Sweet Revenge, Part 4 (Conclusion)

Three months later, Gus had changed a lot without his daily protein intake and special vitamins. He was down to 5'6 and weighed 300 pounds, all of which was fat. Any trace of the big Greek bull he had been was gone, replaced by a carbon copy of how his brother Nick used to look. He was even losing his hair, which had retreated from a dark thick mane down to a wispy, thinning comb-over.

Gus trudged up from the basement after another night of being forced to listen to Patrick and Nick make love in his own house. The pair could have moved back to Nick's place, but they seemed to enjoy torturing him with their lovemaking, plus they have totally turned Nick's house into a workout space. Every room was filled with equipment to build their bodies bigger, but none of which Gus himself was allowed to use.

Nick and Patrick were in the kitchen waiting for him when he opened the door wearing nothing but swim trunks and flip flops. Nick had continued to get bigger the last few months, topping out at 6'10" and 420 pounds of solid muscle. He had recently started creating videos on Only Fans, treating the world to his spectacular physique and incredible strength. As you might expect, he quickly became one of the platform’s top-earning performers, and all the extra cash had allowed him to buy the new gym equipment. 

Patrick, too, had also muscled up – no longer a fat ex-bodybuilder, he had regained most of his muscle and lost all of the fat he had accumulated, which made him again look like the All-American stud. Gus thought Nick might not want Patrick to lose the weight since he also seemed to enjoy his heavier body, but Nick had encouraged Patrick to get in shape and definitely showed his appreciation in the bedroom every night.

"Hey there, sunshine," said Nick as Gus entered the kitchen. Gus was only wearing a pair of blue athletic shorts that Nick used to wear when he was fat; they were stretched to their maximum by all the flab of Gus's gut, butt, and legs.

"Hey," was all Gus said in return.

"I've got good news for you today, Gussy. I'm going to let you get some exercise this afternoon. Maybe work off a few of those pounds you've gained."

Gus paused for a second; the idea of getting back into shape was all he had thought about for months. He glanced down at all the fat on his body with disgust, hoping that it wasn't a trick. "Really?"

"Indeed, little brother," replied Nick. "I see the way you look at my muscles – my big, hard, strong, pumped-up muscles. You want yours back, don't you? You'd like a chance to get big again – or maybe bigger? Maybe you'd like to get a big as me now, with my 28-inch biceps, right?

Gus started to get hard, and he was glad that his big gut was covering his erection. "Um, yeah. Are you going to let me lift with you and Patrick?"

Nick shook his head. “We thought we would start off with something a little less taxing…you know, to ease you back into a routine. Like swimming in your pool?"

Patrick added, “Yeah, Gus, let’s go outside and you can swim a few laps.”

Gus agreed and followed the two hunks through the back door onto the patio. He was shocked at what he saw – about 20 people milling about, with a buffet table set up with a variety of brunch foods. “What…what is going on? Who are all these people?”

“You don’t recognize your former co-workers from the car lot?” asked Nick as he shut the door. “They all REALLY wanted to see you.”

Gus gasped, and then tried to retreat back into the house, but his brother pushed his forward and almost caused him to stumble. The movement made all of the fat on his body jiggle, and several onlookers snickered.

"Now before you get in the pool, Gus, I’m sure you’d like to get some breakfast, right? Isn’t that tummy of your starving right now?” asked Patrick as he reached down and rubbed Gus’s gut.

He was indeed very hungry, but Gus really just wanted to hide. Unfortunately for him, Patrick and Nick were not going to let that happen. The big musclemen led him over the buffet table, stopping along the way to say hello to their guests and encouraging them to take photos of Gus’s transformation.

Everyone Gus encountered made fun of his weight gain, muscle loss, height loss, or thinning hair – and sometimes mocked him for all of them. Nora, the receptionist, who had been desperate to fuck Gus when he had been a stud, called him a fat cow – the very words he had called her when he turned down after she asked him on a date. Gene, one of the mechanics who also hadn’t in the best of shape, grabbed handful of Gus’s belly fat, twisted hard, and laughed as he asked if Gus even knew what a sit-up was. And then there was William, another salesman who Gus used to make fun of by calling him Wimp, who winked and then flicked Gus’s quivering man-boob.

By the time he had made it over to the buffet table, dozens of photos of Gus has been posted on social media, along with a few old pictures of what he used to look like, to ensure that his embarrassment wasn’t contained to just his backyard. Gus started filling up his plate, but then turned to asked his brother: “Why does everyone look so different? They’re not how I remember them?"

Nick replied, “Well, for starters, you’re not as tall as you used to be. You used to look down at everyone – both literally and figuratively – and now you have to look up. And secondly, Patrick has been coaching them at the gym after work these past few months. Most of them have lost fat, gained muscle, or both. William over there has been the star, right, Patrick?”

