#bodyswich

Warning: This story contains body swap, fit to fat, feederism, masturbation, and explicitly erotic scenes. All characters are of legal age.

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This is me, the first day I woke up in my friend P.J.'s fat body. You're probably wondering how all this happened. To be honest, I can't explain it clearly, but I have to tell you how I got to this point.

Ever since I started college, it's been hell because of my dad, Goofy. Ever since he decided to enroll in the same university as me so he "wouldn't miss me," things have only gotten worse. I know he loves me, but I can't be cool while he's around; he just embarrasses me more and more. Now almost everyone at college laughs at me because of the stupid things my dad does. I only hang out with my friends P.J. and Bobby, but even they have had a better life than me, I guess. They've made more friends and socialize more, unlike me—people only talk to me about my dad and the things he does.

"Oh, I'd love to have your dad," P.J. said when I told him my dad followed me to all my classes to humiliate me.

"What? No, it's not good at all having someone like my dad. Last week he started telling my whole class about my most embarrassing experiences!" I said, pretty shocked by P.J.'s statement.

"Your dad is really affectionate. I wish mine was like that. My dad wouldn't care if I fell from the third floor—he'd scold me for it and ground me," said P.J.

"Well, that's better, isn't it? I mean, I'd honestly prefer that. And now that you're away from him because of college, isn't it much better?" I said, convinced that it would be way better to have a dad like Pete.

"Yeah, but I'd pay for my dad to be as attentive as yours," he said in that soft voice that's so characteristic of him.

Before going to sleep, I kept thinking about that conversation with P.J. I mean, P.J. has an excellent life even if he doesn't see it. He has a strict father, but honestly it would be easy to fool him and sneak out without getting scolded. Plus, P.J. is pretty handsome in his own way. I had a crush on him a few years ago. And his dad couldn't be that bad if he let P.J. get as fat as he is now. Why couldn't I be P.J. already? Thinking about it so much, I fell into a heavy sleep.

I woke up to something very strange: my own snoring. I don't usually snore, so it was quite a surprise to hear such a powerful snore.

I tried to stretch and get out of bed as usual, but something stopped me. I felt tied to the bed for a few seconds. I made an even greater effort for several seconds until I finally managed to sit up. I felt the bed shake from me sitting down. Still half asleep, I stretched my arms and opened my eyes fully, only to realize I wasn't in my bed. I was in the bunk where P.J. slept with Bobby, and my bed looked empty, as if no one had slept there. I was really hungry. I heard my stomach growl and instinctively looked down.

The only thing I could see was a huge, giant ball of fat. I had an enormous belly in front of me! I froze in shock. These are P.J.'s clothes! Instinctively, I touched my belly to check if I was dreaming, but I could only feel the soft, warm ball of fat. I looked at my hands. "What?" I thought as I stared at my chubby sausage-like fingers. Then I grabbed my belly in disbelief. It was so soft and warm. I was in complete shock. I stayed there for a while thinking: "What just happened? How did this happen? Am I P.J. now?"

I tried to stand up with effort. It took me an embarrassingly long time to get out of the bunk. I kept trying and grabbing onto everything I could, but my belly kept pulling me back to the bed because of the weight. Just as I was almost standing, I heard a loud:

—Whasuuuuuuuuuup! —Bobby said while looking at me from the top bunk.

It scared me so much that I fell back onto the bed, making the whole bunk shake with my weight.

"Hey, Max, easy there. Relax, calm down and breathe, dude," Bobby said very calmly.

"What?" I paused for a second upon hearing the soft voice I now had, but I had to speak. "Wait, how do you know I'm Max?" I said, still surprised by my new voice.

"Brooooo, I know eeeeverything… But this time P.J. himself told me while he was in your body," Bobby said with the peace he transmits every day.

"So HE STOLE MY BODY?" A wave of anger flooded the fat body I was now controlling.

"Nooo bro, it doesn't seem like he had anything to do with it. He told me about the talk you had yesterday about your dads. Maybe that was it, brother. Relax. Isn't this what you wanted? Now you don't have Goofy as your dad," he said while looking at me.

For a moment, a feeling of peace and joy ran through me as I remembered that it was true! I was in P.J.'s body, therefore my dad wasn't Goofy. I got excited for a second and a rush of adrenaline invaded my body thinking about all the things I could do now that I wasn't Max… only to remember that I couldn't even get out of bed because of the weight of my own body.

