Crushed Chanp
I have been training my entire life for the Great Shift, to have my future taken away from me in one night.
I became the obese middle-aged man I am today. My name was Rafael Miller, 23 years old, and was about to start my boxing career. My father trained me my entire life to achieve success. Now, I think that all I will achieve is reaching 180 kg on the scale.
I was very unlucky, ending up in the body of an obese man named Davis. His entire life was a waste, so it wasn't strange that he became arrogant in my perfect body.
When I woke up, I found myself in the apartment that shared with his grandmother. As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong. I was surrounded by posters of naked Asian girls, plus-size clothes, and a garbage can full of chocolate wrappers and potato chip wrappers by the side of the bed.
I was no longer in the room of the apartment I rented with my brothers at the gym. I tried contacting , who was now in my body, but the bastard turned off my old phone to have privacy. It disgusts me to think about what he does now in my body. He's not discreet at all with his sexuality, showing it off on all my social media.
Hiss body is horrible. I have to endure an obese body over 100 kilos, with back pain and smelly gases every day. Looking in the mirror makes me want to cry, and if I'm honest, I have sometimes. But worst of all is how took over everything I had. In this body, my future was destroyed, and and my coach (my father) had the great idea to hide everything from everyone.
My father was obsessed with me being a junior boxing champion, like he couldn't be. He didn't know he was so obsessed that he ruined the only dignity I had left. When I spent all of 's savings to get to my hometown, neither my father nor were willing to reveal the swap because of my upcoming fight. My dad wasn't about to lose years of training.
I was devastated to learn my own father would hide everything instead of being with his real son. I “rented” the spare room so no one would find out I was living with them. I cursed a lot, knowing I couldn't stay in my old room, but my dad and decided it was better for to get used to his new life, clothes, and body in private.
My dad forced me to tell everything about my life and tutor him through every aspect of it so no one would suspect the swap, but he didn't seem to care much about the life I led in my body.
Davis started flaunting his muscles infront of me and even got to live in my room with all the my clothes, shoes and money that I had worked hard for, all while I was in the spare bedroom which didn't even have a bed I had to buy a new bed and new clothes all with the money I got from his wallet which barely covered the new bed.
I started crying every night after the training and after dinner, my father noticed but didn't care much. He was too busy enjoying my body and posting pics of his muscles on my instagram and making videos in TikTok of him dancing in front of the camera. He even bought some of his old clothes and wore it while doing the laundry and cleaning the house.
I couldn't take it anymore, I asked him to stop making fun of me with his behavior but he just replied that he was in my body so he could do whatever he wanted. I felt devastated, I just wanted to go back to my own body and return things to normal, but it didn't seem possible.
Then one night, after days of frustration, I discovered something about . He was actually very successful in his old life, despite how it seemed. He had a big house in the suburbs, a beautiful girlfriend, and a thriving career as a model.
I couldn't believe it. Here I was, crying every night and that bastard fucking my own girlfriend so hard that I can hear their moans till here. He was living my best life and I had nothing but my father's pity to keep me company. I decided I had enough.
I packed my bags and left, determined to make pay for what he had done to me. I couldn't stand the thought of him enjoying my body and my life while I suffered. I had to get revenge, no matter what it took.
I moved into his house with his grandmother and found his old life. It was everything I dreamed of - a beautiful mansion, a gorgeous girlfriend, and a successful career. I started living his life, trying to forget about my own, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
As days went on the champion belt that my dad promised was never going to be mine and the only one he trained now was . I couldn't believe my father would betray me like that. I thought he loved me, but I guess I was wrong.
I decided to confront him, to make him see what he had done to me, but when I went back to the gym, I found there, training with my body. It made me so angry. How could they do this to me? I had always been there for my dad, and this is how he repaid me?
I confronted him, but he just said that was the better boxer and that he couldn't risk losing everything he had worked for. He said that he still loved me, but that he had to make the best decision for the gym. It didn't make me feel any better. I left, feeling more alone than ever.
My dad told me in my face that the person in my former body was now Fully " Rafael Miller" the champion . He told me that it was best for me to leave the gym and forget about my old life. I realized that I was completely alone, and that no one was on my side.
I went back to 's house, feeling lost and hopeless. I didn't know what to do. I just sat on the couch, staring blankly at the wall, trying to figure out my next move. I felt like my life was over, like I had nothing left to live for.
In a moment of desperation, I decided to end it all. I couldn't take the pain and the loneliness anymore. I lied to myself that making this body fit will make everything to normal so I start to attend my father's gym , but I didn't expect that the new Rafael will torture me so much in there.
I don't know how much time passed, but at one point, I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired, hurt, and humiliated. I just wanted it to stop. So I did the only thing I could think of. I gave up. I stopped fighting and let continue to torture me, knowing that there was nothing I could do to stop him.
When he finally left me alone, I was a mess. I was covered in bruises, cuts, and dirt. I could barely move, and I felt like I had been broken both physically and mentally. I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn't support me. So I just laid there, on the dirty floor of the gym, wishing that I could just disappear. I had hit rock bottom, and I didn't see any way out.
It's been a month since that day in the gym, and things haven't gotten any better. Every single day I am forced to train by in my father's gym. The other boxers laugh at me, call me names, and even spit on me, but doesn't care. He just keeps making me train harder and harder, telling me that I need to "get my body back in shape." He doesn't even care that I am getting injured over and over again, he just wants to make me suffer, and he enjoys it.
I am getting tired of it all. I just want to go back to my old life, to my old body. But I know that's not possible. So I'm stuck in this hell, being tortured by the person who stole my body and my life, with no end in sight. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I just want it to end.
