A TF writer (mostly for inanimate)

"Wait, you want what?"

your friend looks at you a little perplexed, and that only makes you feel even more embarassed. When it's clear that he wants you to actually confirm what you requested, you repeat yourself: An incineroar amiibo. You want to be turned into one.

"Huh..." his expression softens a bit "And... for how long?"

You fumble trying to answer that question. Truth be told you didn't even stop to think of it, you just wanted this the moment you learned of your friend's capabilities. Before you can even come up with a number though, he interupts you.

"You know what? it's fine, i think i can figure it out" he says, and with a snap of his finger, you feel your whole body seize up and go stiff. you raise an arm, and see red patches spreading over your skin, a fuzzy shine on them as light hits you further acentuating the rough texture it's now taking - trying to simulate fur. You try to turn your arm around but can't quite control it anymore , it instead raises further, your hand moving without your imput into a clawing position, giving you a clear view of its transformation - your nails turning into claws, each finger growing into almost cartoony proportions, until it's taken the full shape of an incineroar's hand.

you can feel these changes all over your body, your biceps bulking up, your chest balooning into massive pecs, giving you cartoonish top-heavy proportions, you even feel a tail sprout out right above your rear, wagging for only a moment before going still, but you can't turn around to see it, your neck is locked up, and your body continues to move without imput, taking a very particular pose, one you know by memory.

you were so entranced on your own changes you didn't even realized your clothes were just... gone, and that your friend now was towering over you, becoming bigger and bigger. In truth, you were the one shrinking into proper size, but your mind already felt foggy by this point, it was hard to track the details of this.

you fewl your legs get into the proper pose while they morph as well, and a fear for a moment you were going to inadvertedly flash your friend, but the fear is gone in the same moment. you're not a person, you don't even have those parts, you're just a toy... an amiibo...

your thoughts get more and more sparse, except for what you're becoming - a toy, a figurine, an amiibo of your favorite pokemon... spikes of "fur" grow on your shoulders, then your cheeks, your ear become feline ones, moving to the top of your head, you snarl without even thinking, and your face freezes up in that expression as it grows into a cat's muzzle.

for the last details, you feel something press around your midsection - something like a belt, and if you had enough of a mind still, you'd figure that was the flame belt iconic to your design, but you're too far gone to realize, just as you are to notice the pedestal at your feet, or the plastic pillar growing from it and attaching to your back to keep you steady. No, there's barely any thought in your mind now. Only the wish to be seen, to be set somewhere where no-one can miss you, you don't even remember who you were, and no-one will while you're like this, only the one that transformed you will know. To the rest of the world, You are just Incineroar, in all your plasticine glory!

Your friend picks you up, examining you from every angle

"Wait, so you're wearing him right now?"

"Yep, he kept insisting on it, and eventually i just gave him what he wanted. Not that I'm complaining"

Michael pondered at the thought. His friend Brian had learned on how to transform others into... pretty much anything he wanted, and ever since then, it's been one story after another that he told him about. From parties where he had gotten a few hookups ending up adding to his now impressive physique, to bets with their human forms put up as the ante. He acted so casual about it, but no matter what, it always surprised him.

"So, what... is he right now? Your socks? Shorts?" Michael tried to guess.

"Nope. Underwear"

"O-oh..." the answer made Michael blush almost instantly. The thought of your entire being compressed into fabric and pressed around someone's crotch. If he had to be honest, he had thought about asking to Brian if he could try that on him, but he had his reservations about it. Still, with each story, these reservarions eroded, and now, hearing once again about someone that asked to be transformed.

"... can i see it?" He asks somewhat sheepishly

"What, Now? We're in the middle of a hike, Michael."

"Yeah, and fairly off-track. Plus you already came here without a shirt, and it's not like anyone else is gonna show up now"

Brian sighed, a smile forming on his lips.

"Fine, fine. You wanna see it that badly? I can give you a peek"

Despite how Brian worded that, what Michael got was more than just a peek, with brian unbuttoning and pulling his shorts down, leaving his legs and, more importantly, his crotch on full display. He saw the white fabric of the underwear enveloping Brian's junk, and for a moment, he saw it squirm for a bit, though he wasn't sure if that was just a trick of his eyes.

"So, like what you see?"

"Definitely"

it's a hot day, so heading to the public pool didn't seem like a bad idea to you. Heading out to a swim, you cool off for a good while, feeling the water lap around your body as you float around, it helps that the place is mostly empty, you only see two men chilling at the pool as well.

your moment of relaxation however, is interrupted when you hear one of the two others talking rather loudly, still at the pool.

