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Zack woke up feeling strange. He remembered being at the club after celebrating a promotion with a few of his coworkers. He had several strong drinks and got rather drunk. He was chatting with some guy who came over to talk with him. He couldn't remember the guy's name. He just remembered that he was hot.
He found that he couldn't move or speak. "Wait, what happened? Last thing I remembered was talking with a cute guy at the club after several drinks. Why do I have a cock in my face. Hel me!" He mentally screamed when he couldn't even wiggle. He then heard the guy talking down to him and realized what he was. He was a literal pair of underwear on his body. He was taken in by a TF Pred and was now his trophy and property.
He was fully sober now once he realized his situation. "Hey change me back. I don't want to stay like this forever!" He mentally screamed, but he saw that the guy didn't hear a single thought or word. He also realized it would not have helped even if he did. It was obvious the guy wasn't going to let him go even if he heard his plea for help. He was some stranger's pair of underwear and his boyfriend would have no way of getting him back.
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Rilo snuck into the locker room while the team was on the field. He loved the smell of the musky odor. He looked through some of the lockers, snifing socks lefter behind, and a few atheletic cups. The odor was so intoxicating. He was then startled by one of the players walking into the locker room.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Henry yelled as he saw a strange guy in the locker room sniffing their things.
Rilo was shocked he was caught. He honestly didn't know how to respond to his question. "I will go right now." Was all he could think of to say. But the player blocked his path and pushed him up against the locker.
Henry wanted to teach the guy a lesson he would not forget. "No, you aren't going anywhere." He pushed him down to the floor and pulled down his gear to reveal his cock. He grabbed the guy's head and rubbed his face into his crotch area. "You love the musk so much, why don't you get a first hand experience." He could tell the guy was trying to resist, but was to weak to break free.
Rilo tried to get away, but the guy was just too strong for him. He did enjoy the musk coming from his crotch area, though. The guy eventually let his head go but wasn't letting him get up off the floor.
"Now, suck it, boy." Henry demanded in a dominating tone, while looking down at the weaker guy on his knees.
Rilo thought of resisting but knew he would not be strong enough against him. So, he grabbed his cock annd began to suck it. The more he sucked, the harder and larger it got into his mouth. He soon tasted precum on his tongue. He didn't want to swallow anymore, so he pulled away at least he tried to. The guy grabbed his head and began to force his mouth on his hard cock. He had no choice but to keep sucking.
Henry could feel his load coming. He wasn't going to let the guy get away with sniffing their things without permission. He thrust the guy's mouth on his cock as he cummed. He pushed his cock in, making the guy swallow every drop. When the last of it was done, he released his head.
Rilo almost felt like gagging. He hd never swallowed cum in his life. He didn't like the experience either. He was relieved that it was all over with, or so he thought as he saw a twisted smirk on the guy's face. "You are going to let me go now?" He asked, hoping he would say yes despite the smirk on his face.
Henry shook his head. "Actually, your fun has only just begun." He laughed as he grabbed his phone and opened up his favorite app. After the setting was in, he hit the flash option. The guy was instantly reduced to an atheltic cup on the floor. He picked it up. "My best friend on the team has been looking for a new durable atheltic cup. He keeps saying that his occk keeps ruining every single one he gets. Wiith my cum in you, you should be so durable." He laughed as he waited for the rest of the team to arrive.
Henry saw Blake come into the locker room. "A friend of mine told me to give this to you. It's supposed to be super durable. It won't wear out for a very extremely long time." He haned him the newly formed athletic cup. He had a small smirk as Blake took it from his hand.
"So, what makes it so durable then?" Blake asked. All the others he had always worn out no matter what. He wondered what makes this one any different.
"Let's just say the material used to create it is new, and a specialized ingredient was added to make the material last longer. I don't know what he used, but I trust him on it." Henry added, whle laughing internally at what the athletic cup really was and what it swallowed.
"Cool, thanks, I will put it on right now then. No time like the present to test it." Blake spoke as he went to change out his old one for the new one.
Rilo was disgusted on how they both talked above him. Yet, only one of them knew exactly what he was. The other was completely oblivious of what was given to him. His view was then darkened as a new crotch area was all he could see. He couldn't scream, speak, or move. He was powerless before the manhood of another guy.
"Thanks, Henry. This new one fits perferctly." Blake came out to thank his best friend. "I just might cum in it." He joked back at him.
"I already did." Henry said without realizing it.
"What you said?" Blake asked, wondering if he heard what he heard.
"Oh, I was just thinking about a condom I threw away last night." Henry said in an innocent way.
"Something that I don't want to hear, but thanks for the cup anyway." Blake spoke as he walked off.
