Alt ending: Softer, fatter, weaker, hornier
"Fuck me harder Jamal, harder please!" Kain winced as he heard the moans of his former fiancee Charlotte through the walls of his apartment. The man making her moan like that was Jamal, his neighbor. Jamal had moved in three weeks ago and had been very friendly to the couple. He’d been charming when they’d invited them over for dinner. Too charming as Kain had just stood there dumbfounded as Charlotte grinded her ass into Jamal and gave him a lapdance. The next day she moved all her stuff into Jamal’s, leaving only her engagement ring behind.
He’d barely laid eyes on her since then, only catching glances in the hallway. The strange thing was, he could barely believe it was her. Charlotte had always been naturally beautiful and hardly wore makeup but the few times he’d seen her she’d been heavily made up, wearing things she’d never have worn before and her figure seemed a lot more voluptuous than before.Some kind of spanx and wonderbra combo? Between that and having to listen to their nightly fucking sessions, Kain snapped. He waited for a lull in the action and marched next door and started hammering on the door.
"Charlotte, Jamal I need to talk to you both right now! This has gone on long enough!" He heard the door unlatch and open. Standing there in the doorway was Jamal, buck-naked, and Charlotte behind him; wearing the skimpiest, sluttiest lingerie imaginable. Kain knew her figure was all natural, no way the skimpy stuff could make her tits and ass look so much bigger. Kain felt embarassed when he looked down at Jamal though! He had the most massive cock he’d ever seen! He was no slouch in the underpants department (a good eight inches) but Jamal made him feel prepubescent.
"What you want man?" Jamal asked nonchalantly.
"I want Charlotte back. She loves me, not you! I don’t know what you’ve done to her but I’m winning her back!"
"Fool, you better step off before I give you an ass beating!" Jamal stepped towards Kain with fists clenched. Charlotte tried to stop it but was too slow as Kain slugged Jamal as hard in the mouth as he could. Jamal stepped back, felt the blood on his lip and looked furious.
"Oh now you've done it. Forget what I had in mind for you before: this you've earned." Jamal took a deep breath and started to aggressively chant in Haitian. He thrust his hands forward, one to Kain's forehead and with the other he tightly grabbed Kain's crotch.
He kept chanting over and over. Kain panicked looking over to Charlotte for help. She turned away inside, but not before giving Kain a glance of extreme sadness and disappointment. Kain struggled for breath: he felt like he was dying. It was as if Jamal was sucking the very lifeforce from him.
Kain's vision blurred as his eyes grew weak. Jamal was growing stronger and larger as he seemed to shrink in height and he felt very bloated. He felt Jamal's balled up hand begin to flatten against his crotch, it was like he had nothing down there to grip anymore. The bloated feeling grew stronger. Kain was feeling so heavy, like a massive set of weights all over his body. He couldn't see what was happening his eyes had grown so weak but now there was something in his eyes?
His head began to hurt. His memories: every time he'd made love to Charlotte, no every girl he'd ever slept with. The memories were fading! When he first met Charlotte, any girl he'd ever chatted up or hit on, gone from his head. Instead: awkward staring, things she should have said, afraid to order a vibrator incase someone else opened the package, staying home and fingering her empty holes while eating junk food... wait she? No he was Kain, wasn't he?
No... that was the hot punk guy she used to fantasize about who lived in the building before Jamal and Charli. He got creeped out by her staring at him and leaving her wet panties in his mailbox and had to move away. She was Klara the awkward, wannabe slut.
Jamal ripped his hands away: everything Kain had ever been was now his. He had taken his masculinity, memories and sexual charisma and left him as a fat slut who had no idea how to connect with people. He threw Charlotte's old glasses, a pair of heels and a used bra at the fat girl dazed on the corridor floor.
"Here's something for you to sniff on slut, have fun!" He laughed as he slammed the door shut on her.
Oh my god, thought Klara, Jamal noticed me and I got to see his cock! Maybe if I do as he says he'll invite me in and I can play with him and Charli! I have to prove I'm worthy of his cock. Klara put on the items, looking like a parody of a pornstar as she sat in the corner rubbing herself.
The next morning Jamal and Charli laughed at her unconcious naked body as they went for their morning walk. Charli would miss Kain, almost, but having a not so little plaything to manipuate and string along was going to be a lot of fun.