Bara's inanimate transformation cruise

NSFW 18+ transformation fiction.

[artificial-transmutations]

Hmmm this site is kinda weird but let’s give it a go I guess.

Bio: I’m a gay guy in my 30s and a beginner bodybuilder so I’ve got some good muscle but not huge yet and stage ready yet. I’m not really hairy either and have pretty pasty white skin from living so far north. Hehe

Item: I really need to go through my clothes cause I have to many and as I have gotten bigger I’m starting to out grow stuff. My bathing suit is definitely to tight for me now so I wouldn’t mind renting that out to someone for the summer.

Duration: Probably like 4 months or so you know? Just in time for the weather to warm up and get enjoyed.

Special requests: The bathing suit is pretty short so the guy who rents it might have to be gay as well or just another bodybuilder who wants to show off his legs.

Rent-A-Thing — Seasonal Exchange

You have to work on Saturdays, so you force yourself out of bed early. It's cold for April, but at least you still have a job. In a few weeks, seasonal workers like you will be laid off until fall. Nobody needs a ski lift operator in the summer.

The deluge of tourists has already slowed down to a trickle. It's too warm and the slopes are 50% slush. Only a few die-hard tourists and a few locals still go up the mountain.

Your job is neither especially interesting nor particularly difficult. All you have to do is stand at the entrance to the gondola lift and sell tickets, and give instructions to the tourists.

At least there's eye-candy. Wrapped up in thick winter clothing, it's hard to tell often enough, but during the prime season, you usually see a handful of ridiculously attractive male tourists, often scandalously ill-equipped for the weather. Now, during the off-season, most are older or more appropriately dressed. Still, there are exceptions, and today, one of them approaches the lift.

He's not a local, or at least not one you've seen before. He's tall and muscular, even more so than yourself, and his tight-fitting shirt does little to hide his rich chocolate skin.

"Morning," you greet him. He's the only one here this early.

"Hey. Just the one ticket," he says. He has a deep voice and an unfamiliar accent. Probably not Canadian. You give him the ticket and open the gondola, and you can't help but watch his sculpted ass move as he enters it.

"Thanks," he says. "Name's Mateo, by the way."

He holds your gaze, and you tell him your name. He repeats it, almost savoring the sound. Then, the lift departs, and he breaks eye contact. Wild.

You shake your head and are ready to continue your exciting day of waiting when suddenly your phone chimes.

"Contract accepted. Pick up in 30 minutes. Contract owner: Mateo."

Wait. What?! You glance up, but the gondola is already out of sight. There's no way it's that Mateo, right? Still, the timing would check out. The lift needs 15 minutes, 5-10 minutes for the descent, then a few minutes to walk back to the lift.

Fuck. Your cock stirs in your pants. Imagining Mateo in your old swim trunks is hot. There's just one problem: there is absolutely no way you'll be able to get the thing from your home in the next half hour. Not even if you didn't care about getting fired. But perhaps — if it's this Mateo — you can exchange numbers, and he could pick it up later. That'd be a smooth way to get his number, too.

Thirty minutes pass slowly as hell. There are two more customers, a couple, but you barely pay attention to them. Finally, a single figure approaches, with a pearly grin on his dark face. Mateo.

"Hey again," he says. The grin is even wider than before. And perhaps a bit predatory?

"Got any interesting messages?"

He nods at the phone, which is still in your hand. Oh, it's him, alright.

"Depends. Did you send any?"

"What if I did?"

Mateo knows exactly what he's doing to you, and you're just glad he can't see how your dick responds through the layers of warm clothes.

"So, you want to rent my swim trunks?" you ask bluntly.

An amused glint you can't quite place crosses his eyes. They're dark and rich.

"In a way."

"Well, I don't have them here," you say. "But we could meet up after work at my apartment."

"Na. My flight leaves in a few hours. Just enjoying the last few hours until work starts again."

"What do you do?" you ask, and try not to show your disappointment.

"Same as you. Tourism. Seasonal. I'm a beach barkeeper back at the DR."

"Beach... barkeeper. Yeah, I can see that."

He grins again.

"Want to come?"

"Huh? Where?" you ask, confused.

Mateo rolls his eyes and shows his phone. There's a big green button that says "Claim".

"Cute. Right now? Into the next gondola to give me a blowjob on the way up. After that, to the beach. Wrapped around my dick. You're not giving me some of your swim trunks; you signed up to become a pair. For me. You're game?"

You freeze and try to remember what you put on the website. A few months if you remember correctly. Basically, an extended summer vacation. Where you don't have to eat, and earn money and... fuck. Mateo.

"I'm game," you say with enthusiasm. You didn't think something like that would be possible, but fuck, the thought of yourself wrapped around that guy's junk is intoxicating.

"Good."

He presses the button. "I think that's our gondola."

You follow him into the gondola and wait for it to start its ascend. Without waiting longer, Mateo wiggles out of his thermal pants and gives his huge, erect cock a few lazy strokes.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Your gaze is fixed on the organ in front of you. Even more so than it'd be normally. Everything else fades into the background. You drop to your knees and approach, but Mateo nuzzles you away.

"Hey. Strip first. I don't want to sort out your clothes when you're done."

Right. Strip. You quickly shed your clothes, shivering badly from the cold.

"Wallet, phone, and valuables," Mateo demands, and you hand them to him without hesitation. He carefully pockets the stuff before taking your clothes and throwing them overboard. You look at him wide-eyed, but he just shrugs.

"Just making it easier for you to explain in a few months. Now, why aren't you sucking?"

It's cold. But somehow, Mateo's voice is enough to drown out the chill. Actually, no. It's not cold anymore. Strange. It's as if you've lost the ability to feel the cold. You lean forward and wrap your lips around the tip of the magnificent cock in front of you.

"Oh, damn. You're already so much softer than my usual trunks."

His words are like a drug. You want to make him happy, so you can hear more. More about being his. Absentmindedly, you realize he's right. Your skin feels soft and almost silky. It's an incredible feeling, and it gets better by the second.

Your mouth sinks down further and further. You can't stop, and both his hands on the back of your head guide you deeper. Normally, you're notoriously bad at deep-throating, but somehow, despite the rod's size, it's not a problem. You notice only from your lips touching the skin at the base that you have taken his entire length. Suddenly, he pulls you back by your hair.

"Hey. You're changing too fast. Give me a blowjob first. I don't want to do all the work myself."

Right. You nod and take him back into your mouth. This time, you use your tongue and bob on his cock up and down, which he acknowledges with a soft moan.

"That's right... Come on, faster. You're already shrinking."

He's right. It's like a reflex you have no control over. It's getting harder to concentrate, but you focus all your willpower on the task.

"Oh, man, that's hot," Mateo moans and pulls his phone out of his pocket, taking a picture of you, no doubt in mid-change from human man to fabric swimming trunks.

"I can't wait to have you wrapped around my cock."

He doesn't have to. Your face is already flushed with his crotch, and your legs have melted away into a shapeless, blob-like mass. Your entire body is colorful in a stitched-together pattern. With every ounce of willpower you have, you keep sucking him off, even as your arms wrap around his waist and merge into elastic rubber. You've got a job to do.

"Damn. Look at you. Just a little more," Mateo encourages. He sounds horny, and a wave of pride goes through you. He likes the blowjob, even though your lips have changed into the same soft, stretchy material as the rest of you. You're really light now, and the rest of your body has melted in-between his legs, looking scandalously short on his massive thighs. You double down once more as you feel your tongue dissolve.

"Fuck yeah," he grunts. "Fuck!"

With another throb, his cock spasms and shoots his load into your mouth pouch. Just in time. There's nothing left of you. You are his swim trunks now, and nothing more.

You can feel his cock go soft slowly in the dampness he has created in you, before pulling his pants back on and shouldering his skis. Fuck, this is going to be the best summer of your life, on a Dominican beach, wrapped around the junk of a sexy barkeeper. Who knows, perhaps Mateo wants to spend the next winter as your thermal underwear?

Wow, that sounds like a great agreement! Perhaps even a mutual one! In any case, swim trunks is gone from the list! Check this for the first part with the explanation!

[artificial-transmutations]

Bio:30-year-old white guy from Eastern Europe, 185 cm tall, brown eyes, short brown hair with that classic round bald spot on top that makes me look like I gave up on hair a couple years too early. Life’s been the same boring loop—office, couch, repeat—and I’m fucking tired of it. Looking for something completely different, even if it’s ridiculous. Open to whatever shakes me out of this rut.

Profile picture description:Just a quick selfie I took last month: me in a plain black t-shirt, half-smiling at the camera in my dim living room, bags under my eyes but still that “yeah whatever, let’s see” look. Nothing fancy, no filters.

Selected item (under “Other, specify”):A living pair of swim briefs — tight speedo-style garment, the kind that hugs everything and leaves nothing to the imagination. I want to BE the swim briefs for the renter.

