surprise, but Garcia’s gut now dwarfed the magic man, and with a few shuffling steps Garcia was able to maneuver his bulk so his love handles were clearly starting to fold around the big wizard.

In the corner of his eye, Garcia thought he saw a red light switch on, and he assumed that the show was back on. He decided to play along, making out with Sal for several minutes as they both explored each other's obese bodies with groping and grasping hands. When Sal cupped Garcia’s breast, Garcia grabbed a fist full of lovehandle. When Sal mashed a hand into the center of his chest, Garcia poked a finger into Sal’s belly button up to the knuckle. 

The one-upmanship was playful at first, but Garcia couldn’t deny how turned on he was getting. Nothing was visible from beneath the apron of his hanging gut, but Sal’s slightly lesser form didn’t quite hide his package, or the massive bulge that was now clearly tenting the leather jockstrap. An inch or two of straining cockmeat was clearly visible for the cameras around the room but still hidden from Garcia’s sight thanks to his impressive girth.

Sal moaned and Garcia heard a pop, like a button bursting. Then Sal guided Garcia’s hand to his groin where the larger man felt the first fist-sized cockhead that had just broken free of the leather thong. Garcia inhaled sharply in surprise at the amount of cockmeat his chubby fingers had brushed against and his mouth watered at the prospect of taking it into his eager maw.