BedMates™: Free Trial Pt. 1 - TG Caption

“You know, I think I'm jealous of you. You get to lay in bed all day, laze around, do nothing but nap under the comfy blankets while I’m out working.”

I said all of this to the BedMate I brought home last month, not really expecting a response. It was sometimes hard to remember that she- it wasn’t a real person. They were so lifelike it was uncanny, and they could respond verbally, but usually you'd get ‘hmmm’ or cute little burbles of noise when snuggling. Still, sometimes they would speak words or whole sentences. They must be powered by AI technology or something. I don’t know how it works, and I don’t actually care. Still, something I said must’ve triggered her- it’s programming, because two sleepy eyes focused on me with a level of intensity I hadn’t seen before, and she smiled mischievously.

“You can try it if you want to. BedMates has a 24-hour free trial program for interested clients like yourself."

“Wow, that’s the most you've ever said. A free trial period, huh? How exactly does that work? What, do I get to go sleep in some cutie's bed, do nothing but wait for her to hop in with me? Wait, are there even male BedMates? I’ve only seen female models in advertisements." I waited for a response, but got nothing more than the same happy smile and strangely alert expression until…

"Would you like to participate in the 24-hour free trial?”

I snorted. This was ridiculous, but what did I have to lose? “Sure,” I said. “I’ll be some rich lady's bed-bound boy toy for a day.”

Somehow, the intensity in my BedMate's eyes increased, and I was drawn into the veritable kaleidoscope of colors filling each iris. My vision narrowed until there was nothing but her eyes, and I fell forward into the broken spinning rainbow.

"Phew! That’s a relief. As awesome as it is to be fuzzy brained and blissed out all the time, it’s nice to take a break too. Now, you just lie there and don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got enough of your memories rattling around in here to get through the day, and when I get back, I’ll pay you some extra special attention!"

I would have said something in response if I was capable of thinking clearly. I probably would’ve said a lot, but I was so very sleepy. “Hmmmm?” I tried, but my old body was already out of the room. Part of me wanted to get up and follow but…

[You belong in bed. You are happy in bed. You are a BedMate.]

But something held me back. I really should stay in bed, and anyway, I felt absolutely amazing. I was barely able to process the fact that I was now inside my BedMate's very female, very sensitive body. It was just so hard to think, to concentrate for more than a few seconds. It was so much easier to stop worrying and feel.

All over comforting warmth under layers of fluffy blankets...

Silken sheets pulled taut against swollen nipples...

Wispy lingerie bunched between my legs, only that and nothing else...

I squeezed my legs again and again, and bulging, thick thighs pressed together with nothing trapped in between. I explored with my hands alone, allowing heavy eyelids to close. Long nails lightly scraped my soft skin as they quested from place to place, brushing a nipple here, fondling a breast there, but my goal was always in mind. That empty area between my legs ached for attention in a new and very different way. Careful of the nails, I ran my fingers up and down surprisingly moist peaks and valleys of skin, but it wasn't enough. I couldn't reach. I needed something more, something inside. Before I could explore further, I was overtaken by a wave of lethargy. My entire body stretched involuntarily, and I mewled like a kitten as I shifted back down into the comforter. I was so tired, and the bed was so warm. I would rest for just a minute, then explore more when I woke up. As the world dimmed, a thought filled my muddled mind.

I wish there was someone here to snuggle with me...

Part 2