Believe me when I say dating apps can be really dangerous, much more than you may think. I never believed people who told me so, but I learnt this lesson at my own expense.
It all started last Saturday.
I was wandering on Grindr to find some fun. I was home alone and I had nobody to hang out with, so it seemed a good option. I've always been lucky with guys on Grindr, as a single photo of myself convinced them that I was worth a hookup. And I have to admit, I couldn't really blame them.
That day I didn't get any attention from muscular hung guys, though. All I could get was some unwanted message from people I would never even hang out with, let alone hooking up. There was a specific guy, that day, that kept texting me insistently. He was an overweight, thirty-something man, both too fat and too old for my standards.
At first, I tried ignoring him. After all, I was used to this kind of stalkers, and I would normally block them straight away. But, as I was quite bored and I couldn't find anything else to do, I decided to have some fun with him.
"You're a fucking big guy, you know?", I teased.
"Oh yeah? You like it? This belly is waiting for you to feed her 😏". He sent me a bunch of photos of his fat frame squeezed in tight clothes.
I couldn't believe he thought a guy like me could like a being like him.
"I know exactly what I could feed you"
I sent him a picture of my body.
He liked me, of course. A lot.
"Well I'm home right now, if you want you can come over 😏"
"To feed me with all that cute, sexy stuff you have there of course"
I giggled. It was my turn.
"What? Oh no, I was just showing off a body you could never have. I should feed you with humility, how can you even imagine I would accept to meet an old chunk like you? You would probably eat me"
"What the fuck man? It's not me the one who needs humility lesson, get over yourself"
"You can't even fit your own clothes, what do you expect? Just buy clothes twice larger, you need them. And stop bothering normal people with your sick kinks. You must be thirty or something, grow up and go work"
"Wtf?? You serious? Okay you may not like me, but it doesn't mean you can treat me like shit. Be more respectful"
"Yeah, sure. You should be grateful I even replied to you. A fat slob like you probably has never seen a dick in his life, these photos are the best thing you will ever get. And I'm being too kind to share them with you"
I sent him all the photos I could find. I wanted to show off my body a little more and make him envious.
My lecture apparently worked. He didn't text me back, and I had spread some awareness about online harrasment. I hate people who think they can do whatever they want, especially if they obviously can't.
I thought it was over like that, as other times. But I was terribly wrong.
The next morning, as I woke up, I had the worst surprise of my life.
Even before I opened my eyes, a strange scent invaded my nostrils. It was some sort of damp, sweet and acrid smell, and it was everywhere in the air.
As I finally open my eyes, I was greeted by an unknown room. A weak sunlight entered through the shutters - even though I had never had shutters. The walls were completely white, opposed to my brightly colored room, and all my posters and frames had disappeared. My led lights had been replaced by a dull, cheap light at the center of the ceiling, which was quite old and could probably fall off at any time soon.
My vision was a bit blurry, so everything felt like a dream. While I was still processing all my surroundings, I heard a somehow loud noise and the room was shaken. It was probably a train passing by.
I was extremely dizzy and confused, to say the least. I felt like I had just been on a roller coaster. But still, I was pretty sure not to be in a dream, and I needed answer.
I groaned and stretched. I felt terribly heavy, and I felt like I was being all squeezed up. It was not a bad feeling, it was almost pleasant. But it was weird. I tossed a little bit, but the feeling didn't go away. I stretched an arm, I moved it to my belly to scratch it, and then... I felt it.
A flaccid, hairy mass of fat was attached to my stomach. It was real, it was breathing. And it was mine, it was part of my body.
I shook in fear, and I quickly looked down. Instead of my tonic, lean body, a pair of bulky moobs and a round belly were bulging out, preventing me to see my own crotch and feet.
That floppy mass was bouncing in response to my own breath. Luckily, I didn't get to see my fat torso completely naked, as a grey t-shirt was trying to cover it - even though it didn't really do well, as it was too small to contain it. Half of my belly was still hanging out of it, covered in a thin layer of hairs.
I was completely astonished. I poked my body to check if it was true. I felt my own finger sinking in the fat. It was... Shocking.
I tried to get up, but my new weight prevented me to do so. My fat made me much heavier, and getting up was a challenge.
When I finally manage to sit, I was completely soaked in sweat. It was the same sweet and acrid smell I had smelled before, and while it wasn't the worst, I really didn't like it. While sitting, I could feel my hefty gut pressed against my thick legs.
I pushed hard to get up on my feet, and almost tripped over myself. Not only was I more than twice my former weight, but I was considerably taller too.
I looked down once again. The bulging gut was still there. I grabbed it tight, as I couldn't believe it was true, and I clumsily wobbled towards a mirror I had just noticed. Every time my large, chunky feet stepped on the ground, I could swear the apartment shook. I felt like a fucking gorilla.
