Drunken Wishes (Part 2)

Drunken Wishes (Part 2)

Waking up as Sophie was so surreal. I mean, as a gay man, I never wanted anything to do with a female body, and now, here I am inside one. I thought I was going to get a hangover, not boobs and a vagina! I felt so much lighter and flexible like this - I haven't been this small in years.

But not long after I noticed my own new body, did I notice the body of Sophie' boyfriend next to me! Noah was one of the hottest guys I have ever seen and I'd been crushing on him for the whole time Sophie had known him. He was a straight as an arrow alpha type and I am pretty sure he didn't like me, but that made the forbidden fruit all the juicier. I know you can't influence people's sexualities, but I did fantasize about him wanting to try it out with me. As soon as I saw him there half naked next to me, I could feel my pussy getting aroused.

Quickly I realized I didn't need to fantasize anymore and stuck my head under the covers to wake him up with a blowjob. Hearing him groan because of me was so hot. Feeling his straight alpha sperm being pumped into my mouth was a dream come true. I surfaced from under the covers and his loving gaze looking directly at me made me melt. "Someone's horny this morning" he teased, with such a low rumbling voice. He drew me in for a kiss. I was so lost in the moment that I didn't notice him repositioning one of his hands to finger me. It was utter bliss, he knew his way around this body better than me. Carressing and kissing my breasts too. The combination of the physical and the mental that I was having sex with the hottest straight guy I knew was too much and sent me over the edge. If he loves this body of mine so much, maybe I could get used to it.

We were already at the gym by the time I saw a message arrive from 'Kyle'. I was only lifting about 20% of what I was used to. My new boyfriend gave me some funny looks as I tried to lift far too much weight, before I realized I should stick to cardio and toning. I listened to the message about going out again tonight. Noah must have overheard that part, before reminding me that tonight was our date night and how he wished I would go out with other people. I chuckled and told him how I couldn't wait for our date night together, just the two of us.

Imagine if... (2)

You've been pestering your closest work colleague for months to quit smoking. You hated the smell and your inputs were always well intentioned - you were just looking out for his health.

Apparently he didn't see it that way and he swapped your bodies so you could see it for yourself that it's not as easy as just stopping. The first hour or two were fine, but slowly this feeling started washing over you. Something was missing. You started feeling tense and anxious. Your hands felt empty. Your hands were instinctively reaching to your pockets. You were getting increasingly agitated, which was not like you at all. Your colleague passed you a pack of cigarette. The smell of tobacco felt so inviting. Surely one wouldn't hurt, right?

You lit up and all your tension washed away. The sense of relief almost felt euphoric. You hated yourself for feeling that way, but it was just one cigarette. Going cold turkey would always be hard. Maybe you should slowly reduce the number of cigarettes to help him quit for good.

A few days later and things were not looking good. The urge was too strong and you were paying out money every day for a new packs to satsify your cravings. You were addicted now and just couldn't help yourself. You sat at home contemplating what you'd become, but the more it aggrevated you, the deeper the drags you took. You were smoking like a pro now.

It started becoming instinctive and just part of your routine. Before entering a building, you'd light up. Walking down the street? Light up. Having a coffee break. You guessed up. Even before the gym you had a quick one to open up your lungs. By the end of the week, it felt as if you were almost enjoying it? You'd be lying if you said you didn't like to buzz you got from it. Sure food didn't taste as much as before, but now you'd look forward to taking a break for a smoke. You'd head out and chat with the other guys. It was nice! Maybe it wasn't that bad after all. Your old body, now newly repulsed by the smell of smoke, asked how you were getting on with quitting. Non-committally, you replied that you might stop next week, before heading outside for another well-earned smoking break.

Making the relationship work (part 1)

Gary (in white) and Seb (in navy) were definitely a cute couple. They’d been together for several years and trusted and understood each other implicitly. 

But... after being together for so long, things in the bathroom had gotten, let’s say, a little boring and mundane. That was until a chance Instagram advert caught Gary’s eye. It was a couple’s retreat that guarantees to bring back excitement into the bedroom. Gary secretly had a few kinks but he was too shy to bring them up. Maybe this getaway would be the opportunity...

After a long-haul flight and transfer they finally arrived. The retreat was hidden away, but the jungle scenery was beautiful. It was the first time they’d been this far from home together, but it was an adventure that was worth it for their relationship. Upon arrival, they completed a few questionnaires about various aspects of their relationship, but really, they were just ready to sleep and start everything in the morning.

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The next morning, Seb and Gary arose relatively early from their jetlag and made their way to their first appointment with their counsellor. He sat down with them and reviewed their responses. He took a deep sigh and said “hmmm, looks like we have some work to do here...” Both Gary and Seb looked at each other, not thinking that things could be so bad. “Looks like you need to experience your relationship from each other’s perspective.”

This raised eyebrows from both Gary and Seb, but before many questions could be asked, they were led to a meditation room and asked to lie down in sensory deprivation tanks. Both were a little bewildered but did as requested. 

