by Tina Majors
Running is a holistic process, one that can really let you connect with your body if you let it.
The sun was in the sky but it wasn’t overly hot.
Sounds good right?
In fact, there was a nice breeze to compliment the heat. In other words, I wouldn’t be dangerously hot within minutes but I could still be topping up on my tan.
A win win scenario I think you will definitely agree.
As I reached the top of the hill I made a right that would take me down hill.
Think it’s easy to run down hill and it’s not proper work?
Check your running science right this second.
Allowing yourself to run down hill is actually super beneficial as it lets your legs open up and loosen, it also works other muscles in your body, the ones that are responsible for areas like balance, resistance, and speed.
I had learned this information online, from a popular running vlog I went through a phase of watching a lot but, for some reason, now barely even thought about. Weird, huh?
Well, it always stuck with me about the down hill stuff and for that it was all worthwhile. As I continued down hill I had a look around me to ensure that there were no innocent pedestrians waiting to be bowled over like pins in a ten pinned bowling alley. I’d watched a few crazy videos of pedestrian and jogger clashes on YouTube and while it was funny to watch I knew for certain I did not want to experience it first hand. And to be quite honest, I also really didn’t want to injure anyone even if it was an accident.
Anyway, I finished the down hill segment and as planned I was met with a traffic light crossing. It was on red which was good actually because I needed a break and I also knew that it was good to change the rate of heartbeat as much as possible. In other words, the runner should not feel it essential or even beneficial to run the whole time. Slow to a fast walk, then a slow walk, then a sprint, then a super sprint, and repeat. This is especially good to do for medium distance long runs.
Don’t get me wrong, if you’re going for super long distance, then this approach isn’t for you. But from a fitness perspective it is practically unbeatable as a fat burner. Anyway maybe this is too much on the theory and not enough on what was actually happening.
As I waited for the light to switch from the fire engine red to the salad green I looked around. I was near a park so saw lots of people in various gym gear walking towards the aforementioned park in order to work out.
Were they runners also or were they practicing another form of work out?
Or, and there is always a few, were they sports gear posers, just out there parading and looking great in their high price fashion brands? Well, really who was I to judge.
What was it The Beatles said?
Give peace a chance. Or something like that anyway, I was never a fan in truth.
Anyway, I watched as the people walked into the park and on a whim I decided to take a detour on my run. Crossing the road I began into a faster jog and burst through the park gaits and began to attack a full lap of the medium sized park. A lot of people were in there eating picnics and having drinks but I didn’t let that ruin my stride.
I carried on belligerently until I was at the other side of the park and making my exit.
I looked at my sports watch and saw that I was averaging good speed and decent time. Talk about a decent purchase, I had really noticed my fitness improve since getting it. Funny how a little thing like that can make all the difference isn’t it? Well I’m not a psychologist so won’t speculate too much, or at all in fact. I’ll just be happy with a good situation.
I began up a road I had never been before.
I had definitely run on the roads near this one, but not this specific one. It felt like a good road because it had wide pavements that had recently been re-laid so it was a nice smooth run that wouldn’t be impacting on my joints too much. Not that I had problems in that area but I had definitely had the odd injury, some worse than others, from back when I played team sports to a very high standard.
Ultimately I just didn’t bother or have the motivation to push myself further in these areas so no regrets.
But sure, I was good and I knew it.
With this thought in my head I powered ahead up the road and back on to familiar territory.
I was on the home stretch of the run. I can’t deny that I was flagging a little at this point in time, my muscles felt a little twangy and to be perfectly honest I actually felt like I was wilting a bit.
Perhaps I was tired?
Could be the case because I’d had a few late nights recently that I wasn’t able to make up with later mornings due to work commitments.
But, no matter, I may have been tired and on the verge of collapse but there was no way I was quitting and taking a seat or walking the rest of the way home.
No chance, no way in hell.
I slowed my pace a touch but made sure to focus my mind and continue on my run home. The pavement was pretty clear, well totally clear actually, and I was able to keep a straight line. I could see the turn off that would take me on the penultimate road that would then lead onto my home road.
I narrowed my eyes and began to work my legs and arms a bit harder. I was determined to do this. Don’t forget, I still had my watch timing and recording all of this. There was no way I was going to get a poor result, not a chance. So I continued to work as hard as my body would let me.
But sometimes, the mind may be willing but the body says a resounding NO.
Which is exactly what seemed to be happening here.
I could feel the lactic acid in my legs beginning to build and cause problems for my movement. This wasn’t a great situation to say the least but I retained my determination to at the very least continue until the bitter end, no matter how hard it would become.
Not far now, keep going you son of a bitch, I thought.
I felt the breeze hit me. I say breeze, it suddenly seemed like a real wind.
But you know what?
