Jackson, part 12 - story by Sarav59

It was sudden.

His knees bowed outwards. His belly quivered and jiggled. With no stamina left he was at gravity's tender mercy.

'Pff... Wha..!' Jackson spit up bits of donut as his body began to collapse.

He flayed his arms out desperately. Clawing at the pile of food. His flabby fingers came away with nothing but crushed onion rings and cake frosting.

He fell backwards and, pushed by momentum, was suspended in air.

His ass then smacked the floor spreading outwards in all directions in a tidal wave of flesh.

Jackson was in shock.

Beads of sweat were dripping into his eyes, blurring his vision. He tried to wipe them away but he couldn't lift his arms. His muscles were too weak. He could feel a slight prickling sensation along the soles of his feet, but he couldn't even move his big toe.

He felt scared, trapped, and was missing... his bed. All he wanted now was to return to those soft pillows. This walk had been more than enough to terrify Jackson against trying to walk again. Nothing was worth this feeling he had now.

Coughing uncontrollably, Jackson struggled to talk.

'(Huff... Huff... Cough...) Oh... Finley... help... HELP! Uggh, I... I can't move!!! (Burp...) Uggh...'

Finley rushed over to the panicking man, a big smile across his face.

Finley had finally gotten his just revenge. All those terrible years of working his way up, struggling with his injury, had finally paid off.

His rival had been reduced to a pile of jiggling fat, barely human at all. He was incapable of even the slightest movement.

'What can I do for you, bud? Do you want me to help you back to bed?'

'Uggh... p-please...'

'Sure  thing, and I'll make sure to bring over the table directly to your bed. Heh, I guess I won our little wager. No need to worry about that right now. Let's just concentrate on getting you back to bed.'

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