Just Feels Right

Just Feels Right

Cameron always had a bit of a daddy fetish, but the more he explored it, the more confused he became. At first he met up with other guys, but the reality wasn't what he had fantasized. Then he tried to style himself as the daddy but it kind just felt awkward and forced.

After several months of hopeless searching, he turned to Daddyhunt to see if he could find someone else in the similar situation. There he met Derek who was an older guy, but loved to be treated like a boy by younger guys. They gradually got to know each other and wrote to each other everyday. Eventually, they decided to take things to the next level and agreed to meet.

Their first meeting was a cold and stilted occasion. They'd spent too long talking online and they had completely different impressions of each other that clashed with the reality. They had a great connection, but both felt an awkward dynamic. Derek felt large and cumbersome in comparison to his daddy, and Cameron cared too much about what others thought and how they would misidentify their roles in the relationship. People thinking he was the boy was somehow humilating for him.

The relationship cooled after their first meeting. Perhaps they both just had the wrong impression - it was a fantasy after all. Desperate, Derek researched potential solutions and on a whim, ordered a swap potion. They agreed to meet at Derek's house for a second date and debated the potions long and hard before deciding to give it a try.

Almost instantly, both started feeling nauseous and feverish. That feeling would continue for the rest of the day as their bodies changed. Cameron grew taller, heavier, hairier and his skin lost some elasiticity and gray fleck appeared in his hair and beard. Derek became more slender, thinner, rejuvenated. With both being more or less incapacitated from the changes, they feel asleep in the early evening.

At around 6am Cameron woke up, unable to sleep any longer. His fever has subsided and he stood up to go pee. At the point, he looked down and saw the changes. The floor was much further away and his body covered in dark hair. He walked to the bathroom to pee from his bigger, uncut cock.

He explored his body and fell in love with his new self. He loved the dusting of hair on his torso, but it looked like Derek definitely trimmed it. He was already looking forward to growing out his body hair everywhere. No more shaving for him. Even though it seemed Derek shaved his back hair, for example, Cameron wanted to let himself go, and who knows, maybe even expanding that belly.

He couldn't remember the last time he was voluntarily awake at 6am, but he just wasn't tired anymore. That being said, a feeling of legarthy meant he didn't feel fully awake and found Derek's coffee machine. He wasn't a coffee drinker ordinarily, but thought it might be something Derek would do and fitted to his new daddy self. He slipped a coffee and felt hiy body perking up and more at ease as waited for Derek to stir.

Thinking it through, he soon realized it could take a while since he was never an early riser, so after he finished his coffee, he woke Derek with a kiss.

Derek was feeling sleepy in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time, but welcomed the good morning kiss. The mixture of coffee breath and the beard scratching against his cheeks made him feel warm inside. "Good morning, sleepyhead" said Cameron, the first time hearing the deep powerful voice from his mouth.

The two both felt increasingly at ease in their new bodies, but Cameron had one thing on his mind. His boner would not subside and he needed release. From a cuddling position on the bed, he gently but firmly pushed Derek's heard down to his crotch and Derek got to work. Cameron's deep moans turned them both on. Then, Cameron flipped Derek's smaller body over and began to eat him out. He loved the feeling of his beard scratching against his bare ass cheeks. Before long, his girthy cock was inside his former body and couldn't contain himself as he soon came inside. He definitely had a stronger libido now and probably needed release at least once or twice a day.

Somehow that ejaculation inside Derek cemented something inside them and they both knew that this was here to stay. Derek jerked himself to a finish while carressing Cameron's furry chest.

As they cuddled afterwards, Cameron also told Derek that he needed to shave everything from the ears down today. He felt slightly hypocritical since he had that body until yesterday, so it was his fault. But he wanted Derek to have his body perfect for him. When eating him out, there was some light stubble around his ass that spoiled the experience. He wanted his boy perfectly shaven at all times. Only Daddy should be hairy. Derek replied with "Yes, Daddy" and giggled.

Cameron groomed Derek to be the perfect twink for him. He worked out hard, they threw out all his suits and bought a more appropriate, younger wardrobe. At the same time, Cameron bought himself some tailored suits, shirts, pants and shoes. He wore a shirt most days and generally loved the aura of an older man. Cameron settled into the life of having his boy on hand to take care of him and his cock whenever needed. When he came home, he'd sit in his chair and wait for Derek to come and take off his dress shoes while he sipped a whisky, before fucking or getting sucked. Such was their daily routine. He'd put on a few pounds from the drinking and all the red meat he'd been eating. His doctor told him to cut down and take care of his cholesterol at his age and he got a massive boner right there and then.

