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What no? Of course you’re gonna breathe in my foot stink boy! I told you very clearly that you would spend half an hour in my shoes if you failed to finish your chores in time. I know you hate the smell of my feet so I thought this would have helped making you work harder. But it seems it didn’t… half an hour scent training it is boy
[Thank you to @twistedtfs for contributing the second image for this not-so-short story.]
That’s my boyfriend, Blake, lying down, and me, Tyler, lying on him. As you might be able to tell, I’m a top. Not that he and I actually do anal all that often. It’s a lot of work, honestly, and a lot of cleanup. We often prefer just trading blowjobs, which is what we’re getting ready to do right now.
We’re on a time crunch, anyway. I’m on my lunch break at the law firm where I work, and he’s about to start his closing shift at the art supply store.
Just as I’m kissing my way down to Blake’s waistband, his phone starts blaring Chappell Roan’s “Pink Pony Club.” Again. This is the fifth time that an unknown number has called in the past three minutes. Blake blocked the last three callers, but the calls keep coming from different numbers, so it isn’t working.
“Ugh, might as well see what they want,” grumbles Blake. I reluctantly roll off of him and he gets up, walking over to the bureau and answering his phone. “Who is this?”
I palm my tented briefs and he winks at me as he says, “No, I’m sorry, you have the wrong-”
Suddenly, his eyes go glassy.
I take my hand off my dick, sit up against the headboard, and watch him, curiously. What’s going on? Is it bad news or something?
“Well, yes,” he says, rubbing the back of his head. He must be nervous. He’s mussing his hair hard enough to pull the strands back, or something, because the part above his ears looks a lot shorter. When he moves his hand, I see something odd. His hair is shorter.
The back and sides are cropped close, and the only remaining length is at the top. I’m about to ask what’s going on when Blake does something that causes me to freeze in surprise. He grabs a blue baseball cap from the top of the dresser and puts it on, backward. He’s never worn a baseball hat like that. He’s never worn a baseball hat period. We don’t even own any!
The hat should be pressing his bangs flatter to his forehead, but they’re actually rising. They’re almost floating, like he’s touching one of those static electricity machine things at Spencer’s Gifts. They bristle and curl into a styled swoop that looks like it has been trained to flow in that exact way by years of cap-wearing.
I feel like my nerves are firing wrong, because I can’t move. All I can do is panic and try to process what I’m seeing.
“Yeah, of course,” Blake says. Is it just me or is his voice slightly deeper?
While the way he speaks has grown more masculine, his face is starting to look more boyish. His cheekbones rise, his lashes lengthen, and that beard that I love running my fingers through begins to fall from his face in small tufts, like flakes of paint being chipped off a wall. What’s left behind is patchy stubble, dark and thick on his chin and upper lip, but pretty sparse everywhere else.
“Totally, dude,” says Blake, letting out a deep guffaw that rumbles through his chest.
His ribs expand, as if they’re trying to properly contain the booming laughter that is bursting out of my normally restrained boyfriend. His thick pelt of chest hair holds on for dear life as his flat chest rises, his nipples suddenly perched on two solid mounds of muscle.
As he nods and continues to agree with whoever is on the other end of the phone, more details keep shifting. His septum ring glints as it vanishes into thin air. His underwear strains against a growing bulge. The stench of musk floods the room as he idly scratches an armpit. His eyes grow even more vacant and blank than they had looked at the beginning of the call.
He turns to look at me and I jolt. I was so shocked by Blake’s sudden transformation that I had forgotten I was actually in the room and not just observing this nightmare from afar.
“It’s for you, bro,” he says, holding the phone out to me. A goofy grin splits his face.
What the fuck do I do? Do I run? No, I can’t do that. This is Blake. The love of my life. Something weird is happening, and I need to fix it. I take the phone.
“Who is this, and what the fuck have you done with Blake?” I bark out the second the phone touches my ear.
“I don’t know any Blake,” said a calm voice on the other end of the phone. Male. Maybe early 20s? “But I asked Brody to hand the phone to you, so you can add to his generous donation.”
“Donation? What kind of scam-”
“My name is Evan and I’m calling on behalf of the local chapter of Beta Theta.”
