GOOD MORNING MR. JOHNSON! (Patreon)

I hate mornings, I hate waking up at 10 am and that my huge and hairy belly is the first thing I see, the taste of old cigarettes on my tongue and the constant back pain that tortures me because of my overweight, I turn on the TV and put the channel news, not that I care what's happening to the world but I can't find the fucking remote and I don't want to be alone with my thoughts or I start crying.

I fill my mouth with a lot of pills that the doctor prescribed when I complained about back pain 4 days ago and I drink a glass of water, still lying on the old bed I take off my "pajamas" which are nothing more than a dirty tank top and some cloth pants that I haven't washed in days and started to masturbate while looking at the huge tits of the hot weather reporter.

From time to time I look down at my grotesque belly that is now in my way. I can't even look at my dick that's hiding between all my fishnets, and when she's done shooting my cum onto the dirty sheets, guilt and disgust come over me, but if I don't do this daily routine I'd go completely insane.

-How did it end like this?...-

I wiped my hand on one of the sheets and stood up swaying my big round belly I went to the closet and grabbed some old triple extra-large size pants and put them on to start my day I left my room and went to I went to the kitchen and took a frying pan that was still dirty from yesterday's dinner and began to fry a couple of eggs and sausages while I prepared my instant coffee, one of the few pleasures of my new life. my house was disgusting but I had no intention of cleaning up this pigsty that I call home.

As if never satisfied I began to devour the greasy plate in front of me without even savoring the taste of eggs and sausage. it had taken longer to fry the eggs than they had lasted on my plate, I was used to fresh fruit and a fresher breakfast, but now it was all I could afford with the check that comes in the mail every month from the government.

I gave her one last sip of coffee and set the dishes on the table to start and left the house to start working on the garden…this stupid garden that I hated so much. It was…a year ago right? I had stopped counting the days when a month passed and I understood that this "swap" had no solution.

-HEY! MR. JOHNSON GOOD MORNING! - I turned around and there he was, the real Mr. Johnson showing my body with the least possible clothing as always. -Fucking smug… - I whispered trying to ignore him. I had tired of begging him on my knees and obeying him so that everything would return to normal.

He had cursed me by exchanging our lives when I accidentally ruined his garden with my car while drunk and woke up the next day in his sweaty, obese body the weight of a hippopotamus.

“You'll have to make up for it somehow kid,” he told me the first time when I went to Jeremy and Rosa's house, my parents… my old house. and while I have to fix this damn mess he has completely taken over my life, my body even my girl, damn old bitter shit had stolen my life for some damn flowers and pumpkins.

Worst of all, no matter what I do to this garden, no matter what I plant or what kind of soil I use, nothing grows here, and I'm beginning to suspect that Mr. Johnson has something to do with it...

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