Derek meanwhile loved being 20 years younger again. Passers by immediately saw that he was a boy with a daddy fetish and that turned him on so bad. He blossomed and lived care-free with keeping his daddy his only concern. Cameron required him to send him updates multiple times a day and gave him tasks to do, like ordering him to walk around shirtless and show everyone what a twink he was.

Things finally felt right for both of them. For Cameron, it now made sense why things never felt quite right. Now, he felt no attraction whatsoever to other daddys. Lately he'd started wondering if Derek needed a brother too. He went back on the app, this time setting up his profile as a daddy in his 40s and turned himself on with his own arrogance as he wrote up his profile:

"Experienced suited daddy seeking additional boy. I have plenty of sperm to go around. Be cute, lean, shaven, obedient. Boys over 23 need not apply."

Chronivac Implant (2)

Over the following weeks, the changes were slight but noticeable. He met twice a week with his coach and he was taught what he needed to know about maintaining his body, nutrition etc. He'd been given a provisional training plan and he was definitely out a lot more than he used to be and would come back directly from the gym in his gym clothes, still sweaty and all. Wild really because he used to be such a neat freak and was immaculately clean and likely repulsed by the thought of sweat. Now he seems to love his body and taking selfies.

Which reminds me too: I swear that thing is not only rewarding narcissism, purposely distracting him from things. Like he drops his bag down somewhere, or kicks off his shoes then will totally forget about it. It's like he doesn't even see the things lying around anymore. When I mention it to him, he genuinely seems surprised that I am telling him he left some protein shaker near the TV yesterday and it's still there. And anyway his OCD about these things must be being affected because his room is a far stretch from a few weeks ago. He was so neat and everything had a place, but since he was given a load of gymwear in his onboarding, he didn't really have a lot of space so it's either hanging out of drawers or just cast around the floor. Not sure if I'm just imaging the musk from his room or whether it's really there. But again, he seems chill with it.

One thing he said he was struggling with at his regular coaching sessions was sport. Part of the process of his therapy was choosing some characteristics and one was picking which sports he'd like. He told me he'd even asked to skip it, but he just had to choose something. Eventually they chose football for him. Apparently each time he has a session, some time is devoted to learning all he needs to know about football. He says he suddenly becomes hyper-attentive and they force tonnes of knowledge about rules, players, teams and past games into his head. Apparently it's exhausting because when he comes back after those sessions, he's always beat and lies down for a few hours.

Slowly though I can see he's taking an interest, or being conditioned to. For someone who hates sports, he was certainly changing. One evening we went out with friends and he'd keep glancing at the TV screens and losing the conversation. Another time he was totally not present and kept checking his phone every few minutes to check the score. When he saw the other team take the lead he cursed under his breath and looked genuinely frustrated.

As you can imagine, all this change took a lot of his energy. From coaching, to gym to recovery and everything else, it left little time to study. We had mid-terms and he barely scraped a pass. For some reason he was really happy about it? When I asked him what there is to be happy about, the previous straight-A student said something like "Because it's fucking working dude! Like before I'd study and ace it no problem, and even now I tried hard to study and concentrate in the exam. And I honestly did my best and don't know what else I could have done better and I got my first fucking D! I'm really changing bro - the best I can do is a D!" He had a beaming smile as if he'd really accomplished something.

And if you think that's crazy, wait til I tell you about his sex life.

Fantasy Agency

Michael was a controversial appointment as CEO.

He was a classic bro that had gone into finance and only cared about growing his wealth and gaining more status. The shareholders loved him but the employees less so. As soon as he became CEO, he organized a large shift and brought on his former fratbros to fill the board until it was filled with carbon copy types of him - wealthy, privileged, white men. It became an elite echelon and they tailored everything to suit their desire, including the unpopular move to close down the employee cafeteria on the 38th floor so that they could make room for their C-level private gym and let off some steam away from the rest of the employees.

Unknown to his bros though, Michael had developed some interesting tastes from his life of privilege. Really it's a textbook case, but when you are wealthy and handsome, people just love to do whatever you say. Workers and women alike yearned to please him, which he took for granted, but that led him to yearn for something else.

Secretly online, he grew bolder. Initially watching humiliation porn and advancing into findom but it all felt a little empty. He wanted more, and he was used to getting what he wanted. Always.

One evening, he got an message that called to him. It was a discreet agency that promised to fulfill fantasies in a way no other could. He got in touch and shared his wildest fantasies and jerked off to the conversation. Typing it all out got him so horny that he released to the thoughts in his mind, after which the desire for humiliation subsided and he went about his normal evening routine.

