Body Swap: Mr. Wolf ----> Mr piranha
Attention: This story contains body swap (fit to fat), fat worship, weight gain, feederism, masturbation, and explicitly erotic content.
Let me introduce myself. I am—or rather, I used to be—Mr. Wolf. You’ve probably heard the news about me and my incredible heists. But ever since I decided to become a “good guy,” I really let my guard down, and so did the rest of my crew. Over time, as we slowly turned into good boys, we started to relax more. Especially Mr. Piranha. Once he stopped being hyperactive all the time, he began eating a lot more and gained a noticeable amount of weight. You could say he became pretty unbearable. He distanced himself from us because he just played video games all day and hung out with Mr. Shark, who was the only one who could still tolerate him despite the constant burps and farts. Basically, Shark was the only person he talked to for a long time. Soon enough, he became extremely obese, to the point where he could barely walk. The jokes didn’t stop, of course, but he took them with his usual sense of humor.
As for me, I stayed the same—hypnotized by doing good and the feeling it brought. If only I hadn’t turned into a good guy, none of what I’m about to tell you would have happened.
I had been suspicious for a while that **Professor Marmalade** was planning something. There was something in his dumb look that made me distrust him, and I was right. He framed us for a robbery he had orchestrated himself. He used us to get his hands on a meteorite with energy capable of doing anything. Worst of all, everyone thinks we stole it. And even worse, he wants to use the meteorite to rob the biggest gold bank in the city. We were arrested, but my team and I managed to escape. After a long and intense discussion, we concluded that despite our differences, we had to stop him, return the meteorite, and infiltrate that bastard’s base. What I didn’t count on was that he was waiting for us.
The next thing I knew, I was tied to a chair in **Professor Marmalade**’s lair. It felt like I had slept for days. Behind me, also tied up, was Mr. Piranha. Apparently we had been intercepted by **Professor Marmalade**’s henchmen. The others escaped—except for me (because I didn’t notice in time) and Mr. Piranha (because of his morbid obesity).
So there I was, tied up next to my fat, obese, and smelly partner. Then **Professor Marmalade** stepped in front of us, staring straight at me while I could feel the heat from my partner’s body behind me.
“Well, I think I should explain what’s going to happen next,” **Professor Marmalade** said, looking at me. “You, Mr. Wolf, did everything perfectly so I could get this meteorite. Why don’t you try out what it’s capable of? Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. I just want to have a little fun.”
One of the machines in his lair started moving—a giant device shaped like an enormous gun that used the meteorite as a power source. It aimed directly at both of us and began charging. I swallowed hard, thinking about all the things it could do. Suddenly, the weapon fired a blue beam at us. Everything went blurry, and I passed out, still tied to the chair.
When I woke up, my vision was still blurry and I didn’t understand what had happened. Then I realized I wasn’t in my chair—or at least the chair wasn’t in the same position. Suddenly I felt incredibly heavy, as if I had eaten a whole pizza. When I finally regained consciousness, I realized I was GREEN and, even worse, I had a massive gut where my stomach used to be flat. I looked at my hands and understood what had happened. I WASN’T IN MY BODY! I thought it was a joke, so I touched the huge belly I now had with my hand, and my fear became reality. This wasn’t my body—it was the obese Mr. Piranha’s! I felt so strange, and seconds later I saw my own body standing in front of me.
After recovering from the shock, Mr. Piranha (in my body) explained that **Professor Marmalade** had swapped our bodies so we couldn’t interfere with his plan to rob the gold bank. Still wanting to help, I told him we should go stop him. My team was probably there, and we needed to assist them. But when I tried to stand up, I couldn’t. My old body watched me struggling to get out of the chair (without success). After several failed attempts and some typical Mr. Piranha jokes and laughter, he helped me up. I felt so ashamed and humiliated to be this size.
Once I had my balance, I tried to take a step but immediately fell back on my ass because I didn’t know how to handle all the extra pounds Mr. Piranha had. I felt all the fat on my body jiggle—his enormous belly, thighs, and even his ass shook. I still couldn’t believe how fat I was now. How did Piranha even live like this? How did he walk like this? Anyway, after several embarrassing attempts to stand up, I suggested that he go help my team in my body, and then come back to explain the situation to everyone and reverse the swap. Full of energy, he agreed and ran out, jumping around excitedly. I even noticed that the huge piece of meat between my old legs was erect. It seemed like he was really enjoying being in my body. It didn’t bother me because this was temporary. He’d get the others and we’d fix this… right?
