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A Rewritten Life - Part 4
🕑 Added 2019-07-30 21:18:47 +0000 UTCGarcia didn’t know what to expect, but this wasn’t quite it. There were a few stairs to get inside the up-scale townhouse, which both of them struggled to ascend, but once inside the air was finally cool enough that Garcia stopped sweating almost immediately. In fact, it was the coolest place he’d been too all day.
“Welcome,” the man said turning and tossing his fedora onto a nearby hatrack. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m Salem, by the way, but you can just call me Sal.”
Sal’s home seemed oddly spacious on the inside. And despite the fact the townhouse-style abode seemed a tall three-stories on the outside, Garcia couldn’t see any stairs. There was a practically cavernous living room, a kitchen, and them a wide hallway that seemed to go further back.
Stranger still, there were lights everywhere. Not all of them were on at the moment, but Garcia got the sense that this place would be very bright if they were flipped on at once.
Sal lumbered to the kitchen as Garcia flipped off his sandals. Once there, the big, bearded man rummaged around for a few moments before producing a spread of hors d'oeuvres that would have been perfect for a reception of 20. Garcia had no idea where he kept all that food--there were quite a few tall cabinets in the kitchen, but there was just a single fridge which already seemed full to bursting.
“I don’t often have to provide for two men of our stature, so this is a real treat for me. Have a seat, eat--I’ll be right back.” Placing two trays on the living room coffee table, Sal then waddled his way down the hall.
With a grunt, Garcia sat down on the well-padded and extra-deep couch. Unlike most furniture Garcia had ever sat upon, this sofa didn’t groan in protest from the suddenly added bulk.
He munched on cheese and meat-covered crackers and tiny hotdogs on sticks while looking around the well-furnished abode, but he couldn’t stop thinking that the interior and exterior dimensions just didn’t make sense. Unless the doors of the neighboring houses lead to stairs going up and down, which would make for some very creative architecture.
Garcia reached for another snack and his hand came back empty. Looking down, he realized that the tray was devoid of food and he’d eaten it all without thinking. He also noticed that more of his gut was hanging out from beneath the hem of his too-tight t-shirt.
“What the-,” Garcia said before the rumbling steps of Sal made him stop. He looked over his shoulder and saw the big man was now shirtless.
“Oh, finished already? I’ll get the other trays,” he said, and then waddled back to the kitchen. As he left, Garcia noted that Sal had actually replaced his button-down with a leather harness, the straps fitting neatly into the folds of flesh that wrapped around his torso. His pants were gone, and instead were replaced by a massive leather thong, the straps again almost invisible where they fitted neatly into the gaps of Sal’s ass and love handles.
On his way back, Garcia noted that Sal’s pouch was full almost to overflowing despite the obvious roll of pubic fat pushing it downward. It was so alluring that he didn’t even notice the food trays being replaced with barely a sound.
“Well, I guess if you’re comfortable wearing that little thing you can keep it on, but we’re definitely going to need to get you some new clothes after we’re done here,” Sal said. The words were playful, with ham-sized fists on tire-sized rolls where his waist would be.
“I-uh, wow, you’ve got a nice place,” Garcia said, reaching with a grunt for more food.
“Yeah, I did a lot of work to it. Now it fits me like a glove.”
Garcia gulped, eyes still on Sal’s sagging pouch. “Yeah. Glove.”
He reached for another salty snack, but then came up short when he heard a tearing sound. The sleeve of Garcia’s t-shirt now had a neat rip just where it met the shoulder.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. You’re not leaving here with that tiny thing anyway,” Sal said with a wave of his hand. “Try the salmon, it’s my favorite.”
Garcia did and heard another rip from somewhere else.
Sal then brought the tray to Garcia’s face so he wouldn’t have to lean over. “Here, I’ll help. Eat up while I fill you in with a bit of exposition. Pun intended.”
Garcia could feel more and more of his gut exposed to the cool air of Sal’s home but kept eating. “As you might have guessed, I have certain… powers. I could tell you weren’t happy, that you were living the life you never wanted in the first place, so I took some steps to correct it.”
Sal continued by stuffing a chocolate-covered strawberry into Garcia’s chubby face. “Admittedly, that resulted in a less desirable outcome of being virtually destitute, but I have a solution to that problem. One I think you’ll very much enjoy.”
With that, the lights surrounding the living room turned on and Garcia had to blink back the stars that filled his vision. “The internet has been a great thing for certain people. Now, if folks are willing to share their most intimate moments, there’s no end to the material wealth that you can accrue. Not that I necessarily needed it, but it’s a big hassle trying to hide millions in conjured funds from the IRS. Now I get all my income legit thanks to various video sites.”
“Wait, you’re recording?”
“Oh yes,” Sal said, placing another tiny hotdog on Garcia’s lips which he sucked down greedily. “Typical careers were a bit of a roadblock for you, but I think this will be your breakout sensation. I’ll share half the revenue with you to get you started.”
Just then, Garcia heard an odd creaking noise, a strange shifting, and then a loud series of tears. His entire t-shirt virtually shredded, Garcia’s enormously flabby torso came flopping free, tits and belly bouncing a few times before finally settling on his lap. He noticed his gut rested several inches further away than he remembered, and his rounded moobs took up even more of the bottom half of his vision. Both were covered in angry red stretch marks.
Sal in his leather straps turned toward what Garcia could only assume was a camera and said, “I think that about wraps it up for part one. Join us for part two after the break.”
