Warning: This story contains body swap, fit to fat, feederism, masturbation, and explicitly erotic scenes. All characters are of legal age.
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This is me, the first day I woke up in my friend P.J.'s fat body. You're probably wondering how all this happened. To be honest, I can't explain it clearly, but I have to tell you how I got to this point.
Ever since I started college, it's been hell because of my dad, Goofy. Ever since he decided to enroll in the same university as me so he "wouldn't miss me," things have only gotten worse. I know he loves me, but I can't be cool while he's around; he just embarrasses me more and more. Now almost everyone at college laughs at me because of the stupid things my dad does. I only hang out with my friends P.J. and Bobby, but even they have had a better life than me, I guess. They've made more friends and socialize more, unlike me—people only talk to me about my dad and the things he does.
"Oh, I'd love to have your dad," P.J. said when I told him my dad followed me to all my classes to humiliate me.
"What? No, it's not good at all having someone like my dad. Last week he started telling my whole class about my most embarrassing experiences!" I said, pretty shocked by P.J.'s statement.
"Your dad is really affectionate. I wish mine was like that. My dad wouldn't care if I fell from the third floor—he'd scold me for it and ground me," said P.J.
"Well, that's better, isn't it? I mean, I'd honestly prefer that. And now that you're away from him because of college, isn't it much better?" I said, convinced that it would be way better to have a dad like Pete.
"Yeah, but I'd pay for my dad to be as attentive as yours," he said in that soft voice that's so characteristic of him.
Before going to sleep, I kept thinking about that conversation with P.J. I mean, P.J. has an excellent life even if he doesn't see it. He has a strict father, but honestly it would be easy to fool him and sneak out without getting scolded. Plus, P.J. is pretty handsome in his own way. I had a crush on him a few years ago. And his dad couldn't be that bad if he let P.J. get as fat as he is now. Why couldn't I be P.J. already? Thinking about it so much, I fell into a heavy sleep.
I woke up to something very strange: my own snoring. I don't usually snore, so it was quite a surprise to hear such a powerful snore.
I tried to stretch and get out of bed as usual, but something stopped me. I felt tied to the bed for a few seconds. I made an even greater effort for several seconds until I finally managed to sit up. I felt the bed shake from me sitting down. Still half asleep, I stretched my arms and opened my eyes fully, only to realize I wasn't in my bed. I was in the bunk where P.J. slept with Bobby, and my bed looked empty, as if no one had slept there. I was really hungry. I heard my stomach growl and instinctively looked down.
The only thing I could see was a huge, giant ball of fat. I had an enormous belly in front of me! I froze in shock. These are P.J.'s clothes! Instinctively, I touched my belly to check if I was dreaming, but I could only feel the soft, warm ball of fat. I looked at my hands. "What?" I thought as I stared at my chubby sausage-like fingers. Then I grabbed my belly in disbelief. It was so soft and warm. I was in complete shock. I stayed there for a while thinking: "What just happened? How did this happen? Am I P.J. now?"
I tried to stand up with effort. It took me an embarrassingly long time to get out of the bunk. I kept trying and grabbing onto everything I could, but my belly kept pulling me back to the bed because of the weight. Just as I was almost standing, I heard a loud:
—Whasuuuuuuuuuup! —Bobby said while looking at me from the top bunk.
It scared me so much that I fell back onto the bed, making the whole bunk shake with my weight.
"Hey, Max, easy there. Relax, calm down and breathe, dude," Bobby said very calmly.
"What?" I paused for a second upon hearing the soft voice I now had, but I had to speak. "Wait, how do you know I'm Max?" I said, still surprised by my new voice.
"Brooooo, I know eeeeverything… But this time P.J. himself told me while he was in your body," Bobby said with the peace he transmits every day.
"So HE STOLE MY BODY?" A wave of anger flooded the fat body I was now controlling.
"Nooo bro, it doesn't seem like he had anything to do with it. He told me about the talk you had yesterday about your dads. Maybe that was it, brother. Relax. Isn't this what you wanted? Now you don't have Goofy as your dad," he said while looking at me.