Duration:2 full days (a weekend — Friday night through Sunday night)

Special requests field:Surprise me. I don’t care who rents me or what they do as long as they treat me exactly like an object — no talking to me like a person, no mercy, full immersion. Use me for swimming, lounging, whatever the hell you want. I’m just fabric and elastic once the contract starts. Let’s make this the weirdest, hottest weekend of my boring life

Sent.

This one deserves a bit of a content warning, because, as the prompt might have given away, it's a bit dub-con.

Rent-A-Thing — Just a speedo

You understand the purpose of the website perfectly when you fill out the profile, even though it's just a joke. When you finally shut down your computer, you sigh and look around the now dark room. You really, really wish something like that could be real. The thought of being reduced to nothing but fabric and elastics wrapped around the junk of... well, anyone, really... is oddly intriguing. Worse, it'd probably be more interesting than your life is now.

You have grown half-hard thinking about the fantasy, but when you fall into bed, you're much too tired to do anything about it. You drift to sleep peacefully. Your phone is set to silent, so you don't even hear the chime of the app a few moments after you closed your eyes.

When you wake up, it's still dark, and for a moment, you are disoriented. Why are you awake? Then, you hear it again: a rustling sound at your apartment door, as if someone is fumbling with a key.

You can feel your pulse in your throat as you get out of bed, wearing only boxer shorts, and sneak to the door. There's someone outside fiddling with the lock. But you didn't give your key to anyone. Someone's trying to break in!

Your phone is still in your bedroom. You just need to go back and call the police, and then, perhaps, barricade in your bedroom until they arrive. Suddenly, you hear muffled voices from outside.

"What's taking so long?"

The voice is male and impatient, and another man answers, the scratching noise stopping momentarily as he whispers.

"Shut the fuck up, Sascha. If you hadn't lost your stuff in some guy's apartment, neither of us would need to be here in the middle of the night. What did you lose, anyway?"

There's a moment of silence with only your heartbeat in your ears.

"I didn't say I lost anything. I said I need you to help me get my stuff. It's a speedo." Sascha says.

"A fucking speedo? Really? That's why you woke me up?"

The other man's voice is getting agitated.

"Just open the fucking door and you'll see. It's worth it, I promise."

Only when the lock clicks do you unfreeze. Wait. What? Speedo? Memories from the evening bubble up when the door flies open and the light switch is flipped. Your eyes take a moment to adjust when you see the man, Sascha, presumably. Eastern European, bulky build, a next-to-cruel sneer on his face.

"There it is!" he says, pointing right at you.

The other man, behind him and shorter, looks at you.

"Sascha, what the fuck are you talking about? That's a guy!"

"Not for long," Sascha says and presses a button on his phone before sauntering over. "The way I see it, this is a speedo. My speedo. Isn't that right?"

The last question might have been addressed to you, but you can't move and can't answer. You're standing with your back to the wall, wearing only your boxer shorts, and despite all, getting hard right in front of the two men who just broke into your apartment.

"Is that some kind of sick role-play?" the shorter one asks, having apparently noticed your predicament, but Sascha doesn't answer. Without hesitation or shame, he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his dark jeans, exposing an untrimmed groin with a sizable dick. He walks up to you and presses your face to his privates without so much as acknowledging you. With the other hand, he shoves down your boxers with so much force that he might as well have ripped them off.

"There's this website where weirdos beg for people to use them as property," Sascha explains to his friend, while holding you in place without mercy. The smell of his groin is intoxicating, and somehow, the way he totally ignores you makes you even more horny.

"Me and my girl are going on some wellness spa weekend shit, and I don't have any swimwear."

"But that's a guy! What are you doing with him?" the other man protests. Sascha shrugs.

"It. Those weirdos aren't really human, anyway. That? That's just a speedo, almost making a mess because it's about to look like one."

With casual force, he pries open your mouth and puts his dick into it. Your head feels hollow and stretchy, as it snaps to the organ's contours. Next, he grabs your legs, pulling them together and tunneling them between his own ones until your entire shrinking body is snug against his groin. Even if you wanted to, you can't do anything as your legs fuse together and turn into the same smooth elastic material as your upper body.

"Shit, that's kind of hot," the other man comments, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see him working on his crotch. Sascha turns toward him.

"You think so? Didn't take you for one of those perverts. Rent a thing. That's the website. Fucking thing."

Meanwhile, your entire body has flattened to one single layer of blue elastic fabric, permeated by the essence of Sascha's groin. He secures your arms around his waist, where they merge instantly and slap against Sascha's muscular sides. A white logo forms on the front, like a branding on your elastic skin. He presses your head again, and any excess volume deflates as if he is letting the air out.

Your hair folds into the waistband at the front, and that's that. You're a speedo. Nothing more. Sascha pulls his pants up without having acknowledged you as a person even once.

You can hear muffled conversations outside, and finally, feel the movements of Sascha's powerful ass. The vibrations of the loud rap music in his car. Then, a momentary glimpse of light as he strips, discarding you in a heap next to his bed without a second thought. As you lie there, you can't wait for the weekend, and imagine all the things Sascha will do with you wrapped around him. Not acknowledging you, just wearing you. One thing is certain: all this is going to feed your spank bank for years.

This has been a fun write, thanks for the ask! Now, speedo is gone, and I encourage everyone who wants to participate to look beyond the clothing section! :) Here's the first part with the explanation.

[gayvkul99]

[btmguy69]

[anon-sect]

Alex laid back, taking in the sun. He could still hear his swimwear complaining in his mind. Also, the slight movement from it as well told him his swimwear wasn't comfortable with its condition.

"Will you stop complaining and moving around down there. You lost our little bet, and I got to turn you into my swimwear." Alex spoke mentally to his swimwear wrapped around his waist.

"But it was only to be for a day, Alex. You have kept me for two weeks now." Jack pleaded with his friend to release him. He did lose their bet, but he was just to be a transformed object for one day only. Alex was still using him two weeks later.

"Yeah, I know, but you kept complaining so much on that one day, I just kept you like this. Actually, if you stop complaining, I might be willing to turn you back, but that is the only condition. Not one complaint and no moving around. Just be a plain dumb pair of swimwear." Alex mentally told Jack.

"But you have jerked off in me over several times. Your hard on stretches my face often as well. I can't take it anymore. Transform me back to normal now." Jack demanded. He had enough.

"I guess you might have to stay my property then, since you can stop complaining or moving around. It's you stuck as swimwear not me. If you want to be released, you know what you have to do. No need me saying it anymore." Alex told him as he just relaxed. He felt his swimwear stop fidgeting and go completely silent. Not one word came from his swimwear. "You finally understand, buddy. Now just stay like this and I promise you will be human in again soon. But if i hear one more complaint or you move around down their in defiance, you will be stuck this way forever. Remember that." He spoke mentally back to his swimwear.

Alex already knew that Jack was stuck this way, but he wanted to play on his emotions and give him some sense of false hope. Ever since ejaculation, his cum made the transformation permanent. There was no way to restore his buddy back to normal, but that didn't mean he could make some fun of it. Making Jack obey him as just property was the fun part. At least he got a permanent durable swimwear that will last for ages.

[tf-boi]

I got a new job where I wear socks 24/7. Sound too good to be true? Not really, this rich nepo baby paid me to transform him to my socks and wear him. Pays great, easy job, and I get to stay in his luxury apartment rent free. Only time I actually have to work are on Sundays. That day I transform him back, we fuck to relieve his stress he built up over the week, and he tells me what kind of socks he wants to be transformed into this week. Sometimes he has some requests and he asks me to do something that week. Last week he had me wear him and go to the gym for the week. Its really not that bad. The only odd thing is sometimes he has to go on calls or meetings on Zoom for his actual job. During that time, I transform his upper half back or even just his face if its just a conference call. Best part is, he is letting me start a side gig. Anyone want to pay me to let you be my underwear?

[inanimatetffantasies]

If you could turn me into anything what would it be and how would you use me?

would love to hear all your answers so please answer :D

[baranchik3]

It would be interesting to turn such a person into a list of things:

- of course, the usual black polo team speedos pair with a college logo and players number for some swimmer dude who does not suspect that we replaced his usual swimsuit with you. He is gonna use your every day at practice and as everyday underwear;

- also I would like to change you into nice blue one-piece swimsuit for a curvy Asian girl who's take place in kinky sex swimsuit pool parties. You will be soaked in a lot of male and female body fluids after the first use;

- a leather belt which I can donate to some musky hairy gay guy who's works as forklift driver at a construction site. Every day he sweats terribly and all his clothes require washing and cleaning, including you. But do you know at least one man who would wash his leather belt regularly?

