Chapter 2 The Biggest of His Fantasies

They all arrived at the airport early, seemed to be in a good mood and were even laughing and suddenly there was silence when Carlos arrived. From that moment until they boarded the plane the men barely spoke, so Frank was the one chosen to share a seat with the arrogant stud.

"You have a good physique, you spend a lot of time in the gym huh?" Frank started the conversation, deep down he just wanted Carlos to give him even more reasons to ruin that body.

"You bet" Carlos proudly flexed his biceps, and there was the obese man looking at those muscles and imagining what it would be like to turn them into pure lard.

"You'll see it will be great" he said simply, he could have stayed there, oh no but Carlos always had to be arrogant, it was in his nature.

"I don't doubt it man, althoughI think I'll have a lot more fun than you guys, look at me" he lifted his shirt and revealed his sexy six pack "I'll have the attention of many ladies, rest assured".

"It's a shame they won't be able to have fun in the same way"

"I know, we're all married man" Frank remained calm, but he didn't make it easy for him.

"I didn't just mean that, you know."
Carlos slapped Frank's belly and laughed, not even noticing the serious look on the man's face. "I don't think the girls want to see that, you better keep your that thing covered haha."

Carlos was laughing but Frank seemed too serious, his calmness was fading as he looked at that muscular body.

"Oh we are having fun, that's for sure" Frank's smile suddenly seemed malicious, although Carlos thought the man laughed at his joke, in reality it was a mocking laugh staring at Carlos's bulging biceps and muscles out of the corner of his eye.

After the first hour of flight Frank had a strange dream, one of the best he has had in his life...

Frank was still on the plane, but it hadn't taken off, then he hears laughter, Carlos.
He kept laughing and pointing at Frank, at first the man was confused, then he realized, Frank was shirtless showing off his flaccid body, each roll of fat was worshiped between the seat while he struggled to get up and get to Carlos, who had his shirt in his hand.

'Fatso, disgusting pileof lard, pig...oink...oink' somehow all those insults were what Frank had heard since high school, all those idiots picking on him for being fat, Carlos reminded him of all of them.

Then everything goes dark and Frank is in the cockpit, Carlos tied and naked in a seat, a strange gallon in his hand and a funel in the jock's mouth. Frank knows what to do and with a smile he pours the liquid into Carlos's mouth. He starts laughing like a maniac while he watches Carlos's muscles deteriorate.

His abs practically dissolve, the seat squeaks and his pecs turn into mobs, as he pours more and more of the liquid. It seems to have no end, Carlos cries and growls while his body is being ruined. His arms lose definition as those biceps he is so proud of become lost in the fat, his butt becomes deformed and his face is buried between double chins and chubby cheeks.

Folds and folds of fat hang from his thighs, his enormous belly grows to cover his knees, and his mobs hang as two sacks of lard up to his waist, oh where his v-line used to be.

"You think girls will like that? you think they like it! I don't think so, you're disgusting, what's wrong, where are tour muscles? You're not so cocky anymore, huh?" Frank loves the view, the arrogant jock is crying, it's not just Carlos, it's all the guys who have screwed him over throughout his life.

"Flex those abs now, flex them!" The man shouts red with anger and shaking the fat rolls of the devastated Carlos, who miserably tries to find some trace of his six-pack among the mound of fat that is now his belly.

Thus his dream, his fantasy, ends, the stewardess announces that they have arrived in Hawaii and they will be able to get off in a few moments. Frank looks to his side and sees Carlos still thin and muscular, still arrogant and cocky, for now, because Frank is willing to change that and make his fantasy come true. The man can't stop thinking about how fat Carlos was in his dream while he looks at the hard pecs and flat stomach of the younger man.

Frank was silent, he couldn't stop thinking about his dream, so when it was his turn to share the room with Carlos and he took off his shirt, Frank could only imagine him fat and out of shape, after all that's what a dad must look like, not with tight muscles and abs, no. . I will teach you Frank thinks.

"Alright guys, Carlos has joined the group on this trip, we must welcome him..." Frank takes a strange glass bottle out of the suitcase, inside it you can see a whitish and milky liquid that is too thick.

"Drink this Carlos, it's a gift, one of the most luxurious drinks you could get... it's a tradition, we've all done it" Frank laughs but once again that smile is malicious, as he looks at the others to play along.

"Yes, it is delicious, man, the best of the best, deep down." Carlos only drank it while everyone encouraged him, the thick liquid immediately fell into his stomach. It was difficult to swallow but Carlos didn't stop and they wouldn't let him stop.

Soon the bottle was half full and Frank approached, put a hand on Carlos's abdomen and tilted the bottle further, Carlos almost choked, the strange serum stained his shirt and soon it was done, he belched and wiped his mouth. Carlos raised the bottle in victory, little did he know that it would actually be his downfall.