"Do you like science fiction?" William asked as one of the trim Dalmatians brushed crumbs off of his flabby chest. The enormous grey wolf had invited Evan over for dinner, yet the lion wasn't sure why. There wasn't much conversation during dinner as William was too occupied devouring piece after piece of fillet mignon being brought up to his mouth by one of his servants, a small team of nearly identical and fit Dalmatians. Much of the evening for Evan was spent awkwardly waiting for William to finish his small fest.
"Kinda, I guess. I watched Paw Trek when I was a kid," Evan replied.
Another of the Dalmatians wiped William's mouth with an elegant cloth. "That's good. That's very good. Boys, leave me and our guest alone." Without a word, the dogs left the spacious and adorned dinning hall, leaving Evan alone with the half-ton wolf.
The hyper-obese wolf stared at Evan from across the long dinning room table for a few moments before speaking. "Have you traveled much, Evan?"
"Uh, not really. My family was pretty poor growing up so we weren't able to do much traveling besides going to family reunions."
"Same. My parents were just over broke when I was growing up," William replied. "Which was a shame. I always wanted to see the world, visit other cultures, see historical sites and whatnot."
"So, uh, why don't you?" asked Evan. He figured he knew the answer, but he didn't want to blurt it out impolitely. "I mean, you seem to be doing well with the mansion and clothing lines and ea-"
"Because I'm far too fat to travel." The fat wolf stated the obvious. "If I wanted to travel across the country, I'd have to hire a personal cargo jet to get me around! Far too difficult."
"So, why not lose some weight, then?"
The wolf chuckled. His jowels bounced around. "Tried that. But for every pound I lost, I gained two in its place. And I'm getting impatient. I'm still pretty young and full of vigor. I want to see the world now! Not decades in the future when I'm finally able to fit in only two airplane seats!"
"Okay. Uh, sorry. But I'm a bit lost. What does this have to do with anything about me?"
William lended forward in his extra wide chair. A couple rolls of fat bunched up around his chest. "Psychology has made incredible advancements in the past few years, did you know? It's hardly talked about, but they are now able to, as it were, swap minds between furs. That's what I would like your help with!"
"Wait, what?" Evan said, puzzled at the seemingly impossible proposition William was putting before him. "You want to sw-"
"Swap bodies, yes!" William cut in. "Temporarily, of course. Six months, at most. You're body will be returned in a fine condition, I promise. And you'll be rewarded quite handsomely. I was thinking six figures, but we can hammer that out later. Money is no object. I all ask is that we keep this between ourselves. I can set things up so you won't have to deal with any of my businesses and whatever. But you'll still need to pretend to be me while all this happens. I don't want my shareholders dumping their stock when their poster boy suddenly has no idea what his own products are all about."
"This is all nuts!" barked Evan. "You can't possibly switch bodies with me! There's no way th-"
William cut in again. "I assure you! It's entirely possible! I've seen the procedure happened flawlessly with my own eyes!"
"Then why don't you swap out with one of your servants? Those Dalmatians are skinny enough, I guess."
The grey wolf scoffed. "I can't trust those idiots with my body," he replied. "They'd probably hijack it and pretend to be me for the rest of their life."
"And what makes you trust a stranger?" retorted Evan.
"I don't necessarily trust you. But you seem to know little enough about my dealings that it wouldn't make sense for you to pose as me," he replied. "You'd crash my businesses and lose everything in no time."
"Well, that's certainly true."
"So, what do you say, Evan? I get to borrow your skinny body and travel around the world, and all you need to do is relax and, uh, 'fill in' for me while I'm gone. All for a pretty penny. A good deal, is it not?"
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