Drunken Wishes (Part 1)

Drunken Wishes (Part 1)

Most of the guys I hook up with don't realize my past, they just think I'm some cute guy that acts pretty 'gay'. I noticed a lot of guys get offended when people say they're "feminine", but I take it as a compliment... that there's still a little bit of the old me visible.

You see, before I became a guy, I loved hanging around with my gay best friends, and they loved having me around. But I always felt like I was just tagging along - I would never be fully accepted as one of them. I was just the girl that came along for fun. I wanted to be more than that. One night after drinking way too much, I told Kyle how jealous I was and how I longed to fit in. He went on about how jealous he was of me having such a hot boyfriend, and how being gay didn't at all mean 'fitting in'. to him. Since I was a drunken mess at the time, I vaguely remember wishing to swap places. And, well, that became reality the next morning...

Being so muscular was a shock. And that's before we go to the first morning wood of my life. It was calling me. Damn it felt so different. I feel like a just touched it and I came everywhere after a few seconds... No wonder guys have such a reputation for not lasting long ha!

I cleaned up a little and grabbed his, or I guess for the time being, my phone and messaged myself. I started typing, before switching over to a voice message. "Heyyyyy Sophie" I started. Damn, I started getting hard again. Is this always what it's like for guys? Just hearing that voice coming out was so hot. It was male, but distinctly 'gay'. Because that was me now, a gay guy, and I felt so unbelievably turned on by the idea and so at home. I told her I wanted to go and party again tonight, knowing full well that she would have plans for my former boyfriend. But never mind, looks like we will just have an all guys night tonight. 💁‍♀️

Imagine if... (1)

Imagine there is some random guy on Grindr who keeps writing to you. He not unattractive, but he’s just not your type and seems a little creepy from the way he writes so you just don’t respond.

The next day, you’re no longer in your young, slim body but you’re in his! You’re so hairy now and you can scratch your thick beard. You must easily be 40 now. You start feeling a little horny so you open Grindr. You look at the muscle hunks that you like but somehow you’re not interested in those. Your new body betrays your mind and you keep looking at the cute twinky boys. Somehow anyone older than 24 is a turn off for you now. You try and ignore it and do something else, but you’re just so horny now. 

Your mind says it’s a bad idea, but your body is stronger. You write to some cute twinks. “Hey boy, looking cute”. Most don’t respond. Normally you’d stop here, but you’re too horny. You can’t help it. You send some unsolicited dick pics. “Wanna sit on daddy’s lap?”

And that’s how you became one of those creepy guys on Grindr.

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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Hidden Desires

Like what you see? Me too. I didn't always look like this though.

My personal trainer of the past few months chatted a bit in between sets. I found out he was gay and it got very deep very quickly. He told me that he was unfulfilled because other the years, he often got everything he wanted due to his looks, but this meant he'd developed a submissive side and craved humiliation.

This opportunity seemed too good to be true, but I decided to go for it. I told him about a spellbook I picked up on my travels, but had never been able to use. I explained how it could swap traits between people. I could see he tried to act casually, but he was definitely interested. I hadn't used it yet because both sides needed to agree and I'd never built up the courage to ask anyone.

And so, that's how I got to drain him of his muscle, tattoos and general physical assets, while dumping my fat and a few years of aging on him. I mean, he stills looks cute - and those months we spent in the gym/my hard work are starting to show for him too.

I nominated myself as his dom and told him to get on Grindr. Previously he'd moaned that so many people wanted to be dominated by him, but this time, I hoped things would be different. He put in 35 (instead of 25), his new heftier weight and "bear". I could see he was hard the whole time. I told him to make it kinky that he was a gainer and he happily did.

He found it both shocking and joyfully humiliating. He wasn't used to be ghosted, nor that those who did reply often had average at-best bodies, but still better than his now.

Before he had time to go on his first fuck date though, I gave him his second task. I told him to pack up all his clothes and shoes and bring them to my place. My feet were 3 sizes bigger, and my clothes didn't really fit properly now either. Besides, the style was all wrong. I didn't want baggy polos, I wanted sportswear to show this body off.

Dutifully, he brought box after box of his stuff. I could hear him lightly panting from the physical activity of moving the boxes. I chuckled and gave him the boxes with my thing in. I laughed at him for being out of breath and I could see him turn a hue of red.

He stuck around while I unpacked. I loved seeing all his stuff. The shoes, visibly well used for sports and with such a nice gentle aroma - my aroma now. The socks, discolored and well worn. And the rest mostly joggers, shorts, and generally all geared to sport. I changed out of my previous things and threw them at him. Fuck, I couldn't belive my luck that he agreed to this!

