This story will include explicit depictions of sexual acts between consenting adult males and/or minors above the age of 12. If you are underage or it is illegal to view this for any reason, consider yourself warned. If you find this material offensive, please leave.
This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to people, living or dead, is entire a coincidence. As the author, I retain all rights to this story, and it cannot be reproduced or published without explicit consent from me.
Second Chance Chapter 1
I made my slow, ponderous way down the street. At 35 years of age, and grossly overweight at 400 lbs, I had a hard time moving, my body swaying side to side as I walked. The heat wasn't making anything easier, causing sweat to run down my face, and causing sores on my inner thighs when they rubbed together.
I had always been overweight, even as a child, I was called husky, or big-boned, or just plain fat by the unkind. I had made many attempts to lose the weight, but it seemed that no matter what I did, the weight just would not come off. At this point in my life, I just feel as if, 'hey, if I lose it, great, but if not, oh well.'
I'm on my way to yet another so-called nutritionist, his ad claims that he has some kind of miracle weight-loss program, and he needs volunteers, paid $5k at the end of the program, satisfaction guaranteed. 'Hell, what have I got to lose?' I thought to myself, so here I am, shuffling across the parking lot from the bus stop, trying not to get my hopes up... again.
As I enter the lobby, I see the usual cookie-cutter decor; front desk with security guard, elevators off to the side, stairs to the other side, and a building directory next to the security desk. I walk directly to the elevators, I already know which floor I'm going to, the 5th floor, Dr. Strangs office, suite 5B. I enter the elevator with 2 women, both thin, so I know they aren't going to the same place as I am. One of the women is blond, thin, attractive, if you like that sort of gender... which I don't... oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention I'm gay, not that it matters, since no self-respecting gay would even give me the time of day. Back to the woman, she's giving me that Look, you know the one; eww, gross, he's so fat, why can't he just go on a diet or something? I look away from her disgusted face, and out of the corner of my eye, I see the other woman, short, brown hair, kinda plump, but not fat by any means, and she is giving me the OTHER look; pity. Gawd, I hate that one! Don't pity me! You have no idea of my struggle!
Anyway, I just try to ignore the women, and press the number 5 for my floor, and do the elevator gaze; look straight ahead at nothing and ignore that anyone else exists.
Both women get off on the 3rd floor, and I continue on to the 5th, exiting into a small hallway. There is a sign on the wall; Ste A to the right, and Ste B to the left, so I go left down the short hall to a nice solid oak door.
Entering Dr Strangs office, I see a receptionist behind a glass window, and a sign-in clipboard. I sign my name, greet the receptionist, give her my medical insurance card and id, and sit down to wait. It doesn't seem like long, the door opens, and out steps this absolutely gorgeous man; tall, black hair, the greenest eyes I have ever seen. I can't really see much of his body beneath the doctors coat, but there are hints of a nicely toned physique; not bad doc, not bad at'all!
"Peter Mills?" he asks with a slight professional smile on his face.
"That's me," I say, "you must be Dr. Strang?" Standing up, I reach to shake his hand.
"I am, thank you for volunteering." He shakes my hand, and I reflect that he has a nice firm grip; my father always said, you can gauge a man by his handshake, and I am, so far, impressed with the good doctor. "Please come with me, and we will go over the program in detail."
He guides me down a long hallway to one of those ubiquitous examination rooms, then asks me to remove my clothing and put on a robe which he hands me. It's not a normal hospital gown, those would never be practical for someone my size, and since the doc deals with larger people, I guess he is prepared for our needs. He stands me on a scale, takes my weight, and height measurements, then I sit on the table and he does all the other required tests; blood pressure, looking in the ears, follow the light with my eyes, reflexes with a hammer to the knee, etc.
"Ok, Mr Mills... is it ok if I call you Peter? I've never been one for formality, and I think it makes my patients feels more comfortable if we are more casual."
"Of course," I say, "as long as I can call you 'Doc'?"
Grinning, he tells me it's fine. He goes on to ask me about my medical history, I won't bore you with all the details, so we'll move on. Finally, he starts to tell me about the program.
"So, Peter, I'm am going to ask you to complete a non-disclosure agreement? Are you familiar with those?"
"Uh... yeah, sure. This some kind of secret?"
"For now, yes. While the program is in trials, we can't allow any information about our methods to get out, industrial espionage and all that good stuff..."
After signing my name to the nda, the doc got down to business with the details.
"So what we are going to do," he states, "essentially, instead of putting your body through the stress of diet and exercise, is we are going to give you a fresh start. By taking a sample of your DNA, we will build you a new body, and then we will transfer your neural information into it. The thing is, we are unable to push the clone past the beginning of puberty without causing problems with the body, so, you will end up a healthy, ideal-weight, 12 year old you, with all your current memories intact."
I just sat for a moment, trying to understand what the doc was telling me; a new body, a Cloned body, 12 years old, a fresh start...
"But doc," I said, "I can't be 12 again, my job, my friends... I.. I.."
"Relax, Peter, we have everything taken care of. We have a privately funded children's home in a quiet part of town, where we will place you while you grow up again. This is a private facility, and the staff knows that you are mentally an adult. However, I must remind you, you will be going through puberty again, and you know how that is. We will need to run monthly tests to make sure that your new body is functioning properly, and it will continue until you are 18, again. At that time, we will provide you with a compensation package, which will include a scholarship for higher education, and a monthly stipend until you reach 25, again."
"Wow." I was stunned, and that was all I could think to say. But, "But doc, how long will this take? I.. I mean, for my new body to grow, and the transfer to happen?"
"If you sign our program contract, and we collect your sample today, we will have you in your new body in six weeks. Sound good?"
"Uh.. um.. yeah, let's do it! Where do I sign?"