What Ward Wants, Part 2

Ward grabbed Parker's shoulder and used his incredible strength to effortlessly guide the fat man to a table in the center of the dining room. He sat Parker into a chair, and then plopped down in another chair right beside him. "You like the food here so much, chubs, let's see you eat some of it."

Parker couldn't imagine eating any more, as he was already quite full. "Um, I'm not really hungry...sir."

Ward guffawed. "Nonsense! Look at the size of this tank." The movie star reached down with his meaty paw and jiggled Parker's belly, almost losing his hand in the pile of soft flesh. "Feels like you got a ton of room in there, chubs."

"My name is Parker."

Ward smiled. "Did you say, 'Porker?'" he asked, and then laughed again.

A male server appeared arrived at the table and set down water glasses in front of each man. He was thick and beefy, like a college wrestler, with buzzed blond hair and tan skin. Parker looked around and noticed that not only had the cook changed, but the restaurant had as well – it was still the Lazy Bear, but it no longer resembled a diner and looked more like a sports bar. And instead of waitresses serving guests, he noticed that all the employees were now good-looking men with well-muscled bodies. None were as big as his current tormentor, but all looked very athletic.

The waiter, whose nametag said Curt, asked in a deep voice, "The usual, Mr. Murphy?"

Ward nodded. "Sounds good, Curt. That'll hit the spot."

"And for your friend?"

Before Parker could protest that he didn't need any more food, Ward answered for him. "Bring this stud the bulker's special. He needs to get a little bigger."

"Right away, Mr. Murphy." Curt strutted away toward the kitchen, and Parker saw that he looked just as buff from the back as he did from the front.

"What's the special?" asked Parker, trying to conceal his flabby stomach under the table edge. Ward noticed and kicked the table away from their chairs so he could get a better view of Parker's body.

Ward took a big gulp of his water and replied, "We get a lot of wrestlers here who are trying to go up a weight class. The special helps to get them there. Don't worry...you're gonna like it, chubs."

"But I really don't need any more food, and I certainly don't want to gain any more weight," replied Parker. "I'm already too big right now."

Ward smiled again. Fat guys bemoaning their growing pudginess was at the top of the list of things that got him hard. “Ha! I know your type. You like to pretend that the weight bothers you, but in reality, you LOVE being fat. Why else would you wear super tight clothes? It's because you want people to notice your belly and see how big it really is, right? In fact, why even wear the shirt at all? Let's give everyone a good look at your physique."

With speed that you didn't typically see in a big guy, Ward grabbed the top of Parker's shirt and tugged hard. The fabric ripped easily and within seconds the shirt had been removed, revealing all the soft torso flab. It jiggled furiously, and Parker did his best to cover his giant moobs with his hands.

Parker felt like crying, and he had never been so ashamed. "This is exactly why I need to lose weight. I need to start exercising again right away. I don’t want to look like this."

Ward seemed confused. "You exercised? What were you lifting...tinker toys? Maybe some jazzercise? Whatever it was, you must have been doing it wrong. When real men exercise, they look like me, not you."

To emphasize his point, Ward flexed his right bicep, and a big ball of muscle appeared under the stretched fabric of his t-shirt sleeve. Parker may have thought he was jacked in his prime, but Ward was truly a beast.

Parker's voice got a little louder, and his skin became flush. "I used to be in pretty good shape."

Ward tried to suppress another laugh, but had trouble holding it in. "Well, round is definitely a shape."

Parker wasn't sure if his tormentor would ever be convinced. "I was on the college football team. I was also a bodybuilder, and I won several contests!"

Outwardly, Ward laughed hard, and loud, and every other guest and employee turned to look. But inwardly, without even knowing it, his subconscious wondered if Parker had any of his bodybuilder muscle remaining under the flab that he could take. The universe decided that since Ward wanted it, he should get it.

Parker felt nothing but intense shame as the other diners pointed and laughed, and he could feel what was left of his strength fading away...another 10 pounds of muscle diminishing and deteriorating. He also lost another inch of height, another inch off his cock, and in its place, he got 20 more pounds of fat settling on his belly and ass.

The opposite effect happened to Ward. He did have some fat on his body, but it wasn't your typical man-fat concentrated around his gut, but rather it was spread across his entire physique and not easily evident due to his massive muscles. Ward quickly transferred this weight to Parker, dropping his body fat percentage from 10% to 5%. The next time he showed up on screen, he would look extra ripped!

Ward also gained what Parker lost. He instantly grew another inch taller, getting up to 6'7", and added another inch to his already-amazing 10-inch cock. But it was the 10 pounds of muscle that his body really craved – he only ever wanted to be bigger and stronger. As he laughed, his body expanded to make room for the added meat...and it wanted more. Ward craved even more!

He didn't realize what was going on, but it was as if Ward’s body was multiplying the muscle as it came in...he only took 10 pounds from Parker, but the universe decided he needed even more and changed it into 40 pounds of muscle! Every part of Ward grew bigger, and stronger, and tougher. His chest passed the 70-inch mark, his arms engorged to 27 inches, and his thighs jumped up to 40 inches. Ward's shirt could take the pressure of all this new beef and split in several places. Even after losing 20 pounds of fat, Ward had grown to 340 pounds and looked better than ever.

Ward looked down at his ripped shirt. "Fuck, chubs, you made me laugh so hard that I split my clothes. But damn, it looks good on me. And I fuckin' feel strong as a bull."

The food arrived right after Ward's tremendous growth spurt, and he started shoveling it into his mouth. "Goddamn this is tasty!" he bellowed between bites. "Makes me feel like a fuckin' man to eat all this protein!"

Parker nodded as if he agreed, and ate the food presented to him. He didn't think he had been hungry, but the additional fat he had gained from Ward was soon screaming out for calories and he started ingesting it as fast as the bigger man.

“I knew you could find room in that belly. Men are always hungry, no matter what. We got needs, and we got to satisfy them. Right?"

Parker nodded again and kept eating. Within minutes both of their plates had been licked clean, and he thought now that Ward had gotten his fill, he might be able actually figure out what happened. But he was wrong.

Ward stood up quickly and grabbed Parker's arm in his powerful hand. "Let's go take care of some other needs."

The big man effortlessly pulled Parker across the floor and stuffed him in the passenger seat of his pickup seconds later. Ward revved the engine and took off down the street. He kept his right hand on the wheel and rubbed his massive pecs with his left.

Five minutes later they arrived at a huge mansion in the wealthy part of town. Ward parked the big truck in the driveway, got out, and then pulled Parker from the cab.

"What do you have planned?" asked Parker.

Ward finally spoke for the first time since leaving the restaurant. "Was I right about the food, chubs? You ended up wanting it badly, right?"

"Yes."

"Then just trust me, chubs, you're gonna want this, too," Ward said as he squeezed his cock with his free hand.

Parker was going to speak again, but another voice spoke before he could say anything.

"What's going on here?"