“The frat? Look, I-”
“We’re raising funds so we can remodel the frat house. But our fraternity dues aren’t quite enough to cover everything.”
“OK, so talk to your frat alumni. Isn’t that how you people usually raise money?”
“I am talking to the frat alumni.”
“No you’re not.”
“Our tastes run expensive, as you know.”
“No, I don’t.”
“We’re a relatively new frat, so there aren’t enough alumni in the area to get us what we need. I’ve had to get creative. I’ve been making frat alumni… calls.”
“OK, so you’re making calls. Why call us? And what did you do to Brody? I mean Blake.”
“You’ll understand in a minute. Look, the reason I’m calling is that you’re a former Beta Theta yourself.”
“I’m telling you, I’ve never been part of Beta Theta. Or any frat, for that matter.”
“My listings are never wrong. Don’t you live at 999 Hawthorne Place?”
“Well, yes,” I say, as my fingertips start to tingle.
“And you have close-cropped brown hair?”
“I mean, yeah,” I say, running my hand across my shorn scalp, enjoying the prickly feeling. It’s weird how much darker my beard and chest hair are than my head hair, but I’ve always liked the way the length and the color clash. “But what does that have to do with-”
“And you’ve never been able to grow a full beard?”
I rub the patchy chestnut hairs on my chin and grimace. “Well, that’s true too, but you didn’t have to roast me like that, man.”
“And you’re just as muscular as Brody, but have way less chest hair?”
“All that is on the form?” I ask, looking down at the light brown hairs that are scattered along my shelflike chest.
“And your handsome face gets flushed when you drink, right?”
I suddenly felt dizzy. My deep voice slurs slightly when I respond “Yesh.” I take another swig from my Corona and set it down on the nightstand.
“And you’re always dressed in the frattiest clothes possible?”
“I mean duh, bro,” I say, rolling my eyes as I run my thumb along the length of my chain and adjust my backwards mesh hat.
“And you’re as dumb as a box of rocks?”
It takes a minute for that question to sink in. My gears have never turned all that quickly, and I got distracted by grabbing my package and leering at Brody. I can’t wait to get off the phone so I can bury this cock in his ass, to the hilt. Oh wait, didn’t that Evan guy ask me something? “Oh.. uh, yeah.”
“And your name is Tigger?”
“Yeah, bro, but it’s just a nickname. They called me that because Prez kept catching me bouncing on Brody’s dick,” I say. God, I’m so horny. My ass aches to be filled. Brody is taking off his underwear and jerking his fat cock. I’m drooling at the thought of it. I can’t resist jumping his bones every two hours or so whenever we’re alone together between shifts at the gym. The Beta Theta tattoo on his wrist flashes up and down with every stroke.
“And you’re a devoted Beta Theta?” Evan asks.
Is that even a question! “Uh… doy,” I say. “And they say I’m the dumb one. I have the tat on my asscheek to prove it. So you need money, yeah? Would 10K do? I have that much saved from my lame old job.”
“$10,000 would suit us perfectly well,” says Evan.
“Hell yeah, boyyyyy,” I say. “Just, like, make sure to put up a plaque or something when you build it. ‘Brody & Tigger’s Beer Pong Stadium’ or something like that, y’know?”
“Will do, Tigger. And thanks again,” says Evan.
“Anything for Beta Theta, man! These are the best years of your life, I wouldn’t want them to go to waste on a sucky frat house!”
After making the Zelle transfer, I hang up the phone and lumber over to Brody, grabbing his dripping cock in my meaty hand. I can’t wait to crash my mouth against his and feel his sexy stubble scrape against my chin. “Now, where were we, bro?”
Dan had finally reached a breakthrough in his investigation of a smuggling ring. He had gone undercover to join the organization to gain the evidence to bring down the whole operation. All he now needed was picture to show the smuggling in action. So far, no one had suspected that he was an undercover cop working in their smuggling ring operation.
Dan got on board the ship with the intentions to snap a few pictures with his specialized hidden camera and call in his lift to exit the situation. Unfortunately, the ship had left dock to meet up with the perspective buyers. There was no way for him to get in contact with backup to extradite him from the scene, but it did give him more time to gather even more intel to take down the organization for good. After taking a few more pictures, he took in some fresh air up on deck.