Bobby immediately got down to help me stand up, and with some effort I got to my feet, leaning my arm on him so I wouldn't fall.

"Try walking, brother. Imagine you're a really fat penguin trying to get some food," Bobby said.

Even though it was a silly thing to say, I could never doubt Bobby. So, just like he said, I started walking like a penguin, spreading my chubby legs and pushing my belly forward, tripping over many things as I walked. While walking, I felt something in my crotch. I knew exactly what it meant. I felt something very small, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

"I look ridiculous, this is so humiliating," I thought as my huge belly bounced with every movement I made and, even worse, my ass bounced the same way.

I heard Bobby burst out laughing, which made me feel even more humiliated. So I decided to go sit on a bench in the kitchen. To my misfortune, it broke under my weight. Bobby laughed brutally at me.

"Well, big guy, I have to go to my classes. I don't think they'll say anything if you stay here, or you can go look for your old body. See you later, little bro!"

I got up from the floor and went to P.J.'s refrigerator. He had a separate fridge for his food because he ate so much. I opened it and found tons of things: burgers, fries, whole pizzas, donuts… P.J. never let us touch it and we used to steal his food, but now I'm him! I grabbed a whole pizza, a 3-liter soda, and a burger. I sat on the couch that creaked under my weight. I thought I'd probably leave the burger and not finish the whole pizza. Before, I couldn't eat more than 3 slices because Bobby would eat the rest, and P.J. had his own pizza. But this time the pizza is all mine.

Just like I'd never eaten in my life, I devoured the whole pizza, slice after slice, until it was clean. I chugged the soda like a bull and finally finished the burger, with zero manners or restraint.

I looked with satisfaction at the pizza box resting on my chest. My belly was so big I could put the box on it without it falling. I saw the empty box and was surprised, even more so because… I wasn't full! So I patted my stomach. It seemed this body could eat a lot. Before, 3 slices were enough to fill me up. I patted myself until I felt something rise up my throat.

—BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! —A powerful burp came out of me. I felt like a champion burping so loudly. Before we used to compete over who could burp the loudest and I always lost. A feeling of satisfaction and adrenaline hit me after that burp.

I got up with effort to go to the bathroom. I hadn't seen my reflection the whole time! After knocking over and breaking several things with my weight, I tried to enter the bathroom. I had to go in sideways because I knew I wouldn't fit facing forward. Even so, I got a little stuck, but I managed to get through.

Once inside, I looked at P.J. in the mirror. I still couldn't believe I was in his body. Instinctively I touched the most noticeable thing now: this enormous ball of fat. Honestly, a rush of adrenaline started running through me. I had no restrictions now. My dad? He was with my old body. Who was going to stop me from doing whatever I wanted?

So I took off my clothes with great effort. I realized P.J. had a huge pair of underwear. I could have used them as a blanket before! Then I looked at myself completely naked in the mirror. My eyes went straight to my belly, since P.J.'s intimate area was covered by the size of his gut. This belly is huge! I couldn't see my whole body because of the mirror size, but I could perfectly see my enormous belly. How could P.J. let himself go like this?

With both hands I tried to lift it like a sack of potatoes, but I didn't have enough strength and I let my belly drop. Then my whole body shook when I released it. And when I say whole, I mean everything. I literally felt like a piece of jelly. I started looking at my entire body in the mirror. It was fucking huge! I started patting my stomach, lifting and moving my belly until at one point I let out a loud burp: BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!

I kept lifting my belly up in the mirror when I noticed something peculiar: I had just seen P.J.'s dick. It was genuinely very tiny from what I saw in the mirror, and it was erect. Even if I wanted to deny it, the adrenaline of being in this foreign body and, above all, having this huge, fat belly, got me really horny.

I continued exploring how big my belly was. I stuck a finger in my navel and it was genuinely deep. I also rested my belly on the sink. The truth was I was already getting tired just from standing.

I grabbed my belly with both hands and touched my entire stomach while watching P.J. in the bathroom mirror touching every pound of his belly, shaking it in front of the mirror. It felt like a ball of jelly that trembled with every movement. I touched every roll, every love handle, and every pound, running my hands over my belly and touching every inch.

I turned around just to see my ass. Enormous, honestly. It felt like two jellies on my backside. I started slapping them hard just to feel my body bounce. With a smile I started spanking my ass in the mirror. The slaps sounded louder and louder. I spanked myself with all my strength and felt nothing because of all the fat on my body.