As I arrived in front of the mirror, my heart skipped a bit. A bearded, plump face of a thirty-something year old man was staring back at me. It was the guy I had texted the day before on Grindr, and he was even worse than I remembered. He was wearing a ridiculously tight Grey t-shirt that let a good chunk of flabby gut hanging out, and a pair of equally tight black shorts. Just like me, he was holding his half-naked gut, and just like me, he had a horrified expression depicted on his face.
I got closer to the mirror, still shaking in disbelief, and he did exactly the same.
I shook my round belly, and he mimicked me.
I lifted my Grey t-shirt, and he did it too, revealing a jiggling ball of fat. Disgusted, I immediately pulled the t-shirt down, and so did he.
I curled my arm to strike a pose, and he did it as well, showing off his chubby, but quite thick, biceps.
I did a spin, squeezed my meaty thighs and glutes, and he mimicked me.
My eyes were almost flooding with tears. That was me. I was him. What was going on? It was his fault, there was no other explanation.
I looked around myself, and noticed a phone on the bed. I rushed toward it and fell on the bed with a low tud. For a second, I almost feared the bed would break under my weight.
I unlocked the phone with my fingerprint and quickly opened Grindr. The chat with my former self was still there. And it was online.
"What have you done?", I texted.
I received an answer almost immediately.
"Oh, look who's back! What are you talking about?"
"Stop fucking around. Turn me back to myself, now."
"I don't think you are in a good position to be so aggressive 😜 first take a nice photo for me, then we can discuss"
"I'm not playing. I'm ruining your life."
"Oh yeah? And how? No thing's gonna change until I decide so. Now be nice and send me a photo, I remember I was wearing a very nice outfit yesterday night😁"
I was raging inside, but I couldn't really do much. I looked at myself in the mirror. Because of my anger, I was breathing so deeply that my belly kept jiggling up and down. Disgusting.
"Woah, are you this fat for real? No wonder you don't get any dick 🤣"
My blood was boiling in rage. How did he dare? "I don't know what you want from me, but I'll give you one more chance. Swap me back and get lost. Now."
"Your clothes don't even fit your fat belly, you should wear your oversized clothes. Or did someone throw them away? 😜"
I rushed towards the wardrobe. It was so difficult to control my movement, as I felt incredibly heavy. I was also considerably taller, which didn't make things better.
I opened the closet. There were only a few clothes, all of which were clearly too small to fit me. The ones I was wearing were probably the largest ones, and still they were so tight it was almost painful. And somehow arousing.
"You are a fucking bastard. You can't do it. If you want to have sex with me, fine, we can, but this is not how things work. You can't always have what you want, and you'll learn it."
"I guess being squeezed by those tight t-shirts makes you soo horny, huh? I can't blame you, I know how it feels. But sadly I know you don't really like me, so it would be unfair to force you in doing something you don't want to 😢 also, I think you are a little too old for me now"
"You're a fucking hypocrite! You're stealing my life without any good reason. Yesterday I just told you what is true, not what you wanted to hear. Even if I hadn't you you're a perverted fatty, you would still be one. I was just honest."
"No, you were completely rude and arrogant. I'm sure spending some time as a "perverted fatty" will help you realize that everyone needs to be respected, even you 😘"
"I'm coming to my place. Let's talk face to face, I guess you're not so brave in person."
"Oh no, don't bother. I'm not there, I knew you would come so I took a nice vacation that will last for... Uhm, I don't know, could be forever. Oh btw I hope you don't mind if I used your money. You know, I had this nice spell that let me access your memories, so I thought it would be nice to now your bank account credentials while I'm you. And don't worry about my bank account, even if you knew my credentials, I don't have rich parents like you, so it wouldn't make any difference. And I also got fired last week, so... Meh 😢 BUT I know there is a very large community of weight gainers and feeders on OnlyFans that could help you earn some money. "
"Ooh, one day I will. I will die in this beautiful body 😍 You, on the other hand, well... I hope your coffin will be big enough 😘"
I felt helpless. "Please, please, swap us back."
"Mhh, I'll see in some days. For now just get used to it. Idk, go eat something, or go shopping for some new clothes... It would be fun to see you walking in the streets with that tight shirt, you know? You could send me a photo 😏 And go take a shower please, I haven't had one since yesterday morning, I can tell you're sweating like a pig from here 🤢"
Before I could even reply, he sent another message.
"I'm switching your phone off for now, bye and good luck xoxo 😘😘"
I dialed my phone number, but apparently he had really switched my phone off.
I clumsily stepped in front of the mirror once again. I smelled myself, and he was right, I needed a shower.
Reluctantly, I started taking my clothes off, releasing my chunky frame from all that fabric.