Dan suddenly found a bag thrown over his head as he was dragged to one of the rooms below deck. His hands and feet were bound to a chair as the bag was removed over his head. He looked up to see head of the organization looking at him.
"Our guy here noticed you snooping around lately and making strange motions. Please explain." Ryan spoke as he took a seat across from him.
"I was just wanting to see the operation up close and personal. And make sure the merchandise is accounted for before we rendezvous with the buyers." Dan spoke, hoping his lie would be believable.
"Unfortunately, for you this isn't looking good." Ryan spoke as he showed Dan pictures that had been taken with him meeting up with his fellow cops. "You think you are the first undercover cop we caught trying to take us down? The answer is no. Actually, one of your fellow cops has been a good addition to cock." Ryan added.
Dan realized why the others didn't want to take the job. Cops have been vanishing trying to work this case. He now knew way they were disappearing. "Please, just let me go. I will make you a deal. I won't report any of this in favor of just letting me go free." He pleaded. He didn't want to become another missing cop related to this case.
"We will let you go, just not the way you want." Ryan added as he pointed a cell phone looking device as Dan. He hit the flash button. The undercover cop vanished. In his place was a pair of boots. He picked up the boots and handed it to his lieutenant. "Take care of these, will you?" He spoke and left the room.
Mike held the boots in his hands. They look like good material and durable. His current boots were starting to wear down. It was time for a new pair anyway. He decided the former undercover cop would be his footwear instead of tossing them over the side of the ship.
Dan couldn't move or speak. He tried to scream, but all he heard was his own mental thoughts reflected back at himself. He now saw why the others were too scared to take the case. He didn't know what he became, but he found out the hard way that he didn't like it. A foul stench socked feet entered his body and pressed on his insole face. He was footwear. The guy had big feet, and he could tell the socks had not been clean in several days just by the odor. He tried to squirm to get way from the stench, but it was no use. He felt himself tied and bound to his feet. Being walked on while stinky socks pressed his face was horrible. He didn't let the others know where he was so there was no one to come to his rescue. Even if they knew he was on the ship, there would not be able to find him now. They would not be looking for a pair of boots. He mentally cried for some mercy from this nightmare, but each step showed that no mercy was coming.
Mike went up top and tossed his old boots away in the ocean. His new boots were way better and super comfortable. The best part was that they came free. He was lucky he was there when the boss changed him. The last time they had caught one, the cop was turned into underwear. His friend is still wearing the poor undercover cop still. He wasn't going to be talking to his boots any time soon. The undercover cop needed to learn his new place in life is under his feet now.
can you turn me into my homophobic step brother’s jockstrap?
Picture source @joep00
It was not the perfect idea that his stepbrother Kyle came out to the family as gay. Connor saw everyone being supportive of him being open about it, but he wasn't all too happy. Yet, he decided to keep his opinion to himself. He would just keep his distance from Kyle.
The distance plan didn't work all too well for Connor as Kyle was trying to be close to his stepbrother. He never truly told him how disgusted he was with having a gay stepbrother. Sort of lied to say that he was supportive. Yet, the constant wanting to chill with him was getting annoying. He decided that there was one way to put an end to it and get something out of it at the same time.
Connor finally cave in and invited Kyle on a weekend trip in his RV to the woods. He was happy to see him accept the invitation, but Kyle wanted to bring two of his gay friends with him since he thought Connor was so supportive. He agreed they could come on the trip.
All four had fun on the drive to the spot in the woods, even though Connor was hiding his true motive. By the end of the trip, he would be returning home alone in some way.
At the end of the first day at the spot, Kyle and his two friends went to sleep soundly, not expecting anything off. Connor got up and took his TF Ray device. He went first to Kyle's friends and fired at them. He watched as they were reduced to a pair of black boots. He then went to Kyle. He had a special place for his gay stepbrother. He fired at him and watched him change into a white jockstrap. He picked up the jockstrap to examine it. It looked absolutely perfect. He then tried on his stepbrother. The jockstrap seemed comfortable to wear. Now, his gay stepbrother would see his dick for the rest of his life. He went to sleep wearing him.