I was in total madness. I started spanking my fat ass in the mirror, rubbing, moving, and grabbing every pound of my belly like crazy. I felt every roll and every part of my gut. In the middle of my frenzy I felt something thick running down my fat thigh. I knew it was cum. Had I cum involuntarily because I was so turned on? Oh wow, that had never happened in my old body.

I looked at P.J.'s huge underwear lying on the floor. Fuck, it was genuinely enormous. I picked it up and measured it. Was I really this wide now? That turned me on even more.

My belly suddenly growled. I felt a cramp and a long, smelly fart spread my ass cheeks: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT. Before I would have been embarrassed to let out a fart like that, but now I could do whatever I wanted. I felt full but hungry at the same time. It was so weird.

After a while, I ended up panting, drooling, with one hand grabbing my belly, lifting it to reach P.J.'s tiny dick and masturbate. I lifted my belly and squeezed it, squeezed every love handle and every pound I now had, while watching all of that in the mirror and only seeing P.J. masturbating with his obese body. I had an incredibly intense orgasm. I felt P.J.'s fat balls tighten with the powerful orgasm I had. The bathroom really smelled like cum and sweat.

After the orgasm, I let go of the belly I had lifted and started touching and grabbing it while looking at my reflection. This fat body really turned me on.

After a while of having the best orgasm of my life, I left the bathroom with difficulty and went straight back to the kitchen. There were some nice donuts waiting for me to be devoured.

Hours later, P.J. (in my body) arrived at the room and tried to explain that he had spent the whole day with my dad and had an amazing time. I should have been angry with him, but honestly I couldn't stop thinking about anything other than the orgasm I had today with his tiny dick. I wasn't mad and I gave him permission to spend time with my dad. We exchanged phones and a few other things. Neither of us really brought up the topic of how to switch back to our bodies.

And so we reached the present, 6 months later. My old body moved to the room where my dad was staying at the university and has been spending quality time with him. Although I'm no longer cool, on my part I got to know P.J.'s dad. He's really a good guy. I like that he calls me "fatso." Pete still sends money monthly for my meals. I've started eating so much since I've been in this body. Now I invite Bobby over sometimes, although I always stuff myself with food. I also bought a full-length mirror big enough to cover my huge body and masturbate in front of it. I masturbate every day in the bathroom with this enormous body and the mirror in front of me. I think Bobby doesn't notice when I do it, although maybe he's caught me once and hasn't said anything. But I don't care. Anyway, Bobby is hardly in the room in the afternoons. Sometimes Bobby sees me with my hand on my belly and jokes about it. I really don't complain. I think this belly is what I like the most and what turns me on the most about this body, so I can't help but touch it. I've even started walking around naked in front of Bobby. You can't see anything intimate because my belly covers my dick. Bobby seems to accept it too. Things have adapted quite well since the swap. I've even become cooler and more confident since I've been in P.J.'s body. I've gone out more and I'm even friends with Bradley, who I have a pretty strong crush on. But the best part is always when I get to the room, take off my clothes, stuff myself with food while shaking my huge belly, slap my ass, and look at myself in P.J.'s obese body. Whoever swapped our bodies, thank you.

Attention: This story contains body swap (fit to fat), fat worship, weight gain, feederism, masturbation, and explicitly erotic content.

Let me introduce myself. I am—or rather, I used to be—Mr. Wolf. You’ve probably heard the news about me and my incredible heists. But ever since I decided to become a “good guy,” I really let my guard down, and so did the rest of my crew. Over time, as we slowly turned into good boys, we started to relax more. Especially Mr. Piranha. Once he stopped being hyperactive all the time, he began eating a lot more and gained a noticeable amount of weight. You could say he became pretty unbearable. He distanced himself from us because he just played video games all day and hung out with Mr. Shark, who was the only one who could still tolerate him despite the constant burps and farts. Basically, Shark was the only person he talked to for a long time. Soon enough, he became extremely obese, to the point where he could barely walk. The jokes didn’t stop, of course, but he took them with his usual sense of humor.

As for me, I stayed the same—hypnotized by doing good and the feeling it brought. If only I hadn’t turned into a good guy, none of what I’m about to tell you would have happened.