- I can change your form into kinky shiny rubber bodysuit with attached hood, feet and gloves. Also you will be equipped with zippers on mouth, crotch and eyes. Your size is intended for someone of short stature, approximately 150-160 centimeters. I'll let some playful guy put you on for our fun. I will pack both of you in a small suitcase and take you on a train in my luggage far, far away;

- Since I love turning people into objects and then giving them away to unsuspecting new owners for temporary or permanent use, I will turn you into a branded pair of jeans for the for a Second Hand Store. You'll be a classic pair of jeans that older men love and I really hope you end up with some scruffy owner;

- our local junior cross-country ski team needs new lycra racing ski suits. I will change you into white-yellow one-piece warm suit with a zipper on a chest. You will not have a specific owner or carrier, and every time the coach will give you to one of his wards;

Or something else pathetic, undistinguishable, unhuman and small....

[baranchik3]

- So. You are sure? This one, worn by Stas?

-Of course I am not sure! They are all the same!

- This is your last attempt to guess your wife. She clearly said that you must guess her in any guise before she asked to blend into our team speedos pile as one of swimsuits. Even we don't know which of these speedos were your wife.

- I know this! But I didn't think she'd turn herself into one of the local swim team's swimsuits!

- We have the last portion of magic powder left, think better. The next batch will arrive in six months.

- This doesn't help me!

- At worst, it will be in the good hands of one of us until you buy new powder.

- You know what? Fuck it all!! I'm tired of these games and tests! I want a calm relationship and not guess my wife among the yellow speedos. You can keep it for yourselves! Fuck it! If she so wanted to be on the waist of one of the swimmers, let her stay forever!

[baranchik3]

- Hey, you. Know your place, speedo. Your contract isn't over yet! You knew what you agreed to when you borrowed 1000 bucks from me and knew that you couldn’t pay them back on time.

- Over more twitch, tug or word and you will stay with me for another two months. Understood? Totally quiet, still and absorbent speedo will return to his worthless human life in three weeks. Without debts and with a clear conscience. An annoying swimsuit can end up at the bottom of my wardrobe for several years. Did we understand each other?

- ........

- I'll count that as a yes. It's so cool to have comfortable speedo for a everyday wear.

[baranchik3]

Another lovely caption by Ferrocksyll

[baranchik3]

The guess game

Nicholas was standing in the arrivals area at the airport of a Caribbean island. He and his friends planned an unforgettable and coolest trip of all time. Nicolas arrived two days early because there was cheap ticket, and at the same time he found a great bungalow for everyone. Where he will be accommodated, the girls and three guys. In general, their whole party of six people. The bungalow was right on the beach. Small but decent house.

The plane had already landed and Nicholas was waiting to see some of the familiar faces. He wondered if they had taken tickets for all five, or how last time someone would fly in alone, and the rest with him, but in a slightly modified form. Chronovac was not yet very popular, and very few people knew about it. But in the company of guys, Mike a year ago suggested that everyone try various harmless transformations. And since then, the use of this magical application has made all the meetings of the six different from each other.

For example, one day Lizzy came home and found five of her clones at home, dressed in the same clothes. An innocent prank turned into a hot orgy in an hour. Or Denis's proposal to arrange a bodybuilding competition, as a result of which the friends split into two triples and three merged together, leaving two hot muscular men at home ready for experiments.

There were other experiments, for example with the transformation into clothes. So, Nicholas got ready for a run one morning and put on his favorite sneakers, lycra shorts and some athletic briefs under them. Having run out into the street, the guy did not understand why he was experiencing terrible scabies. His feet itched, his ass itched and, most uncomfortable, his penis and balls itched too. He already had time to think that he had contracted a skin disease and urgently returned home. He pulled off his clothes and threw everything at once into the washing machine, and he himself went to take a shower and make an appointment with the doctor. After a shower, nothing itched. He pulled wet sneakers, socks, shorts and briefs out of the washer and before he could carry them to the dryer, he almost fell from the sudden weight. Of the five items in the pelvis, five of his friends were right in front of him. It was one of the craziest pranks ever. His friends decided to turn themselves into his running gear just to have fun with him! They soaked up his sweat, smelled and rubbed against his private parts only to intentionally irritate his skin with scabies. It was incredible, creepy, but at the same time extremely cool and funny in the end. Nicholas was offended at first, but then, along with the others, he likes to remember this joke.

Today he stood in the arrivals area and waited for someone to come out. Will it be Mike carrying his friends as a credit cards in a wallet? Or will it be Lizzy and Amber, while Mike, Tom and Denis will be their suitcases? Or maybe they decide to shrunk and Tom will carry his four friends through a 10-hour flight in his pants, sandwiched between a dick and a tight fabric? Or will Denis fulfill his lifelong dream and turn Lizzy and Amber into one sock and Tom and Denis into another? In general, there were so many options that it was impossible to count. In these erotic fantasies, Nicholas did not notice how almost all the passengers got off the plane. The last of them were coming out through the doors, two extended families held back by children, and a handsome, fit guy with bronzed tan and sunglasses. Nicholas only had time to think about why such a handsome man had such a huge suitcase, as this guy looked around at those who met him, spotted Nicholas and went straight to him.

"Good afternoon. Can you tell me where to find a good bungalow for six people? I am here for the first time. Never been at islands. You know. "

Nicholas was a little taken aback by the appeal and at first did not understand the hint and prepared to answer, but then he stopped and took a closer look. No, it's definitely not one of his friends. He went through passport control, and no one has fake documents for such a guy. Or are they really his friends?

The stranger saw the confusion in his eyes and laughed.

“Yes, you guessed right! I've arrived, Nicholas! I'm glad to see you! Are you glad to see your friend Gio?”. The guy hugged Nicholas and they happily patted each other on the shoulders.

"Eeemm. I already thought you weren't coming on that flight. But by the way ... and who are you? Well, that is, now I realized that I met my .... Friend… But yesterday, who were you from our company?”

“And this, my friend, is a big secret! I'll tell you when we get to your bungalow. But I'm very hungry. We will stop by a restaurant on the way. The food on the plane was disgusting. I'll eat a serving for five!" Gio said and they moved to the exit of the terminal side by side with Nicholas as old friends.

“But are the others even with you? What did you turn them into? Glasses? Your shirt? Nicholas asked with a little chuckle.

“What are the others? What are you talking about?" Gio put his finger to his lips and said "Shhh". He winked and continued walking forward.

Nicholas stopped for a second, letting Gio go ahead. It was definitely one of his friends. And he certainly brought the rest with him. But such acting was the first time in their adventures. It was something new and definitely exciting. Nicholas looked at the guy walking forward. He was wearing black trousers and a black shirt, and he was pushing a large suitcase behind him. And Nicholas decided to play along with Gio in this scene. Because it was so funny! Some of his possessions are his friends, silently fulfilling their role. And this Gio is also one of his friends! Quiet Lizzy or jock Tom? Maybe it was Mike? The guessing game promised to make this day not boring.

Nicholas came out of his stupor and began to catch up with Gio, who had gone to the terminal doors

"Wait, Gio! You'll be roasted in black clothes! Moreover, I came here not by taxi, but by moped!”

To be continued...

[baranchik3]

Lovely caption by ferrocksyll from DeviantArt

[tf-boi]

Requested by @baranchik3

“Another day at the gym” Cody says to himself, a slim fit young man running on the treadmill. He often stays at the gym for hours but also disappears for weeks as well. The staff knows him and reserves a locker for him.

As Cody does his run on the treadmill, he notices a more built man taking glances at him.

“Ughh…great…” Cody thought, not paying him much attention. There was a certain type of man Cody normally goes for and this man didn’t meet his standards.

After a good 30 minutes of running, he notices the man has moved from lifting weights to running besides Cody.

“Nice day for a run, huh?” The man said in a cheery voice.

Silence, Cody did his best to ignore him.

“Not much of a talker are you?” 

“…”

“You’re pretty cute.”

“Thanks…” Cody said without thinking 

“Crap… “ Cody thought, realizing what he has done.

“So you can talk!” The grizzly man says cheerfully. “Name’s Jim, yours?”

“…Keith… “ Cody lied, one of the aliases he uses when he is not interested.

“I’m going for a swim after this you interested?”

“Sorry I forgot my swimsuit.”

“Oh same here. Looking to get a new one for today.”

“Oh one of those guys…” Cody thought.

Cody, annoyed, walked into the shower room, planning on calling one of his usuals after just to get away from Jim.

Turning on the showers Cody steps in, only to see Keith in the shower next to him.

“Look Keith, you’re cute and I’m just gonna say it… I’m in the market for a new sugar baby. Interested?”

Cody looked shocked “Uhhh…thanks…pretty young to be a daddy though?”

Jim chuckled “Thanks for that! I’m not too much older than you probably but nonetheless I’m looking for someone like you.”

Cody, not sure why he was answering now took a good look at Jim. Jim wasn’t very muscular but his bod was still pretty good, and he is packing a monster rocket.