The following morning, he stirred and began to go about him morning routine. Stepping out of bed, he stood and noticed his surroundings being bigger. He dashed to the bathroom and saw his reflection.

Almost all of his hard-earned muscles had disappeared and he must have lost 30cm in height, but the most shocking part was how foreign he looked. Michael thought people like this were lazy and just chose to be poor, but now look at him!

Realizing what must have happened, he quickly reached for his phone and messaged the contact from last night, pleading for them to switch him back. The response came "But you like it, don't you? Look in the mirror again." And so he did and somehow, it started to turn him on. Another reponse came "Today, you're going to work, but you're going to be a janitor and clean up the mess of your bros while they look down on you. You best get ready. Your clothes are outside on the door step. Oh, and don't touch or use any of your former things. Touching anything - clothes, toiletries, soap - will bring you out in a painful rash. They don't belong to you anymore.

And so Michael shyly opened his door and found some clothes folded on the doorstep. They looked poor quality and too small for him, but he put them on and they fitted remarkably well, albeit a little scratchy. Then, Michael left for the office, taking the bus for the first time in his life. He got hard thinking about how he fitted in and no one suspected him as one of the wealthiest guys in the city.

He spent the day cleaning up the mess of his buddies. Somehow he couldn't quite understand them properly and when he spoke, it came out with a thick accent. One sentence he did understand was one of his bros, Fred, saying "Eurgh, what's he doing on this floor? Those people need to learn to wash!" as he cast a coffee cup aside. Fred looked him right in the eye and didn't recognize him one bit! For the first time, Michael realized just how hot Fred one. He was much taller than him now, built like a bodybuilder and in a perfectly tailored suit and cologne to die for. His arrogance and swagger topped it all off. But damn, he wasn't gay? But the thought of sucking off his bros like this was just so appealing!

With the working day finished, he went to the staff break room and saw himself again for the first time in hours. The hair that kept falling into his face was greasy and his clothes filthy. He lifted up an arm and smelt his pits which were fragrant to say the least.

The day had made him so horny that he ran to the bathroom to jerk off. He pulled out him small brown cock from the surrounding hedge of black hairs and jerked furiously, sniffing his pits and contemplating the whole siutation until he came. He came more furiously than expected and dirtied his tshirt even further. Somehow he liked that. And surely no one would notice...

He went to his locker and whipped out his phone. He messaged and said that he enjoyed his day and was ready to get back to normal from tomorrow. "Oh no, we're just beginning!" came the reply. "Now you're essentially an undocumented worker so you'd best to everything we say."

Over the next days he continued the routine and followed the instructions he had to if he wanted to avoid the authorities. Over time though, he found his former bros less attractive and somehow pale and bland. He started to long for something darker.

As these feelings set in, he was permitted to return to his former home to meet the person who had sent him on this journey. As he opened the door he saw what was for his eyes perfection. He knew that he would worship this man as his superior in every way and devote his life to his service. Despite appearances, the god-like figure in front of him was but a few short weeks ago was just a nerdy fantastist with a laptop and some magic. Now he had taken what was Michael's and made it his own.

And now that he was one of them like his master, he would help his master to take over the company for his own glory. But first, he would service his master.

Making the relationship work (Part 2)

The following morning, the awkward couple arose and made their way to their counselling session. Their rather direct counsellor opened the door to his consultation room and invited them to sit down.

"So," the counsellor began, "How was it having sex as each other?" Both men looked sheepish and dare not say that they hadn't had sex since the swap. Neither felt it was the right thing to do. "Oh, I see. Hmmmm, this won't do at all. Looks like we'll have to try another therapy."

Seb, the now gentle giant awkwardly who had the feeling of being back in detention, uttered "But, can't we just switch back already?"

The counsellor scoffed before replying "Well, if that's your wish, I suppose we can, but I have never failed my clients and I am not about to let that streak end here. But, if that's what you want, sure, we can head back to the tanks... but would you mind if we try one last thing? If it does not work, I promise you can swap back this evening." The couple looked at each other, and discussed as they did with all decisions, and knowing their had paid a lot for this retreat, they decided to go with the suggestion and hear the counsellor out.

The counsellor led them back to the same tanks from the previous day. Each man lay down in their respective tank and waited for the lid to close. Once again, all stimuli were cut off and they were just left floating in nothingness.

Slowly, Seb began hearing a deep voice. It must have been through a speaker in the tank, but in the absence of all other sounds and sensory cue, it bore deeply into his mind, as if it were coming from inside his mind. Though drifting in and out of consciousness, he did pick up some items "You are an alpha... you are a real man... you are superior...you were born to lead... it is your birth right... you wish to grow bigger... other men are born to serve you... they are born to follow rules... rules do not apply to you... you set the rules for others... you deserve to be worshipped... you love to fuck... you love to fuck lesser men.... that is their purpose in life... they are born to serve you..."

