Chapter 1

Hey, so inspiration just came I guess, do you think I should do more short stories like this, I hope you enjoy it…

I've been plotting this for a while, my stepbrother Alan is a jerk, he thinks he's better than me because he's hot and has all those muscles, I hate his fucking attitude, but most of all I hate that it's true I'm so jealous of the fucker. I hated the idea of ​​having to move in with him, seeing his muscles every day, the cocky asshole sure spends his time shirtless to show off his slim sexy physique. While I'm the fat pig, the laughing stock of the family, of school, of his friends…fuck I wish Alan was the fat one…one day watching him eat a burger I had an idea, and for the first time I was glad to live with him.

It wasn't necessary to find Alan's weak spot, I would create a weak spot for him, a little tobacco and some more ground up drugs, that was all I needed.

I started by putting some of the powder in the food and ordering from that restaurant that he likes so much, Alan would come home from the gym and eat what was on the table, but I hated that the process was so slow, plus Alan didn't eat it all, sometimes he doesn't even seem hungry. So I got rid of all the other food, any food that was healthy, so my stepbrother would have no choice but to eat junk food, but there was something else, I needed Alan to stop working out, to stop burning those precious calories and for those muscles to atrophy and lose their strength, so the sound of the blender while Alan was making his protein shake gave me an idea.

The idiot had a predictable schedule and routine, all I had to do was put an appetite-stimulating powder in his protein powder, so when he drank it before going to the gym he would have about 5 minutes until it took effect.

I smiled from the window as I watched Alan writhe in hunger and run back home, obviously the table was set, full of burgers, cakes, pizza, fried chicken, milkshakes, bacon, the idiot came and sat down without thinking about what he was doing, about the shitty food he was putting into his beautiful body.

Every day the effect accelerated, every day Alan prepared his backpack at the same time to go to the gym or to football practice, he came out with his tight tank top, tighter and tighter, he prepared his protein shake and then I set the table full of food, I went back to my room and left when I heard Alan sit down. There he was, I recorded him, I took pictures, I saw him swallow every damn thing, I loved seeing him like a pig devouring everything desperately, eating burgers in three bites, swallowing bacon, choking on milkshakes as if he hadn't eaten for weeks.

So I grabbed his computer, the arrogant asshole made an onlyfans full of pictures of his beautiful body, not knowing Alan's account was suddenly full of pictures and videos of his downfall, his progress, his new fans? Well I promoted the account to all the fat guys Alan had annoyed and soon with that money I got more and more to keep fattening him up, and at the same time he was publicly humiliated, while they would see his downfall, how he went from a sexy stud to a fucking disgusting obese pig.

The first thing to go were his abs, to my delight, then his pecs hung like two bags filled with fat, they started hanging over his belly, then his belly button and well let's just say that if it weren't for all those rolls of fat his mobs would reach his ankles… his biceps and triceps were gone, only some obese arms full of stretch marks remained, his legs, I can't even see them under the shadow of his belly, although I can assure you that they are fat, beyond fat, it's hard for him to get up.

"Take that you damn idiot…" I celebrated from the shadows watching his belly while he looked at himself in the mirror as if he was about to burst into tears, he was all messy , even his efforts to stand up, that's right, the arrogant Adonis had to make a tremendous effort to get up and walk.

"uhjhggg….pfffggg. mfgggg…" was all that could be heard in the videos as he trembled from the effort and his face was red, he was sweating profusely and he fell back onto the couch exhausted, huffing and puffing.

I would love to say it was a slow process, but it was actually quick, a few months and he was done, I guess his muscular body was so used to constant physical activity, exercise and those long routines in the gym and football that the absolute cessation of any effort made Alan downwards. Maybe that was my fault too, I mean I think I should have stopped sprinkling that tobacco dust on his food or was it the appetite stimulant? Anyway, Alan was more than addicted, his hands shook as he put food in his mouth, he spent his days in the living room, he slept there, he ate there, he only got up to go to the bathroom, but he forgot to shower, his hair became greasy and his teeth yellowed, his skin was full of acne and pimples, not only his face, but his flabby ass and his moobs, Alan looked disgusting, Alan was ugly?!!! He was more than ugly!! That made me more than happy.

Was this really my stepbrother? Even I sometimes have a hard time recognizing it, I spent so many years looking at his muscles, that my mind doesn't connect those memories with the fat pig that now lies on the floor panting and sweating while choking on lasagna.

"HEY FUCKING ***" I say, I'm always glad to see him, to see what I did to him, to see how the cocky jock he once was ended up like this, I took the camera and I approach him with a bucket of fried chicken.

He looks at me with hatred and resentment as I feed him, I just laugh because Alan keeps eating, he can't stop anymore, he can't go back to being the stud he used to be, if anyone ever believes he was.

I love seeing him like this, so weak and useless, broken, I force him to look at himself in the mirror while he eats and he starts crying like a baby, I don't care if I'm still fat, I just care that Alan is ruined and obese, well at least I can walk without help, Alan can't even lift his fat arms to take out the fried chicken.

"That's right, eat fatso… you're not so arrogant anymore, huh?"