Kyle woke up feeling strange. His immediate view was that of a giant dick in his face. He tried to move from it but couldn't, no matter how much he squirmed. He then heard Connor's voice above him. "Good, you awake. I can finally tell you the truth. I don't like that you are gay and wanted to keep my distance, but you wouldn't allow me. So, now this is your new fate. You are my jockstrap. You get to hang out with me for the rest of your life with my cock in your face. I won't be changing you back. And if anyone asks about you, I will tell them you left town." Connor then paused for the next few words. "As for your two friends, they are my boots. I can't have any witnesses telling what I did to you. They make good boots, though, just like you are the best jockstrap I ever owned. All three of you are mine now." Connor finished as he walked around in the RV wearing his new boots and jockstrap.
Connor didn't know his new objects loved their new life or was hating it. He got rid of three fags and gained new pair of boots and jockstrap at the same time. It was a win-win for him. It didn't matter if they loved it or not. They were his property now and simply didn't have a choice.
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They've been eyeing you out since you moved into the apartment next door. Trough the corridors, in the gym, always with a grin. Turns out they're looking for a third bro to spice things up, and you look like the perfect spice for it.
Blake walked into the room, seeing his brother standing there in his underwear. He had looked all over the house for his friend Drake, who came to spend the night with him. He woke up not seeing his friend, but yet his things were still there.
"Trey, have you seen Drake? I can't find him anywhere." He asked his brother, who was only older than him by two years.
Trey shook his head no with a slight grin on his face. "Sorry, I haven't seen him this morning. The last time I saw him was when he was in your room." He responded almost too innocently.
Trey's underwear was saying something different. "Blake, help me, your brother turned me into his underwear. PLEASE, you got to help me. I don't want to be your brother's underwear."
"Are you sure? Because he left his things. It's unlike him to just leave and not take his things with him or at least tell me he was leaving." Blake asked again, not sure if his brother was telling the truth. He had friends over before that mysteriously disappeared only to find out his brother added them to his clothing collection.
"Honest, bro. I last saw him in your room before I went to bed." Trey replied back. He enjoyed hearing Blake cry for help. He did have such fun with him, but he didn't want the fun to end. So he decided to add Drake to his underwear collection. The bad thing for Drake was that the transformation can't be undone. Trey could not reverse the transformation, but that never bothered him anyway. If he ever transformed anyone, he meant to keep them. Drake was permanently stuck as his underwear.
Blake then noticed a brand new fresh pair of Calvin Kleins wrapped around cradling his ass and crotch. He got a sick feeling he was looking at Drake being worn on his brother like a common underwear. "Seriously Trey, tell me that isn't Drake you are wearing right now!? You know you can't undo transformations!!"
Trey was silent and gave a little evil grin. He knew that Drake had just heard that the transformation was permanent. He would forever be his underwear. He could hear Drake cursing at him and weeping at the same time. "If you want to borrow him, let me know, " He laughed a moment later, rubbing the crotch area, knowing full well that was where Drake's face was.
"When!?" Was all that Blake could reply back feeling disgusted with his brother. Here was another of his friends added to his clothing collection.
"Well, after you went to sleep, I caught him coming out of the bathroom semi naked. I invited him to my room for some fun." Trey paused, smiling. "And it was fun for both of us. I really enjoyed your friend so much. So I decided he should stay with me. I slept in him all night after our fun. I was slightly hoping you wouldn't find out till at least a week later." Trey added.
"You know you really need to stop using my friends to add to your closet and dresser draws." Blake spoke fully knowing his friend now belong to his brother. He would have to burn Drake's things to hide the evidence he was here. He loved his brother Trey, but no one would believe that his brother was turning his friends into objects. "And no, I don't want to borrow him." He walked out of the room fully disgusted with his brother.
"Welcome to my collection, Drake. I am going to enjoy wearing you now that Blake knows." Trey laughed as he retreat back to his room to enjoy his new trophy around his waist. He like turning his brother's hot friends into his property, just that he would never tell Blake that.
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