The Tale of Thick Johnson, Part 4 (Conclusion)

Brett, Stephanie, and Melissa continued torturing Thick during his PE class for the remainder of the summer. For starters, they made sure the school t-shirts and shorts that he had to wear during class were always at least 2 sizes too small, which accentuated and exposed his flabby body. And secondly, they always made sure to take him where there would be plenty of people to see the changes – his classes would consist of activities such walking in the mall or jogging along the beach. Every would gawk and laugh at the former athlete as his flabby moobs and gut jiggled like crazy and his giant ass quaked.

Thick, of course, couldn’t understand what was going wrong as he desperately tried to regain his former glory – he was exercising in class and taking all his usual supplements, but he was getting fatter and fatter every day. He had also lost a good deal of muscle and barely had the energy to haul around his fattened body anymore and would get winded very easily. One on the days they were walking in the mall, Thick couldn’t even keep up with an elderly couple who quickly strolled past him, pointed, and whispered about how slow he was moving.

If Thick had weighed himself, he would have seen that the scale read 340 pounds, up from 240 when he started the started the school year. His entire body looked puffy and soft, and though he didn’t believe it to be true, there wasn't any hint left of the superjock he had been. Anybody meeting Thick for the first time would see the rolls and rolls of flab on his pear-shaped body and assume he had never been on a treadmill or in a weight room before.

On the last day of summer school, Miss Gunderson joined the trio of torturers to watch as Thick completed one last workout. There wasn’t a final fitness test like there had been during the regular school year – all Thick had to do was follow directions and participate to graduate – but even just doing the assigned exercise took a huge amount of effort.

Miss Gunderson walked up to see Thick on the ground on all fours, breathing hard and looking like he was about to throw up. His clothes were soaking wet from sweating and clung even tighter his flabby body.

The PE teacher excused Brett, Stephanie, and Melissa and stood over her troublesome student, and after 30 seconds of waiting she finally squatted down beside him and said he had passed the class. Then she whispered in his ear, "Well, fat boy, how does it feel to be such a weakling? How does it feel to be looked upon with pity and disgust? I bet it’s been a while since any woman has looked at you in the way they did before. And I bet they never will again.”

Thick certainly didn't want a woman to have the last word. Even if she was a teacher at the school, now that he had passed the class and earned his diploma, there wasn't anything she could do to hurt him. Or so he thought.

"Lady, you're crazy. I'm just a little run down right now, but trust me, I will bounce back. Once an athlete, always an athlete. My muscle memory will snap me back into prime condition in no time, and I'll be out at the beach all next summer scoring with nothing but 9's and 10's."

Miss Gunderson smiled. "You think so, huh? Well, let me tell you why you are so run down. You know all those powders you take each day? The creatine, the protein, the muscle blaster, and all those others? I'll tell you why they haven't been working. You were getting too cocky and too much of a bully, so I decided to teach you a lesson and replace those precious powders with my own special concoctions. Basically, you've been taking a blend of super weight gain powder specifically designed to add hard-to-lose fat, and an enhanced version of myostatin that inhibits muscle growth. And by my estimate, you've taken in so much of these chemicals that they'll remain in your system for years. So, no matter how much you try, you won't be able to lose the fat or build any muscle for at least a decade."

Thick stood up on his wobbly legs. "I'm not that fat,” he said. “I may not be in the best shape of my life, but there's no way I'm a heifer like some of the girls in your PE class."

Miss Gunderson reached up and tore at Thick's shirt, ripping it right off of his torso with her amazing grip strength, and then pointed at the window of the high school where their reflections were showing. "Look at yourself," she said while jiggling the flab on his massive belly. "You are a giant tub of lard, and you're going to stay this way for at least 10 years. Better get used to it, chub. You're a 2 now, so you're going to have trouble making it with those 3's and 4's you once rejected."

She laughed hard and then walked away.

Thick stared at himself and took in all the changes. He refused to believe that Miss Gunderson was telling the truth, and he knew that he would regain his previous physique faster than anyone thought possible.

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One year later, Thick’s dad, Darren Johnson, grunted as he hoisted the barbell back onto the rack in the garage of his home. It was loaded up with 500 pounds of iron, but he had just bench pressed it rather easily 10 times.

"Fuck, yeah," he said as he raised his sweaty, shirtless torso up from the bench. "That felt awesome!"

Miss Gunderson grinned wildly, her lady juices stirring at the sight of the 6’5”, 350-pound muscular behemoth she had helped transform – the two had grown close while teaching a lesson to Thick, and in addition to dating she had set him up on a workout plan. Darren’s body had responded to the exercises, and he had more than regained the body he used to have.

Darren could tell he was turning her on, so he started rubbing his 65-inch chest vigorously. "Check out my pecs, Velma. Not bad, huh? They're so big now that I cannot even see my abs...thank God you have all these mirrors down here or I might miss out on seeing how shredded I've gotten as well."

She licked her lips as he caressed himself. "Very impressive...your pecs look like they could lift a mountain."

Darren laughed, and then flexed his 24-inch biceps. "With these arms to help, yeah, I bet they could. God, I feel as a strong as an ox! I'm ready to take on the world!"

"Take on the world, you say, Darren," cooed the PE teacher and she sat down on Darren's lap and began rubbing his big sweaty arms. "I don’t know about that, but maybe you can start by taking me to bed again? I’m really ready for another round.”

Darren didn’t need to be told twice. He scooped up his lover as he stood up from the bench and carried her into the house. He walked down the hall and into his bedroom, and then gently lay her down on his California King bed. Seconds later his sweaty muscular body was on top of Miss Gunderson, and she took Darren’s massive cock into her hand and guided it inside her.

Down the hall, Thick could hear the fucking begin, so he put his headphones on to drown out the noise. He was lying in bed – all 550 pounds of him – surrounded by empty food delivery bags, pizza boxes, and ice cream tubs. Thick was wearing a food-stained 6XL shirt that couldn’t quite cover his belly, which sagged out about a foot below the bottom hem, and a 64” waist pair of sweatpants. Other than to get food and use the bathroom, Thick didn’t venture much from his bed anymore, as he preferred to shut out the outside world and stick to watching shows on Netflix and Hulu.

That’s not to say he hadn’t made some efforts over the past year – he definitely had tried to regain his previous level of fitness, especially during the first few months, but nothing had worked. It turned out that what Miss Gunderson had said was true and the replacements she had made to his supplements had wrecked his ability to lose weight or gain muscle, and it was going to be another 10 years before they would be out of his system. By then he would be 30 and his metabolism would have slowed down anyway, so he eventually gave up trying.

The weight piled on quickly after that…Thick hit 400 just a few months later, and he continued gaining rapidly up to his current blob weight of 550. His dad and Miss Gunderson started calling him Blimp instead of Thick, and he would have told them to stop but all the fight had drained out of his body along with his muscle. Besides, he usually had a mouthful of food and couldn’t really get the words out.

So on his bed Blimp Johnson remained, day after day, gobbling down food and growing fatter and fatter. And he never insulted or ridiculed anyone ever again.