I Want to be Fat (body swap weight gain AP)
by zulator
Growing up in a slim body, I never thought about what being fat was all about. I was thin, and it never occurred to me to even wonder. As I got older and built up my body to where it is now, I thought even less and less about those unfortunate ones who were overweight, and for a time, I saw it as a sign of weakness. I would look at my body and feel so secure in myself, seeing the tight skin and pectorals and how ribbed my abdominal muscles were, to me this was the only way a man should be. I went through high school with this attitude, and I am sure I ruffled a few feathers along the way, making the fat guys feel less than the men they really were. I look back at those arrogant years of me being the center of my universe, all the hot chicks I had sown my seed in and all the admiration I had gotten from my parents and other adults I came in contact with.
I was the perfect athletic kid and the envy of most men young and old. I was so bad. I would get off on the looks I would get, knowing that most were lusting for my body, and because of that, I tended to place more emphasis on my brawn and less on my brain. Oh yeah, I got a scholarship all right, but to the embarrassment of my parents and myself, I failed academically when others of lesser athletic ability were succeeding.
After two embarrassing years, I returned home and now had to find a job without the help of a college education. It was hard to accept that I was a dropout, because I always thought I could succeed on the attributes of my body. I found out the hard way, and now when I see those successful chubby men I used to harass, I wonder if it was all worth it.
My first job returning home was working at a local diner, and washing dishes was not the most fun job, but without any skills, I was lucky to find what I found. My hometown was not a metropolis by any stretch of the imagination. It was a small town with little or no industry, and what there was took some skill to obtain a job. Heck, I still have my body, I would always say as I punched out and headed to my small one room apartment. Yes, I had my body and no one could take that away. In fact, I worked at it intensely, cause I could still draw the women, but there were only one night stands it seemed, since my future wasn't going anywhere and what women would want was a life that I couldn't give her.
After a couple of years, I was finally promoted to assistant manager of the diner, and although I didn't have to do dishes anymore, I still had the stress of making sure everything got done, and the hours were awful. I managed to get a better place to live, but I was never going to be rich, and I would never find the kind of women that I wanted or dreamed about.
It was about four years since high school, and some of the smart ones who completed college were returning to make their careers in the community as doctors, lawyers or just business leaders, and most of them were those fat guys I always let know who was more of a man than they were.
So there I was an assistant manager at the local diner, and I would have to see the chubby guys come in with the girls and wish I was one of them. Yes, now this hard body jock was now lusting for the body of a fat guy, just so I could feel like I was a success. How ironic this scene had become, the jock who wished he was fat. I mean, I still loved my body and how much I could do with it. I loved sports and running and hiking to the extreme, but in my heart I was wishing I was someone else, and being fat didn't seem so bad.
So the story goes.
I had seen Toby Wilder come in to the diner every morning for his breakfast before he headed over to his law office, and although I had treated him badly in high school, he still talked to me and was concerned about me. We got to finally know each other over the next few years, and I used Toby as my lawyer when I needed one, and I had become close to his wife and the kids he had.
One night especially, hit me hard, when Toby had me over to his $250-thousand dollar home in the countryside. "Mark," he said, "I have to tell you something. I lusted for you so much in high school, and you were the guy I wanted to be so much". He said this while he was picking his teeth from the steak dinner he had prepared on his awesome deck. "Yes, you were always the one who would succeed, but look at us now!"
"What do you mean Toby?"
"I mean it appears I have out-salaried you and have become a very successful lawyer, in spite of my body, and you have failed!"
All I could do is stare at him for making such a statement, and instead of wanting to be my friend, it was beginning to look like Toby was using me as an example especially for his wife, to prove to her that being a jock is not all its made out to be.
"Toby," I said, "that was a cruel thing to say to me, don't you think?"
"Yeah, a bit of my dark side coming out Mark, but you do deserve it, the way you've treated me in the past!"
"Fuck man, I thought all that was behind us now. What the fuck are you dragging that shit up for?"
Toby rubbed his belly and smiled then said, "Mark, for once I want you to lust over me and my life. Do you think that would be fair?"