The experience was surreal, no sound, no light, no feeling, no weight, just floating. In many ways, a disorienting experience. After an unknown period of time, the lid to the tank was once again removed.

Seb was the first to stand up and noticed immediately how everything seemed much smaller. That was, until he glanced over to see his own body getting out of the adjacent tank. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, before covering his mouth - it was Gary’s dulcet voice. He looked down and recognized the muscles, the tattoo, the shorts that Gary had put on earlier that day.

The counsellor interrupted his spiralling thoughts. “We find one of the best ways to bring couples closer is to let them experience life from the other side of the relationship. Try it out for a few days and then we’ll set up an appointment for tomorrow, okay?” Then, without waiting for a response, “Great! Make sure to check out all the facilities this resort has. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.” Seb glanced over to check Gary’s reaction, who was also mesmerized by his now much smaller frame.

Neither noticed the counsellor leave, leaving the two of them alone in the room to discuss the changes. Gary, used to being the biggest in the room was enjoying it a surprising amount. He’d always been well respected, which led to an instinctive level of self-confidence in all situations. Seb, used to be smaller and instinctively more cautious was less sure. Seeing such a large man so bashful was a rare sight. 

Gary was keen to test out his new slimmer body and suggested they get changed and head to the gym. Both headed to each other’s suitcase and pulled out some gymwear. Once again, Gary was quick to whip on his S tank top and was amazed that his feet slipped perfectly into the tiny shoes his boyfriend had packed. Seb searched through the clothes and got changed. Logically, he knew the XL tank top would fit, but he was still expecting it to be enormous. When he put it on though, it was even more of a squeeze than he was used to with his S! Now in couple look from the waist up, Seb pulled on some 3/4s and slipped his feet into the worn, lightly scented size 14 sneakers that Gary had packed.

“Ready, babe?” Gary asked, looking up to his former body. Seb nodded and they headed out. In the gym, they had the place to themselves. Gary was loving the feeling of being so light and enjoyed a longer cardio session - something that was often cumbersome in his normally large frame. Seb, reluctant as first, tried out the free weights, and was secretly enjoying the sheer weight he could lift now. 

Gary took a break from the treadmill and walked over to Seb. Gary took a seat on box and tried to spark conversation with Seb, who was still being shy and nervous. “Come on, relax, show me your big guns haha! Like this!” Gary flexed his smaller frame as an example.

Seb hesitated slightly, but after some former encouragement, he through a double bicep pose.

Feeling the sheer mass of his upper-body muscle was incredible. He felt so wide and pumped, like he wouldn’t fit through a door frame. He pondered about whether Gary felt like this all the time...

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Working out had left them both hungry, so they went to get changed and grab some dinner. Seb was generally the one who tried to make the most effort when dressing for dinner, but today, he had to flick through whatever Gary had thrown into his suitcase last minute. He found a few simple things and got dressed. A plain black tshirt seemed very “Gary” to him at least. 

Meanwhile, Gary was a little overwhelmed of what to wear since Seb had brought at least twice the amount of clothes than him, but he chose something simple enough that he felt Seb would wear.

Even at dinner, everything felt off. Seb was shocked by the sheer quantity it took to satiate his appetite. Gary was starting to feel a little small and enjoying the whole swap thing less than before. Both were feeling further apart from each other than ever before. Each of them felt somewhat horny too, but couldn’t bring themselves to act upon their feelings. Each one was too overwhelmed and hesitant to act upon their urges.

Hopefully the councillor can help in the morning...

Mind over Body: Part two

Phase 2 of the experiment was to isolate parts of the mentality to identify the relative importance of each component part. The first element to be transitioned was breath control. Each donned a headset that appeared to only play white noise but underneath, their minds were being altered and knowledge shared and replaced. Alex felt tired and slightly drained after the first transition phase, but Toby felt invigorated, strong and his borrowed cock got hard from the sensation of power.

After the transition session, both bodies were put through their paces. Toby was now instinctively be able keep control of his breathing and heart rate, while Alex struggled much more this time. Alex heart rate went dangerously high as he tried to force his body to do something it couldn't, and his breathing became less controlled with shallow breathes and wheezes. Nevertheless, his determination kept his workout still above Toby's initial recording.

After the session, Alex bumped into Toby and was able to see that he'd done an excellent session.

Alex was still feeling dizzy and weak, while Toby was feeling energized as he gulped down an isotonic drink. Just a little longer until I'm back in my own body, Alex thought to himself.

Time Changes People

It's been a week Carol landed in her son's body and she had settled in remarkably well. I mean, could you tell anything different?

Matthew was horrified at first but then seemed to grow more concerned about losing his gym progress and keeping on top of his social media and sponsorship deals. And so he began teaching his mom what she needed to do for him. On the first trip to the gym he coached her through it from a distance while on the phone. To any bystanders, it just looked like he was listening to music. She did as asked, posed and took some selfies for posting later in the day. Somehow things came more easily than expected and she felt relieved, relaxed and strong by the end of it.

