Hangover cure. (Patreon)

Oh my days, I’m getting old. I’ve got a horrendous hangover, and I never get hangovers.

Hahaha mate, how old are you? Have you even hit puberty yet?

I’m 20, and of course I’ve hit puberty, why?

Well, you don’t look old enough to drink let alone have a hangover. How much did you have?

About fifteen pints. Fifteen is my limit and I know it, but then I started on the spirits.

There’s no f in way you can handle fifteen pints. I can probably manage five, eight at a push then I’m dancing under the table. Don’t think I’ve ever managed more than ten pints. But your hangover problem is mixing the drinks.

I always mix my drinks. No point drinking if your not going to get pissed and feel the fun 5st comes with it. Fifteen pints, and a few spirits.

Wow mate, if you can do that, your a better man than me. I still think you should prove it though.

I will prove it, there’s no problem with that. Tell you what, I’ll give you three chances to prove it, Friday, Saturday and Sunday night and if I can’t manage fifteen pints before I’m pissed then I’ll give you a very special prize. If I can then you’ll have to accept the forfeit.

Three chances, what do you mean?

Well, I’ll let you have my body from finish time on Friday 5pm until Monday morning when we start at 8am, you can go out three nights and if on one of them nights you don’t manage fifteen pints before your feeling pissed then you win. I’ll be with you, in your body, keeping track and seeing how pissed you are.

That’s a very weird offer, what’s the prize?

The prize if you win is that you get to keep my body for as long as you want it.

Ok, cool, and the forfeit?

Well, the forfeit is this. I need new boots, new clothes, with all the drinking i do, I can’t afford anything new. If you loose then instead of getting your body back you’ll be transformed into my old, dirty, smelly p and falling apart boots, had these since I was sixteen so they are rank.

How does that get you new boots?

Well after a week, you’ll be so pissed off being old and smelly that you’ll automatically transform into a brand new pair. Then after another week you’ll be enjoying being wrapped around my feet thst you will become my entire outfit on a daily basis. Whatever I want to wear, you will become, you will always be wrapped around my body in some way. Sometimes you’ll just be my cum sock, but as soon as I need to wear clothes I’ll put you on and you’ll become my outfit. You’ll be my underwear, my socks, my gym sneakers, my t shirt and hoody, you’ll be everything to me, but nothing to your self.

Are you sure you aren’t still drunk, is any of this even possible? I mean, body swapping, turning me into your boots. I mean it sounds really horny and in a way I hope I loose, but is it even possible..?

I assure you it’s possible, in fact, it’s only Thursday. You can have my body right now, you can deal with this stinking hangover.

Go on then, go for it. How?

I’ve got three pills, a red one, a blue one and a green one. The red one transforms me into the next person I touch, that would be you. As I turn into you, you’ll turn into me. The swap will be so precise that you will still smell the nicotine on my fingers, you’ll still taste the coffee I habe just drank and you will,still have the mc Donald’s breakfast in your stomach, you’ll have my clothes on your new body including these boots, that will be all you are soon. You’ll have my hangover too. The blue one, I take when I am you, it swaps us back. And the green one I’ll take only if you loose, just after I have taken the blue one. You sure you want to do this?

To be a 20 year old again, you know I’m 35. Of course I want to do it. I couldn’t think of anything that would excite me more than becoming a 20 year old, especially someone as good looking as you.

And the fear, the risk of being my boots, my clothes, being wrapped around my body 24/7 doesn’t bother you? The fact your only reprieve will be when i take a shower. The fact you may only have four days of existence left.

No mate, like i said, in a way I hope I do loose, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my future days. Take the pill and touch me.

Already done mate. Enjoy, I’ll be with you making sure there isn’t any cheating.

Mate, your hands, when you touched my arms, they were silky smooth, they felt clammy almost. Now they feel rugged and rough, like sand paper.

That’s because I’ve got your hands now, thr change has started.

Fuck mate, I can see it, I can feel it. My hands, my arms, my upper body. Oh my god, I even smell like you, I smell like I’m 20. Fuck, why are we naked?

Yes mate, your more me than I am now and we are naked because that’s how the swap works. Don’t worry we will be clothes again soon.

Mate, you could of warned me your dick was small.

That dick has high performance, it’s not my dick any more. It’s can manage five fucks a night, boys, girls anything. Anyway, I’m a grower, not a shower. Trust me, it’s huge when it grows hard, it looks like it’s growing on you already. It’s your dick now.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, your me entirely now, that means, I’m you?

You most certainly are me now, even your clothes and them really old boots. How’s the hangover?

What hangover, I think I’m high on life right now, high on being you. But I’m not drinking tonight make sure I’m ready for the challenge tomorrow.

Sounds like a good plan.

That first night I spent a lot of time exploring my new borrowed body, I had 4 nights and three of them were scheduled to be in the pub. I was so young, so free. It was amazing. I had had 2 wanks already one lay on his bed and one in the shower. His friend, my friend came round, a male friend he sucked me off then begged me to fuck him. Each time I orgasmed it seemed to last longer and be more erotic. I took another shower and orgasmed there and once more before falling to sleep. Six times in one evening, that beat his record of five. He was right his dick, my dick definitely grew, I’m fact it seemed to get bigger every time. I was loving every minute of being jack.

The next day I met up with my former self, I managed ten pints before falling in a heap on the floor and couldn’t handle another drop. The night after only eight. It looked as though I would be able to keep his body forever, but there was still one more night. He knew I was trying as hard as I could. On thr third night I managed sixteen pints before starting to feel the effects. I then downed about a litre of vodka and almost another litre of whiskey. Imcalloosed in a heap and he dragged me home to my bed, well,it was soon to be his ned again.

I woke the next morning with my former self lay in my bed next to me. He woke up.

So you lost the bet and we should now honour the forfeit.

Not quite so fast, let me have one more day and night, I promise I’ll do it tomorrow, this was meant to be a hangover cure. Trust me, you don’t want to deal with this one.

Fine mate, enjoy your final hours, I’ll,see you in the morning with the pills.

The next morning he was at the house, walking into my room an hour before we started work. I was in the shower, I had one last wank and walked into my room with him sat on my bed. He told me to get dressed. I did and put my old stinky boots on for the last time. He swallowed the blue pill, touched me and our transformation began. I was loosing his body. As the transformation completed, he forced the green pill into my mouth then dragged my hand down to the old stinky boots. I merged with them, my fare was sealed. I was now wrapped around his feet as his boots. At least I know his feet are clean, and he has clean socks on. I think I’m happy like this, there’s no going back so I’ll just enjoy every minute.