I had been suspicious for a while that **Professor Marmalade** was planning something. There was something in his dumb look that made me distrust him, and I was right. He framed us for a robbery he had orchestrated himself. He used us to get his hands on a meteorite with energy capable of doing anything. Worst of all, everyone thinks we stole it. And even worse, he wants to use the meteorite to rob the biggest gold bank in the city. We were arrested, but my team and I managed to escape. After a long and intense discussion, we concluded that despite our differences, we had to stop him, return the meteorite, and infiltrate that bastard’s base. What I didn’t count on was that he was waiting for us.

The next thing I knew, I was tied to a chair in **Professor Marmalade**’s lair. It felt like I had slept for days. Behind me, also tied up, was Mr. Piranha. Apparently we had been intercepted by **Professor Marmalade**’s henchmen. The others escaped—except for me (because I didn’t notice in time) and Mr. Piranha (because of his morbid obesity).

So there I was, tied up next to my fat, obese, and smelly partner. Then **Professor Marmalade** stepped in front of us, staring straight at me while I could feel the heat from my partner’s body behind me.

“Well, I think I should explain what’s going to happen next,” **Professor Marmalade** said, looking at me. “You, Mr. Wolf, did everything perfectly so I could get this meteorite. Why don’t you try out what it’s capable of? Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. I just want to have a little fun.”

One of the machines in his lair started moving—a giant device shaped like an enormous gun that used the meteorite as a power source. It aimed directly at both of us and began charging. I swallowed hard, thinking about all the things it could do. Suddenly, the weapon fired a blue beam at us. Everything went blurry, and I passed out, still tied to the chair.

When I woke up, my vision was still blurry and I didn’t understand what had happened. Then I realized I wasn’t in my chair—or at least the chair wasn’t in the same position. Suddenly I felt incredibly heavy, as if I had eaten a whole pizza. When I finally regained consciousness, I realized I was GREEN and, even worse, I had a massive gut where my stomach used to be flat. I looked at my hands and understood what had happened. I WASN’T IN MY BODY! I thought it was a joke, so I touched the huge belly I now had with my hand, and my fear became reality. This wasn’t my body—it was the obese Mr. Piranha’s! I felt so strange, and seconds later I saw my own body standing in front of me.

After recovering from the shock, Mr. Piranha (in my body) explained that **Professor Marmalade** had swapped our bodies so we couldn’t interfere with his plan to rob the gold bank. Still wanting to help, I told him we should go stop him. My team was probably there, and we needed to assist them. But when I tried to stand up, I couldn’t. My old body watched me struggling to get out of the chair (without success). After several failed attempts and some typical Mr. Piranha jokes and laughter, he helped me up. I felt so ashamed and humiliated to be this size.

Once I had my balance, I tried to take a step but immediately fell back on my ass because I didn’t know how to handle all the extra pounds Mr. Piranha had. I felt all the fat on my body jiggle—his enormous belly, thighs, and even his ass shook. I still couldn’t believe how fat I was now. How did Piranha even live like this? How did he walk like this? Anyway, after several embarrassing attempts to stand up, I suggested that he go help my team in my body, and then come back to explain the situation to everyone and reverse the swap. Full of energy, he agreed and ran out, jumping around excitedly. I even noticed that the huge piece of meat between my old legs was erect. It seemed like he was really enjoying being in my body. It didn’t bother me because this was temporary. He’d get the others and we’d fix this… right?

I tried to get up from the floor, but this enormous ball of fat in front of me wasn’t easy to manage. I felt pretty weak. “Oh great,” I thought sarcastically as I looked at the massive gut I now had. Then I started touching it—first with disbelief, then with amazement. It was so big and soft. I began kneading it with my hands. It was enormous. I touched every roll on this body. Every inch had fat. I tried to reach my belly button—I had always been curious how deep it was. Unfortunately, my gut blocked my arm. I felt every centimeter of this body. It was still surreal going from a slim wolf to an obese, gluttonous piranha.

Speaking of eating, I felt extremely hungry and at the same time like I had already eaten at three buffets. Suddenly, something came out of me without permission—**BUUUUUUUURP**—a huge burp escaped. It scared me. Seeing myself there on the floor, without control of my body, with my belly reaching the ground, I felt so humiliated… and a little aroused by the situation. I don’t even know why. Mr. Piranha had never attracted me, but I felt excited. Then I started touching Mr. Piranha’s ass. It was ENORMOUS, though my belly was even bigger. I touched it; it was just as soft and fatty as the rest of the body. I kept touching my belly in disbelief—so soft and huge.

