Headswap:Christmas holidays part 1

-13 ... 14 ... and 15 FUCK- I dropped the dumbbells on the floor and a metallic sound produced by the weights hitting the floor was heard throughout the gym causing many people to turn to see me. Some laughed and others started to mock behind my back I could not bear this torture for another minute.

I stood up, wiped my sweat until the little hand towel I carried with me was totally damp, put on an old, faded uncle's plus-size shirt, and headed out of the gym to the nearest McDonalds.

I was completely exhausted, covered by a sticky and stinky sweat that my nose did not recognize, something that must have been a piece of cake for me had become a martyrdom, I should never have trusted my fucking uncle.

exchanging our bodies during the Christmas season so that we could eat all the delicacies and banquets that I had refused to eat for years to keep my body in shape, before ending up in this obese body I was a renowned bodybuilder, model and influencer but now with this All the brands stopped sponsoring me and I lost all the recognition of all my followers, I'm in shit.

The first days in this body were wonderful, finally after so many diets and killing myself for 5 hours in the gym every day I had a break from all the hard work and sacrifice to keep my body huge and slim, pizza, chips, burgers, tacos, beer, donuts, ice cream, fried chicken, candy, and chocolates. I had forgotten the taste of it all until that day that I filled my mouth with that shit like there was no tomorrow.

Having my head embedded in my uncle's fat body was part of the deal, after all I still had to keep up appearances with my followers. I kept making videos and uploading some old gym routines that I had prepared for when I was on "vacation" in my uncle's body to continue earning money, not one of them realized that my body was replaced by that of a 60-year-old man .

I could hardly believe how good it felt in the obese old body of my 60 year old uncle. I ate and drank as much as I wanted until I felt like I was going to burst and despite that at no point did I feel guilty! I have never felt so happy in years despite the pain in my back and my knees, but all that was over the day my uncle disappeared with my body! the damned stole my body and left me attacked in his obese and old body.

I have hired a private investigator to look for him and force him to return my body, I hope he will find it soon because my money is running out, and I had to leave my luxurious apartment and move to the nest of rats that my uncle called home, I think I should stop eating all that expensive junk food but it's the only thing that keeps me happy in this hell that my life has become.

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