I was sitting across from Toby and was sporting a slight bulge, hoping he would notice. "Well, fair or not, Toby, it was a cruel thing to say to me, but maybe you're right. Maybe I have begun to lust for you and your life, but so what! Hey, I made my choices, however poor they were, but I still have my awesome body, and you're still fat."
Toby got up off his chair and looked to see if he wife was in ear range, then walked over to me and said, "You want to be me, and I know it Mark, but you know, you can't be me or have what I have. I just want you to know that and deal with it."
I stood up too, now a bit agitated. "Listen fat boy, I like you, but I don't have to take this shit from you, I think you're still jealous of my body, and you're trying your reverse psychology on me!" I wanted to punch him in his big gut, but all I managed to do is flex my brawn. "I don't have to take this shit Toby. I'm going, you asshole!"
Toby was giggling. "Go, you useless jock. Success is with the full figured man," he shouted as I got into my car. "You wish you were me, don't you Mark?" he kept shouting to me.
I was so pissed I stepped on the gas and screeched out of his driveway. "What was I thinking?" I told myself. Two fucking years of being his friend and look what I got.
What made matters worse is the fact I had to see Toby every morning, and this problem was only going to grow into something real nasty. At first I tried to just ignore him as he fed his fat face and grinned at me, but it was inevitable that I would have to speak with him on more than one occasion. One day in particular, an old man was sitting in one of the booths and had noticed Toby and myself throwing comments back and forth, and motioned for me to come over.
"Hey sit down a minute, I think I can help you!" he said. I was still steaming and his offer to sit sounded good so I did. "So there seems to be difference of opinion about life's successes and non-successes, isn't there?"
"Yeah, you're right about that. That son of a bitch fat ass has it all and me 'Mr. Most Likely to Succeed' is working at a diner!"
"Hey now, watch that Mark," he said. "Are we feeling bad for what our fate has given us? Isn't this just the shoe being on the other foot, son?"
I sat back in the seat for a minute. "Of course it was," I said to myself looking at the old man. If only I could be Toby, things would be fine with me, I thought.
The old man's eyes opened wide as if he could hear every thought in my head. "So you long to be Toby, I see... hmm, are you sure that's what you really want Mark?"
"What did you say?" I shouted. "I never said that to you!"
The old man put his hand on mine, and every muscle in my body tightened. "Listen to me Mark. I would gladly help you with your wish, but you have to be realistic about this. You're a fine specimen of a young man, and well, Toby is just an overweight couch potato that made good. You would give up all that you have to become him?"
"Yes, I would, damn it. I would do anything to become Toby and have what he has."
The old man took a sip of his coffee, letting go of my hand. "Ahh, that was a good cup of coffee, Mark," the old man said as he wiped his mouth. "So let me know when your ready," "What, are you kidding me?"
"Wait, you can actually make us trade places?"
"Oh yes, and then all your dreams would be fulfilled, am I right?" "Fuck yes, they would, I don't care about this awesome body I have anymore, I want what to be Toby!"
The old man cleared his voice, and then took both my hands and stared into my eyes. It was weird, as I felt connected to the old man and he to me. He smiled and gave me a big grin and made my cock swell hard in my pants, and he moaned as if he was the one enjoying the near climax he was placing me into.
"What the fuck!" I shouted, but he just shushed me.
"Just testing to see if we were connected," he said. Then he entered me for a second and I could feel all my hard muscles flex under my clothes and again he moaned.
"This is kinky," I shouted.
Again he shushed me and said, "I just want to feel that awesome body before you lose it."
"Whatever!" I said, and then he closed his eyes and began to concentrate, telling me to close my eyes as well.
"Ok Mark, I want you to think hard about being Toby. Imagine his fat body and you inside of it. Think deeply and begin to feel your muscles melting away and Toby's fat replacing every cell in your awesome body."
I concentrated and concentrated like he said, and with his help, I was beginning to feel something happening. "Oh fuck yes," I said, "I can feel something old man!"
"That's good Mark. Tell me what is happening to you."
"Yes, my stomach, it feels like it's getting so loose. Yes it's swelling out, and my waist is swelling too."
"Yes Mark, I feel that too," he said.
"Oh yeah, my hard pecs are going soft. I can feel my nipples stretching, and they're itching like crazy."
"Yes Mark, your nipples are widening and chest hair is growing on your smooth chest now."
