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What Ward Wants, Part 1
🕑 Added 2022-01-09 17:30:41 +0000 UTC
Ward watched the dining area from his usual spot near the front counter. He noted the three college-age men sitting in the booth near the door, and he instinctively knew they were planning to dine and dash based on their age, their cocky attitudes, and how they kept getting more food instead of asking for the check. As the manager-on-duty, Ward figured he would get written up, and maybe even fired, if he let it happen again.
Working at a roadside diner wasn't what Ward had imagined himself to be growing up. He'd been an active kid who loved to play sports, and by 18 had risen to be the MVP on his high school football, wrestling, and baseball teams. He also was really into weightlifting and loved to watch his muscles grow bigger as he pumped iron, getting up to 6'3" tall and a well-muscled 240 pounds. Add to that his blond hair, blue eyes, and perfect smile, and Ward was definitely the center of attention wherever he went.
Ward went to college on a football scholarship, but after getting hit by a drunk driver in a car accident (that resulted in two broken legs) and a long, slow recovery during his junior year, his dream was derailed. It also caused him to gain a lot of weight, going from 240 muscular pounds to a flabby 300 pounds by the time he reached graduation. Even worse, almost all the money he got from the insurance settlement was gambled away by his deadbeat stepdad, and his gold-digger boyfriend soon dumped him when he realized Ward was no longer going live the life of luxury as an NFL player.
After getting everything important taken away, Ward fell into a bit of a depression. He floated from job to job after college, finally ending up as a dishwasher at the restaurant he currently worked, and eventually rising to the position of night supervisor. He didn't particularly like his job, as his boss took advantage of his loneliness by scheduling him all the time (and Ward was pretty sure his boss skimmed money off his paychecks), but he didn't really know where else he would go. He had no other work experience, and his hard life had taken its toll on his confidence to try something new. He was a has-been at the relatively young age of 32.
"But tonight," he thought. "Maybe I can notch a win and not be taken advantage of."
Ward sauntered away from the counter and acted like he was headed for the restroom. His legs still hurt from time to time, and the extra 50 pounds he had gained from eating the fried food at the restaurant didn't help, so he had to walk slowly. He still had good hearing, though, and could make out what the men at the booth were saying.
Man #1 was sitting farthest from the door, but he was alone on his side of the booth. He looked to be in his early 20s and was tall and lean like a basketball player. He was talking about how good the food was, but not good enough that he would feel guilty skipping out on the bill.
Man #2 was on the outside of the booth, seated on the bench closer to the door. He looked to be about the same age as Man #1, but was shorter and a bit bulkier, like a baseball player. He was nodding in agreement with Man #1 and saying yes over and over.
Man #3 was seated next to Man #2 on the inside of the booth. He was bigger than the other two, by quite a bit, and resembled a football player. He was also handsome, with bright eyes and big dimples, and was wearing a Rolex and an expensive-looking Brooks Brothers sweater over his bulky torso. He snickered and said, “As soon as fatass goes to piss, we’re out of here.”
Ward bristled at the comment, but he knew he couldn’t do anything until they actually left without paying. So he hustled as fast as he could down the restroom corridor, but then sneaked out the back door at the end of the hall. As he exited the building he saw his reflection in the window – still tall and broad, but with a sagging chest and belly that jiggled in his too-tight dress shirt. His arms plumped with flab instead of muscle. And as ass the size of two watermelons that at any moment were going to bust through the seams of his slacks.
“Fuck, I gotta get control of things,” Ward muttered. “Starting with these fuckers trying to rip us off. The big one is clearly wealthy enough to afford this crappy restaurant, but he probably just wants to show off to his friends.”
He continued around the back of the building, turned the corner, and could see the restaurant’s front door about five feet away. As he approached, Man #1 opened the door and exited away from the direction of Ward, so he didn’t see the manager sneaking up from the other side. Man #1 was soon followed by Man #2, who turned to his friend still inside and told him to hurry up.
Man #3 was just exiting when Ward made it to the door, so Ward gave his best impression of a football tackle to pull the man down. In reality, though, it could be better described as the fat man fell against the muscle jock and knocked him up against the building.
The departing guest had a powerful build, but he struggled to move as Ward’s immense weight pinned him to the wall. “What the fuck, man!” he said. “Get off me!”
Ward hadn’t planned what to say, but he started with yelling and would figure out the rest as he went along. He grabbed the guy by the back of his sweater and laid into him. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO COME INTO MY PLACE, EAT MY FOOD, AND SKIP OUT ON THE BILL!"
"I....I just..."
YOU JUST WHAT?!?" Ward fumed.
"I...I just forgot my wallet in my car.”
Ward’s eyes seemed to shift from bright blue to a mellow purple to a fierce red, just adding to his intimidation, and his blond hair also shifted toward darker hues. "Bullshit! You were trying to take from me…just like everyone else! Well, I am done being taken from. It’s my turn to take things back! What is your name, asshole?”
