It took a concerted effort and a good deal of covert surveillance, but William and Greg were able to work out Ben's schedule. Two nights a week, he had a two hour class when both William and Greg were off. They decided to use this time to enchant as many of his things as possible. William thought he'd be standing guard while Greg went inside, but Greg had a different plan. He would teach William to use the spell, and then they'd be able to double their efforts. In order for his plan to work, however, he'd have to transfer half of his fat to William first. William agreed.
He learned the spell quickly, and practiced putting 5 lbs of fat into a few objects around the dorm room. After only a couple, William looked cut. Where Greg seemed to have never exercized, it was still a part of William's daily routine, and when he took away the fat on his body, he looked scarily like a model. His muscles were shapely, and though not huge, looked large and defined by the absence of any padding. He had a tight torso and squared off pecs that looked harsh and cut even without dramatic lighting.
To test the success, Greg picked up the TV remote William had cast a spell on. William saw him pick it up then look at the remote strangely. He even shook it a little. Nothing happened. "I didn't feel that warm sensation we usually get. Did I get any heavier?"
William is embarassed to say he didn't notice anything, knowing Greg is sensitive about his weight. "Why don't you try the scale?"
"Uh, I probably should have weighed myself beforehand, in that case. I don't know exactly what I weigh."
"Well, get on the scale and we'll have to test it on the next one."
Greg gets on the scale. It flips back and forth before landing on 225. Greg then picks up a toothpaste tube that William enchanted and watches the scale. William, instead, watches Greg. Paying close attention pays off, and William notices as Greg's body shifts ever so slightly. He sees the t-shirt push out just a little further, the pants waist tighten up a little bit more, and the butt stretch out of the jeans a little tighter as well. The scale reads 230.
"Looks like it works. I'm just surprised the spell didn't have that warm feeling like usual."
"This is perfect, though! That way he'll have no idea what's happening. Not even a sensation when it happens."
"The only catch is, if he doesn't touch the object within a week, the fat transfers right back to where it came from."
William is troubled for a second, then comes up with an idea. "We'll make it a contest. When we're in there, we'll each take it in turns to enchant one item, until we've no fat left. Then, at the end of the week, whomever weighs less wins."
The idea clearly sounds fun to Greg, if the smile broken on his face is any indication.
The night of the planned break-in comes and William and Greg prepare to get in. They wait in their room perched and waiting for Ben to leave. To prepare, William casts the fat transfer spell. They each stand on scales and watch the numbers to make sure they start on equal footing. As they begin, William is at 135, having shed some pounds through the spells. Greg is at 235, having taken them on. The extra 15 lbs are weighing on his clothes, usually loose, now outlining every fold. His belly peeks out of the bottom of his t-shirt, usually just long enough to cover the overhang.
They hold hands and the process begins. Watching each one is like watching a video of the other, in reverse. William almost immediately feels uncomfortable and regrets the decision not to wear different clothes. The sensation is pleasurable, but the sudden tightness in his jeans is uncomfortable until the button pops open. A belly begins, pushes forward and ever so slightly hangs down and out of his t-shirt usually hanging just at the waist of his jeans. His pecs soften and round out, and his face, even more slightly, does the same.
Just as the process finishes, Greg's pants fall down. The loss of 50 pounds accounted for several inches in the waistline, and though Greg had been wearing a belt, it only held on for so long.