It was behind me and not only was it cooling it actually was putting air in my proverbial sales. I had that final push to get me home so I could collapse in the shower and cool off and then relax.
Last road, house in sight. I was nearly there.
I stumbled, I put my hands out.
I crashed on the floor.
I’m in pain.
This is terrible.
But I picked myself up and grit my teeth and kept going. I’m a mere fifty metres or so from the finish line, so to speak. Even with badly jolted legs, I began to sprint, my form totally gone but my burning heart driving me on. I managed to do it and it felt great.
I get my keys out of my zip pocket and put them in the door.
Home.
Felt good, both to be home but to also know I have had a good run.
As planned, and despite feeling very dizzy and in a bit of pain, I walk into my shower, take my clothes off and get in the shower.
**
I picked up my tablet and flipped through some of my favourite accounts on Instagram. Wow, there were some hot fitness babes on there, squatting and pressing in the tightest, most figure hugging yoga pants imaginable.
I love the curve of their toned, round, apple booties.
I could feel my dick get hard and I began to stroke it, tug on it, to the image of a tall blond woman from Miami doing deep squats and showing off her magnificent gym body workout.
Oooooh, I moaned.
I couldn’t help myself.
I came all over my stomach pretty quickly and rolled over to lean down and reach for some tissues to clean up the mess.
Once I had cleaned up I looked back at the account and accidentally in my rapid masturbation it appeared that I had liked the strangely hypnotic video.
Oh well, I thought.
Only fair that I showed this hot ass bitch my appreciation.
And it wasn’t as if she would ever know that I was jerking my hard cock to her smooth stomach, strong calves, and tightly packed
in titties.
No, this is what was perfect about this kind of online action. You can wank away to your heart’s consent, all say in the knowledge that there are no consequences.
No consequences.
None at all.
No a single one.
Or so I thought.
Anyway, I put my tablet down at the side of my bed, closed my eyes and went to sleep, not giving any of this a second thought.
**
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Damn, I thought. That’s my alarm going off and I now need to open my eyes and get up ready for the day ahead.
Bleurgh.
As I’d had a few drinks the night before I felt a little drowsy, although funnily enough the first thing I thought about was checking back in on that Instagram booty account I had pleasured myself to before going to sleep.
Well, this is where things got weird.
By weird, I mean… very, very weird.
I felt a strange sensation even before opening my eyes.
Something just felt… different.
I ran my hands over my body and felt an erotic charge run through me that I had never experience before. I thought I must be dreaming, because I just felt… breasts!
What the…
I opened my eyes and looked down.
What the actual fuck, I had breasts.
And no I don’t mean man-boobs - I had perfect, perky, hard nippled breasts.
I felt massive panic and jeopardy in this situation. But I couldn’t deny that my initial erotic charge wasn’t going anywhere. If anything it was getting stronger.
Stronger and stronger.
I then did something that I couldn’t believe.
I squeezed both breasts and pushed them up towards my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and circled my tongue around and over each nipple and areola.
I couldn’t believe how horny this was making me.
I was in heaven.
This was some kind of fantasy come to life, it felt almost too good to be true. I mean, this was just unreal!
I also couldn’t believe what I was thinking, but this… felt even better than sucking on another woman’s tits. Yes, you read that right. Believe me, I couldn’t beeliv3 I was thinking that either, I mean come on, this was a crazy intense situation I was in.
Now, as horny as I was, I was still in shock over this situation.
I sprung up from the bed and walked over to the mirror in the corner of my bedroom. It was a pretty basic IKEA mirror that I rested on the floor so that I could get a good top to bottom view of myself when I was lifting weights or getting ready for a night out.
I nervously approached the mirror and nearly fainted when I saw what was looking back at me. I was the spitting image, the exact replica of the booty workout woman I had masturbated and shot my cum to before bed last night!
When I say exact replica, that is not hyperbole at all. It’s real talk.
Let me run it past you again.
The same blond hair, the same plump cock sucking lips I had imagined teasing and pleasing my own dick. I had seriously imagined shooting my hot stringy cum all over this woman’s face and into her mouth, and hear I was… looking exactly like her.
Oh, and of course the tits.
They really were incredible in the flesh. So perfect, pretty big, but very perky. I felt my hands wander up to them again and slowly pull on the nipples.
I let out a slight moan before it struck me.
What would I see if I pulled down my boxer briefs that I had slept in the previous night?
I felt another electric charge of excitement, and absolute blast of energy and eroticism.
It couldn’t seriously be that I no longer had a cock, there was absolutely no way that could happen. Sure, I had a different looking face (somehow) and a pair of juicy tits (there would have to be an explanation) but there was no way…
Nervously, still full of that strange mixture of eroticism and fear, I slowly pulled down my pants. I gasped as my fears were compounded.
No dick.
No balls.
A perfectly shaved landing strip of pubic hair led down to a pussy.