For a moment, a feeling of peace and joy ran through me as I remembered that it was true! I was in P.J.'s body, therefore my dad wasn't Goofy. I got excited for a second and a rush of adrenaline invaded my body thinking about all the things I could do now that I wasn't Max… only to remember that I couldn't even get out of bed because of the weight of my own body.
Bobby immediately got down to help me stand up, and with some effort I got to my feet, leaning my arm on him so I wouldn't fall.
"Try walking, brother. Imagine you're a really fat penguin trying to get some food," Bobby said.
Even though it was a silly thing to say, I could never doubt Bobby. So, just like he said, I started walking like a penguin, spreading my chubby legs and pushing my belly forward, tripping over many things as I walked. While walking, I felt something in my crotch. I knew exactly what it meant. I felt something very small, but I didn't pay much attention to it.
"I look ridiculous, this is so humiliating," I thought as my huge belly bounced with every movement I made and, even worse, my ass bounced the same way.
I heard Bobby burst out laughing, which made me feel even more humiliated. So I decided to go sit on a bench in the kitchen. To my misfortune, it broke under my weight. Bobby laughed brutally at me.
"Well, big guy, I have to go to my classes. I don't think they'll say anything if you stay here, or you can go look for your old body. See you later, little bro!"
I got up from the floor and went to P.J.'s refrigerator. He had a separate fridge for his food because he ate so much. I opened it and found tons of things: burgers, fries, whole pizzas, donuts… P.J. never let us touch it and we used to steal his food, but now I'm him! I grabbed a whole pizza, a 3-liter soda, and a burger. I sat on the couch that creaked under my weight. I thought I'd probably leave the burger and not finish the whole pizza. Before, I couldn't eat more than 3 slices because Bobby would eat the rest, and P.J. had his own pizza. But this time the pizza is all mine.
Just like I'd never eaten in my life, I devoured the whole pizza, slice after slice, until it was clean. I chugged the soda like a bull and finally finished the burger, with zero manners or restraint.
I looked with satisfaction at the pizza box resting on my chest. My belly was so big I could put the box on it without it falling. I saw the empty box and was surprised, even more so because… I wasn't full! So I patted my stomach. It seemed this body could eat a lot. Before, 3 slices were enough to fill me up. I patted myself until I felt something rise up my throat.
—BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! —A powerful burp came out of me. I felt like a champion burping so loudly. Before we used to compete over who could burp the loudest and I always lost. A feeling of satisfaction and adrenaline hit me after that burp.
I got up with effort to go to the bathroom. I hadn't seen my reflection the whole time! After knocking over and breaking several things with my weight, I tried to enter the bathroom. I had to go in sideways because I knew I wouldn't fit facing forward. Even so, I got a little stuck, but I managed to get through.
Once inside, I looked at P.J. in the mirror. I still couldn't believe I was in his body. Instinctively I touched the most noticeable thing now: this enormous ball of fat. Honestly, a rush of adrenaline started running through me. I had no restrictions now. My dad? He was with my old body. Who was going to stop me from doing whatever I wanted?
So I took off my clothes with great effort. I realized P.J. had a huge pair of underwear. I could have used them as a blanket before! Then I looked at myself completely naked in the mirror. My eyes went straight to my belly, since P.J.'s intimate area was covered by the size of his gut. This belly is huge! I couldn't see my whole body because of the mirror size, but I could perfectly see my enormous belly. How could P.J. let himself go like this?
With both hands I tried to lift it like a sack of potatoes, but I didn't have enough strength and I let my belly drop. Then my whole body shook when I released it. And when I say whole, I mean everything. I literally felt like a piece of jelly. I started looking at my entire body in the mirror. It was fucking huge! I started patting my stomach, lifting and moving my belly until at one point I let out a loud burp: BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!
I kept lifting my belly up in the mirror when I noticed something peculiar: I had just seen P.J.'s dick. It was genuinely very tiny from what I saw in the mirror, and it was erect. Even if I wanted to deny it, the adrenaline of being in this foreign body and, above all, having this huge, fat belly, got me really horny.