Henry smiled, thinking about the guy who he had caught sniffing their stuff while they weren't looking. Since the guy loved sniffing that athletic cup, he gets to be one for the rest of his life. The idea of his permanent fate amused him.
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Tom hated riding with his coworker Bradly in the company truck. His work boots would stink up the entire cab. He would too often have to put the window down just to get fresh air. He had wanted to say something about it, but usually changed his mind since his coworker was the boss's son.
"What's wrong?" Bradly asked from the driver seat, noticing Tom putting the window all the way down again.
"It's nothing." Tom said, trying to take in as much fresh air as possible.
"It's something, because you do this exact same thing every time you ride with me." Bradly pointed out. "So tell me." He insisted.
Tom thought hard whether to tell a truth or a lie. So, he decided to come out with it anyway. "Your boots really smell bad. You must have had them a while." He finally admitted after all these months.
"They don't smell bad to me." Bradly smirked. He had those boots for a very long time since they are so durable.
"They stink up the whole cab." Tom said, wishing to hold his nose the entire time.
"You really think that stink that bad?" He asked, since the smell of his boots never bothered him.
"Yes," Tom paused. "It stinks up the entire cab. I don't see how you tolerate the odor." He added, slightly wishing he could work with someone else.
Bradly smirked, "It doesn't bother me." He paused as a thought entered his mind. "I think I know a way to help you get used to it." He pulled into a nearby parking lot. He took out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. He had been wanting to use it for some time.
"Like I ever would." Tom commented, wondering why they had pulled into the parking lot.
"Oh you will at some point." Bradly said as he hit the flash option on his phone. Instantly, Tom was replaced with a pair of thick Nike black socks on the seat. He picked up the socks. "You will be useful since i didn't wear any socks today. I forgot to do laundry yesterday." He laughed as he took off his boots and slid the socks over his feet. He wiggled his toes in his new pair of socks. He then put his boots back on. "Like I said, you will get used to it eventually. I will change you back to normal tomorrow." He laughed. "If anyone asks, zi will tell them you went home early." He added as he focused on the road, not thinking once how Tom must feel being trapped in his stinky boots.
"Nooooooooo! Change me back now, you dirty bastard!" Tom mentally screamed, but saw he had no voice to utter his complaint against his jailer. The stinky boots felt like he was trapped in a dark and stinky prison with no fresh air. Being wrapped around Bradly's feet didn't help matters either. His bare feet also had an odor. He could taste both feet as though his entire feet was in his mouth, every inch of it. He was powerless as Bradly went to the site, walking on him. The pain was tremendous, feeling all that weight baring on his sock bodies. He mentally screamed in pain with each step. Even standing still was horrible. He hoped that tomorrow came soon so that he could be human again. Being a pair of socks for more than one day is not a fate he wanted to happen.
Bradly got home at the end of the work day. He took off his boots and stuffed his new socks inside each boot. He then took a hot shower and relaxed for the rest of the evening.
Tom found himself fully trapped in his stinky prison. Being balled up and stuffed in his coworker's work boots was torture. He could hear a tv being turned on to the local news station. The fact that Bradly was relaxing and watching tv while he was treated like common socks felt so degrading. He could only hope that he keeps his word in the morning. One day as socks were bad enough.
Bradly fell asleep watching tv. When he woke up, it was bed time. Being a little tired, he went to bed not thinking about the socks in his boots. He woke up the next morning, completely forgot to wash clothes the previous day. He grabs the socks from his boots and puts them back on his feet without a second thought. And proceeded to go to work.
Tom seeing his fate unchanged wept mentally as Bradly continued to torture him with his feet and boots. The only thing that smelled fresh was his feet, but he knew that would be a different story by the end of the day.
A week and a half later, Bradly saw that even after watching his clothes, the new pair of socks felt better on his feet than normal socks. He thought about changing Tom back to normal on multiple occasions, but that level of comfort was just too tempting to keep. He wore him every day to work. He loved how his feet felt at the end of the day. Tom was the best pair of work socks he owned. Giving them up was not a decision he wanted to make despite his socks being a former human.
Tom wondered how long his mind would survive. It had been over a week since Bradly transformed him. He still hadn't gotten used to the terrible odor of his owner's boots. He completely despised his stinky prison.
"Bradley, this isn't right, no fair, it's been over a week now. Change me back, please. Your feet feel so bad." He paused in thought. "I want my humanity back."
Bradly smirked as he looked down at his favorite pair of socks. "I hope you like it down there, Tom. You complained that my boots stink. I wonder what you think about my feet?" He said as he was pleased that he had deleted the revert data earlier that day. Tom was his pair of socks now. It made it easier since the job had terminated his employment for not showing up for work after a few days. The funny thing was that Tom was at work every day, just that he was working for a new boss now and doing a new job, serving his feet.
