You were about to change options again when your finger slipped and pressed the wrong button. You barely saw the screen flash "XXL+" when everything went dark. You came to a few seconds later, looking up as a shadow fell over you, it was the guy who'd been at the front desk. He bent down and looked you over. "Interesting choice. Not many chose that option. I'm sure there will be plenty of young men who'd be interested in buying you." with that, his hand reached down and grabbed hold of you.
Your vision shattered; you were somehow able to see in many directions at once; though most of your focus narrowed on the hand that was gripping you. You could taste the sweat and fine layer of dirt that clung to the man's skin, your body feeling crumpled and uncomfortable in his grasp, your vision rolled as you tried to see where the man was walking. He went through a door and you saw what looked like a regular store filled with all kinds of items that boys of all ages might enjoy.
Soon the man reached a low set of shelves, you saw that it had a number of other undergarments on it of various sizes and colours, as you were folded, you caught a glimpse of yourself in a nearby mirror. You were shocked, even though you knew what had happened, it was still shocking to look in a mirror and see a pair of pure white briefs being neatly folded and know that that was you. The most horrifying realization came when the man first held you up before himself and you saw that you were wider than his muscular chest!
Once folded, you were placed on top of the pile of underwear that matched your size, the man leaned in one last time. "I do hope that you're satisfied with your choice sir, because it won't be changing until your new owner chooses to change you, if he chooses. It's always possible he won't like you and will simply throw you out when you no longer fit. So, I do suggest that you do your best to please your owner, whoever he may be, because he will be your only hope of living on as anything useful." with those final and chilling words, the man walked away.
The day progressed slowly. some boys of different ages would come to your section, but they were always looking for smaller pairs of underwear. You weren't sure what it was that you were hoping for at this point: to be bought already and hope that your owner would chose to turn you into something else, or to remain here and never risk the horror of being strapped to the body of some overweight fat boy.
This isn't what you wanted, you didn't choose this, this all because your stupid finger slipped and you were never given a chance to say no! Just then, shadow engulfed you, looking up, you saw three fat boys walking into your section, their flabby bellies juggling with every step as they browsed some of the different kinds of underwear.
One boy was like a lumpy brick. with his arms relaxed at his sides, his body held a rectangular shape to it, hints of muscle hidden underneath layers of smooth blubber. This one looked like he might work out a little, perhaps he was in some kind of sports. his dark hair was short like a military buzz-cut, but with a spike on top.
Another boy looked like the definition of a marshmallow, a melted marshmallow, his belly was far more prominent than the others as it peaked out from the bottom of his shirt and hung heavily over his crotch. When he turned around, his butt looked almost twice as big and split in two, the crack showing proudly as the fabric of his shorts got bunched and chewed up inside. You didn't thing this boy had exercised a single day in his life, his light brown hair fell shaggily around his ears, his freckles standing out across his pale cheeks.
The third boy seemed the most fit of the group. though still fat, it seemed more condensed, his muscles being big enough to show a little past the insulating fat, while the others had clear flab, this boy was more firm around the chest and stomach. But he was big, at least a head taller than the two others who were already taller than most of the boys who'd come by today and looked around the same age. This boy, going by his nice dark skin and fine features, would have been your choice for owners, if you could choose.
But he was also covered in hair, from the trimmed scruff of his chin to the almost fur like quality of his hairy legs, this kid was like a black bear turned human right before it went into hibernation after stocking up on food. Not only was he hairy, but he, like the others, reeked of unwashed BO, you wondered when was the last time any of them had had a shower? His black hair was allowed to fall in a curly waterfall over his shoulders, framing his handsome face.
Just then, one of them looked over at you, eyes locking onto your new form. the 16-18 -year-old walked over to tower over you, his grubby hand coming down to latch onto your body. you tasted and smelled the dirt and filth on his sweaty hand, dirty, jagged nails digging into your thin body. you looked on in horror, screaming silently as you were held before the happy face of...
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