"My arms are changing too old man. I can feel the weight of Toby's shoulders taking over me now, and my strong muscular back is getting thick with fat."
"Umm yes, I feel that too. Now tell me about your cock, Mark."
"Yes, my cock, it feels smaller somehow, not as long as it was."
"Yes that's correct Mark. You're going to get a shorter stubbier cock than the eight-inch one you used to have, and the sensations will be less enjoyable for you as your stomach presses down and covers your groin area. What else is happening Mark?"
"My legs are not feeling as toned as they were. In fact, my ass and legs have gotten thicker, and my cock is somewhere lost between my fat legs and gut it seems. It's no longer poking down the leg of my pants anymore."
"Yes, that's true, and what else?"
"My face seems chubbier somehow, and my neck is thicker and my breathing isn't as deep as it was before."
"Yes exactly, Mark. Your once athletic body is now completely changed to Toby's body. So how do you feel now?"
"Wow, it feels different for sure. Can I open my eyes now and be Toby?"
"In a second Mark, I mean Toby, I just want you to think about who you are now. You are no longer the jock you were before. You are Toby as he is now, overweight and getting fatter. Now Mark, before I release you, I want to take you back to your high school days, your still Toby, but you're younger, and you're a fat kid who gets laughed at all the time, especially by a kid named Mark."
"No, no don't take me back to Toby's past. Please, I just want to be Toby!"
"To be Toby, Mark, you have to have lived his life, just as for Toby to assume your body, he would have to live your life. So tell me, what it's like being in high school, Mark?"
"Wait, wait this isn't the same!"
"What do you mean not the same?"
"Well, I'm in my class, but Mark isn't being mean to me like he used to be. He's actually being nice."
"Ah, yes and do you understand why he is being nice to you Toby?"
"Fuck no, this isn't the same. You tricked me--Toby has my former body but his own personality, and you have left my personality in Toby's body!"
"Yes, strange how that happens. So you think it's a trick then, that you are now being treated nicely by this Mark guy?"
"Yes, this isn't the way it should be. Now I only want to be him more than I did before, my lust for Mark is worse now."
"Ah, exactly and what do you think will happen now with your future and with Mark's with the way things are now."
"I don't have a fucking idea, old man. Can I open my eyes now?"
"Okay, in a second you will be the age of Toby today, and you will have lived his life up to this point, and Mark will have lived his as well. Are you ready to open your eyes?"
"Fuck yes."
I opened my eyes, and the old man was still sitting across from me, and I was still Toby and still the assistant manager of the restaurant. I looked around and looked at myself and I could see across where Toby had been sitting, and there was Mark in all his athletic glory in a nice suit and tie eating breakfast.
"What the fuck did you do to me? I wanted Toby's wonderful life and all you gave me was my old life and Toby's body!"
"Which was exactly what you wanted, wasn't it? Toby's body? I even let you live out Toby's life and with your personality. It seems you turned out the same way. On the other hand, Toby in your body and his mind seemed to be able to be quite successful in college and now lives in that expensive home you liked so much, and married to his high school sweetheart as well.
I got up and slammed the table "You tricked me, you bastard! Now I am this fat overweight guy with a shitty job! You tricked me!" I shouted.
"Nah, you only got what you wanted. Nothing more and nothing less."
I was steaming mad and grabbed his neck. "You son of a bitch," I shouted as I began to choke him.
He just grinned and grabbed my hands and said, "You can't be satisfied with anything now, can you? Maybe you would like to be an old man like me? Maybe that's what you deserve you thankless simple-minded man."
Before I could pull my hands away, my body was transforming into his old wrinkled on and my youth was leaving me fast. As I looked on in horror, the old man was sucking the youth out of me, changing right in front of me, and becoming this good looking twenty-something guy with smooth young skin and an awesome body. In just minutes, I was reduced to his old physique. My hands and face were wrinkled, and I could feel the pains of old age upon me now. "Oh my God!" I shouted.
The now young man got up and threw some change on the table to cover his coffee and said, "Good luck on your retirement," then left just as Mark was exiting the restaurant. Outside he introduced himself to Mark, and Mark gave him a card, and they shook hands, as I looked on through the window wondering what was going to become of me now.