The great shift: Train me part. 1 (Patreon)

How did I end up in this shitty situation? In a disgusting tiny motel with a noisy couple of lovers across my tiny room with thin walls, chubby fingers massaging my tiny cock as I watch and edit one of the videos of the guy who now has my body.

When the great shift hit me I was devastated, my name used to be Joe he had an amazing body! he used to be two meters tall and weigh 265 pounds of pure and hard muscle, he used to spend hours in the gym sweating and sculpting my perfect and hot body, fuck even before he was famous on Instagram! I used to get a hundred messages a day from my fans loving my muscles, I was…but now I use the name Harry the…fat Harry.

That day I woke up at noon, I used to wake up at 6 am to prepare my protein powder and run a short run around the park to warm up my body before I start working out in the gym. But that day was totally different, that day my life completely changed, instead of my luxurious apartment in a condominium I woke up in a messy room surrounded by figures of anime girls and in…this body.

My hard abs had been replaced by a thick, gelatinous layer of fat, my massive pecs were gone, and in their place, I now had a pair of plump boobs. my once long, hard arms turned into a couple of bags full of fat. and my long and huge anaconda between my huge and muscular thighs turned into… shit my dick is tiny now! I will never have sex with any woman again my chubby little finger is even bigger than my dick now!

I had to find out what had happened to me and where my perfect body had gone in the night, "luckily" I didn't have to look too hard because when I was exploring all my new slices in the dirty little bathroom mirror I heard a Japanese pop song which came from a phone that was right next to my single bed.

"14 missed calls" and they all came from the same number it was my old number, I had to answer with a little fear I still thought I was in one of those horrible nightmares, the calls started from 6:50 am, he had woken up a lot earlier in my apartment and my perfect body.

"Dude, did you just wake up? Anyway I'll update you, maybe... you better sit down for this"

Harry told me what had happened to the world and all the madness that had been unleashed and the worst thing was that no one knew how it happened or how to fix it, now he was trapped in this obese and disgusting body of this boy. all my gym work, pain, and dieting had been lost at that point and that fat boy had won it without breaking a sweat in his life.

It was really hard to start my life again, at least now I was a little younger this guy had just turned 19 and had never stepped foot in a gym in his life, he had no studies and I didn't have a penny or the brains to get into a college, I was screwed.

The days passed and I had to survive eating the junk food that Harry had stored in his cupboard, at least the taste of the instant soup and French fries comforted me, That was until "Harry" called me out of the blue one day, we chatted for a while. bit and vent to him all the frustration I had accumulated, I know he wasn't to blame for everything that was happening to me and the rest of the world but I couldn't help but hate him a little after all he and I swapped bodies.

He was also honest with me and that he felt out of place in my body and needed some advice to maintain my lifestyle in the gym. He didn't like the idea of

throwing away all the work I put into that body but he needed my help, he put some money in “my” account and offered to take me to my old home.

Not hesitating for a minute to accept his "generous" offer, I filled a backpack with a bunch of wrinkled, unwashed 2XL clothes that had been lying around since I became Harry and took the first uber to the airport.

The plane ride was awkward. I was used to staying in luxury hotels and traveling first class, but I guess I had to start getting used to this new lifestyle. Harry had taken all my money and there was nothing for me to do. could do for now the world was barely recovering from this strange phenomenon and the banks simply did not want to take care of my problem, like that of many other people in the world.

It was very hard to see my body from this new perspective, he now looked like a sculpture of some Greek god and I was just an obese otaku, he took a few liberties in my body, I had been wearing my clothes, my motorcycle and living in my home although I was doing the same I couldn't help but feel frustrated when I saw him arriving at the airport looking incredibly hot and drawing the eyes of all the people around him.

"Dude, I'm glad you're here. Is it okay if we go eat something before we go home? I'm starving and this body needs a lot of food, well you know because before it was yours "

I got on his motorcycle and let him drive my motorcycle that seemed freshly waxed, at least I was taking good care of my precious baby now that it was all his. We decided to stop at a fast-food restaurant near the airport, I ordered a burger with fries and a coke. He had a lot of salad, a chicken burrito, and iced tea, I didn't have any money so it was kind of humiliating that he paid for me because that was my money.

when we got to the table we started talking about how to cope with this new situation, I had no problem showing him my way of life but right now I didn't have a job or money to stay in the city so he offered me a solution that would benefit both of them.

“ Why don't you train me and help me eat? You know all that shit in the gym and I train for you! You already know how to form a team so you will have a job and I will be able to continue your life where you left it”

It was not a bad idea and I had no other options so I had to accept no matter how inferior and ugly I felt by his side, I stayed on the sofa in my old loft, he offered me to sleep in my old room out of courtesy but I did not feel well surrounded by my old things. my large collection of sports shoes no longer fit me my feet were now small and chubby and his long and thin. Maybe my old clothes could still fit but I didn't dare to look in the mirror, to see myself wearing a tank top exposing my fat arms.

That same day at night was my first time in the gym that I used to go to all the time before I was an obese pig, it was total hell having to be surrounded by much skinnier people. the bathroom he felt very happy to have someone to tell him how to train, he had tried it before but he didn't know the techniques or his routine, his white-toothed smile that he showed while training until he left a small puddle of his stinky sweat on the floor.

I couldn't help but watch his oily muscles tense as he lifted weights or stop myself from smelling the sweat on his sweat-soaked towel when he was distracted to continue training, it was almost as if... Well, now it's clearer to me. I am in love with my body.

Ever since I've had this body I've been masturbating to the memories of my old life, the countless row of women I'd had sex with, how my huge cock dangled between my legs as the women knelt to gasp it. What turned me on about sex was that I was obsessed with my old body!

Without giving him any excuse and with an erection on my tiny penis I went straight to the public bathroom and locked myself in the public toilet to masturbate uncontrollably while pushing Harry's sweat-soaked hot towel against my face. Thinking about everything, for a minute I had forgotten that I was now a 330 pounds pig and I only concentrated on the stinky sweat from Harry's wet armpits that was now on the towel that I sniffed relentlessly.

The pleasure was short-lived, the small cock between my fat thighs had turned me into a premature ejaculator. expel a small, thick load of semen that you immediately wipe off with a small piece of paper.

"pathetic…"

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