He promised (Patreon)
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My name is Dale, well it used to be. I was the fat one with the beer belly and man boobs. Now I go by the name of kye. You see we both decided we wanted to try out gay sex but what we didn't realise is that we both wanted to try being a top and both wanted to try being a bottom. We both enjoyed it so much that we repeated it on each other many many times. That was about six weeks ago.
Six weeks ago we fucked so many times that something weird started to happen. The final fuck, I'm was lay on my stomach. You can imagine how up I was on the bed, you know with the size of me. But then I felt myself getting closer to the bed. My friend, my fuck buddy, was on top of me with his dick thrusting in and out of my arse. It felt good everytime his cobble stone abs slapped against my back. As he began to cum, he too began to feel different. He tried to pull his dick out of me, but it wouldn't budge and he appeared to be stuck. He started to scream with what sounded like agony. It's funny as I didn't feel any pain.
He screamed mate, I'm getting bigger. I'm pumping up, swelling massively. I'm in so much pain, I think you've filled my body with too much cum. It hurts so much.
Just take your dick out of me, then we will make sure your ok.
I'm not ok, I cant get my dick out and I'm getting bigger.
I can feel you getting bigger, your getting too heavy, almost feel like I'm getting squashed. But I feel like I'm shrinking, getting smaller, maybe you are squashing me making me thinner. I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to have to roll over.
You can't, you'll squash me.
Ok well lets just lie on our sides, figure this out.
It was then we realised the horror of what was happening to me as he reached his arm around me to pull us onto our sides. His skin had changed from a golden brown to a pale white. His slender fingers had become chunky. Then I felt hairs on my back, hairs from his stomach, it was all very weird, his body was hairless. I couldn't feel his abs on my back anymore, instead I felt a cushion. The cushion got bigger and the arm he had wrapped almost fully around my chest only now reached to my nipple. Wait, my nipple has a pec attached to it, my hairy beer belly has gone, cobbled abs took its place. I was changing, he was changing. We were swapping places. I felt my dick grow thinner and longer, oh so very long. Then I felt the dick in my arse get fatter and fatter, but much shorter. I felt my feet shrink and my legs shorten. Then my face changed, I began to touch it with my new hands. My chubby cheeks removed, replaced with a jaw line to die for. My teeth changed and my nose became more pointy. He was changing too, shifting from his slim muscular self into a fat lad. He was still screaming but it was starting to dispute and no more changes appeared to be happening. Soon his dick grew soft and fell out of my arse. I turned over and saw me laying where my fuck buddy should of been. Kurt had transformed into me. He wasn't happy, he felt all the expansion, without even seeing his own reflection, he had seen what I looked like in the flesh. He knew that I was now him and that meant he was now me. He was absolutely disgusted to of become so fat. He hated being me. Of course I acted as though I hated being him, but truthfully, deep down, I loved it. I had only been him for a matter of minutes but it already felt so much better being slim, healthier, stronger and fitter. That night we tried to swap back, but we had dried each other up and neither of us could cum anymore. I promised him we would try to swap back everyday, but of course that was six weeks ago now and there's only so many times we can keep trying. Nothing we try works. In fact now we both laugh about it, like I'm the picture above. Of course now that I'm kurt I laugh a lot more than he does. The weird thing is, he's put himself in a diet and joined a gym, but he's not losing any weight, on the other hand I'm not going the gym and I'm eating my body weight, and probably his too everyday and my body, Kurt's body never changes. We have both promised to try and swap back once a week, though I'm hoping it never happens.