“You’re not my usual type…” Cody said, pretending not to be interested

“Oh? So you’re an experienced sugar baby?”

“I prefer the term… ‘professional house boyfriend’”. Cody said looking away.

“Well I’ll hire you then!” Jim says with a smirk “I’ll give you $500 a day for an allowance, an extra $300 every time we do extra “stuff”.

“$500?!” Cody thought “Well best case I can make a quick buck…worse case, I get that giant monster in me…I guess…” Cody said rolling his eyes, not believing what he is about to do.

“Uhhh…I guess…for a bit…Daddy.” Cody said smirking.

Jim grinned, the young ones always go for the money.

Jim put his hand on Cody’s shoulder leading him to the locker room. He opens his locker and pulls out a stack of cash and hands it to Cody. Cody grabs it and starts counting “100, 200, 300…800? A little forward aren’t we?” Cody says opening his locker and putting the cash in his bag.

“Little it, but hey, people stop playing hard to get after the first time. Plus you don’t seem to mind so much.”

“Score…” Cody thought. “Soo where to?”

“Well gotta go on my morning swim…and looks like you’ll be fixing my speedo problem.” 

“Great…” Cody thought, this wasn’t his first rodeo but he was hoping he wouldn’t have to do it today.

The pair walk back into the showers and Jim only needed to point down for Cody to know what to do. He opened his mouth wide and started sucking on Jim’s massive shaft, his mouth barely able to fit the massive girth. 

“Thats good, but I need you to really get in there!” Jim says, shoving his cock into Cody’s mouth, hes pertty sure half of it went down Cody’s throat as he gags a bit, but surprisingly keeping it together.

“Mmm mmmm” Cody says, enjoying Jim’s fat cock. Massaging it with both his tongue and his throat, he was shocked that he could still breath with Jim’s dick that deep in him. 

Jim puts his massive hands on the sides of Cody’s head and starts to face fuck Cody.

“Unnnf unnnn” Cody moaned as he was getting his brains fucked out of him. A warm feeling fills his body, his cock becoming erect and he feels the warm precum of Jim go down his throat. Cody wrapping his tongue around Jim’s shaft, licking every inch of his salty meat. The shower water hitting their bodies put Cody into a trance of moaning, and sucking as his face gets fucked harder and harder by Jim. 

“You’re a good boy aren’t you? And good boys listens to daddy right?” Jim says looking down on Cody.

“Cody only cold nod in agreement as Jim pouds Cody’s face more with his cock.

“So be a good boy and don’t resist… “

Cody nodded again.

With that he felt a large surge of warm liquid enter his body, him moaning as he accepts Jim’s load into him. His stomach stretches and expands to look like he is 9months pregnant when Jim is done.

“You liked that didn’t you?” Jim said looking at the stream of cum flow out of Cody’s own cock and into the shower drain.

Cody tries to gasp for air and notices he couldn’t move his jaw. Infact he couldn’t move his body as a warm sensation fills his body.

Cody feels his body slowly deflate and flatten his limbs dangling as his mouth hangs on Jim’s dick, stuck to it like glue.

“Oh…guess its kinda hard to change you when you are so full… Jim says as he steps on Cody’s back, Jim’s load flowing freely out of Cody’s dick, ass, nose, and ears.

Cody moaned again at the sensation of the hot sticky liquid exiting his body. Eventually all of Jim’s cum flows out of him leaving, Cody a flat body, which then moves on its own to wrap itself around Jim’s waist and crotch, his skin changing to black polyester with 2 grey stripes. His body forming into a tight fitting speedo for Jim.

“Ohhh a speedo! Nice! My last one turned into a pair of trunks but I like you more! You fit perfectly for my crotch and balls! Maybe I’ll wear you all the time!” Jim says, rubbing his dick in its new home. “Maybe we’ll start with a week, hows that sound?”

Cody used what little mobility he has left to press against Jims cock and shake it side to side as to say “No”

“Oho? More?” Jim asked.

Cody moved Jim’s dick as if to say yes.

“How bout a month?” Jim said rubbing Cody.

Again, yes.

“Thats a good boy, don’t worry I’ll always have you on me! I’ll be sure to keep track of your allowance and your “bonus”…and if you start to tear up before the month  is over, I’ll merge with my kid to keep you patched up.”

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Request for @baranchik3

Blake decided to go visit with his neighbor Alex, across the street. It had been a few days since they last talked. Alex was handsome jock that was a manager over local computer comany in the city. Many times, both of them would chill and watch a game at his house.

Blake knocked on Alex door, and waited for him to reply back. It was thirty seconds later that the door. Blake noticed that Alex seemed to be in a bit of a rush. "Just wanted to come by and chat if you werent' busy." Blake spoke. Alex was in a tiny bit of a rush, but he had a little time for his neighbor. "Sure come on in as long as you don't mind walking and talking at the same time." Alex spoke back and invited him in.

Blake followed Alex to his bedroom, where he saw a couple of suitcases were packed along with a travel bag. "I see you are heading out somewhere." Blake noticed. "Yeah, I had planned a month vacation in Europe, and I leave out today." Blake spoke back while checking his suitcases one more time to see that he had everything packed. "That sounds awesome. I have never been to Europe. I wish I could come with you." He commented.

Alex then noticed he left out the speedos. His last pair were totally ruined, and he forgot to go by a new pair. Unfortnantly, the cab would be arriving in twenty-five minutes, and there wasn't enough time to go shopping for a new pair. Hearing his neighbor wish he could come with him gave him an idea on how he could have a pair of speedos without going shopping for one.

"Actually you can." Alex spoke as went to his drawer and pulled out this transformation device. "Sorry about this, but I don't have time to explain, but I really need a pair of speedos in a hurry." Alex pointed the device at Blake, and punched in the transformation setting. One blast and Blake was already feeling the effect. Alex watched as Blake shrunk rapidly in size while his body began to morph and hallow out. His skin turned blue with white stripes on the side. When it was all done, a fresh new pair of speedos were on the floor where Blake once stood.

"I know going to Europe as human would have been your idea, but I can't go shopping for speedos at the moment. Since you want to go with me for my month vacation, you can be my speedos. I promise to turn you back when I get back. Till then, enjoy my body." Alex spoke to his speedos. He was about to pack it till he decided he wanted to see how comfortable his neighbor was. He took off his shoes, pants and underwear, and slip on his new speedos. The comfort was beyond his imagination. Normal speedos weren't this comfortable, Alex thought. He put his pants and shoes back on, and continued to get ready for his trip.

Blake was highly pissed off. He found himself totally against his will, being turned into his neighbor's article of clothing. He could not call out for help, and no one would believe it if he told someone he turned his neighbor into speedos. The feelings toward his situation got even worse when he felt Alex's legs slid into him. Blake realized his face was turned inward when he saw Alex's manhood pressed up against it. He wanted to cry out for help or even plea for mercy, but having not the ability to do so meant that Alex would not know what torture he was placed in. He felt Alex press up against his manhood. It was all being smeared over his face, and Blake was disgusted with it. He always thought Alex had good looking body, but he wasn't interested in it that way. Blake himself was straight. Now he found himself wrapped around another dude's mid section. He had to get Alex's attention. He tried in some way to move as he heard the pants coming up and ziipped; trapping him around Alex's waist and manhood.

Alex felt the speedos wiggle and move a little. It was starting to arouse him. "Try as you might, you are going with me, neighbor, as my speedos. All your wiggling just make me sexually happy." He laughed at Blake's attempt. Living speedos was a unique experience. Alex then decided that his neighbor might need to spend a little longer than a month as speedos.

ONE YEAR LATER.............

Alex stepped out of the waters, he felt the wiggling and squirming of his speedos. After all this time, poor Blake was still resisting being his property. He should have learned by now, he was stuck this way. Alex enjoyed having living speedos during his vacation, and decided to keep Blake this way for good. In a way, he was glad Blake was not giving up being human again. His resistance felt good around his waist. "Keep trying Blake, because you are making your master very happy." Alex just smiled looking down towards his speedos.

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I love it!

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Oh shit! Completely forgot!

Dan went down the slide at his favorite water park, got out of the pool and stopped abruptly.

"Damn! I completely forgot about my sister and her boyfriend."

Dan came to the water park and had to turn his new fake swimming trunks and swimcap into his sister Nat and her boyfriend. Dan didn't even remember his name. The plan was that this way they would save on tickets and once they got inside the territory, Dan would turn them back. But he completely forgot to do this and went for a swim alone. It's been almost 4 hours since when he suddenly remembered what he forgot to do.

Dan decided that there was less than an hour left before the closing of the park and there was no point in the appearance of Nat and her boyfriend.

