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Its time for a santa swap! part 2
🕑 Added 2021-12-05 02:14:28 +0000 UTCThis shit can't be happening to me, it must be a fucking nightmare. When I woke up I was not in the place where I had slept in my room at my parents' house I was in a dirty and unknown little apartment with an old smell, I could almost feel that I was having a heart attack when I looked down and found a grotesque hairy belly instead of my sixpack.
I wanted to jump out of bed so I made a sudden movement and to my surprise the only thing I managed was to feel an intense pain in my back -DAMN IT! - I yelled trying to free myself from this terrible pain, carefully and slowly I sat on the bed putting my feet on the floor and what I saw completely disgusted me, my thin and defined legs had become a couple of hairy garbage bags, my thighs, my belly even my tits all completely swollen and watery.
I brought my hand to my cheek to pinch it this must be a nightmare but what I found was even worse, a thick, messy and white barme covered my face, I stood up slowly leaning on the night table that I had next to I got off the bed and walked awkwardly to the mirror trying to keep my back from suffering more pain.
I went through the corridors swinging my grotesque belly to be able to get to the bathroom or to any place where there was a mirror in this fucking house and when I arrived what I saw I was horrified, I knew this face was the face of the old saint from the mall, my sight was somewhat Blurred but bringing my face as close as I could to the mirror, leaning my belly on the sink, I could assure it, I was in the body of that old man.
After examining my face in the mirror with my wrinkled hands I looked down at my inflated belly, damn now I couldn't even see my feet, let alone my cock, but who would want to see an old man's disgusting cock? at that moment I almost shed a tear because I realized that now I am that repulsive old man.
Seeing everything blurred was starting to give me a headache and it was doing me no good to keep looking at my ugly face in the mirror so I went back to the room where I woke up to find his stupid glasses after moving in circles around the room Looking for something that would improve my eyesight I found his glasses on a letter, I had no intention of reading any shit but a name that was written there caught my attention "Trevor" I sat on the bed making it squeak and I began to read using the glasses I had just had found.
"Hi Trevor you have been a very bad boy this year, so we have decided to teach you a lesson, you will stay in the body of old Mr. Wallace until we think you have learned how difficult life is for Mr. Wallace, if you want to go back to your body you must be the mall every day until Christmas. Meanwhile Mr. Wallace will enjoy a well-deserved vacation in your body, we hope you have happy holidays "
-WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT ALL MEAN? - I tore the letter into a million pieces, venting my anger on that piece of paper and when there were only hundreds of pieces of paper left scattered all over the floor I was sweating, Mr. Walace's obese body was so out of the way that a simple movement for him was hell for me in his body. When I noticed it there was a Santa suit hanging in the closet, I looked at the clock 9:30 -FUCK! - In 30 minutes the mall opened, I moved as fast as this body left me and I put on the Santa suit, now I was fully dressed and left the dirty apartment to find out where I was and thank God it wasn't that far from the mall.
I felt completely humiliated walking through the streets of the city while, I could feel how everyone was looking at me while I was on the bus heading to the mall if another child said "look mommy is Santa!" he was going to hit someone.
When I got to the mall things didn't get any better, I was completely exhausted from just getting out of the fucking house, why the hell is this old man working on this if he can barely move?
And the nightmare only got worse as the hours passed, the children began to arrive, forming a huge line, how long should I be sitting here? I think I said -What do you want for Christmas this year?- a thousand times throughout the day, however the worst was when I found my old body, he found himself looking at me with his stupid smug smile while wearing my clothes and was surrounded by my friends for a second I thought I had died and was in hell.
-I say old pervert- I said in a very low voice so that none of the brats would listen to me, that old man not only dared to humiliate me by calling me "whale" or "fucking obese" but also
He seemed much happier with my body than I was with his and it was not surprising because my body was young, handsome and fit and his was obese, hairy, old, tired and a total shit, I must admit I was envious of See him so happy, you damn old pervert. I thought as a fucking brat started crying on my legs.
When it was night he was completely exhausted, it was really hard work and the pay was shit I still did not understand why the old man from
shit I was still doing this job, I went back to the small apartment that was now my home, and I lay down on the bed - go shit day ... .- I said closing my eyes and starting to snore ....
Thesound of the alarm clock made me open my eyes the next day, unconsciously I turned off the alarm clock and put a pillow on my head, this body was tired, sore and I didn't really care so I went back to sleep.
The hours passed and my obese and tired body would not stop hurting, that fucking old man go to hell, I no longer care if I do not return to my body I feel tired, I just want to sleep a little more.
A small letter in a gold envelope materialized next to my bed, the letter read:
"Unfortunately you have not complied with the conditions and you have not learned anything, so as punishment you will stay like this for another year, better luck next year and we hope you have a merry Christmas and a prosperous new year, of course the few that remain"
Version español: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1h3LBKN5xoB85_vbWG2UGDnRuY2sPGQ4dgyR3C-OcBFQ/edit?usp=sharing
