Old politician's bodyguard

How much longer am I going to have to hold this job? I guess this is why this company is always hiring young, muscular guys like me, I thought it would be like in American movies and I would have to be behind a subject all day in silence and they would put me in a black suit and dark glasses.

I knew that working as this obese old politician's bodyguard would have put my life at risk, but I didn't think so. When I started this job I couldn't believe what they did to me, they took me to a lab and transplanted my brain into this horrible old body, I almost had a heart attack when I woke up in this guy's house and the first thing I saw was my huge and hairy belly, I should have read the contract before I signed it.

After that, this guy came in accompanied by his secretary in my perfect and beautiful recently stolen body and explained the deal to me, how the hell was I to know that I would have to pretend to be this guy for a year while he runs the country in the shadows from my young and hot body?, after the operation I had to spend a week with my old body that was now owned by that old man, while I got used to weighing more than 120 kilos and my bushy mustache taught me all about his boring and fucked up life.

For him I am a damn puppet, from my cell phone I receive instructions on what I should do, with whom I should speak, or what I have to sign, in addition to that I receive photos and videos of that damn fat man having fun in my body, I don't know if he He likes to torture me or he knows what those photos do to my new body.

I don't know exactly what those doctors did to me during the operation but I think they messed with my brain a bit to make my acting more realistic, I can't control myself no matter how disgusted I feel about who I am now, When I'm alone in my new office I can't help but stare at pictures of my old body for hours and start jerking off my wrinkled little cock until I shoot my stinky little load into my calloused old hands.

-You have a message from Jack-

Oh shit! Speaking of the devil, I just got a message from that damn old man. fuck what I would give to put my old hands on those biceps and dip my gracious face in his armpits…would I be a national security risk if I didn't attend the meeting with the president and masturbate in the bathroom right now?

ver. esp: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IdrK2mq_o6sAEX2kL7uEQeENf6v6HFtUoSSOzGBdDOI/edit?usp=sharing