"Sorry guys, but looks like you'll have to stay like this for the evening itself. Hope you don't get bored"

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I didn't think that I would get the most itchy and wiggly speedos when we agreed with the guys about our deal.. Damn. It sucks that I can't talk to them. These merge speedos are of course very comfortable .... I would even say too comfortable.... but their wiggles makes me hard again. Okay... Seems like I need to blow some steam in toilet or sauna and add one more cumstain to them.

Red: - Hank! We didn't agree that you would wear us 24/7 during this month. We tried very hard to merge ourselves into your snug, nice and comfortable pair, and we are glad that you appreciated it, but we have our own plans and our own lives. Can you hear me?? You must turn back all three of us to human form every day. We can't be your swimsuit every day. Please! That's why we are wiggling. This is only way to get your attention. I can't hold anymore, please don't cum on us again!

White: I don't know why are you so angry to our wearer, Red. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be one-third of your master's racing swimsuit. Being a swimsuit is not only about showing off during training and racing. It also helps him in such things as being underwear, cocksleeve and cumrag. I love our new life and don't want to turn back.

Cyan: It seems to me that Red is indignant because he gets most of all the liquids from the owner. We are on the sides, White, that's why we are almost anytime clean and freshy. How I wish I could trade places with Red! I don't want to miss all fun. Maybe we should merge completely into one being? Our owner is a nice person who take care of us everytime.

Twenty minutes later, Hank came out of the closet. He straightened his cock through his swimming trunks, made sure that the new stain was not visible from the outside and went towards the pool. He fucking loved this pair and was thinking about leaving it at the end of the month. It's more useful than three worthless friends..

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Coach Jack and his soccer team [inanimate tf story 18+]

One sexy muscular soccer coach want to carry his university/college team at training session to another country. But funds were cut and team don't have enough money for tickets and hotels. So coach want to transform all team and carry them on himself.

  One day coach asked all of us to prepare for a long training session in a different town. He said us bring some stuff with ourselves and came to the base at 6a.m. for the bus. But when we came to the base we didn't see any team transport. There are only taxi waiting for somebody.

We were met by our coach Jack. Famous person in our city, handsome and just a good person. He's not tall but very muscular and a little bit hairy, short brown hair, and a neatly trimmed beard.

All team came into lockers while transport is't arrive. More than 30 guys chatting and loafing around until coach came to us. He said that we are heading to the Italy at one of the best soccer bases. Jack said that we will spent more than two weeks there. And then he said that funds are cut and we are heading at one ticket. I know what he means. These tf-options. I came to realisation why there are no bus but taxi is here. He would shrink or transform us. But i heard that this kind of travels is illegal. Is't it?

Coach grinned. "It's only illegal if we get caught. And you will not be caught, no one will ever recognize you as human when I am traveling with you. So are you ready? This trip to Italy is a great opportunity for our team, we shouldn't pass it up. So who will be transformed first?"

‘’But what about our stuff? We can't move without gear and clothes!’’

‘’Don't worry guys. I will transform you into inanimate things together with your bags. But to transform you into something, i need a sample. You need to give me a thing which you wanna be and i will make you into it but my size and type’’

‘’But coach, what if airline lose your bag? How you can leave us in your bag?’’

‘’No guys. Everything is much better. I will be watching you all the time during the flight.’’

‘’How?’’ - asked Mike, our goalkeeper.

‘’You will be my set of clothes during the travel of course!’’

‘’You'll be wearing us?’’

‘’That's right. No need to worry about getting lost. You'll be close to me the whole time. As close as possible! I'll take good care of you.’’

‘’I don't know’’ - said Rob – ‘’it's a bit weird.’’

‘’Yeah, but this trip!’’ - said Kevin – ‘’we can't miss it!’’

‘’Anyway, we will be together in same positions. Hey, coach, start with me’’ - said Tony. He was our asian star in the team. He pulled out pair of black slim jeans and said – ‘’i want to be this.’’

Coach Jack grinned and said – ‘’Our first passenger is heading for a boarding. Do you wanna be aware or unaware while transformed until we arrive?’’

Tony thought about it, and looked down at Coach's muscular legs and ass. –‘’I want to be aware. I've never been a pair of jeans before, I might as well learn what it feels like.’’

‘’Okay’’ - said coach Jack. He finished programming his phone and aimed it at Tony. Tony, his clothes, and his bag disappeared, and a pair of black jeans fell to the floor, a perfect fit for Coach. Coach picked up Tony and put him on top of his luggage, ready to put on his brand new jeans later.

‘’He can feel all that?’’ - asked Rob. ‘’Yes, he can! Because he asked to be conscious as jeans. Alright, who's next?’’

‘’Thats still gross. I'm next until we can choose. Jack, make me just an unaware ring please. Make this end as soon as possible’’ - it was Monroe, our tall forward. He got his suitcase and showed a nice silver ring which he want to be.

Jack typed something in tfapp and Monroe fall at the floor as a tiny inanimate ring. Ring rolls to me and I picked it up to my friend Jeff face. Then I try it on his finger while all guys looking at us in awe

‘’You'd better give Monroe-ring to me, Jeff.’’ - said Coach. ‘’If you're wearing him when you get transformed, it could get complicated to restore him later.’’

‘’Okay’’. - Jeff said. He took Monroe-ring off and passed him to Coach. Coach put Monroe-ring on his finger.

‘’Alright, who is next?’’

‘’I'll go’’ - said Leo. He pulled a nice watch out of his bag. ‘’Make me like this’’.

‘’Aware or unaware?’’ Leo thought for a moment.

‘’Unaware makes me nervous. Aware, please.’’

Coach nodded and aimed his phone at Leo, who disappeared and was replaced by a nice watch lying on the floor. Coach picked him up and put him on his wrist.

‘’Next?’’

‘’We are!’’ - our twins, Nate and Liam came to Jack holding each a plain black sock. -‘’We want to be together so merge us with this. Unaware please.’’

‘’As you wish guys’’ - Jack pointed his phone at them and picked up his brand new socks. He dropped them on top of jeans.

‘’Me next!’’- I shout aloud. I decide to choose my form too until i can. I pull down my white spandex t-shirt from myself. – ‘’Here. I want you to wear me as this shirt.’’ Jack didn't say anything and typed his size and fired me.

I floated to the floor, a white Spandex T-shirt. Jack grinned and picked me up. –

‘’I didn't ask, but you were so eager I knew you wanted to be aware.’’ Coach pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular, hairy chest. He pulls me on, and I fit him perfectly, wrapping tight over his strong muscles. Only after my transformation I found out my mistake. I just wanted to be unaware shirt. Something what can't be lost and something that no so disgusting. I was a hetero guy after all. But bi in my fantasies. I've never found our coach very attractive for me so this situation was a one big mess. When he put me on, i feel very embarrassed before whole team. What they would think about me? I was not eager! I just want to choose my form! Damn! They cant hear meeeee. Meanwhile I can hear Mike and Rob whispering and laughing, but I can't quite hear what they're saying.

‘’Okay!’’ - said Coach. – ‘’Next?’’

‘’I'll go.’’ - said Kevin. He held out the gold chain we wore around his neck. –‘’Make me like this please. Unaware.’’’

Coach quickly used his phone, and Kevin fell to the floor with a small clink. Coach picked Kevin up and put him around his neck. –‘’Who's next?’’

‘’What's your phone model Jack? - asked Perry. –‘’Emmm. Galaxy? Why do you asking Perry?’’

‘’Make me into your phone case. This one. I have same phone model. Aware.’’ - he held a nice Nike branded silicone phone case.

‘’Nice idea Perry. Aaaaand done.’’ Perry was replaced with a phone case in a blink of an eye.

Jeff picked him up and said – ‘’So slick and nice.’’ He cant believe that this small thing is his friend and teammate. He run fingers over it’s back, wondering how it feels to him, but Coach holds out his hand, so Jeff give Perry-case to him, and he puts Perry on his phone.

‘’I'll go.’’ - said Cameron. He held up his right arm, where he always wore a leather bracer. –‘’Make me like this, please. Aware.’’

‘’Okay, Cameron.’’ Coach used his phone, and Cameron was turned into a leather bracer, almost like Cameron had vanished, leaving his bracer behind. Coach picked Cameron up and put him on his wrist. –‘’You're doing well, guys. Who's next?’’

‘’Less and less items to choose. So i will be your belt. Hey guys, who wanna make me a company on Jack's waist?’’ - it was Zack.

‘’Me. Let's move together Zack’’ - said Carlos, our latino hunk. They stand together with their sport bags, holding some nice leather belt and buckle. – ‘’By the way. Fully aware please. I don't want to pass this adventure being insentient’’ - Zack said. Carlos was shocked to hear this but he didn't have time to say that he want to be unaware. After Zack's words there was a nice brown belt with a big buckle on the floor. Jack placed them on top of his socks and jeans.