After a while of obsessively touching this body, still not fully believing what was happening, quite some time had passed since my old body left. I decided to try standing up. I leaned on the chair I had fallen near and put all my effort into getting up. With one hand on the chair and the other grabbing my belly as best I could, I miraculously managed to stand and find my balance. I tried to take a step but felt like I would fall at any moment. I could see the enormous belly I had. With both hands I started shaking it, grabbing the rolls on the sides and trying to wrap my arms around as much fat as possible. I gave my belly little pats, occasionally letting out a loud burp or a smelly fart. With one hand on my gut, I felt like I was condemned to feel this enormous belly forever. It was addictive touching my belly (and though I didn’t want to admit it, humiliating and arousing).

I moved on to touching my ass with one hand. I grabbed one of my huge cheeks and started spanking both of them, moaning a little involuntarily in the process. Then I realized—what am I doing? I tried to turn around to see my ass but couldn’t see much. So I started walking like a penguin, with my belly and chest leading the way. It was so weird and, as I said, kind of exciting, but I didn’t know why. Then I felt something between my chubby thighs—something that wanted to come out but was hidden. I felt Mr. Piranha’s dick rubbing against one of my thighs, and I immediately noticed the difference. It was so tiny. I used to have a huge piece of meat between my legs, and switching to this small dick left me in shock.

Fortunately, I saw someone entering the lair. It was Mr. Shark. I tried to approach with my clumsy penguin steps, but I felt a wave of embarrassment realizing I wasn’t wearing any clothes. (Mr. Piranha always went around like that because his belly covered his tiny dick.) Mr. Shark came over and asked how I was. Now that I saw Mr. Shark, he was so tall—I hadn’t realized how short I was now. I asked about the others, and what he told me left me in shock.

My old body and the rest of the team had stopped **Professor Marmalade**, but instead of my old body coming back to tell me, **he was pretending to be me!** I tried to explain to Mr. Shark.

“Hey, wait, wait—I’m not Mr. Piranha! No, no, I’m Mr. Wolf!”

Mr. Shark replied, “Huh? Bro, I just saw Mr. Piranha. Wasn’t he here with you?”

“**Professor Marmalade** swapped our bodies! I’m Mr. Wolf, but I’m stuck in this fat body.”

After processing what I said, Mr. Shark started laughing at me. “HAHAHAHAHA! For real? Sorry, sorry… How does it feel going from being the greatest thief of all time to being Mr. Piranha?”

His mockery wasn’t funny, but he was right. How had I gone from the best thief to smelling like farts and burps, with an enormous belly and a massive ass?

“Great, just help me get back to my body. Where’s Mr. Piranha now?”

Mr. Shark said, “If you mean the one in your body, he’s out there celebrating with everyone.”

I responded furiously, “When I get my hands on him, he’s a dead man.”

“Well, I don’t know how you’re going to do that when you can’t even get used to that weight. Why don’t we go home and wait for him there?” said Mr. Shark.

“Okay, okay, okay, fine,” I said, a bit frantic. I tried to walk but waddled like a penguin with all that abdominal fat hanging out. Fortunately the place wasn’t far, but walking in this body felt so exhausting. Shark had to give me chocolate bars he had saved so I could keep going.

When we entered our hideout, I saw everyone from my team except me. I immediately knew he was in my room—where else would he be? I burst in without knocking, opening the door abruptly, only to see him with **my dick** out. I confronted him while struggling to even enter the room. My own body made me wrestle just to get inside.

I said angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

“What? I’m just playing with what’s mine,” he said in my own attractive voice.

I have to admit that for a moment I felt excited seeing my own body, but I was desperate. “Hey, please, I want my body back. I don’t like being obese. Please tell the others to help us reverse this.”

Then my own body said: “You think I’m going to pass up this opportunity, idiot? HAHAHAHAHA! Look at this,” he said, pointing at the huge piece of meat between his legs. “You wanted to be a good guy, and apparently I’m better at it than you. Now I’m going to go receive praise for my achievements. You can keep this hideout—I won’t need it anymore. And if you’ll excuse me, they’re waiting for me to get my reward. GOODBYE, FATASS! HAHAHAHAHAHA… and good luck jerking off.” And with that, he left the hideout with everyone except Shark.

“Hey, are you okay, Mr. Wolf?” Shark asked, quite worried. But I was a mix of emotions—humiliated, finished, defeated… and though I didn’t want to admit it, excited.

