As I stumbled across the website, a brilliant idea hit me: a delicious way to spice things up at home. I'd heard about this kind of service before and knew exactly what it did… and since I’d always wanted to try it, why not now? My husband was taking a bath, so I figured the moment was perfect. I snatched his phone, opened the site, and started filling out the profile—not for myself, but for him. I described my husband as the cute guy in his thirties he is and added a flattering picture from his photo library. For the object, I went with something simple to start: a pair of tight compression boxer briefs. Duration: one day. That felt like enough for our first time. In the special requests field, I added: “Only someone who knows the password.” Then, in one of the hidden fields that wasn’t part of the public profile, I typed: “Password: ivolunteer”. Before hitting submit, I grabbed my own phone—where I had already set up an account on the other side of the service. Once everything was ready, I submitted the profile from his phone. The moment it went live, I switched back to my account and started searching for him. My heart raced as his profile popped up. I could already feel myself getting hard just imagining how I’d wear him during an intense jogging session… and whatever delicious things would follow afterward.
Rent-A-Thing — Compression Boxer Briefs
"Have you seen my phone?"
You quickly hide what you were doing and swipe away the "contract accepted" message on your husband's phone before handing it back to him.
"Yeah, you forgot it on my desk," you lie. Out of the corner of your eye, you can already see the green "Claim" button on your own device. You still hesitate.
"So, you've got any plans for today? What about tomorrow?"
The question is innocent enough. It's Easter weekend, and there's nothing in the calendar to suggest otherwise. As expected, your husband just shrugs.
"Nah. Probably just gonna play some video games. Why do you ask?"
Instead of answering, you blink into the spring sun beaming in. You press the button and stand up, not caring that your erection tents your sweatpants obscenely, and walk to the window.
"The weather is nice," you say, trying to sound as calm as possible while your heart races and pumps blood into your cock with every heartbeat. "I was considering going for a run."
"Sounds nice," your husband says, but he sounds distracted. "Are you sure you want to go out like this, though?"
"What do you mean?" you ask, your eyes glinting playfully. You still don't turn around toward him.
"I was talking about the color of your shirt, obviously!"
You can almost hear him rolling his eyes. He steps up behind you, reaching around your waist and cups your bulge. You can feel his own hard-on poking you from behind.
You feel his fingers running down your length, hidden behind the soft fabric of your sweatpants, and it takes all your self-control not to buck your hips into the touch. Instead, you brush off his hands and turn around, raising an eyebrow.
"Do you think that would look indecent? Me, tenting my running shorts like that?"
Your husband momentarily looks down at his hands in confusion. You notice his skin has taken on a slight, unnatural gloss.
"Are you suggesting I should wear some tight underwear?" You continue and stare him dead in the eye.
"Are you... volunteering?"
You can't stop your mouth twitching into a slight smile.
"What do you — fuck, I feel strange..."
"I take that as a yes."
You notice you are looking down at your husband now. Before, you were at about eye-level, but he is shrinking right in front of your eyes. His clothes look baggy on him.
"Okay, this is how this will go. Strip."
You put a mild bit of force into your voice. You know he likes you a bit on the commanding side, and the quick nod shows you're right. Immediately, he starts discarding his clothing, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his eye-level is now at your shoulder height. You nod when he stands naked in front of you. His skin looks decidedly unnatural now, having taken on a bluish-black hue.
"Good. Now pull down my pants."
It's really hard to maintain the expression of jaded lack of emotion, and you bite your lip when the soft fabric slides past your dick. You're not wearing underwear... yet.
"Fuck, you're huge!"
Your husband looks at your — admittedly generous — cock with the expression of a starving man. For him, it must look even bigger. His head barely reaches your chest level now. The perspective gives you a strange rush of power. You can't believe how much you're into that.
"Less staring, more sucking!"
With these words, you grab his head and push him into your groin. It feels softer than you're used to, and you don't lessen the pressure as he takes your length into his mouth. Your grip is firm and unrelenting as he caresses the tip of your dick with his tongue. Slowly, you can feel his mouth stretching to accommodate all of it, and then even swallow your balls. He doesn't seem to mind the stretch, though. If anything, the noises he's making are full of lust and arousal.
His body is shrinking rapidly now; his arms and legs disappear, as does his own neglected cock, retracting first into his torso and then into his head. Or what's left of it. Guided by the pressure of your hand, his face flows around your entire crotch, and for a moment, you feel his tongue everywhere: your cock, your balls, and that sensitive stretch of skin between your balls and your asshole.
Then, it stops feeling like a mouth altogether, as the dark fabric embraces your thighs and ass. Pre-cum leaks into the snug-fitting elastic fabric of your new pair of compression boxer briefs.
It takes all you have not to rub yourself to climax right now.
"Now, I'm going to go for a really long run, boxer-boy. And I'm gonna soak you with my sweat. You like that, don't you? And when I come back, I'm gonna jerk myself off really slowly through your fabric, until I fill you with my cum. And you know what?"
It's probably your imagination, but it almost feels like your new underwear contracts in a shudder.
"I will not take you off or shower after that. I'll just let you marinate in my juices until I'm ready to go again. And again. We've got 24 hours, and I'm gonna make sure we both get the most out of them."
You grin when you put on your running shorts over your husband. You're already planning on what to turn him into next!
What a fun way to spend a weekend! I certainly wouldn't mind that! In case you're missing context: Here's the first part with the explanation. However, submissions are closed, and I will spend the next months trying to work on the huge backlog :).