Would you want to....
share Tom's fate.
play the role of Bradly enjoying the best pair of work socks.
return Tom back to normal and use regular socks.
could you write something where a guy turns himself into underwear but then his roommate grabs him, either because he’s unaware or because he forgot which was the real underwear, and wears him
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"You know you really should stop playing with that device." Ian said to his roommate who he saw holding the TF Ray. "Last time I almost wore you on my feet as my socks. It was a good thing I remembered which one was you." He laughed.
"Yeah, that was a close one indeed." Tim said, still holding the device in his hand, playing around with it. "I just want to try it again, you know." He admitted.
"Just make sure I know what you are. You know it would be hard to tell you between normal clothes and human transformed clothes." Ian added as he left his bedroom.
Tim thought about what to be next. He then had the idea of what he wanted to be. He put in the setting and pointed the device at himself and fired. He began to shrink rapidly down in size. He lost grip of the device, and it fell to the floor. It shattered in pieces this time the moment it hit the floor. He had no way to stop the change into underwear. He landed on the floor flat, formed into a pair of white Calvin Klein underwear, next to another pair that looked just like him. He had no way to tell Ian what he was.
Ian came be to his room to see the device broken beyond repair on the floor. "Dude, what did you do?" He looked around his room, and everything looked the same. He couldn't tell anything was different. He grabbed the underwear off the floor and put them in his drawer. He wondered what Tim had turned himself into. He picked up the broken pieces and put them in the trash.
A few days later, Ian got out of the shower and opened up his underwear drawer. He picked up a pair of Calvin Klein underwear at the top. "I hope this isn't you, buddy." He said before putting them on without a second thought.
Tim was powerless as his view changed to that of Ian's cock and balls. He fit snuggly on his body. His cock and balls rubbing in his face. He soon felt shorts slide up over him, trapping him in darkness as Ian continue to get ready to hang out with his friends. He couldn't do anything to change his fate. Ian didn't know what he was and that he was wearing him. He knew that Ian would sweat, and he would be trapped around all his musk. It was a fate he didn't want, but couldn't do anything to change it.
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"Dude, I really need your help." Tanner said as he saw all his speedos were completely ruined. He needed a pair today before he left for the swim meet. He didn't have time to go the store to get a pair.
Jay walked into his roommate's room. "What's wrong now?" He asked him.
"I need a pair of speedos, and I don't have time to go buy a pair. Please help me out this time, I beg of you." Tanner pleaded for help.
"Last time I helped, you had me on your feet for three days." Jay said, not wanting to help again.
"Please, I promise this will be the last time. After this, I will never ask you to be an object for me." Tanner pleaded. "Please, I promise." He contnued.
"Okay, for the last time." Jay relented as he handed Tanner the TF device. He saw his roommate smiling. "Only for the swm meet today, okay. After that, you change me back." He added.
"Okay, okay." Tanner said as he put in the setting in the device and fire a ray at Jay. He watched as he quickly shrunk and took on the form of speedos. He grabbed them of the floor without a second thought and put them in his bag.
At the swm meet competition, he took out his speedos. "Thanks for this, buddy, I owe you one." He said to them and put them on his body.
Jay was a pair of socks last time he volunteered to be an object for his roommate. He had forgotten to change him back and was on his feet for three days straight. He hope he won't forget this time.
His face was in the inward front of the speedos. His roommates cock and balls were pressing up against his face. It was not a view he would have wanted, but he wanted to help him out one last time. It got worse once he got wet. His speedos body clung to it's owner tightly. He couldn't escape his view now as Tanner's cock and balls rubbed against his face. He could feel every motion his roommate took. He hope this competition would be over soon, so that he can be back to being human again.
Tanner arrived back home from the competition, very satisfied with the results. He came in first every time. "I think you are my lucky speedos." He said to them before letting them dry and putting them away. He thought he should remember something, but couln't remember it since he was so excited about winning first place in everything today. It would come back to memory at some point, he told himself.
THIRTY DAYS LATER.....
Tanner got out of the water after winning first place once again. He hadn't lost a single competition since getting his lucky speedos. He tried to think where he got them from, but couldn't remember. He also noticed he hadn't seen his roommate for the last thirty days. He guessed his rommmate had bought the speedos for him. He was worried where his roommate could be, but at least he left him a special pair of lucky speedos. It was the best pair he ever owned. In fact, he wore them at every competition since they were so lucky.
"Dude, it was suppose to be for a day or two at the most, not a dang whole month. Change me back now!" Jay mentally pleaded. He was tired of seeing Tanner's cock and balls. Even worse being clung to him while he wins his competitions. "Dude, can you hear me?! Change me back now. I am not your lucky speedos.!"
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