Days passed and Mr. Shark started helping me adapt. I began exploring my body more. I remember being in the bathroom before showering for the first time in this body. I looked at myself in the mirror: fat, obese, with a round double chin, green skin, and an enormous ass. I spent like four hours looking at myself. I had to stand on a stool to see properly because I was so short and fat now. I kept touching my huge belly, lifting it up and putting things on the sink to feel how my gut rested on top of them. I loved how my body moved like jelly with every movement, how I was hungry every second, and how hard walking was because of my weight. I touched my belly from every angle, every roll and every fold. I patted it, hoping for a burp or a loud fart. I grabbed it with one hand, then both hands. I lifted it, shook it, felt every extra pound. I think what excites me most about this body is my fat, food-filled belly.

I remember turning around and seeing my ass — big, fat, and full of blubber just like my belly. I started touching both cheeks; they were bigger than my hands. Even so, my belly was still the biggest part of me. I felt the urge to masturbate. It was strange. For some reason, I had been getting aroused by this body ever since we swapped, even though it embarrassed me to admit it. I had never wanted to be fat or anything like that before, but here it was something weird — I was getting turned on by how big I was. I sat on the toilet, spread my chubby legs, lifted my belly with one hand and held it up, but I still couldn’t reach. I had to lift it with both hands, but I couldn’t masturbate. Just the sensation of holding my own massive belly was almost making me cum right there. I was too excited and had to take desperate measures and go to Mr. Shark. Before the swap we had always had a good relationship, though what I was about to ask him was crazy.

I entered Mr. Shark’s room. He looked at me strangely.

“I-I-I wanted to ask you something… I really can’t hold it in anymore…”

As if he could read my mind, he said, “I didn’t expect you to ask so soon, but I’ve been missing this. I guess whoever’s in that body inevitably has this problem.” Then he made me sit down. With his big hands he spread my chubby thighs. I lifted the enormous ball of fat with my arms while he crouched down. With two fingers he started stroking my dick. My fat jiggled side to side as I held it. On impulse I let out a huge burp—**BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP**. I was embarrassed until I realized he was used to it. It seemed like he was enjoying it too, because I noticed he was masturbating as well. The whole scene was humiliating and arousing in every way. I was so fat I had to ask for help to jerk off. Suddenly I felt Mr. Shark’s face go under my belly and start sucking my dick. I didn’t expect that and let go of my belly with both hands, trapping him underneath. It seemed to excite him even more as I saw his arm moving faster on his own member.

I can’t describe the feeling of my belly shaking to the rhythm of his sucking. It was so exciting to feel that I needed help for this and to feel my belly and ass jiggling like jelly the whole time. Finally I came in his mouth. For him it was probably just like a lollipop or a candy. For me it was an orgasm I had never felt before, and my belly celebrated it with another involuntary burp—**BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP**. It was incredible.

This story contains gay sex and homosexuals, body swapping, masturbation, feederism, admiration for fat bodies and explicit scenes. If you don't like any of that, don't read it

Hi, I’m Darren. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been what’s called a “feeder” in the feederism community. A feeder, for those who don’t know, is someone who gets turned on by gaining weight or making someone else gain weight. And if I’m being honest, I fucking love massively obese men.

Ever since I was a kid, I was obsessed with cartoons where characters would pack on pound after pound. It made me want to be the one stuffing them… or maybe even be the one getting fat myself. Later on, I learned more about feederism and discovered two specific terms: feeder and gainer (the one who lets themselves gain weight). Honestly, I wanted to be both. But I was a tall, strong cheetah, and I considered myself pretty handsome. I was born with a naturally sculpted body. I didn’t even work out, but my genetics made it look like I did. So I decided to use that to my advantage to attract chubby guys or skinny guys who were ready to get fat.

Since then, I’ve identified as a feeder whenever I meet someone who shares my fetish. I’ve met several fat guys — really fat ones. I started getting deeper into the community. A lot of gainers would come over so I could feed them, fatten them up, and of course, have sex with them. I almost always talked to gainers, invited them to my house, fed them, fucked them, and kept feeding them afterward so that the calories burned during sex wouldn’t even make a dent. That was exactly what was supposed to happen with Tom.

I met Tom, a really fat dog. You could tell from a mile away that he always had food in his belly, just like every other gainer I’d met before. We chatted for several days until he wanted to come over for a wild night. I was already pretty experienced with several gainers I was still talking to, so I went out and bought a ton of stuff. I filled my house with way too much food for him.

