Lazy - 5 Years On

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.”

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.

Finally together (Part one)

I've been in love with my best friend for as long as I can remember. I've never told him because I know I'm not his type, but we've always had a connection. I thought I'd hidden it pretty well, but it seems he'd known all along. We were both pretty much twinks, but Carl had a thing for daddies so I was immediately out of the running. He'd had a crush on Filip for years and managed to learn a remarkable about him despite only watching him from afar. I told him he was wasting his time with his fantasy since he was 100% straight by all accounts, but that didn't stop him creating fake dating accounts as girls to lure him into chatting and sending pics.

When he told me he'd found a way for him to be with him by putting me in his body, it really caught me off guard. Firstly the suggestion of swapping bodies with someone, and secondly I felt so exposed that he knew my true feelings for him. He'd already set up a fake date with Filip to lure him in and he needed me to decide what I wanted to do. It was an impossible decision to make, choosing between my life, and the love of my life. And becoming at least 15 years older in an instant. But, my impulsiveness got the better of me and I said yes!

Thrilled that I agreed to the plan, Carl handed me a vial and told me to swallow it all. He messaged Filip and said 'she' was running late and that 'she' had asked the barman to bring him a drink while he waited. After about 10 minutes, I started to feel really spaced out. The world seemed to slow down and it was hard to keep my eyes open. My blinking got progressively slower and longer, until eventually I closed my eyes for about five seconds. Feeling like I was about to fall asleep, I forced myself awake again, only to notice that I was now in a bar! I looked down at a whiskey glass filled with melting ice and noticed I was wearing a leather jacket too. It must have worked! I got up, settled the tab and went to find my new car. I unlocked it and got in before sending a pic to Carl to show him my new self.

He was over the moon and I told him I'd drive immediately to his apartment. When I got there it was a surprise to look down at him. He seemed so small now but still as cute as ever. And I loved how he looked at me now. He really was in love with this body, and now with me inside, it was the perfect combination.

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.

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.