Sleepwalkers: Something More Comfortable

Evan sighed heavily as he trudged out of his job at the office, mentally and physically drained from a chaotic day of rushing between meetings and having to deal office fire after office fore. When he had taken the job as a supervisor he hadn't truly expected this much of a disaster; more work for sure but Evan was now having to organize a department of thirty people and be their friend, boss and babysitter all in one...as well as being the punching bag for the higher ups when projects took a turn. Too many meetings getting reamed for one project being behind schedule, another one being over budget, another one not meeting expectations, ugh, Evan longed for the days where he was just a desk jockey with ONE job, even if the pay was terrible.

The overworked man collapsed into his car and proceeded out into the afternoon rush hour traffic...which was anything but. Two hours to go a handful of miles had burnt away the last of his energy reserves and by the time he was finally at his apartment he was ready to pass out, barely making it up the stairs and closing the door behind him. He couldn't wait to slip into something much more comfortable, and was SO thankful that he had had a long weekend. Evan set down his keys, wallet and phone before falling on the couch with an enormous sigh that rapidly switched into a yawn, and as he got as comfortable as he could in his work clothes, he finally surrendered to the oblivion of sleep. Darkness wrapped around him as the world faded away...

...And reappeared in a growing, but blurry white light as his eyes slipped open once more.

"Mmm" The overworked supervisor grunted softly, and blinked away the blurriness as he sat up in the large, super comfortable bed that bedecked with pillows and plushies. Evan shook the remaining grogginess out of his brain, sending a waterfall of thick, curly brown hair into his face, which he brushed away with a small, nail topped hand. Finally free of sleep, Evan looked across the bed to the wall sized mirror and smiled at the big, beautiful woman that was grinning back, her curvy body dressed in nothing but white lingerie.

"Hello gorgeous" He giggled in a VERY feminine voice, sliding a chubby hand down his womanly face and across his huge breasts, biting his lip as he slowly rubbed one of his large nipples through the fabric of his bra. A tingle of arousal flashes through Evanstvery much female body, and it was a struggle to keep his hand away from the slit hiding between his flabby, but powerful, thighs. He shook his head once more and tore himself up off the bed, reaching with practiced ease as he donned a silky robe hanging from the back of the bedroom door and heading out into a large house that overlooked a brightening tropical beach.

It had cost a fortune to get here, but Evan wouldn't have traded it for anything the world. He didn't know how it had happened, but one day in when he was sixteen, he had woken up in the body of a stranger! And was a woman! He'd spent a whole day in a panic, locking the girl's parents out of the bedroom he'd woken up in and trying to figure out where in the world he was!

It turned out he was on the French Riviera, and was inhabiting the body of some girl named Monique! At the time she'd been remarkably thin, an 18 year old supermodel in training. Super intelligent as well, and spoke four languages! And her family was very wealthy, her father, Hanz, a German executive for an oil corporation and her mother (and where she clearly got all of her looks) was named Giselle, a French singer of some kind. When Evan had summoned up the courage (and the gnawing hunger of his new body and the biological need to use the bathroom) had gotten too much to ignore, he'd finally left the girl's VERY feminine room and ended up having to deal with both of Monique's enraged parents, furious she'd blown off an important photoshoot. Luckily, and much to his surprise, he was able to talk both the heavyset German man and the fiercely thin French woman down...Though not sure what he thought about now being fluently speaking French! Even had fumbled through the rest of the day, trying to figure out what had happened and when (or if) he’d change back...

Only to go to sleep as Monique and wake up as Evan once more! And it hadn't been a dream! Every night he'd switch to Monique's body and run her life for twelve hours on the other side of the planet! It was terrifyingly weird at first, but the more that it happened the more he got used to it. And the great thing was that no one, not even Monique herself, seemed to realize anything was even happening! Once Evan realized this, he'd starting taking full advantage of 'his' new body. He hated modeling for magazines, hated social events or being all 'proper' so had quit doing that, instead starting up an OnlyFans and doing amateur pornography. It was SO MUCH easier! Even had steered Monique down a different, easier path over first two years. Her parents, once they realized that 'Monique' wouldn't listen, eventually disowned her and all of her high society friends abandoned her.

But that hadn't stopped Evan, or Eva, as he'd legally changed Monique's name to. SHE, pointed on the directions that Evan had left her with every night, quickly used her looks to her advantage, and when Evan would go to sleep, Eva would wake up just a little more rich than the last time. Sometimes even HE slept with the men! Sex as a woman was a fascinating, thrilling experience that he had soon grown addicted to, though men weren't the only rich people out there. There were plenty of women that wanted a piece of Eva in them, and in three years Eva was one of the top paid European pornography actresses in the world! Her OnlyFans was famous outside of the Internet, and Evan enjoyed all the perks while not having to deal with any of the consequences! And he woke up in a body that was fully rested! He would just have to remember to eat before going to sleep otherwise he'd wake up wrecked.

The worst part about his life now was the daily grind that HE had to do, and eventually, being Eva felt more appropriate him than being himself. He didn't really care if he had essentially robbed some poor girl of her life and ability to self determinate, as far as he was concerned, Monique/Eva was his property. The girl wasn't entirely removed, though. Here and there Evan would wake up to find little acts of rebellion, Monique questioning her decisions and wondering why she gave up a life of culture and luxury for...this, and why she desperately wanted to mend things with her parents and old friends but could never bring herself to do so. But in the end, she would still do what Evan directed her to do.

Eventually though, the daily porn and OnlyFans grind had started to tire him out. Eva had shocked the porn world when she had announced her retirement, had spent all of her money, and moved to a tropical resort in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. And there, Evan had started working his way up the local rich executive chain as Eva, spending the bare minimum on his life as Evan and funneling the rest his paychecks to his alter ego. Though he wasn't going to shirk the wonders of 'retirement', he sent plenty of time relaxing in the sun...And pigging out on food and discovering that becoming a Big Beautiful Woman was just as great as being a skinny little twig! Better, because Eva couldceay whatever she wanted...and a remarkable amount of rich men and women were chubby chasers! But right now, Evan had initiated a relationship with the wrinkled old geezer that ran the company that EVAN worked for! He was richer than god and loved running his hands over Eva's chunky curves, and gave her anything that she wanted!

So what if Monique's little diary entries were getting darker? Her concerns were none of Eva's! She was just the substitute for the REAL person that was living a great life as a sex symbol, a sex toy, and a gorgeously chubby trophy. Evan was even thinking about seeing if the old mummy would marry her (despite Monique's disgust of him)!

But despite all the luxuries, despite all the wealth, Evan still had to get up in the morning, go to work and put out fires at his 9 to 5. The supervisor position was just to fuel what he saw as his 'real' life overseas. He hated waking g up and going to work...

But he loved coming home and getting into someone more comfortable!