‘’I better go while I can still choose.’’ - said Mike. –‘’You need a jacket, make me like this one.’’ - Mike showed a nice, light jacket that would look good over me, his shirt. –‘’Don't take me off and forget me! And unaware, please.’’ - said Mike. Coach smiled and programmed his phone, and soon Mike was drifting to the floor. Coach picked him up and put him on. He fit nicely over me.

My vision was limited when Mike was placed on top of me. I feel every move of Jack. I watch how guys volunteered for their transformations. No one is went away! All were eager to fly away with Jack as his possessions. This is surreal. What if somebody see us? What if something happen with Jack? I prefer not to think about it.

Meanwhile i see how Jeff chat with Nate - his best friend in team. I was curious what are they planning to do. They both look at Jack's feet and pointed at me.

‘’Who's next?’’ asked Coach.

‘’We'll go, Coach.’’ - says Nate. He holds up a pair of sneakers. –‘’We'll be your shoes.’’

Jeff said  -‘’Aware, please.’’ Nate nods. Coach smiled and uses his phone, and in a second, Nate and Jeff are gone, and a pair of sneakers fall to the floor. They felt so strange! Unable to move. But not bad, kind of relaxing. But they both feel empty. Jeff felt how Coach picked up him and Nate up and put them both aside. I hope he will finish soon. Bith sneakers were eager to feel his foot inside! They are lusted after Coach Jack for a long time, but they didn't think they will be getting close to him in this way!

‘’Alright, guys,’’ - said Jack – ‘’there's still a lot more of you, and not many choices left. Who's next?’’

‘’I don't like this,’’ - said Rob. –‘’Can I be another ring, like Munroe?’’

Coach shook his head. –‘’Too many rings would be suspicious.’’

Rob frowned. –‘’Oh, you need a wallet right?’’

Coach nodded. –‘’Yes, you could replace my wallet.’’

‘’Okay, I'll be a wallet, like this one. Unaware, please.’’ Coach grinned and used his phone. Rob disappeared, and a wallet fell to the floor. Coach took his money and cards out of his wallet, and put them into Rob, putting Rob-wallet on top of Tony-jeans so he wouldn't forget him. –‘’Okay, who's next?’’

‘’so. Somebody should be your underwear and i can be them.’’ - Said Vayne. – ‘’he pulled out plain white briefs from his bag but then three guys came to him and said that they want to be underwear too.

‘’I can't wear four underwear at once boys. You should be something different.’’ –

‘’No Jack, i have a solution.’’ - one of guys show a pair of skimpy speedos.

‘’How it’s gonna help you four to be on me? Speedos counts as one pair’’

‘’Yeah. One pair. But it's consist of several parts. One of us will be waist string, one will be mesh lining and two will be different-color parts. You see?’’

‘’But your pair is a three color one. You see? White, blue and red’’ Jack became curious. ‘’It may works’’

‘’Hmmm. We need one more guy to be a small white part. Who is wanna go with us?’’

‘’Me.’’ - said our newbie Brad.

‘’Ok. Let's try it then!’’ - Jack said and spent a little time programming his phone for the transformation, while Vayne shook Brad's hand and thanked him for helping. Suddenly all five men vanished, and a multi-colored Speedo fell to the floor.

‘’Sorry I forgot to ask,’’ - said Coach as he picked them up. –‘’I hope you don't mind being aware for this.’’ Coach took off his jeans and underwear, and pulled on his 5-man Speedo, which hugged his muscular ass and thick cock tightly. –‘’Nice job, boys.’’ - said Coach, as he adjusted his cock and balls. The remaining men on the team stared at Coach, amazed.

Jack tied up speedo's string in nice knot and cupped his bulge one more time. – ‘’What are you thinking boys? Think faster, my taxi is waiting for me outside.

‘’Our….I mean MY, flight leaves soon.’’

‘’Well. Pack me into your wallet’’ - Alex pulled out a packed condom from his pocket. -‘’I hope you will not use me. Unaware please, because this travel may be boring as hell in your wallet’’

‘’Sure Alex!’’ - snap and Jack picked up tiny rubber condom, wrapped in plastic. He shooved it in his wallet and looked back at remaining guys.

‘’Twenty one! 21 guys were reduced into nothing. Jack, are you sure it is safe?’’ - asked one of guys.

‘’Sure. I've tried this before several times. Relax guys. Soon we will be in Italy.’’ -Jack didn't say that he never used tfapp before and was eager to try it on his whole team.

‘’Hmm.’’ -said Mark. –‘’A hat? Mark held up a baseball hat.’’

‘’Okay,’’ -said Coach.

‘’Don't take me off and forget me! And unaware, please.’’ Coach clicked the app, and Mark fell to the ground as a hat. Coach picked him up and put him on.

‘’If we're going to Italy, you'll need sunglasses,’’ -said Rick, holding up a pair of sunglasses. –‘’Unaware, please. And don't sit on me!’’ Coach smiled, and clicked the app. He caught Rick in the air before Rick could fall to the ground and get cracked. He put Rick on and looked around at the rest of the guys. –‘’Who's next?’’

‘’Don't tell anybody else. I don't have much choices anyway. Fully unaware please. I don't wanna know what you will do with it’’ - Gabe holds silicone cockring.

‘’Gabe, you are on board!’’ - Jack looked with a sly grin how wealthy and tall guy was shrinked into tiny sextoy. He picked up him and pulled down speedos pouch under his junk. –‘’There you are, my tiny friend. This is your flight seat. Nice and comfy. First class!’’ - he placed former human on his cock and balls and then snap back his colored underwear and with a new addition they bulged much more nicely.

The other guys looked on uncomfortably. They couldn't believe what Gabe had done, that Gabe was wrapped around Coach's cock now. Or that Alex was a condom in his wallet. –

‘’Come on, boys, you want to go to Italy, don't you?’’

‘’But what is there left for us to be? I don't have a butt plug.’’

‘’I have a butt plug,’’ - said Quentin, blushing. He held it up.

‘’I'll be this, if you're willing.’’

Coach nodded and started programming his phone, then looked at Quentin. Quentin blushed even harder. –

‘’Um, aware, please.’’ Coach grinned and clicked the app even as the other guys on the team gasped. Coach picked up the small Quentin-buttplug that had fallen to the ground, pulled down the back of his Speedo, and slipped Quentin into his ass with a satisfied grunt.

When speedos were back in place Jack stand up and frowned. ‘’So, there 9 of you here left. Look. I think we have some not so attractive options: - artificial teeth - tatoos - headphones - antiperspirant - some pills. I can even eat you and carry you inside of me. Or you guys have any ideas maybe?’’

‘’Oh, I'll be a tattoo.’’ -said Keith, flexing his muscular arm, showing off the stylized dragon that twisted around it. –‘’Like this one. Unaware please.’’ Coach nodded, clicked the app, and suddenly Keith vanished, and Keith dragon tattoo appeared on Coach's muscular arm. –

‘’We'll be headphones,’’ -said Aaron, as Matt held up wireless earbuds. –‘’Just don't lose us! And unaware, please.’’ Coach grinned, and soon Aaron and Matt were rolling across the floor. Coach picked them up and put them with his phone in its Perry-case.

‘’Coach. I want to be your lenses. Please make me one. But i don't wear them.’’

‘’I can be your twin. Here, Jack. That's a sample one’’ - Martinez held a brown-colored lenses. Swoosh… and Jack placed two more guys onto his body. Only four left. Jack want to leave as soon as possible and begin to dressed into his new possessions while last guys stand there shyly.

Jack put on his sentient jeans, buckled his belt and placed his inanimate wallet into pocket. Then he put on socks and wiggled his toes in them. – ‘’Yo boys! Two of you will be my insoles! Yeah. Come here.’’ - he rummaged in his bag and pulled out his favourite gel insoles. He gave them to the guys. – ‘’one question:Aware or unaware?’’

One of them frowned. –‘’ Unaware!’’

‘’Um’’ -said the other, blushing hard. –

‘’Aware for me.’’ The other guy turned to him, looking shocked, but he had no time to reply as they both fell to the floor, turned into insoles. Coach slipped one inside Nate and one into the sneakers, and then put them on. Finally Coach's foot was filling Jeff and Nate, his weight pressing down into them. It felt so wonderful for them, like a relaxing massage. And to be so close to Coach was exciting! The last two guys looked nervously at Coach. –

‘’If you make us pills, won't you digest us?’’

‘’Naah. I am afraid to eat you too. It may be dangerous. I have a best way of travel for you. What about teeth? You two will be my implants as eight upper teeth. Turk, you tell me that you visited dental clinic yesterday. So show me you implants and tell me aware or unaware?’’

‘’Aware. Look in my mouth. Here. Yeah. This is it’’

‘’Me too. We can see everything so it's gonna be great opportunity for us.’’

