Slob Control - Bill Exercises His Magic

It had been close to a month now, since Bill had found the magical spellbook and begun warping the the men around him to be more to his liking. While in the beginning he’d had a more direct hand in the changes, he’d decided that, if he really wanted to change the world, then he’d need some help, and he’d begun enlisting the assistance of a few like-minded individuals, giving them their own powers and domains in which to warp men to their liking. While they’d been at work though, Bill had been busy himself, studying the spellbook, and working to grow and master his new power. He begun practicing spells, working to build up his own willpower and knowledge. Soon, the spells that had laid him out for days at a time, no longer seemed to affect him for more than a few hours. He checked up on his fellows regularly, looking in on them and their various projects and victims, but he found himself itching to give himself more of a challenge than he’d done before. And so, that’s how Bill ended up outside the gym, dressed in his slobby best, ready to wreck a little more havoc with a few new spells he had up his sleeve.

The gym was nothing particularly special. It was one of the large corporate chains, large enough to have some exercise rooms and classes, a pool, a basketball court, and plenty of equipment for working out. Bill, of course, had never set foot inside a gym in his life, and he had the gut and flabby body to prove it. He opened the door and stepped inside, finding himself in the spacious, windowed atrium, facing a large curved desk with a burly man standing behind it. The man took one look at Bill as he entered, and couldn’t quite hold back the slight sneer on his face. Bill did his best to hide his own smile, thinking about what we could do to this fellow. Sure, he could turn him into a filthy pig right here and now with a big enough burst of energy, but he’d found that big exertions like that would cost him later on. It was better to go slow, manipulate them bit by bit, erode their will away until they couldn’t resist—then, Bill could do whatever he wanted with them, like he did with his pitiful slave Peter next door.

He bellied his was up to the desk, smiling away, while the fellow behind the desk—a man named Nate, apparently, judging by the name tag— gave him a look of disgust. “Hey there bud,” Bill said, “I was hoping I could get a membership here.”

Nate looked like what he really wanted to do was toss Bill out onto the sidewalk with a swift kick to the rear for even daring to step his fat, dirty ass in here, but he slapped on his customer service face as best he could. Membership, after all, paid his wages. “Sure thing, we can do that,” he said, “We have two membership tiers, the—“

“Hold on, I’d like a tour first. You know, so I can see if this is the right gym for me,” Bill said, and saw the little flicker of irritation in the Nate’s brow.

“Sure, of course,” Nate said, stepped out from behind the desk, and motioned for Bill to follow him into the gym proper. Nate’s tour was clearly well practiced, and he didn’t seem particularly interested in whether Bill was finding it helpful or not. They walked the floor of the gym, Nate showing him the free weight area, the treadmills and the machines. Bill, meanwhile, was already tired of Nate’s obvious disdain, and his mind was racing, thinking about how he could bring the fellow down to his level. 

It was when they reached the first exercise room that Bill had his first thought. The room was empty at the moment, three of the walls covered with mirrors, and Bill saw himself standing next to Nate, and was struck by just how different they looked. Bill muttered a small spell, bringing the flow of time around them to a halt, giving him a moment to think and work. Bill walked up to the mirror and looked at himself for the first time in quite a while. In all of this time, he’d never actually considered changing much about himself—because, in the end, he didn’t find there to be much worth changing. He liked being a fat, lazy, hairy slob, after all, but he supposed that he didn’t have to be that, all the time. Looking over at the tall, buff Nate, frozen in place, he thought about what it would be like in a body like that. Of course, Bill didn’t want a lean, muscular, clean cut body like Nate had, but he’d never been muscular or strong a day in his life. He was rather curious about what that would feel like. Then again, he didn’t have to wonder, now did he?

If he was going to bulk up, it would be on his own terms though. Bill looked back at himself in the mirror for a moment, then closed his eyes and focused. It felt strange directing the magic at himself, pushing and warping his own body for the first time, but when he opened his eyes next, a rather different Bill was looking back at him, and he grinned. Nate seemed to respect muscle—so why not give him muscle to look at? The new Bill was easily six foot six, and had a physique to rival a professional powerlifter, easily 350 pounds of solid muscle with a thick layer of fat on top of it. He was no longer wearing his ratty t-shirt and jeans, instead he had on a stringer tank, showing off his thickly furred chest and arms, and a pair of gym shorts stretched tight across his thighs, showing off his prominent bulge—with quite a few stains across the front. His head was shaved, and he had a thick, bushy beard that reached down to his chest—and he stank. He lifted one of his arms and took a whiff of himself, and even surprised himself a bit. He was used to smelling bad of course, but the scent of a body used to working out was new to him, the smell sharper and more pointed somehow than his usual one. Satisfied with his new appearance, he turned towards Nate, who was still frozen a few feet away.