What the…
I nearly collapsed on the floor in total shock. I blinked and rubbed my eyes.
Was I still asleep?
No, I pinched myself to check, I was totally awake.
I then gave my body a closer look over.
Gone was my man’s body, nothing special but nothing too shabby. In its place though was a slender, toned, sexy and curvy woman’s body that had curves in all the right places. A tight waist, subtle abs, the titties of course, the pussy.
Then I turned around for the ultimate highlight… the ass.
Well, it did not disappoint.
It was the exact replica from the Instagram babe. Perfectly round, a juicy peach, a hard apple.
I couldn’t help but jiggle it a little.
I put my hands at the bottom of each cheek and lifted and then let each cheek drop again. More jiggling. I felt wave after wave of total erotic desire fly through me.
It appeared that I was now a woman, and…
I absolutely loved it.
There would be time for questions later, but in this moment all I could think about was one thing: pleasure.
I picked up the mirror and placed it horizontally on the carpet. I then lay down next to it and began to move my hands all over my new body.
I felt an urge to put my fingers in and out of my mouth, making the most of my big juicy lips.
Maybe this was a sign of things to come?
Next I grabbed, fondled, squeezed and pulled on my nipples. They pointed upwards like bullets, hard and proud. I let out another moan and knew what I had to do next.
My hands wandered down my by now slightly sweaty stomach, my fingers tracing over my strong but feminine abs. Again, a wave of excitement ran through me and I felt a tingling sensation in my pussy.
Oh my God! I thought. I have a pussy and not only that, but it is throbbing and tingling.
Well my fingers rubbed over the thin strip of pubic hair and I took a moment to look across at the mirror, to view my slender curves. I marvelled at how feminine I was, how perfectly formed. Almost without thinking, I felt myself open my legs out pretty wide.
I let out another moan, this time longer, louder, more intense.
I was so flexible down there now. Again, maybe this was prefiguring something that would be happening sooner rather than later now I had my new body.
My fingers slowly eased into my dripping wet, hot, juicy little pussy. I let out another moan, but this one was louder, and had a more guttural, sexually aggressive sound to it. And another thing, I realised that not only did I have a woman’s face and body, I also had a woman’s voice!
The more I pumped my soaking pussy with my fingers, the louder I moaned. And it was clear to anyone who could hear that it was a full on woman’s sex sounds that were coming out of my mouth.
By now I was using one hand to push and pump in and out of my pussy and the other hand to rub and flick on my clit.
Jeez, it’s so strange to say these words. But, yes, MY CLIT!
It was enlarged, pulsing, soaking wet – and it was… mine!
I was in so much ecstasy it was untrue.
My hips were bucking up and down, my big booty bouncing up and crashing back down on my comfortable carpet (I was glad I’d shelled out the extra to get the under carpet support layer).
And then I felt my entire body tightening, each and every muscle in me was twitching and flexing like it was building up to a massive explosion. I was a little nervous, I’d never felt anything remotely like this before when it was just me wanking away on my cock.
I kept going, really rubbing my clitty, with both my hands now, alternating to keep the pace up.
My muscles began to cramp and then just when it was all getting too much, I felt a massive orgasm explode into life. I was moving involunta
rily now, like an animal. I had lost all control and was just letting go to all my desires, screaming out in total pleasure.
Yes!
Fuck, yes!
Ooooooooooooooh, FUCK ME!
This went on for what seemed like an age – certainly compared to the rather pathetic in comparison cumming I’d done previously as a man.
Finally, I felt my body returning to normal, the massive rush was over but I felt totally dazed, completely wiped out by the whole experience.
As I lay there, staring at my feminine, sexy body in the mirror, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.
Totally exhausted and rapidly losing consciousness, I had two thoughts: was it all a dream? And at the height of my orgasm was I really imagining being fucked senseless by a big strong alpha god of a man?
Either way, I would soon find out, that was for sure.
**
I walked into the gym and immediately felt muggy.
This disappointed me as I felt like I was paying enough already for this monthly subscription that I really shouldn’t have to be wondering about whether the temperature would be on point.
Jeez.
They just hadn’t got the temperature sorted in here and it was absolutely messing with my head. I already felt sweaty but hadn’t even begun my workout.
Go figure, eh.
Well, what was I going to do, I was tied in to a twelve month contract and despite this seeming incredibly dodgy to me, I trusted the counsel of someone at work who said that in certain cases a gym can in actual fact enforce a minimum contract or if not quite enforce the full length they can make sure there are enough penalty clauses whacked in there that you almost wouldn’t bother even trying to get out of it because it just wouldn’t be worth the hassle.
If that isn’t a solid case against free market capitalism I certainly don’t know what is!
But enough legal and contract babble.
All it was doing was distracting me from getting my workout going.