I continued exploring how big my belly was. I stuck a finger in my navel and it was genuinely deep. I also rested my belly on the sink. The truth was I was already getting tired just from standing.
I grabbed my belly with both hands and touched my entire stomach while watching P.J. in the bathroom mirror touching every pound of his belly, shaking it in front of the mirror. It felt like a ball of jelly that trembled with every movement. I touched every roll, every love handle, and every pound, running my hands over my belly and touching every inch.
I turned around just to see my ass. Enormous, honestly. It felt like two jellies on my backside. I started slapping them hard just to feel my body bounce. With a smile I started spanking my ass in the mirror. The slaps sounded louder and louder. I spanked myself with all my strength and felt nothing because of all the fat on my body.
I was in total madness. I started spanking my fat ass in the mirror, rubbing, moving, and grabbing every pound of my belly like crazy. I felt every roll and every part of my gut. In the middle of my frenzy I felt something thick running down my fat thigh. I knew it was cum. Had I cum involuntarily because I was so turned on? Oh wow, that had never happened in my old body.
I looked at P.J.'s huge underwear lying on the floor. Fuck, it was genuinely enormous. I picked it up and measured it. Was I really this wide now? That turned me on even more.
My belly suddenly growled. I felt a cramp and a long, smelly fart spread my ass cheeks: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT. Before I would have been embarrassed to let out a fart like that, but now I could do whatever I wanted. I felt full but hungry at the same time. It was so weird.
After a while, I ended up panting, drooling, with one hand grabbing my belly, lifting it to reach P.J.'s tiny dick and masturbate. I lifted my belly and squeezed it, squeezed every love handle and every pound I now had, while watching all of that in the mirror and only seeing P.J. masturbating with his obese body. I had an incredibly intense orgasm. I felt P.J.'s fat balls tighten with the powerful orgasm I had. The bathroom really smelled like cum and sweat.
After the orgasm, I let go of the belly I had lifted and started touching and grabbing it while looking at my reflection. This fat body really turned me on.
After a while of having the best orgasm of my life, I left the bathroom with difficulty and went straight back to the kitchen. There were some nice donuts waiting for me to be devoured.
Hours later, P.J. (in my body) arrived at the room and tried to explain that he had spent the whole day with my dad and had an amazing time. I should have been angry with him, but honestly I couldn't stop thinking about anything other than the orgasm I had today with his tiny dick. I wasn't mad and I gave him permission to spend time with my dad. We exchanged phones and a few other things. Neither of us really brought up the topic of how to switch back to our bodies.
And so we reached the present, 6 months later. My old body moved to the room where my dad was staying at the university and has been spending quality time with him. Although I'm no longer cool, on my part I got to know P.J.'s dad. He's really a good guy. I like that he calls me "fatso." Pete still sends money monthly for my meals. I've started eating so much since I've been in this body. Now I invite Bobby over sometimes, although I always stuff myself with food. I also bought a full-length mirror big enough to cover my huge body and masturbate in front of it. I masturbate every day in the bathroom with this enormous body and the mirror in front of me. I think Bobby doesn't notice when I do it, although maybe he's caught me once and hasn't said anything. But I don't care. Anyway, Bobby is hardly in the room in the afternoons. Sometimes Bobby sees me with my hand on my belly and jokes about it. I really don't complain. I think this belly is what I like the most and what turns me on the most about this body, so I can't help but touch it. I've even started walking around naked in front of Bobby. You can't see anything intimate because my belly covers my dick. Bobby seems to accept it too. Things have adapted quite well since the swap. I've even become cooler and more confident since I've been in P.J.'s body. I've gone out more and I'm even friends with Bradley, who I have a pretty strong crush on. But the best part is always when I get to the room, take off my clothes, stuff myself with food while shaking my huge belly, slap my ass, and look at myself in P.J.'s obese body. Whoever swapped our bodies, thank you.