It was clear that Nate had never experienced a body different from his own, either. He’d likely always been muscular and lean, and Bill thought it might be time for him to experience life in a different sort of body. He turned his transformative spell towards his tour guide, and watched as he began to shrink, going from a couple of inches over six feet down to five foot two. At the same time, he lost much of his muscle mass, only to regain the weight—and more—as fat. He worked in a few details as well, making him look younger, only twenty-two at best, with a face covered with zits and thick glasses on his face. In a matter of moments, the stud had become a young, ugly, fatass nerd. He only changed him physically though—he left the man’s mind intact, for now. He walked over to where he was still frozen, and spoke to him a few commands, backed by authoritative magic. Until Bill told him otherwise, Nate would believe that Bill had always looked like a massive powerlifter—however, he would be totally unaware of his own transformation, and still think of himself as a muscular fellow himself. Bill also pushed a little reality magic out, enough to make sure that everyone else would think nothing at all had changed for the two of them while they were in the room. Satisfied, Bill allowed the normal flow of time to resume.

Nate blinked at him a few times, confused for a moment, but then fell right back into the rhythm of the tour, though now, he was much more engaged, talking with the new Bill. If anything, Nate seemed rather impressed that a man like Bill would be interested in a gym like this—there were a few weightlifter gyms in the area that catered to men more of Bill’s style, wouldn’t those suit him better? Bill just smiled and shrugged, resisting the urge to laugh at the short, chubby nerd asking him about bodybuilding. They finished up the tour and headed back towards the front of the gym. They ended up off to the side, in a small office, where Nate took a seat behind a desk at a computer, momentarily surprised at how low the chair was, and taking a few moments to raise it up to the proper height. Meanwhile, Bill struggled to fit his massive frame in the small chair in front of it, feeling the flimsy material struggle against his bulk.

In a much higher, more nasally voice, Nate said, “Alright, so if you’re still interested in a membership here at the gym, then we have two levels—silver and gold. A man of your experience would probably get more out of the gold membership, which runs $50 a month, and comes with some additional benefits like…”

Bill let him prattle on, it was hardly important. If anything, keeping Nate distracted made it easier to start tinkering, bit by bit, with his mind. Bill knew exactly what he was going to do to this chubby worm, but he didn’t want it to happen quickly—no, he wanted to break him, properly. The first order of business then, would be to start warping his sexuality. He made Nate hopelessly gay to start with, and added in a massive fetish for massive, muscular men like Bill now was—the hairier and smellier the better. On top of that, he added a fetish for bullying and humiliation—the meaner someone was to him, the more turned on Nate would be

“…so, what would you be interested in? Gold or Silver?” Nate asked as he wrapped up an explanation Bill hadn’t bothered to pay any attention towards.

“I actually have a counter offer,” Bill said, smiling at the Nate across the desk.

“W-What?”

“Well, before I make it, maybe I should show you the stakes, eh?” Bill said, and with a wave of his hand, he turned the wall of the office to one side of them into a mirror, and at the same time, lifted the mental block that had been keeping Nate from noticing his new body. “What do you think of your new look, Nate?”

Nate recoiled so violently that he fell back off the chair and onto the floor, making a high pitched yelp as he did, making Bill laugh. Nate managed to haul himself upright, and took in his new body—short, fat, pimply and nerdy. He turned to Bill, “What the hell did you do to me? Change me back!”

“Shut up you fuckin’ nerd,” Bill said, and he saw the sudden shock of pleasure across Nate’s face at the insult. “You enjoy that? You like it when I call you a nerd? A fuckin’ loser? A nasty, fatass pervert?”

Nate was almost panting with lust, doing everything he could to resist the urge to shove his hands down the front of his pants and start playing with himself. “Fuck, this…this isn’t me, I don’t want this…”

“Heh, I bet this is a dream job for a filthy pervert like you. Getting to sit around all day, watching big muscle guys like me workout in our skimpy outfits, while you sit here and jack off like the dirty minded twerp you are.”

“Shut up!” Nate tried to shout, but it came out more as a pleading whimper.

Tell you what, perv—I’ll give you a choice. If you really don’t want this, then fine. All you have to do is walk out of your office here, and I’ll put everything back the way it was,” Bill said with a knowing smirk, “Or, you can sit down at that desk, pull out your credit card, and pay for my new gold membership plan.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I’m glad you asked, nerd. If you sit down and pay for my membership, then I’ll ruin your body and life even more and then I’ll let you taste my nasty fucking armpits for thirty seconds.

The choice should have been simple, of course. Nate was already on his way to stand up and leave the office, when Bill leaned back in the chair and put his arms back behind his head, filling the room with his powerful musk. Nate froze, mouth slack, a bit of drool coming out, and moaned, no longer able to stop himself from groping his cock. “Smells good, don’t it?”

“F-Fuck, it…it smells amazing…” Nate moaned.

“Well go on, weren’t you gonna leave? Don’t you want that hot, muscled body back?”

“F-Fuck, I…I can’t stop…” Nate said, now pushing down his shorts and pulling out his cock.

“You don’t cum, nerd. The only way you’ll cum is if you taste these pits, understand? Come on bitch, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself, you’re a worthless, weak-willed pervert, and that’s all you’re ever gonna be from now on. Better to pull out that credit card and just fucking admit it.”

