Football socks
I just love whenever it's my brother's turn to do laundry.
My brother plays football at the local sports club. And every weekend after a big tournament, they draw sticks who will wash their clothes.
So whenever it's his turn he brings home this gigantic pile of clothes, which my mum usually takes care of the next morning.
Which makes it a sleepless night for me. Why? Because I am obsessed with their clothes. They way they reek of sweat and the fact that they were worn by them just a few hours ago. I can imagine the fabric touching the bodies, moving along with them over the hard ridges of their muscles, their hairy torsos, their dicks. Ahhhhh god, I'm getting hard again. But I have to wait until everyone is asleep and I can properly enjoy it for myself.
It sounds like I got a fetish, right? Yes and no. I am obsessed with clothes of those guys, truly. But I am also a shapeshifter. So all I need is one article of clothing with their DNA (which these dirty clothes have A LOT OF).
When I put it on I shift into them. My whole body transforms from head to toe. I always love to watch the transformation going in the mirror. It's so erotic to watch my stupid scrawny body turn into a proper man.
Usually I manage to do about 4 or 5 transformations per night. I am always so drained after shifting and then the... fun stuff after.
But today I want to set my own record. I want to shifting into all of them, my brother included. Jerk off in all of their bodies and take as much photos as I can.
Whose are these? Oh Jacob, how I love Jacob's body! But Ryan's dick is definitely the best one I ever had, so veiny and sensitive. And the girth! But nothing beats Jaime's arms, those biceps and hairy pits? Brilliant.
I wish I could just combine them all into one perfect specimen!
Maybe next time I could try, but who knows when my brother will have his laundry turn again.