‘’As you want guys....aaaaand now’’ - Jack said when he fired them. He barely catch them before they fell on the floor. Then he placed them in own upper jaw. They merged with it and became still. Only now Jack saw that he was alone in room. Whole team was on him, especially seven boys on his private parts. Only one of them was unaware while others were fully conscious while being his posessions. Jack unzipped his jeans fly and caressed his speedo-clad bulge.

‘’Great job, boys! I'm sure you will enjoy this trip. I know I will!’’ Coach packed up his things into his bag and hurried out to the taxi, wearing the whole team on his body. He put the headphone guys in his ears, turned on his music on his phone, his fingers caressing his Perry-case, tapping his foot in me as he relaxed in the taxi on the way to the airport.

Taxi drove fairly quickly through the empty streets to the airport. Very soon Jack was in the terminal. He passed the initial screening at the entrance to the airport as an ordinary passenger. Not a single person around, neither the taxi driver, nor the airport staff, nor other passengers suspected that this pleasant man was traveling not alone, but simultaneously with his entire team of wards.

Jack checked in for the flight. He got boarding ticket and had some time before the boarding. He left his bag at stall and plunged phones back into ears.

I spend the last hour as his shirt and enjoyed all these rubbings over his hairy chest. That was fun and boring at once. I was trying to communicate with others but I can't hear them yet. Maybe something could change in our spell?

My friend Jeff enjoyed the hour as Coach Jack's shoe. He was really turned on to be so close to this sexy man, crushed by his foot. So far he haven't gotten bored yet. The quiet moments are just relaxing. And then Coach will walk somewhere, or tap his foot while he's waiting, and he'll be too turned on to be bored. I wish I could talk with Jess and Nate and hear if they are enjoying it as much as I am. Or the aware insole! I'm a little jealous of them. Maybe I'll ask to be an insole or a sock next time, so I can be closer to Coach's body. I wonder how all the other aware guys are feeling on Coach's body. I remember hearing about a setting on the tfapp to let inanimate guys communicate with each other and/or the app (sending a text message to the wearer) when they're nearby, but it seems Coach didn't turn it on.

Coach walk around the terminal, spending his time. His brand new outfit feels great! All his stuff was awesome. Guys became a perfect fit. All of them, from shoes to hat or from buttplug and cockring to jacket were comfortable and perfect! He caressed them one after another. First, leather bracer and watch then artificial teeth and lenses. After that he touched sunglasses, jacket and shirt. Before that he looked carefully one more time his new phonecase. Yeah, cool stuff Indeed. When no one can see he plunged his hand under that denim and caressed himself over THERE. He felt his cockring and plug at their proper places. This belt and buckle were great too.... Soon he decided to pass TSA and border controls. He came to the security lines where saw how people were scanned with lie detector. Agents asked people if they carry something banned or carry transformed people. Jack became very afraid that he wouldn't pass it. He must to do something until they asked him to come at scanning.

Then Jack remembered the memory settings on the TF app. As well as making guys unaware during their transformation, it could also temporarily suppress or permanently erase memories of transformation, or for a transformed guy erase his memories of being human. Maybe it could work with Jack's memory of transforming the team! Then he could pass the security questions easily, even if the security agents became suspicious of his cockring or buttplug. Jack opened the app and quickly checked it. Yes, he could suppress his memories! But for how long? 12 hours should certainly cover the flight. But what if it was delayed and he had to answer security questions again? 24 hours would be safer. Surely he would be safely in Italy by then. Jack was getting close to the front of the line. He quickly pressed the button to suppress his memories for 24 hours. Jack started at his phone, dazed for a second. What had he been doing? A security agent came up to him, holding a tray. "Please put your phone and any other metal objects in the tray, sir," he said to Jack.

Jack blinked several times trying to remember what he was thinking now. He can't remember but he was asked to drop metallic stuff. Yeah. This travel to the Italy will be great! A lot of sun, historical towns and beaches! Hmmmm... With that peaceful thought he put his phone, pods, wallet and jacket into plastic container on the belt. He came into inspection frame and it's was silent. Agent begin to pat him everywhere from top to down and nothing suspicious caught his attention. -You can take your stuff and pass to the next position.

Jack took all his things out of the tray, and put his jacket and hat and ring back on, hooking his glasses on me, his shirt. He stepped up to the next security agent. The agent seemed bored. Without even looking at Jack, he started talking.

"We are required by law to ask all passengers the following questions. Have you ever used TFApp?"

"Yes," answered Coach. He'd loaded it onto his phone a while ago and experimented with it with some men he'd hooked up with, usually erasing their memories after. The agent looked up at Jack, suddenly serious. But Jack was calm. He had nothing to worry about.

"Are you carrying any transformed persons on yourself at this time?" Jack shook his head. "No." The agent squinted at him.

"Have you accepted any bags from strangers that could contain transformed persons?"

"No." The agent started at Jack for a while. But Jack was totally calm.

"Okay, you can go," said the agent, bored again, waving Jack away.

When Jack passed TSA and border controls he said to himself: "Who ever be agreed to be transformed and packed in suitcase or being worn? Insane!" He turned on music again without warn about battery. Meanwhile his sentient possessions were worry about their fate. And after Jack's last changes they were able to communicate with each other if they touched. Now, five speedo-souls can talk with each other and jeans. Jeans can communicate with shirt and shoes. Only teeth, bracer, phone case, buttplug, lenses and watch doesn't have a company.

Jack walk around shops and markets until boarding was announced. Nothing interesting was here. When in plane, he sat in his aisle seat. Middle seat was occupied with a hot-looking tan italian guy in late 20's. Jack noted to himself that he doesn't mind to spend time with this guy.

During the flight, Jack struck up a conversation with the Italian guy, Gio. It turned out Gio lived the city where Jack would be staying, and he was happy to tell Jack all about it, the things that Jack should see, the restaurants that Jack should visit. The two men got along very well. Eventually Gio invited Jack to dinner with him, and Jack accepted. Sentient sneakers listened to Jack and Gio talked, getting turned on. Partly because of Coach's tapping foot, but also because they were imagining Coach fucking Gio while they are and the rest of the team lay discarded on the floor, with Gio having no idea there was a whole soccer team in the room with them.

I was a little confused because I thought Jack was going to turn us back after we landed, but I figured he decided to wait until the next day, as there was only one hotel room. I knew the other guys would be angry, but I was enjoying myself.

After three hours of chatting, Jack stand up and came into lavatory. After closing the door, coach turned to the seat. He unbuckled and pulled down jeans, hooked up jacket and then caressed his speedo-clad ass.

‘’I don't remember when i bought this lovely pair. Fits me well for this holidays!’’ He caressed his junk through the speedos and then pulled it down at last. Tight underwear fall on top of the jeans, leaving Jack naked. He played with cockring a bit and aimed himself into bowl. Flow of urine fills up a bowl and Jack wiped himself. When Jack pulled his sentient underwear up to the waist, he became stiff. He imagined a hot night with Gio and then his favourite fantasy - massive orgy with his team. So good that no one will never know about it. He begin to stroke himself, being half-dressed in jeans and speedos.

Coach closed his eyes and started mumbling to himself. "Ah, Mark, your cock feels so good in my ass... Jeff, your hole is so tight... Tony, your cock tastes so good." I'm shocked. Is Coach fantasizing about us? His team? Doesn't he know we can hear him? But fuck, is he really fantasizing about fucking my ass? He grinds his foot in sentient sneakers while he jerks his cock, almost like he's fucking Jeff and Nate with his foot. They were so turned on, but I can't help but wonder what the other aware members of the team are thinking right now, being on Coach's body while he jerks off like this.

Guys in the front row of the show were amazed to hear such fantasies. Even guys who were dreaming about coach were surprised. Meanwhile, five membes of the speedos parts felt EVERYTHING. Jack stroked himself with them. Their stretchy bodies/body were in that masturbation rhythm. Droplets of precum soaked into their waistband and guys didn't know how to react. Some parts of the speedos were disgusted but some parts were eager for continuation. More and more they cant divide themselves from each other. More and more Jack touched them, more and more they debate, the more they think as one mind - as Jack's lovely swimsuit. Swimsuit wasn't eager for cum but wasn't against too. He just didn't want to be dirty. He just wanted to serve his owner as a good underwear now.

As Coach jerked off faster, more and more precum dribbled into Swimsuit. making a noticeable wet spot on Swimsuit's fabric. Swimsuit realized that if Swimsuit's owner wanted him wet with precum, then that's how he should be. Swimsuit started to crave the precum soaking into his fabric, wanting more, which Coach's cock generously supplied. Meanwhile, Coach was mumbling out the names of other team members, talking about their cocks, asses, muscles. Coach's left hand was grinding in me harder and harder as he got closer to climax. It was hard to keep track of all the team members he mentioned during his fantasy, I was so turned on. Coach started to sweat a little into my fabric. Finally, Coach came, shooting cum all over the mirror, his ass spasming around Quentin. All little bit of cum dripped down into Swimsuit, who eagerly soaked it up. After standing there panting for a little bit, Coach wiped off his dick and cleaned the mirror. He noticed he'd gotten a little cum on his Speedo, but he figured it would wash out when he went swimming.

