POV: You’re trapped in the body he left behind. You still remember the moment you saw your own face looking back at you from across the locker room, smiling with someone else behind the eyes. For a few seconds, you thought it was a prank, a breakdown, a nightmare. Then you looked down and saw the heavy stomach pressing against a sweat-dark tank top, the thick arms, the damp hair on unfamiliar legs, the unkempt mustache bristling over your lip. He had taken everything: your lean physique, your confidence, the face people flirted with before you had to say a word. All he left you was his body - overweight, hairy, tired - and his huge dick - slightly crooked, cut, with a huge head, and a circumference that would make most men blush.
Two weeks later, you are still going to the gym, because rage needs somewhere to go. This body is heavier than yours was, stubborn, always hot and slow to obey, but it is not totally useless. There is muscle under the weight. There is strength in the legs, power in the arms, a history of failed attempts that you refuse to inherit. Every crunch burns, every set feels like arguing with a life you never chose, but you keep moving because stopping would mean letting him win twice - and you want to build a body to match your new manhood.
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