With my closet now fitting my new persona and filled with sportswear and gym clothes, I was ready to test this body out for myself. I decided to head out for a 10km jog, and damn did it feel good. I'd never really been running before so Blake gave me some pointers and told me what pace to aim for. And he pointed out his running shoes - I didn't realize there was a difference, but apparently so. I ran shirtless around the beach and damn could this body move! It was a breeze and I just loved the glances I was getting. Stopping the timer on Blake's smartwatch, I approached Blake, sitting in the shade with my body glistening in sweat.

I downed some water and told him how amazing it was. He let out a nervous smile and said he was concerned that his body would suffer from my lack of knowledge on how to train it.

I wiped my brow and laughed. "Well, are you ready to forget about how to be a personal trainer and give me all that knowledge? Don't worry, I'll be your personal trainer from now on when you don't have a clue." 😈

Vacation Swap

Martha walked over to her fiancé Mark who was enjoying the warmth of the sun on his muscular physique. For such a stunning woman, she appeared somewhat bashful as she approached the sun loungers in her bikini.

"Damn, you look stunning babe!" Said Mark to his soon-to-be wife.

"Thanks..." She retorted.

"Come on, don't be like that. Come here, take a seat next to me." Mark patted the vacant space between his legs and invited Martha to sit down. Once sat on the lounger, Mark wrapped a powerful arm around her and gave her a gentle kiss. "This was your idea, remember?"

Martha turned to look Mark in the eye. "I know, I know. But it's not quite what I had imagined. You seem to have settled in almost immediately as an Alpha male. And I just feel like an imposter right now..." The current Martha felt very exposed in her bikini and so fragile in comparison to Mark.

"Well..." said Mark as he gently rubbed a hand against Marta's thigh until he reached her most feminine area. "...maybe I'll just have to show you what it feels like to be a woman." Mark inserted two fingers into Martha and began to pleasure her. She knew exactly what to do, unless Mark previously who often fumbled. Mark's body reacted almost instantly as he began to get hard from the interaction. Martha also let out a soft moan and started to get wet.

"Not here babe... let's go back to the room." Said Martha as she glanced around to see if anyone noticed. Mark immediately sprung up and got ready to leave the beach. His hormones had taken over. He couldn't wait to use his cock for the first time and make Martha into his bitch.

Lazy - 5 Years On

Read the original from @exploratorytfs here.

Five years have flown by since I decided to cut ties with my ex. Let me tell you, life's been nothing short of spectacular.

After our breakup, I channeled all my energy into self-improvement. The gym became my sanctuary, where I sculpted my body into a work of art. It's not just about aesthetics; it's about feeling empowered and in control. And believe me, I've mastered it.

My dedication paid off handsomely when I caught the eye of a talent scout. Now, I'm the face (and body) of a top-notch sportswear brand. Modeling has become my passport to success, and I'm thriving under the spotlight.

Maintaining this physique is no easy feat, but the rewards are more than worth it. The attention and admiration I receive fuel my drive to keep pushing myself further. Actually, that, along with my charm have seemed to make me irresistible. Men and women alike are drawn to me like moths to a flame, and I'm reveling in every moment of it. Being single has its perks, and I'm making the most of it. My bed sees a new companion almost every night, each one eager to indulge in my company.

Just the other night, I found myself torn between a stunning bombshell and an adorable otter at the club. After some playful banter, I decided I was in the mood for something wild and went with the otter. We barely made it through the door before things heated up.

Clothes were torn off, and I eagerly threw him onto the bed, my thick, beer-can cock ready and waiting for action. I slid my finger into his eager hole, feeling the tightness grip me as he moaned in pleasure. His body arched beneath me, begging for more, and I couldn't resist giving in to his desires.

With each movement, I explored every inch of him, reveling in the sensation of his warmth and the sounds of his pleasure filling the room. It was a symphony of desire, a dance between two bodies hungry for release.

As I continued to tease and tantalize him, his moans grew louder, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could feel him on the edge, teetering on the brink of ecstasy, and I was more than eager to push him over the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, I sent him spiraling into bliss.

His climax was explosive, his body shuddering with ecstasy as he released himself onto my hairy chest. The warmth of his release against my skin sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a primal need deep within.

Feeling him pulsing against me, his essence mingling with the dark hair that covered my chest, was enough to push me over the edge. With a primal growl, I surrendered to the pleasure, releasing my own huge load into his hole.

It was a moment of pure, unadulterated passion, and as we collapsed together in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. I thought to myself, “Yeah, this isn’t lazy at all.”