Finishing up after the session, Matthew realised just how big he'd gotten, which was emphasized from his current petite perspective. He felt strangely proud. He could also smell that his mom had put in the effort - she always said he was a smelly boy, but now he could see why. Carol could also see why now and felt so sweaty and smelly, but she couldn't help these hormones. After getting home and taking off her enormous sneakers, she could smell teenage feet even though she'd only had them on for a few hours.

Over the next few days, they settled in to some form of routine. Matthew kept up the meal prep that he knew his body needed but seemed to whizz around the kitchen with more ease than previously. Then, he'd shout up that food was ready and Matthew would run down and practically inhale large quantities of food. Carol also got really good at social media and seemed to be glued to her phone now. Matthew was a bit concerned and felt a little ignored, as if she was only interested in his phone now. She didn't even have Instagram or TikTok before this happened!

After a few days, Carol found herself in a dilemma. She could feel that her body needed... release. But she was reluctant to act upon it. After about an hour of laying on Matthew's bed and aimlessly flicking through TikToks of cute young girls, fast cars and fitness influencers which the algorithm knew Matthew loved, one of her large hands started rubbing her appendage. It felt sooo good. After just a few minutes of gentle rubbing, she had her first male orgasm. She fell back into the bed and enjoyed the bliss.

Then, she heard footsteps. FUCK. She'd not planned on cumming, nor had she considered that males ejaculate all over themselves like this. Quickly, she pulled off the cum-soaked tshirt and wiped off any excess. The door opened and so she quickly had to just throw the tshirt on the floor and act non-chalantly.

Matthew walked in and turned up his nose at the smell of boy and insisted on opening the window. Carol hadn't noticed any bad smell and thought he must have been exaggerating. Returning to the door after opening the window, Matthew noticed the cumrag next to the bed. Sparing them both the embarrassment, his motherly instinct kicked in and decided to ignore what he had seen. The sheepish '20-year-old' held her breath and hoped he hadn't noticed. It seemed like he'd gotten away with it.

That night, Carol couldn't sleep. Matthew's body clocked was screwed up and he generally got up between 10 and 11. Despite her best efforts, she was doing no better and was groggy when arising in the late morning. It also didn't help that he would insist on her taking caffeinated pre-workout before the gym so it was 11:30pm and still he felt wide awake and full of energy. She'd jerked off for the third time that day and at a loss of things to do in her room, she reached for the PS5 controller.

Before long, it was 3am. The muscle memory of playing Street Fighter came flooding back. Realizing the time and thinking she should probably get to bed soon, she headed to the bathroom and got ready for bed.

But before bed, she still wanted to try out doing a posing video without Matthew being there and bossing her around. After a few attempts, she posted this:

Finally satisfied with the video and getting a buzz from the likes and comments that were flooding in, she finally went to sleep around 04:30am.

She wouldn't get up until gone midday when Matthew would storm in and force her to get up for being lazy.

Chronivac Implant

A few weeks ago, my roommate Dylan went through a body swap procedure. Beforehand he was even nerdier than me, and now he's in the body of a jock. The first day he came back was hilarious because he was huge and ripped, but still so goofy and shy and embarrassed of himself somehow. Over the next weeks we both thought he'd grow into it, but actually he just got increasingly anxious and uncomfortable. He said he now felt like an imposter in his own body and he's felt panicky the whole time.

Apparently this type of rejection can happen sometimes so he went back to the clinic and got an additional post-surgery treatment. Part was some therapy sessions on how to embrace his new body, and part was the Chronivac Implant. A small, pill-sized device was implanted just below his ear near to the brain and spinal cord. The device controlled various functions to allow him to adapt more naturally to his body.

When he got back from the clinic he told me all this and said he'd enrolled to the Jock program. He seemed a whole lot more relaxed about the whole thing now. How whole demeanor was different and more calm, which I was glad about.

The first few weeks were interesting. Dylan told me that the Implant rewarded certain behaviors by promoting the release of certain neurotransmitters and blocking others. Clearly it was blocking whatever what making him anxious becuase that seemed to disappear almost overnight. Day by day he started getting more confident too. Instead of wearing baggy clothes, he'd started wearing less and less around the apartment and checking himself out more in the mirrors. Apparently that was something that was being rewarded.

His interests seemed to be evolving too. He told me he was a bit bummed one week because he kept trying to finish off a novel he was reading for a literature class but he was finding it so boring and reading kept giving him a headache and made him anxious now. His therapist (or "coach" as they were termed) said he needed to keep pushing himself to read, but eventually he just gave up with reading altogether because it was just making him feel worse and he was getting to the point where he had to keep re-reading the same bit repeatedly, and even then he couldn't make much sense of it. It seemed he found it harder and harder to concentrate on written text and said, in a somewhat bitter tone, that it made him feel dumb. That implant really did seem to be changing him a lot. And this was just the beginning.

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