Making The Relationship Work (part 1)

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.

**

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...

***

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.

Like Father Like Son Pt.2

Read the original from @exploratorytfs here.

It's been three years since that bizarre twist of fate turned my life upside down, or should I say, right side up. Looking back now, I can't help but smirk at the irony of it all. I won't tell my dad (yeah, I definitely think of him as my dad now), but the truth is, the body swap wasn't entirely an accident.

I just wanted to give him a taste of my carefree lifestyle, show him that growing up and being mature isn’t all it's cracked up to be. So, I went online and found a way for us to swap.

I never meant for it to be permanent. I mean, who would want to stay in someone else's body forever? But the moment I found myself in his shoes, staring at the world through his eyes, I knew I had hit the jackpot. His body, his life—it all felt like a perfect fit.

It had only been a day, but I didn’t want to ever leave. What was I gonna do now? I couldn't imagine going back to my old life, to the mundane routine and endless expectations. No, this was where I belonged. But how could I make it permanent without causing even more chaos?

Surprisingly, my dad seemed content in my old body, reveling in the responsibility of it all. He didn't seem eager to find a way to swap back, and I couldn't help but gloat inwardly. It was almost too easy—I had traded up in every possible way.

Every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a surge of excitement coursed through me. The chiseled jawline, the toned, youthful physique, the effortless charm—it was like I had been upgraded to the deluxe model. And as much as I tried to suppress it, I couldn't help but revel in the undeniable satisfaction of it all.

So when my dad brought up the idea of making the swap permanent, I didn't hesitate. "Hell yeah, Dad," I replied with a smirk, savoring the taste of victory.

We hashed out the details over dinner, but in my mind, it was already a done deal. And just like that, the deal was sealed. Sure, there are moments when I feel a twinge of guilt for keeping my dad's body, but then I remembered how much better I look in it, and the guilt just turned to horniness. After all, who wouldn’t want to be me.

Shortly thereafter, I signed a modeling contract – of course, who wouldn’t wanna see a body like this? Every photoshoot, every runway strut, only served to reinforce my belief that I had made the right choice.

My dad was so excited for me and gave me his sports car as a present for that and my birthday. He told me to be careful with it like the responsible guy he is. I promised him I would be, but I speed down the highway blasting music. After all, a hot young jock like me has to do that! … But I'll let him think he's having a good influence on me.

Through my modeling gig, I met my boyfriend James. He embodied everything I found irresistible: tall, dark, and undeniably handsome. What intrigued me even more was that he had no clue this body wasn't originally mine. That really turned me on.

Even though I'm used to living this life by now and fully think of myself as Nathan, I still get a thrill every time he calls me by my name. Just last week, we were having a night of passionate sex. As he pressed me down onto the bed in missionary, he thrust back and forth in slow. deep strokes.

Rubbing his right thumb in circles around my left nipple, he leaned down to kiss me. I looked up at him in awe. Smirking back had me he said in a husky voice, “I love you Nathan.”

Before I knew it, I was shooting my load across his thick, muscular chest.

Mixed in with the pleasure, I had to laugh to myself. In a way, I got what I wanted. Nathan (or at least his body) definitely is living his youth now.

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." 😈

Roomies

You know, I'm generally pretty happy with my life. But lately it's been just that bit better. I'm not gay, I just like guys sometimes. And it sometimes sucks that I can't do anything about it without people getting the wrong idea, you know?

I'd started chatting with some guys online, not with my real pics obviously. I thought it would help. It didn't. It just got me all frustrated. Then my roommate kept flaunting in front of me how great it is to be gay and pissing me right off. He said he was just the same as always. Then it hit me. I was fucking jealous!

To make matters worse, he found out that I was catfishing with his pics and he got super mad. That's how he found out that I sometimes like guys. But he was surprisingly nice about it after that.

I thought he was mocking me when he suggested we could switch places for a bit and I could explore with guys a bit. But I couldn't lie, I was too curious.

It was crazy that we were able to jump into each other's bodies. I felt so light, but it was hot! And I could finally write with those guys and send selfies since I technically wasn't catfishing anymore. And since his body was gay, I needed to pretend to be gay now too 💁‍♂️ Seeing someone else in the mirror/camera is surprisingly hot too.

It started to become a bit of an addiction. We'd swap for a few hours here and there initially. Then I went on a few dates. Then we'd swap for the weekend. He seemed to enjoy it quite a lot too. We'd swapped rooms, sleep in each other's beds, go about each other's routines. It was really hot to pretend to be gay. I'm surprised how well he can handle my body too, but that just makes it all the hotter. He could pretend to be me so well.

And so it went on for weeks. Sometimes we'd swap for extended periods. I'm not sure what he loved so much about being me since he couldn't act on his impulses, but he did say he liked to blend in a bit more and people to just respect him immediately. I think I've put on some extra muscle since he took over too.

The next part I'm not so proud of, but I just couldn't help it. He said we could swap until Friday, because he had plans on Saturday. I pretended not to know, and agreed. Little did he know that my friends were suprising me with a trip. And so on Friday morning, he got picked up by my friends for a surprise guys weekend of drinking, gambling and possibly strippers.

He told me he was pissed and didn't want to pretend to be the straight guy all weekend, but he had no choice now. And I really didn't want to go. It's kinda not my thing anymore.

And besides, I wanted to stay as him for the weekend. It was the most important weekend of the year for Miles, so I definitely couldn't miss it. And with my roomie gone, I'd have the whole apartment to myself.😈🌈

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. 💁‍♀️