He ticked back his softening cock into waiting pouch and zipped up jeans. He put on jacket back and shooved me under the belt. I was dumbfounded after this. I wondering how guys would talk about it. And what we gonna talk to unaware guys? Tell them that travel was boring and quiet or tell them everything?

‘’Hey! I don't want to be stuck like this! Damn.. He shot me with a cum and now he treat me like an ordinary shirt. I am a person! Jack!’’

‘’He cant hear you, shirt’’

‘’Who are you?’’ - i said

‘’That's me, speedo’’

‘’Errm... I thought there are should be five of you down there. Why are you call yourselves as a speedo, guys?’’ Meanwhile somebody knocked to the door and Jack came outside to the seat.

‘’Hey guys, you are able to talk? Its me, Tony! I am jeans here. Maybe Zack and Carlos are here too? Guys?’’’

‘’Yeah, we are here. It's me, Zack the belt. But let me speak from us two, because our minds are merged slightly.’’

I was waiting for a answer from "Speedos". They had to cradle Jack's parts all the time and i was afraid for their mental health.

"No, there's not five. I remember... some humans, some men, but I'm just Speedo now."

"Just Speedo, what does that mean?" said Tony, as Coach's leg muscles stretched him, sitting down. Coach grinned at Gio and continued their conversation.

"I don't know what you mean. I'm a Speedo. I cover Coach's ass and hold his cock and balls."

"Yeah, and I help hold Coach's jeans... I mean, Tony, up. But I'm Zack! I'm not 'belt'!"

"that's what i talk about! This is my purpose after all. I am wondering, why do you have these human names? I will call you as "Shirt", "Belt", "Jeans". Owner doesn't like when clothes doesn't serve well."

"What? I am not shirt! I am a man! You can't call me that!"

"But you are shirt! You are made to cover his chest and shoulders from the sun. Shut up and be a good wear, Shirt" All members of the chat were silent. I thought that guys set some kind of a bad joke. Speedos? "Call me Speedo"?! This is ridiculous.

But then i understand that Zack speak strange too. What does he mean when he said about that "merging" with a buckle?

"Alright, guys, calm down," said Tony. "Things are obviously a little weird right now, but Coach will change us back soon. Well, eventually. In the meantime, it's no good yelling at each other."

"It's a little scary, though," said Zack. "Carlos and I are already feeling our minds merge a bit, it's tough to keep our thoughts separate. Do you think that's what happened to Vayne and Brad and them? Are me and Carlos going to start calling ourselves 'Belt' and forgetting our human lives? We just wanted to go to Italy to train and maybe have an interesting ride on the way there, but this is... weird."

"Let's wait a bit until Coach gonna act normal. I don't know why he is treating us like this. He act like we are not exist here. Seems like he totally forgot about us. Otherwise i can't describe what happened in toilet." said Belt, i mean Zack. Shit, i start to call him a Belt! This is not good. Then we all became still.

Meanwhile, under the front seat, Jack crossed his legs and Jeff met you sneaker buddy. They are able to talk with each other and gel insole.

Jeff hear something almost like a voice when Coach crosses his feet. "Nate?" Jeff ask, "is that you?"

"Jeff! Yes, it's me, we're finally touching and can talk!"

"Oh, that's how this works?"

"Yes, I've been talking to Tyler a lot!"

"Tyler, your insole? Can Tyler hear me?"

"Hi, Jeff, yes, I can now."

"Oh wow, tell me, how is it as Coach's insole?"

"I..." said Tyler.

"Come on, Ty, you call tell Jeff, it's okay," said Nate. ‘’I could almost feel Tyler blushing.’’

"Coach's foot feels so good."

"That's so cool! I'm a little jealous of you as his insole, you get to be closer to his foot. But I'm really happy as his shoe!"

"Oh man," said Nate, "me too! I almost don't want to change back for practice!"

"Same here," Jeff said.

"Me too," admitted Tyler.

"But Coach is acting really strange, don't you think?" asked Nate. "Jerking off in the bathroom while wearing us, saying all our names! The straight guys must be so shocked! The ones who are aware, anyway."

"Yeah, I don't understand what Coach is doing," Jeff say. "But I'm so happy being his shoe right now."

"Yeah, it's all I can think about," said Nate. "I'm Coach's shoe. I'm Coach's shoe."

"Nice to meet you, Shoe," Jeff joked. "I'm also Shoe!"

"Hi, Shoes. I'm Insole," said Tyler, finally relaxing.

"Guys, you can't be both just some mundane "Shoes" - said Tyler. For him it was a joke now - "you should be Leftie and Righty. Otherwise i will not be able to divide you.’ Haha. Am i right, Leftie-Jeff and Righty-Nate?" –

‘’Sure, my gelly friend. Haha. Hey, Lefty, how its going when Coach wiggle his toes?"

More and more they call themselves as items, more they associated themselves with it. First it was a joke but soon it became serious for all of them.

"Unfortunately our sock friends are silent. They missing all fun here!’’ - said Insole.

"Haha, too, bad, because they miss out on Coach's wiggling toes. They feel so good, right, Righty?"

"Yes!" said Right Shoe. "I love it when his toes wiggle! Like... ooh, just then!" Coach and Gio were laughing about something, and he shifted his feet and wiggled his toes.

"Ahhhh," said Insole. "Insole has it the best!"

"Lucky Insole!"

"Haha, he all work together, to take care of Coach's feet," said Insole. "Yeah, that's what Shoes and Insoles do, right, Leftie?"

"Haha, that name is a little annoying. You can use my real name, Shoe. I mean... Shoe. Wait, is that my name? I'm... Coach's Shoe. Yeah, that's my name. Left Shoe. Sorry, I got confused there."

"It's okay, Left Shoe," said Right Shoe, "I know how distracting it is having Coach's feet in us all day.’’

"Especially when he... ahhhhh... wiggles his toes!" said Insole.

Meanwhile Jack had a nice talk with Gio while his phone keep playing the music. –

‘’Oh. My battery is dead. Shit, how i am suppi to found my hotel?’’

‘’Don't worry, pal! I will help you got there. Then you will drop your stuff there before we go around the town. There are a lot of sightseeings!’’

They chat all flight along. They have a lot of common to each other. Gio was a fitness coach too. He set a lot of sessions at the beach. Jack talk him about his team. He was unaware that whole team was on him, so he tell about them just as his far away work.

[baranchik3]

This swimsuit came from Europe to Kyoto today. Ichiro ordered these speedos from the darknet a week ago and didn't expect it to arrive so quickly. It was not an ordinary bathing suit - it was a whole kind of vessel, on board which were under at least 250 people.

This is the newest service for fans of a certain gay fetish - transformation into inanimate objects. This is a very expensive and long process, so very wealthy people can afford it. For poor people who like to give themselves into the possession of someone for a month, a specific company offers tf-sharing services. They gather a group of people who want to, look for a client and merge them together.

Thus, swimming trunks of a pleasant turquoise color lay on the table in front of Ichiro. He specifically ordered one size smaller, because he liked it when these living objects pressed him.

He was a very popular carrier and temporary owner of living things, as for many clients from Europe and America, Japan has always been an exotic country and guys from there have always attracted TF fetishists.

This time he was sent this speedos pair with a note congratulating him on the record. Hidden in this pleasant fabric were 254 men who voluntarily merged and gave themselves over to him for two months.

Ichiro sniffed those panties greedily and felt a hard-on in his pants. He decided not to waste time and immediately undressed. From now on, he will treat this thing as a thing and will not give not a single hint to the 254 inhabitants that he cares about them.

Ichiro took some photos for his dark web blog, acknowledged receipt, and proceeded to enjoy himself.He began to frantically masturbate holding his cock through the fabric and at the very last moment, in order not to greatly stain the new swimsuit, he pulled out his cock and finished on the sheet.

The guy caught his breath, wiped himself with napkins and removed the limp cock inside.It was time for him to leave for work and Ichiro began to dress. He put on a shirt and jacket, and he pulled trousers over his feet.

Before zipping up his fly, he took another photo in the bathroom.

Ichiro adored the feeling of superiority over his living things. He could do with them almost anything he wanted and they could not protest in any way. He wore them for weeks, and left them helplessly in the closet or balcony for days. He often had sex in such a way that his living things took part in it, and his sexual partners were unaware of it.

That is why there was always a queue for being his possession, and when he opened an order for a new thing, each time there were more and more people who wanted to. While Ichiro was driving in the car, he fantasized about how his fresh swimsuit would spend two months and what impressions 254 strangers would have. From these thoughts, he again had a boner.