Patrick nodded. “Indeed. The guy has put on 30 pounds of muscle the past few months. I had to lend him some of my tailored shirts because he was blowing out all of his old ones."

“Fuck,” thought Gus. “Everyone’s gotten hotter but me.”

Gus then finished getting his food and sat down at a nearby table to start scarfing it down. Patrick and Nick left to mingle with their guests, and the newly fat man tried to avoid talking to or looking at any of the co-workers he had mercilessly teased during his time at the car lot. After he finished, when his brother and Patrick weren’t looking, he sneaked back into the house so he could hide in his room in the basement, but unfortunately did not expect William to be standing in the kitchen. William had changed from his blazer, dress shirt, and khakis into a tight speedo that showed off his newly muscular body very, very well. He had big arms and thighs, firm pecs, and a tight six-pack.

"Hey there, Gus, what's going on?" asked William. "Looks like you've gone a little soft there."

"Um, it's just temporary, you know. My body will turn it to muscle like it always has," replied Gus, wishing for about the 100th time that he had put on a shirt before coming upstairs.

William reached over with his strong hands and forcefully put them on Gus's belly. "I don't know, Gus, I think this might be a little more than temporary. I think I might have to just start calling you Gut from now on."

Gus tried to back away, but the kitchen counter was right behind him and he couldn't back up any more. "I may have put on a few pounds, but I'm still a really strong man."

William laughed and moved closer, keeping one hand on Gus's gut and moving the other up to fondle his saggy moobs. "Hardly. When was the last time you had sex, Gut? What's it been – two weeks? Four weeks? Several months? Do you think other strong men go that long without sex?"

"Well, I've just been a little tired."

"Ha! You've turned into a big fat mess, but that’s OK by me. I like my men with a little meat on their bones. What do you think of my new body?”

“Um, you look nice,” replied Gus.

William took one of his hands off Gus’s belly, slid it down into the fat man's shorts, and squeezed his growing cock. “Hmmm…feels like you think I look more than nice. I think you want me. Isn’t that right, Gut? You used to make fun of my body, but now you can’t resist it.”

Gus moaned. He had dominated as the alpha over all his previous sexual conquests, so this turn of events felt very strange to him. But he could not deny he was also very turned on. “Please, fuck me,” he whispered. “It’s been a long, long time for me.”

William gave another squeeze to Gus’s cock and replied, “Gladly. Show me to the bedroom, Gut.”

The two rushed downstairs to Gus’s bedroom and, since they were both only wearing shorts, managed to get undressed under 5 seconds. William used his newfound strength the hoist Gus into the bed and flip him over onto his stomach, which only made Gus’s cock grow harder. When William crawled on top of him, Gus reached over and began fingering the vein on the muscleman’s 17-inch bicep. “You sure have gotten a lot stronger, Wimp – I mean, William. I remember when you used to have trouble carrying those 5-pound car mats.”

“Ha, not anymore!” said William as he pulled a condom over his cock and rammed it into Gus’s pillowy ass. “Patrick has been training me and giving me some special supplements to help me add muscle superfast. I’ve already put on 30 pounds and he thinks I can add at least another 100 by the end of the year more if I really push myself. He calls me a freak of nature.”

Gus gulped. “You’d be up to like 300 pounds of muscle…by the end of the year?”

“Yes, can you believe it?” asked William as he pumped harder and harder. “My wimpy days are long-gone. I’ll be the fuckin’ alpha at the car lot now, and in the bedroom. You’re going to be seeing a lot more of me, Gut.”

Gus gulped again, and then moaned as the friction from William’s cock made his whole body heat up. “Maybe…maybe I could work out with you sometime?”

William was bucking at full strength now – his cock pounding into Gus’s hole. “Nah, I’m gonna make sure you stay soft and keep growing this ass and that belly and those tits of yours, Gut.”

“Oh, I don’t think I can get any fatter, William. I mean, I really need to lose some weight.”

“What you need to do is stop thinking for yourself, Gut. Patrick and Nick filled me in on what you need - candy, cakes, brownies...basically anything sugary and loaded with calories. With all the new cars I've been selling thanks to my hot bod, I've got a ton of extra cash to keep you loaded with sweets for a long time. You'll move in with me and be my devoted fuck buddy. And by the time I get to 300 pounds of muscle, you're going to be at least 500 pounds of thick lard. Every part of you is going to get softer and weaker and flabbier, but I'm still going to fuck you raw every night."

William then shot his load as he fantasized about Gus growing fatter and fatter. Unbeknownst to both, Patrick and Nick listened in from the top of the stairs and smiled knowing that their sweet revenge was complete.