For some people, vacations just weren’t fun or relaxing, or they only seemed to allow themselves to have fun and relax about a day before they had to go back to real life. But this wasn’t so much the case for many of the guests and even the staff at Swelling Waters Resort, located on its own privately owned island just off the coast of Hawaii.
What made them different? A lot of your choice and responsibility could be signed over to your host or hostess to worry about. Given the nature of the unique experiences offered by the resort, it really couldn’t be any other way because if you bought a vacation package there it was very likely you’d end up AS someone’s package.
At least that was the short, cute way of saying it.
If you went to Swelling Waters, you did so because you wanted to experience a simple, sexual existence. Newly arrived guests were presented with a checklist where they would find a buffet of options for their temporary new body and host, with very few incompatibilities and many interesting combinations.
The first and most popular choice for guests of all backgrounds was to spend their time at the resort as someone’s cock and balls. Individual experienced could be tailored to be anywhere from orgiastic to downright asexual and hosts and hostesses there were quite used to unusual fantasies.
The distant second most popular choice was life as someone’s pussy. It was just as customizable and varied as being a cock, but arguably more peaceful because you weren’t being constantly bounced around and adjusted (unless you wanted it).
The third most popular and also most complicated and waiver heavy option was to experience being a sperm. For guests who liked to live dangerously, they could trust their very existence to someone else and enjoy an almost carefree existence wriggling around in someone’s balls. Cock cages were all but compulsory for the host or hostess to wear for that extra layer of security, but one needed only to check a box to decline it. Orgasm wasn’t a definite death sentence due to the special safety precautions staff took with these rarest of guests, but every year saw at least one person end their life as a stain on something or someone.
But that was life for you!
A new guest stood now before the lobby of the tall hotel tower of Swelling Waters. Inside, a number of experiences offered nowhere else in the world.