He was one of the biggest and most obese guys I had ever met. When he first sent me a picture of himself, I was surprised he had to step way back just to fit in the frame. Fuck, that was so hot.

When he got to my house, we didn’t waste any time getting comfortable. We stripped down immediately and went straight to bed. I noticed he was wearing a strange but kinda cute collar around his neck. I grabbed a box of pizza from the cupboard and started feeding him by hand while I rubbed his huge belly. It was so soft, so massive… God, it was exciting to feel that gut. I noticed his dick was hard, though it was actually really small compared to mine, which was quite big. But if I’m honest, the fact that he had such a tiny cock hidden between all those pounds of fat turned me on like crazy.

After the first slice, I gave him a wild kiss, which he eagerly returned. I kept feeding him until he had already eaten three whole pizzas, and there was still more. Then he got on all fours in a way that let me see his entire fat ass. I started spanking him — his cheeks were enormous! Not as big as his massive belly, but genuinely huge. I knew exactly what that position meant. While he kept eating his pizza, I grabbed his ass and, in the next moment, it happened: I started fucking him hard, harder and harder. I was so turned on feeling his belly swaying like ocean waves. I didn’t notice that his collar was starting to glow brighter and brighter, until the light became so blinding that I only remember passing out.

When I opened my eyes, I felt incredibly heavy. Since I was in my room, I didn’t immediately react to anything strange. Plus, I was in my bed, though it was really hard to get up. I felt so heavy. I assumed I had passed out from how turned on I was. But when I turned my head and saw my own naked body lying on the bed, I freaked out. It was the biggest scare of my life. I thought I had died — until I looked down: a mountain of fat. From having a flat stomach to suddenly having a huge mountain of blubber that blocked my view of anything below. I looked at my hands; my fur markings were gone, replaced by chubby fingers. The most striking thing was the giant belly I now had. I felt something moving under my gut, where my huge cock used to be. After a moment, I realized it: he had swapped our bodies!

I suppose I should have been angry and woken up my original body so we could switch back, but something inside me had always wanted to know what it felt like to be obese. I tried to get out of bed. It took several seconds of struggling before I managed it, and then I started walking. It was so weird having all that fat in front and feeling my ass and everything else jiggle with every step. I grabbed my enormous belly with both hands so I wouldn’t fall. I waddled like an overweight penguin toward the bathroom. I looked in the mirror: it was really me. Wow. My body was huge, gigantic, massively obese.

I started exploring it (I was already doing that anyway). I began touching the massive belly. I really liked the feeling — it was so soft and flabby. It felt like I had eaten way too much, probably because I had been feeding him so much. With my chubby hands, I grabbed my belly, lifted it, and let it drop. My whole body jiggled and shook like gelatin. I started touching my belly from every angle. I was insanely turned on, so fucking excited to feel myself this obese. From moving my belly so much, I felt something rising in my throat and let out a huge burp:

BUUUUUUURP

It was the biggest, loudest burp he had ever let out in his life. I had been feeling something in my pants for a while but ignored it because I’d probably have to confront the guy who now had my body, and I didn’t want to be covered in cum during the confrontation. But I was so horny I couldn’t resist. I tried to masturbate, but my enormous belly made it difficult. It took me a while to figure out how, but honestly that only made me even hotter. I had to hold my belly up with one hand while I jerked off with two fingers. It was so strange and exciting. I started stroking, feeling my belly bounce and my ass jiggle. It didn’t take long before I came.

I looked back in the mirror and got even more turned on seeing a massively obese guy jerking off in front of me — except now I was that obese guy. I started shaking my belly more while my hard cock stayed buried in the fat. I looked at my ass and saw two enormous cheeks — they were gigantic! I started spanking myself. My whole body jiggled while I also grabbed my massive gut. Everything felt incredibly hot.

After a while, I heard something in the bedroom. I guess my old body had woken up. I stopped masturbating and mentally prepared myself. I was nervous about what might happen, but still excited about my new body.

When I went in, the guy now in my body had the same reaction, except he saw a flat stomach instead of a huge ball of fat. He had the same shock and fear I had felt just minutes earlier.

“What? What the fuck happened?” said Tom, now in Darren’s body.

“I want to know the same thing,” said Darren, now in Tom’s obese body.

“What? But we were… Oh God, I thought I was dead!” said Tom.

“I thought the same thing when I woke up like this. I think you have something to explain to me,” said Darren, pointing at the collar that was still glowing around Tom’s fat neck.