Nate stroked his cock harder, but as close as he got to the edge, there didn’t seem to be anything he could do to make himself cum—and the hornier he got, the more intense the scent in the room became. He had to get out of here, if he could just get out, then everything would go back to normal, but did…did he want that? Did he want that as much as he wanted to know how fucking good Bill’s pits must taste? His mouth was watering at the thought of it. 

“You wanna know what I’m gonna do to you, when you finally give in? I’m going to make you even fatter of course. I’m thinking…600 pounds. Your cock is going bye bye too—I’ll shrink it down to an inch, so you can’t even reach it. Don’t worry though, you’ll have such a bad problem with premature ejaculation, you’ll cum uncontrollably, all day long. You’ll forget about any sex you’ve ever had—you’re gonna be a virgin for life, and every guy here at the gym is gonna treat you like their personal punching bag, bullying you, beating you up, but you’ll love it—just a perverted masochist who loves getting wrecked by alpha men like me, paying for the privilege of licking our pits, or if you can afford it, cleaning out our ass cracks, or licking our feet. You’ll remember who you were too, of course, but you won’t be able to do anything about it—you’ll be trapped as a fat, worthless, virgin nerd for the rest of your miserable life.”

By the end of his description, Nate had already pulled out his wallet with shaking hands, found his credit card, and was entering the information into the computer. Before he could hesitate, he hit submit, and handed Bill his new Gold Membership Card. 

“That’s a good pervert—now, let’s see about making that fantasy of yours a reality, eh? Why don’t we start with that body of yours…”

Nate felt his body beginning to inflate again, even more fat piling onto his body, while he let out a little sob of defeat, horrified by what he’d just done to himself. Bill willed Nate’s clothes away, leaving him standing there in front of the mirror, totally naked, helplessly watching as his cock shrank away up into his burgeoning fat pad, thighs rubbing together, two, and then three chins piling on his massive, flabby chest—but then he noticed something else. His hair was thinning, and beginning to turn gray, becoming styled in a hopeless attempt at a comb over. A scraggly neckbeard appeared on his multitude of chins, and his teeth began to grow crooked and a bit yellowed. “No! Why do I look older!” he said, waddling closer to the mirror.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that part?” Bill said with a grin. “Nate, the 55 year old virgin, never been able to convince another man to try and find his cock in all these years. Hasn’t even found the courage to pay someone to fuck his ass—you’re too much of a coward, or maybe you just know that you’re such a worthless piece of shit, you aren’t worth anyone’s time?”

Nate shuddered at the insult, his puny cock unleashing a wave of precum that drooled out of the folds of his fat pad. 

“I don’t think you’re going to be fooling anyone, trying to convince them that you’re a personal trainer here either. Might as well find you a position more fitting, eh? How about the janitor? You already like cleaning up after all of us alphas, might as well get paid a pittance to do it, right?”

A filthy set of coveralls appeared on Nate’s massive frame, and he let out a proper sob this time, disgusted with himself, the name “Nathan” embroidered on the chest.

“There you go ‘Nate’—fifty five years old, living alone in a filthy studio apartment, spending all of your free time looking at porn, and begging muscle men and bears to talk to you on the internet, begging them to humiliate you, so that puny cock will be able to cum. You’re too honorable to steal stuff—that, and paying other men to degrade you is too pleasurable to resist, so you haggle all of us for our filthy jocks and socks so you can sniff them at home. You spend all your time here licking the sweaty benches clean, and of course, watching the muscle guys work out, your cock spewing out loads of cum as you fuck your fat. That’s why we all call you Bater, right? What do you say, Bater? You want your prize?”

Bill lifted up his arms again, and Bater rushed over—at least, as much as the 600 pound pervert could rush, and mashed his face into one of Bill’s pits. He felt his cock explode, the front of his coveralls growing damp as his load of cum leaked out of the mass of stinking fat around his cock. When his thirty seconds were up, Bill shoved him away, and when Bater tried to get greedy and get a last taste, he slapped him across his face—which was enough to make the old pig moan, letting another load of cum loose in his coveralls.

“Just for that, the next taste is gonna cost you double,” Bill said, “Now, don’t you have some fucking work to do around here?”

“S-Sorry Sir, I…I just…”

Bill gave him a sucker punch in the gut, making Bater double over and groan. “I think you piss me off just so I’ll hit you more. I’ll have to start making you pay for the punches too.”

Bill picked up his new membership card and left Bater in the office, where the old man caught his breath and lumbered his way out onto the gym floor. He caught sight of himself in one of the many mirrors, grossed out by the obvious wet spot on the front of his uniform, and knew that he’d made a horrible choice—but there was no going back now. 

Bill meanwhile, was very happy with his newfound powers—and also pleased with his new body. Sure, his old one was rather comfortable, but there was something rather delightful about being this big and strong—and still plenty filthy. He was feeling a little tired though—it was best not to push it too much. He left the gym, returned to his normal body, and headed home. He had a feeling he’d be working out there pretty regularly though—that had been some good exercise for his powers and stamina, and he could always stop by and mess with someone’s life a few days a week.