The man looked stunned and blurted out, “Parker.”
“I’m guessing your good looks and muscle usually get you what you want, Parker. Well, now I’m gonna get what I want. And I want my old life back! I want it back! And I want your great life, too!"
Not one to usually get his requests granted, this time the universe heard what Ward wanted and decided to make it so.
As he pushed Parker up against the wall, Ward felt...odd. He felt like his body was changing...or at least rearranging. Something was happening, and after a few seconds he felt....energized.....like back when he was doing sports....
Parker tried once more to shove Ward off him using all the strength in his arms, but as he pushed into Ward’s flabby chest, he could feel it hardening. The manager’s pecs were growing bigger and more solid with each passing second. “Is he getting stronger, or I am getting weaker,” Parker thought. “Or is it both?”
Ward was feeling really alive for the first time in a very long time. He watched as his massively obese body started shaking and moving as a wave of euphoria spread throughout him. "What the hell?" he thought.
A rush of memories started flooding back. Great memories of being the big man on campus and all the perks that went with it. Winning all those football games and celebrating with his teammates. All those hours in the weight room, pumping big heavy iron to get his body to grow, grow, grow. And all those folks checking out his well-muscled physique, many of whom asked him to flex his big biceps (for which he gladly obliged). All the sex he had whenever, wherever, and with whoever. Countless blowjobs and handjobs from folks desperate to touch his massive cock. Cum everywhere, but always plenty of volunteers to clean (or lick) it up.
"I want it," he thought. "I want it all!”
As Ward remembered his college days, he could see his stomach deflating, growing smaller and smaller as each second passed. Years of calories just melting away, being replaced with something...firmer. Harder. Better. The same thing was happening with his arms, and back, and his legs, where the constant pain from the car accident was also fading. He could feel his muscles inflating with size and strength…bigger and more powerful than 99% of men on earth. Giant 25-inch arms, a 62-inch chest, and 38-inch quads.
Ward wanted it so badly that he began pushing with his mind. He wasn't sure what was happening and how far it would go, but he was going to give it everything he had left. "Fuck, I need this!" he roared out loud, scaring the crap out of Parker, who he was still holding up against the wall. He was also growing taller, inch by inch starting to tower over his captor. “Am I growing, or is this guy getting shorter,” Ward said to himself. “Or is it both?”
His brain was still enveloped on a heavy fog, with lights shimmering in front of his eyes, but Ward felt stronger, faster, better. Years of bad living had faded away, along with all the pain and misery that resulted from the car accident. Even the car accident itself seemed like something that had happened to another person...it wasn't his memory anymore, or his reality. It had never happened to him. Plus he took what he wanted from Parker – his charm, confidence, and his muscle, too – and added it to his new existence. In return, he unloaded a bunch of his fat and sent it back to Parker, who was growing heavier and flabbier with each passing second.
Ward was getting what he wanted from the universe. Muscle, power sex…growing…more muscle, more power, more sex. And lots and lots of money.
When he came to and the lights faded, Ward didn’t remember that he used to be a 350-pound, obese manager at a diner. All he knew was that his awesome college life had never been derailed, and he had continued to be the BMOC throughout his life.
He was a bit confused at first, but then it all clicked together. Ward smiled. After a 10-year career in the NFL, he was now the world’s biggest movie star – like The Rock, but stronger, more muscular, more handsome, and even more famous. He was in-between movie shoots and figured that the restaurant was as good as place to bide his time. He had to pack on the beef because being 320 jacked pounds at 6'6” wasn’t enough, and he needed to gain a sizeable about of muscle to play the main antihero in his newest film. Ward didn’t mind, though, as it just gave him an excuse to do what he did best: eat, lift, and grow.
Before he could enjoy his meal at the Lazy Bear, one of many in a chain that he owned, Ward had just caught one of the diners trying to get away without paying. He looked down at the man he had pinned against the wall. Ward didn’t remember that guy used to be a frat muscle stud; all he knew was what he saw in front of him: a short, fat, and very scared man.
A cold smirk crossed Ward’s perfect face. "So...what are we gonna do with a hog like you?"
Ward was no longer wearing the too-tight button-down shirt and slacks he had on as the restaurant manager, but rather a white tight tank top and black athletic shorts that showed off his massive muscles. He loved the swagger that his looks and body gave him, and dominating punks like this one always made him hard, so he poked at Parker’s gut and laughed at how much the smaller man jiggled.
All Parker could manage to do was whimper. From his perspective, he just watched a washed-up obese whale of a man turn into a stunning Adonis right before his eyes, and the opposite had happened to him – he’d lost muscle and height, and he had grown fatter in the process. Unlike Ward, he could remember how he used to look, and how he used to feel, and he was very scared about what might happen next.
