His girlfriend is calling, and Tim can't get himself to pick the phone.

"Oh... crap." Tim muttered in his landlord gruff voice, which sounded truly terrified.

There were two phones over the table which he always kept nearby. One of those belonged to Kenny, his landlord, whose body was now in his possession; and the other one belonged to Tim himself.
The device that was ringing was the later, and the call was from none other than Sue, his girlfriend.

"Oh shit, oh crap..." The boy repeated, not knowing what to do. So instead he froze without doing anything during the whole length of the call. He laid his landlord's heavy body back on the chair while watching the phone with eyes wide open. The tension was making him sweat, and even Kenny's massive cock had lost all its hardness because of it.

After what it felt like minutes, the phone finally stopped ringing, and Tim released all the tension in a long deep sigh. Then he realized his landlord's heart was thumping in his chest.

The boy wanted to avoid his girlfriend at all costs until he'd finally found a way to get out of Kenny's fat body. She wasn't aware of what had happened to him, and he didn't even know how to start explaining the whole situation without her thinking that a creepy middle aged baldie was trying to mess with her.
Which was ironic, because it was her fault that he'd ended up in this monumental mess, so by all means, it should be her the one helping Tim getting out of it.

All things considered, the peace didn't last for long. And some 20 seconds after the phone stopped ringing, the device vibrated and the screen lighted up with a new notification. Sue had sent a message.

Tim swallowed saliva and looked at it without unlocking the phone.

[Sue] "Tim, please stop avoiding me, why aren't you answering my calls?"

And another message popped up after that one.

[Sue] "Are you sick? Is that why you haven't attended class for the past week?"

Tim opened his eyes wide, suddenly figuring out a way of escaping his predicament. Or at least gaining more time.
He grabbed the phone and started writing an answer. Slowly, since he felt clumsy when moving Kenny's fat and rough thumbs.

[Tim] "Yeah, I'm sick. Sorry I didn't tell you. I've been in bed with COVID for the last week. I feel terrible, but I have everything I need, so I will be fine."

[Sue] "Ooohhh, that's so bad! I really hope you're okay! Are you in home rn?"

[Tim] "Yeah, but don't come. The whole house is a quarantine zone :D nasty stuff."

[Sue] "I see, I see. But you know what's weird?"

[Tim] "What?"

[Sue] "That I've been ringing and knocking and even yelling at your apartment's door for the last five minutes, and I've gotten no answer. But then you said you're right there..."

A wave of cold creeped through Tim's upper body and all his muscles completely froze while he kept staring at the phone screen as if he was staring at The Abyss.

[Sue] "Tim, why are you lying to me? And where are you really? Because you're clearly not at home."

His apartment. Sue had been ringing at Tim's now empty apartment which was 2 floors under Kenny's. How did she access the building without keys? Maybe some neighbor opened her? Whatever it was, it didn't matter anymore. Tim had stepped on a landmine, and the landmine had completely blown up his cover.
He felt completely lost... and more than a little terrified.

[Sue] "Why are you not answering? C'mon, say something, I know you're reading my messages."

Tim desperately wrecked his brains searching for a way out of this disaster, but to no avail.

[Sue] "Tim, can we met? I'm sorry I am so pushy. You don't need to tell me everything, but at least I need to know what's going on.

[Sue] "Because there is clearly something going on."

[Sue] "Tim?"

[Sue] "Is it perhaps... another girl?"

Tim stared at the screen visibly perplexed. That question came out of nowhere!
He quickly wrote an answer.

[Tim] "WHAT?! No! What are you even saying?!"

[Sue] "Dunno, I just wanted YOU to say something, since it felt like talking to a wall, a very. guilty. wall."

[Tim] "I'm not guilty of anything."

[Tim] "I mean yes, I lied to you just now, and I'm sorry for that, but what happened to me happened because of you."

[Sue] "Because of me? What do you mean? What did I do?"

Tim froze yet again when he realized he just spilled the beans that should not be spilled.

"...Aahhh... Fuck it!!" He yelled, and Kenny's deep voice echoed in his room.
Then he went back to the phone.

[Tim] "You're in front of my door you say?"

[Sue] "Yes?"

Tim sighed deeply and wrote one last long message.

[Tim] "I'm going to where you are, so wait there for a minute. But first pay attention to this: Right now I look very differently from what I should look like. Like veeeery different. BUT, you have to promise me to not freak out until I finish my explanation. Deal?"

Sue took an unusually long time to answer.

[Sue] "OK"

Tim wasn't completely satisfied with that short answer, so he insisted.

[Tim] "Please, promise me first."

[Sue] "Yeah, okay, I promise you that I won't freak out no matter what you say or show me."

[Tim] "Thank you. See you in a minute."

The boy put down the phone and, with a constant stream of curses accompanying every one of his actions, he quickly got up and went to the bedroom, moving Kenny's heavy body faster than ever. He then took off his wet shirt in record time, in such a rushed and clumsy way that he ripped two buttons in the process. But he didn't care. Then, Tim did his best to wipe off the sweat while forcing himself to ignore his landlord's hairy chest and unsightly bubble gut which were now his own. In Tim's opinion, his borrowed body looked gross no matter the state he was at. But if he was about to met up with his girlfriend while trapped inside such a stocky physique, he still wanted his new looks to be the 'least bad' they could possibly be.

After he was done wiping off the sweat, he put on the first clean shirt he could find and then he grabbed a comb to 'polish' Kenny's scarce hair in front of the mirror.

"You look as ugly as ever, you fat bastard." Tim said in a loud voice, insulting his own reflection which was also his landlord's. He liked to do that from time to time whenever he looked at the mirror, since it helped Tim sepparate his identity from that of Kenny.
...and because he'd had a bone to pick with the middle aged landlord ever since he rented his apartment. And since Tim now controled his body, he could say all the things he'd always wanted to say right to 'his face'. So why waste such a nice opportunity?

"Okay..." Tim finally grabbed the door knob. "Let's go."

But when he opened the door to exit the corridor and felt the colder air current entering the frame, there was a particular place that felt especially cold... and wet.

"...huh?" Tim looked down only to find that Kenny's fat wiener had been out this whole time. And because of Tim's agitation and Kenny's gut blocking part of the view, his dumbass hadn't even realized the bulky thing was still completely exposed and hanging like a meat pendulum. "Holy f-! ...What the fuck is WRONG with me?!"

He immediately grabbed Kenny's dick and tucked it back into his pants as quick as he could while cussing at its stupid size. The position he ended up with was quite uncomfortable, but he was in a rush, so he hurrily zipped his pants and went to the elevator.

3 minutes later, while approaching his own apartment, Tim found out that Sue was indeed waiting for him while leaning over the door, as if to mark her presence.

"H-Hey Sue..." Tim greeted her, trying his best to soften up Kenny's deep voice. "How's everything g-going?"

The beautiful brown-haired girl looked at the stranger with a raised eyebrow.

"Hello... sir? Do I know you?"

"It's me... Tim." The boy said in a defeated tone.

The girl stared into his eyes without blinking.

"...Is this some kind of joke?" She asked.