Mind Over Body: Part One

Mind over Body: Part one

As a well-known fitness influencer, Alex often spoke and posted about the power of mindset, mental strength and discipline as being key to his success.

This conviction attracted the attention of a local university who reached out to him to conduct a series of experiments. The concept was to test this assertion out in a controlled environment. Alex's ego, attracted by the possibility to prove his formidable mental strength as stronger than others, agreed to the study.

He'd swap bodies with a control candidate of average athleticism and fitness know-how and the scientists would see how each body performed to the new mind.

Toby, the nerdy PhD candidate was delighted with his swap and spent a good amount of time lusting over his temporary form.

They'd slightly lied to Alex, and Toby's body wasn't exactly average, rather decidedly overweight and unfit. But he was unfazed and determined to prove he was able to push his temporary body harder and further than its previous occupant.

Both candidates were hooked up to a series of machines and monitored. Alex in Toby's body suffered an initial shock at just how unfit his form was, but through his experience as a personal trainer and his frequent hypoxic training sessions, he was able to keep calm, control his breathing and perform 38% better than Toby had just a week earlier. This spurred Alex's ego that his mental training made him superior and more alpha than others, even in this out-of-shape body.

Toby, overly confident in the ability of the body alone absolutely tanked his first test.

He set off far too quickly, couldn't control his breathing and called off the test early because he was hyperventilating. His performance was 64% worse than Alex's the previous week.

Alex felt vindicated and Toby was embarrassed. His hypothesis expected some difference but not quite that much...

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. 💁‍♀️

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.

Turning Myself On

Man, if I'd have known this before we swapped, maybe I wouldn't have done it. We agreed to swap for a few days, but I'd thought we'd only swap bodies... When I got back to his place and took off his shoes, I got a whiff of his shoes and actually, I found the scent pretty hot. Like, I picked up his shoes and gave them a deep sniff and his cock got hard? Imagine that, pretty weird huh.

Anyway, I thought I'd go along with it once and I jacked off to the scent on "my own" feet. Was somehow gross, but also really hot. Besides, it's just this once.

Well that was a week ago and I'm still wearing the same socks. They reek so good now. I even found myself going round the empty gym locker room and sniffing other people's sneakers. What is wrong with me haha.

I asked the other guy about it and he confirmed that he used to love the smell, but wasn't really his thing anymore. I built up the courage, with butterflies in my stomach, to ask if I could smell my former sneakers and he laughed it off and called me a sick bastard. Damn that made me strain against my pants. I tried to be subtle but I'm pretty sure he noticed how I kept glancing at his feet. They looked real nice.

Maybe I can find some guys who share this fetish and explore it a little more before we swap back. I kinda like being a kinky after all.

Online Coaching

What do you think? Pretty nice huh. I've got a coach that's been helping me a lot too. Well, "had" might be more appropriate soon.

I was pretty out of shape before, ate the wrong things. A classic case. But I was too lazy to change anything. It was just easier to fantasize about swapping bodies and jerking off than actually try and lose weight. I'd fantasized about switching bodies with a hot jock for years but one night while doing my usual things... it just happened!

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't stop admiring myself. And to be honest, it was so hot jerking off to my own reflection in the mirror. I was so hot now, but the thought of going outside was almost enough to give me a panic attack. I had no idea what to do with a body like this! My old body and I started messaging each other and of course I pretended to be as surprised as him. At the same time I also wrote to my Tumblr friends from before that I'd genuinely swapped this time. It took some convincing them, because we did a lot of role playing, but eventually they believed me from the pics I was sending them.

Day one was really something. Jerking off my new cock to my new reflection, flexing the whole time, feeling so light and flexible without my usual extra baggage. And my friends finding me so hot now was an added bonus in our roleplay.

Day Two:

The next morning didn't feel so great. I felt so bloated and had a headache. Probably from the take-out I ordered. I felt like shit. I also felt really anxious for some reason. Like I needed to move. I felt cagey, like I was trapped indoors. So I did something I'd never done before. I went out for a run before breakfast. I think that's what people call fasted cardio? Anyway, I felt a lot better afterwards. Somehow I managed to clear my head a bit, you know?

After I've got home, jerked off to my sweaty reflection and smell and showered, I messaged my old body and told him I needed his help to keep this body in shape. At first he outright refused, but I managed to convince him that if we were ever able to swap back, surely he'd want his body to be in good shape. And that's how we started. He kinda took on the role of being my online coach and helping me with my workout plan, nutrition plan, tracking my macros, and of course, making sure my execution was correct. Of course he knew this body better than anything so he was perfect for the job... and motivated. I told him I needed to know exactly how to be like him so nobody would notice.

He told me what to wear and I headed down to the gym. I did the routine he told me to and showed him how I did the exercises, and he told me how to improve. I started off with "light" weights for this body, which got me some strange looks, but I just had to ignore them for now.