I tried to get up from the floor, but this enormous ball of fat in front of me wasn’t easy to manage. I felt pretty weak. “Oh great,” I thought sarcastically as I looked at the massive gut I now had. Then I started touching it—first with disbelief, then with amazement. It was so big and soft. I began kneading it with my hands. It was enormous. I touched every roll on this body. Every inch had fat. I tried to reach my belly button—I had always been curious how deep it was. Unfortunately, my gut blocked my arm. I felt every centimeter of this body. It was still surreal going from a slim wolf to an obese, gluttonous piranha.
Speaking of eating, I felt extremely hungry and at the same time like I had already eaten at three buffets. Suddenly, something came out of me without permission—**BUUUUUUUURP**—a huge burp escaped. It scared me. Seeing myself there on the floor, without control of my body, with my belly reaching the ground, I felt so humiliated… and a little aroused by the situation. I don’t even know why. Mr. Piranha had never attracted me, but I felt excited. Then I started touching Mr. Piranha’s ass. It was ENORMOUS, though my belly was even bigger. I touched it; it was just as soft and fatty as the rest of the body. I kept touching my belly in disbelief—so soft and huge.
After a while of obsessively touching this body, still not fully believing what was happening, quite some time had passed since my old body left. I decided to try standing up. I leaned on the chair I had fallen near and put all my effort into getting up. With one hand on the chair and the other grabbing my belly as best I could, I miraculously managed to stand and find my balance. I tried to take a step but felt like I would fall at any moment. I could see the enormous belly I had. With both hands I started shaking it, grabbing the rolls on the sides and trying to wrap my arms around as much fat as possible. I gave my belly little pats, occasionally letting out a loud burp or a smelly fart. With one hand on my gut, I felt like I was condemned to feel this enormous belly forever. It was addictive touching my belly (and though I didn’t want to admit it, humiliating and arousing).
I moved on to touching my ass with one hand. I grabbed one of my huge cheeks and started spanking both of them, moaning a little involuntarily in the process. Then I realized—what am I doing? I tried to turn around to see my ass but couldn’t see much. So I started walking like a penguin, with my belly and chest leading the way. It was so weird and, as I said, kind of exciting, but I didn’t know why. Then I felt something between my chubby thighs—something that wanted to come out but was hidden. I felt Mr. Piranha’s dick rubbing against one of my thighs, and I immediately noticed the difference. It was so tiny. I used to have a huge piece of meat between my legs, and switching to this small dick left me in shock.
Fortunately, I saw someone entering the lair. It was Mr. Shark. I tried to approach with my clumsy penguin steps, but I felt a wave of embarrassment realizing I wasn’t wearing any clothes. (Mr. Piranha always went around like that because his belly covered his tiny dick.) Mr. Shark came over and asked how I was. Now that I saw Mr. Shark, he was so tall—I hadn’t realized how short I was now. I asked about the others, and what he told me left me in shock.
My old body and the rest of the team had stopped **Professor Marmalade**, but instead of my old body coming back to tell me, **he was pretending to be me!** I tried to explain to Mr. Shark.
“Hey, wait, wait—I’m not Mr. Piranha! No, no, I’m Mr. Wolf!”
Mr. Shark replied, “Huh? Bro, I just saw Mr. Piranha. Wasn’t he here with you?”
“**Professor Marmalade** swapped our bodies! I’m Mr. Wolf, but I’m stuck in this fat body.”
After processing what I said, Mr. Shark started laughing at me. “HAHAHAHAHA! For real? Sorry, sorry… How does it feel going from being the greatest thief of all time to being Mr. Piranha?”
His mockery wasn’t funny, but he was right. How had I gone from the best thief to smelling like farts and burps, with an enormous belly and a massive ass?
“Great, just help me get back to my body. Where’s Mr. Piranha now?”
Mr. Shark said, “If you mean the one in your body, he’s out there celebrating with everyone.”
I responded furiously, “When I get my hands on him, he’s a dead man.”
“Well, I don’t know how you’re going to do that when you can’t even get used to that weight. Why don’t we go home and wait for him there?” said Mr. Shark.
“Okay, okay, okay, fine,” I said, a bit frantic. I tried to walk but waddled like a penguin with all that abdominal fat hanging out. Fortunately the place wasn’t far, but walking in this body felt so exhausting. Shark had to give me chocolate bars he had saved so I could keep going.
When we entered our hideout, I saw everyone from my team except me. I immediately knew he was in my room—where else would he be? I burst in without knocking, opening the door abruptly, only to see him with **my dick** out. I confronted him while struggling to even enter the room. My own body made me wrestle just to get inside.