“What? It was a gift from my best friend. He just gave it to me today… Wait, do you think that was what caused this?” said Tom, pointing at the now-slender body and the huge erect cock he had.

“Looks like it was. It only happened while we were having sex. I guess if we have sex again we’ll probably switch back,” said Darren.

Tom looked down at the slim body and the massive erect cock he now had. They both stared for a while.

“Hey, we just swapped… Do you want to wait a bit before switching back?” said Tom.

Tom expected Darren to reject the offer of staying swapped longer. After all, not many people would trade a fit body for a morbidly obese one. But Darren’s answer genuinely surprised him.

“Maybe we should explore these new bodies. This kind of opportunity doesn’t happen every day. Not to mention it feels like a weird dream,” said Darren.

They exchanged all the other guy’s information, including experiences, responsibilities, and everything else. Darren headed to his new home, called an Uber, and took all the pizzas and food he had bought for Tom. He was going to feed them to Tom’s body.

When he arrived at the apartment — which was pretty comfortable, though not as big as his old house — he couldn’t hold back his urge to masturbate any longer. The whole ride he had felt his belly moving, his rolls, and his ass taking up the entire seat. As soon as he got inside, he instinctively started eating the pizzas he had brought while stripping down again and beginning to jerk off.

I think what turned him on the most was his belly. It was enormous! Flabby, ridiculously heavy. There wasn’t a single moment when he wasn’t grabbing it. Then his ass — it was huge and soft. It felt like it took up the entire dining chair. He started devouring everything he had bought earlier like crazy. He found a mirror in the bathroom and placed it in front of him. While he ate, he masturbated and felt his massive belly swaying side to side. He kept jerking off until he was exhausted, but he was so horny he couldn’t stop touching that fat-filled belly and that chubby ass.

Eight months have passed since the swap. Around the first month, Tom had messaged Darren:

“Hey Darren, don’t you want to swap bodies again? It’s already been a month.”

Tom asked more out of politeness than actually wanting to switch back.

“I’m really happy being this fat obese guy. I know you like being me too. You can keep my body, Tom. Besides, I already broke the collar a while ago. If you wanted to switch back, I was just going to say it broke by accident, hehehe.”

And so, both decided to keep living in their new bodies and new lives. Now Tom jerks off every single day without fail. Every day he masturbates with his body, with his enormous belly and huge ass. Every day he orders and eats massive amounts of food just so he doesn’t lose any calories from all the jerking off. He can’t keep his hands off his giant belly. It turns him on so much — how huge his gut is, how big his fat ass is, how much food he can eat, the burps and farts he can let out, his cock hidden deep in all that fat, the feeling of getting even more ridiculously obese. All of it turns him on way too much.

He even gained a bit more weight. Darren loved being Tom and pretending to be him around his friends — that obese fat gainer. Now Darren is aiming to gain another 70 pounds by the end of the year and plans to keep getting fatter after that. He opened a Twitter account where guys could feed him. That’s how he met his boyfriend, a gainer and feeder. An elephant named Brandon, pretty intimidating because he’s a very fat and big guy, though Tom’s body was still fatter, if only by a little. Still, Darren loved bragging to his boyfriend that he was fatter than him. Darren bought a full-length mirror so he could look at his body while masturbating. Every single day without fail, he jerks off looking at his obese body, his enormous belly, his fat ass, his whole obese body in the big mirror that could capture all of him. A fantasy come true.

More than once Darren tried to tell his boyfriend the real story, but he just thought it was one of Darren’s sexual fantasies. Darren knew the truth: he was now in Tom’s obese body, and he fucking loved it.

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When Dogday least expected it, he was in Catnap's ridiculously fat, naked body. Dogday could feel every pound, every bit of fat on his body: his belly, his ass, everything felt so big. Before, he was thinner than a stick, and now he was in an obese body. And let's be honest, even though Dogday was scared at first, from the beginning he felt that spark in Catnap's body, and Catnap's dick felt it too.

After a while, Bubba kept trying to get them back into their own bodies. Catnap, in Dogday's body, was having the worst time. Why? Because Dog Day was fascinated by Catnap's obese body, his fat belly, his fucking fat ass, he could masturbate all day with that body, feeling the fat on every part of it. Now he eats nonstop, while playing with his belly, he burps that little red gas, and masturbates trying to prevent his own belly from making it harder to grab his penis, which excites him even more.