He gave me some really good advice and soon I was feeling more confident. Also, strangely, I really enjoyed it!

Two weeks later:

I'm really getting used to this workout routine! And the feeling is so nice too. I'm sticking with the nutrition plan and taking all my supps and drinking at least 5 liters of water each day. I must look like a proper gym bro now, eating out of boxes all the time, ha!

I asked him how he is doing in my body and he said fine. I said he could try and improve it while he is in there and he replied "Yeah maybe". I still write with my old friends and they told me he is talking with them too now. Apparently he's learning how to roleplay body swaps and possessions now too, which is kinda funny. They also told me that he said he'd gained some weight. Not sure why he kept that from me though.

Overall, I'm still enjoying it! I'm not jerking off in the mirror quite so much anymore - I think I've done it too often now that it's not sooo hot so I started watching some normal porn, which always does the trick ;).

Three months later:

What can I say? My old life seems so far away now. I'm still talking to my old body and he's still coaching me, but I don't know how much longer for. He's taught me everything I need to know about the gym and his life so I feel like I can easily go it alone, and probably do even better without him. It also feels kinda wrong now that I know he's made no progress with my old body and just got lazy. Makes no sense to take fitness advice from some fat slob. I still send him my form clips now and again, but now he just says it's all perfect.

Once he forwarded the clip back to me with "His shoulders are so hot! 🥵 You should steal his body" so I think it's pretty clear what he's doing with the clips now and who he's sending them to. I guess he loves a body swap now... and my body turns him on. Kinda sick when you think about it.

So yeah, this is my life now. Thinking of quiting my job and doing a Personal Trainer qualification. I'd easily be able to do that and get loads of clients. I really wanted to push myself this year so I've also entered a competition but not told my old body. How do you think I'm looking?

Also, I'm still talking with my old body swap friends but I don't reply much. I'm actively turned off by body swaps now so we don't have so much in common anymore. I muted the conversations with them because it just kinda got annoying when they asked for pics and stuff. Kinda regret telling them about the swap now so hope they'll get the message soon and leave me out of their weird fantasies.

Finally together (part two)

Finally having a romantic relationship with Carl was bliss. We kissed and cuddled a lot at first and he loved feeling up my body. We tried sex too, but either he was too tight or I was too big now so it didn't really work. But that was fine. He gives an amazing handjob. And when we weren't being physical, we talked like before and I continued playing video games too.

I guess you could say that was the honeymoon period. I started missing my old life and friends and family. And I wasn't ready for the age difference. I definitely feel it. Sometimes people treat you differently. Other times I'm wide awake at 6am which would NEVER have happened before. And I definitely need to pay attention to what I eat more now. Before I could eat anything and not put on weight, but I noticed I put on a bit of fat from when I initially swapped.

Mentally though I also felt something was different now. I tried to carry on as I had before but it all felt forced somehow. I grew a bit distant to Carl and I started seeing him in a different light. In my heart we were equal souls, but at the same time, it just felt so wrong for someone like him to have an equal say as me. I was clearly the male in the relationship and I felt he should treat me as such. Sometimes I felt this homophobia in me that I tried to surpress, but over time it started to become more of a kink that I wanted to dominate boys.

For the first time in years, I was looking at other men other than Carl. The twinkier the better. He must have noticed I was acting weird because he confronted me. I initially got really defensive and retaliated because I felt he was trying to be better than me, but eventually I calmed down and I told him that I felt I was living a lie and I didn't want to resent him for it. I told him that I still loved him, but I started getting the feeling that he was holding me back from being my true self. It was so confusing for me too, but that's how I really felt. I told him that I wanted to explore my new identity a bit and that I felt he needed to follow what I said more.

I also told him that I was getting increasingly sexually frustrated and that it was his fault for not letting me fuck him. I just felt that I needed to fuck someone all the time and handjobs and blowjobs just weren't enough. I told him he ever needed to let me fuck him or I wanted an open relationship so I could release in some other twinks' holes. I know, I couldn't believe it either. I'd been so blind up until this point. In the past I was blinded by my love for him and I thought he was perfect and faultless and I'd never looked at anyone else. But now I see that the reality is that he needs a strong hand to tell him what's best for him. And his role in a relationship is to make sure his partner is satisfied. And if he can't deliver on that, it's my right to look elsewhere. I just needed the release so bad that I would take any ass at this point. It was all I could think about. The need to dominate.

He looked upset but he was willing to try. It also felt only right that he should listen to what I wanted and the power rush made me hard just thinking about it.

The next day when I came home after work with a few butt plugs and a dildo that I'd bought at the sex store. I came in, gave him a kiss and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. I wanted to make sure he was listening carefully. "I bought you a few things to get yourself ready for me. Can you do that?" I asked, I made sure to sound slightly caring, but also with a hint of 'not taking no for an answer'. He nodded meekly back and took the bag. "Good boy, I'm looking forward to it already." I told him.