I said angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
“What? I’m just playing with what’s mine,” he said in my own attractive voice.
I have to admit that for a moment I felt excited seeing my own body, but I was desperate. “Hey, please, I want my body back. I don’t like being obese. Please tell the others to help us reverse this.”
Then my own body said: “You think I’m going to pass up this opportunity, idiot? HAHAHAHAHA! Look at this,” he said, pointing at the huge piece of meat between his legs. “You wanted to be a good guy, and apparently I’m better at it than you. Now I’m going to go receive praise for my achievements. You can keep this hideout—I won’t need it anymore. And if you’ll excuse me, they’re waiting for me to get my reward. GOODBYE, FATASS! HAHAHAHAHAHA… and good luck jerking off.” And with that, he left the hideout with everyone except Shark.
“Hey, are you okay, Mr. Wolf?” Shark asked, quite worried. But I was a mix of emotions—humiliated, finished, defeated… and though I didn’t want to admit it, excited.
Days passed and Mr. Shark started helping me adapt. I began exploring my body more. I remember being in the bathroom before showering for the first time in this body. I looked at myself in the mirror: fat, obese, with a round double chin, green skin, and an enormous ass. I spent like four hours looking at myself. I had to stand on a stool to see properly because I was so short and fat now. I kept touching my huge belly, lifting it up and putting things on the sink to feel how my gut rested on top of them. I loved how my body moved like jelly with every movement, how I was hungry every second, and how hard walking was because of my weight. I touched my belly from every angle, every roll and every fold. I patted it, hoping for a burp or a loud fart. I grabbed it with one hand, then both hands. I lifted it, shook it, felt every extra pound. I think what excites me most about this body is my fat, food-filled belly.
I remember turning around and seeing my ass — big, fat, and full of blubber just like my belly. I started touching both cheeks; they were bigger than my hands. Even so, my belly was still the biggest part of me. I felt the urge to masturbate. It was strange. For some reason, I had been getting aroused by this body ever since we swapped, even though it embarrassed me to admit it. I had never wanted to be fat or anything like that before, but here it was something weird — I was getting turned on by how big I was. I sat on the toilet, spread my chubby legs, lifted my belly with one hand and held it up, but I still couldn’t reach. I had to lift it with both hands, but I couldn’t masturbate. Just the sensation of holding my own massive belly was almost making me cum right there. I was too excited and had to take desperate measures and go to Mr. Shark. Before the swap we had always had a good relationship, though what I was about to ask him was crazy.
I entered Mr. Shark’s room. He looked at me strangely.
“I-I-I wanted to ask you something… I really can’t hold it in anymore…”
As if he could read my mind, he said, “I didn’t expect you to ask so soon, but I’ve been missing this. I guess whoever’s in that body inevitably has this problem.” Then he made me sit down. With his big hands he spread my chubby thighs. I lifted the enormous ball of fat with my arms while he crouched down. With two fingers he started stroking my dick. My fat jiggled side to side as I held it. On impulse I let out a huge burp—**BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP**. I was embarrassed until I realized he was used to it. It seemed like he was enjoying it too, because I noticed he was masturbating as well. The whole scene was humiliating and arousing in every way. I was so fat I had to ask for help to jerk off. Suddenly I felt Mr. Shark’s face go under my belly and start sucking my dick. I didn’t expect that and let go of my belly with both hands, trapping him underneath. It seemed to excite him even more as I saw his arm moving faster on his own member.
I can’t describe the feeling of my belly shaking to the rhythm of his sucking. It was so exciting to feel that I needed help for this and to feel my belly and ass jiggling like jelly the whole time. Finally I came in his mouth. For him it was probably just like a lollipop or a candy. For me it was an orgasm I had never felt before, and my belly celebrated it with another involuntary burp—**BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP**. It was incredible.
The months passed and things got better. I got aroused by my own obese body every day. I let myself go and started living the life of a fat guy. Mr. Shark feeds me while I laze around watching TV or playing games. I’ve gotten really good at playing on Mr. Piranha’s console. Well… my console now. Though I’ve noticed he’s been giving me more and more food, but I don’t complain. It’s also showing on my figure—I look a bit fatter than I already was. Even my belly is bigger (it turns me on so much to say that). Almost every day ends with him jerking me off and feeding me so I don’t lose any calories. Sometimes I see my old body on television receiving awards and being famous, but I don’t care anymore. I really like the obese life I have now. It’s incredible.