After an unknown period of time, the lid opened and Seb was awoken from his strange dream. The counsellor was waiting there for him. "So, how do you feel now?"

Seb looked down at his huge boyfriend's body and somehow felt much more normal. It even made him hard as he watched his forearms tense to his movements. "Actually, a lot calmer somehow..." Seb was too preoccupied to notice the grin appear on the counsellor face as he saw Seb standing taller and prouder than previously, his shoulder unfurled and dominant. The counsellor told Seb that Gary would need a little longer, so it might be an idea for Seb to go to workout, as the process can be supported through exercise. He agreed and went to get changed for the gym.

Meanwhile, Gary was having a similar experience. A woman's voice spoke softly to him. "You are submissive... you were born to serve other men...real men... you want to please them... this is your life's purpose...your pleasure derives from their pleasure... you wish to please them to be rewarded with their cock... you yearn for cock inside you...this is your true place in life...without a man and his rules, you are lost... you crave the structure he provides to make you whole..."

Some time later, the lid was opened and Gary stood up. "Where's Seb?" he asked, like a lost child, looking around with mild panic. The counsellor explained that he had gone to the gym to support the therapy. Gary also wanted to go, but the counsellor suggested he should relax - too much strenuous activity would be bad for him. He recommended he wait for Seb by the pool...

And so, Gary went to get changed for the pool. At first he put on some shorts, but reflected and thought Seb might prefer he wear some trunks. Gary checked himself out in the mirror and tried a few poses. Now he could see why Seb was normally trying to lose some body fat. Normally Gary was obsessed with getting bigger, but right now, he could see how dropping a little fat here and there would look so hot.

Gary headed to the pool and got comfortable, but he got quickly bored and decided to send Seb a cute selfie. Why was he feeling nervous?

Seb opened the message and replied:

"Ooooo, looking hot boy

"*babe

"I'm just finishing up at the gym. Be there soon."

Seb was having one of the best workouts of his life. He felt so strong and confident, invincible even. Gary meanwhile, found the pic of his former self so hot and masculine. Seb was really looking the part. And Gary's smaller cock twitched at the point of being called 'boy'.

Eventually, Seb came and found Gary by the pool. They acted and spoke like any other loving couple; a kiss on meeting, asking how the other was doing - a normal catch up on what was anything but a normal day.

Then Seb quickly turned the conversation in a different direction. "So anyway, I'm fucking horny after that workout so I've decided we need to have sex like this. Now."

Gary, taken aback by the switch of topics, but not at all against the idea - he was also keen to get fucked for some reason - took a moment to process the information. "What?"

Seb stood up and responded "Don't argue. Let's go back to the room." Seb walked to the room, without glancing back to see if Gary was following. He went into the room, stripped and lay on the bed, waiting to be serviced. Gary was all too happy to strip off and began sucking his former cock with great pleasure. To both of them it all just felt right. Gary requested permission to ride Seb, which he quickly granted, before Seb unloaded into his former ass. Gary, with so much pent up horniess, came without even jacking his cock. Both were beginning to understand each other, though in a slightly new, kinkier way.

*** 3 months later ***

Looking back, their retreat holiday really did fix up their relationship. The evening after they fucked each other's bodies, Seb, without asking Gary, told the counsellor that they wouldn't need to swap back just yet and that they were following his advise to understand each other better.

Seb remained non-committal about swapping back and 3 months later, they still haven't. For the trip home, they needed to swap names and passports, and since then, they haven't defaulted back either. The new Seb remembered how uncomfortable the economy seat was for his bigger frame on the outborund journez, so spent all his miles to update the new Gary to Business. He found the idea remarkably hot that Gary was upfront enjoying the perks of Business, while he was cramped in the back. But it just felt right.

Now back at home, Gary expects Seb to look after the house and look sexy at all time - which generally means no clothes for easy accessibilitz. And well, his shaven boy is just to his liking:

Gary, meanwhile, rarely needs to lift a finger for anything. He can just focus on getting bigger and ruling the roost among smaller, inferior men. He takes great pleasure in reminding Seb how he used to be big, but failed, and how his rightful place is being the sub in the relationship. This turned into a kink for both of them. Seb now loves to remind himself of how small he is now and often plays with and sniffs his old shoes. They were so big for him now and represented how different he was now. While sniffing Gary's well-worn gym shoes by the door, he heard a voice from behind:

"Stay there and bend over. Keep sniffing your former sneaks while I pump a load in you, boy."

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.

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.