"C'mon, we gotta leave"

"I can't, not like this. I need to find my underwear first. I'm not leaving the place naked"

That catches your attention, and you take a second look at the man who is unwillingly skinny-dipping at the pool: he's a fairly burly man, with thick arms and a bit of a pot-belly, all of it peppered with a somewhat thick layer of body hair. A tried and True bear, all things considered. He's looking around, while keeping one hand underwater to cover his private parts, and you can't really take your eyes off of him...

for a moment you think he notices you, but he quickly dives down on the water, and like that, you lose sigh of him. You shrug and try to go back to just floating around, when you feel water splash besides you, thowing you off-balance, when you can finally see what just happened, you notice that the naked man from a few moments ago has emerged right besides you, smirking down at you.

"You wanted to get a peek, eh? I can give you more than that" He puts a hand on your shoulder, and you feel your own body distorting. your limbs shrink away into your torso, your body turns hollow, your face disappears, and your skin morphs in color and texture, you had been completly turned into a tight blue speedo.

your mind is still reeling, and you don't understand what just happened. You try to move your limp body, but can only feel it slightly wriggle. More than that, you feel... something still gripping on you. you find your vision returning, and see the man from before towering above you, still smirking. You try to speak, to protest against whatever just happened but no words come out.

"C'mon, did you find it?" The other man asks

"Yeah! just gimme a moment to put it on" and right after that, you feel yourself being pulled down underwater, through the blur of the water, you can see the man raise a leg, and then, in something you never thought would happen to you, you feel... something run through you, his leg moving through the top of your body and getting out at one hole at the bottom, your fabric running against his leg before stopping halfway. He puts his other leg through you as well, and then finally pulls you up. A moment ago, you felt completely hollow, limp and empty, but now, you feel full, to an almost overwhelming extent. and even more absurdly, stretched around the man's crotch and ass, the water soaking your fabric just making you cling even more tightly to him. You struggle, trying to get out, but you simply can't. And to make matters worse, every time you struggle, your new form throbbing around the man only excites him, making him just that bit harder. your mind feels cloudy every second you rub against his manhood, and after a few seconds, you feel him rub your form against his own dick.

Aaah. There we go. You're quite comfy like this, you know? You sure you dont want want to stay like this?

I know the offer was to make you become just like me. I wasn't lying, this is just the process. If you wanna get this body, you're gonna have to… absorb some of my essence, shall we say. A week of sweat and cum should be enough of me on you for when i revert you. If you can keep your mind after all, if not… well, i get to add one more jockstrap to my collection.

Oh, don't get used with me talking to you like that for the rest of the week, im just priming you for what to expect with this whole thing. I do wish i could hear what you're thinking right now, but it's not like a jockstrap can talk.

Oh this? It's my roommate. he makes for a pretty striking figure, doesn't he?

Hmm? nono, it's not my roommate'. It's Him- No, this isn't a rendition of him either, it's literally him"

"he was starting to get really fresh with me, not helping me around the house, trying to boss me around like he owned me. It was kinda annoying. So one day, while he was sleeping in the morning, i just did my trick, and the very bed sheets he was lying on absorbed him into the print. I'll admit seeing his form turn two-dimensional as he was repositioned in the print was kinda hot. And he never woke up either during the whole process, I kinda wonder if it's still dreaming like this. Or thinking. At this point i'm not sure if i should turn him back, it's not like anyone came looking for him, whenever i try these things, stuff just… conveniently changes to not bother me. I like it that way, so i won't go looking for it."

It's been five weeks.

I'm… Toby's jockstrap. I used to be something else, I think. A man, though by this point i don't quite remember what name was used on me.

Toby was one of my roommates, and i'm not sure if this was something of his making or simply a thing that happened. One moment, i was lounging on the living room, the next, my body was flattening, simplifying into fabric, shrinking and merging away as my clothing just… vanished, like it never existed. It was sudden i didnt quite realize what just happened until it was too late, by then i was just an unworn jockstrap left on the couch. Soon enough Toby walked in, looking frustrated, with nothing but a towel around his waist. He looked around and then and then spotted me, his expression lightened up, and, without even questioning, he dropped his towel and put me on, stretching my fabric againsy his wide frame and girthy cock. I could feel every fiber of mine formed around his girth…

I remember being surprised and even panicked, yet i couldnt move. Jockstraps dont move on their own. It feels silly to me now that i even tried back then. I heard my other roommate, ryan, talk to Toby, and none of them ever asked about me. At one point, Ryan mentioned having room for another roommate, since it was just the two of them, and i wanted to protest, but didn't. He wasnt wrong, it was just the two of them now in there.

In fact, as i continued to see things from this new self, i saw how there wasn't any trace i ever was there as a man. None of the photos featured me, none of my supposed belongings were around, nobody that allegedly knew me ever came looking for me. Even Toby and Ryan just kept on living. It was like i never existed, or rather… that i only existed as underwear. . Indeed. Even Toby never really acted in a teasing or malicious manner as he put me on. He just… used me, like a jockstrap ought to be used. And as this continued, as the days went by, i felt… less panicked about my current self, less desperate. Less human. And a lot more at peace.

The notion I was once human doesn't really seem real to me sometimes. It feels like something i imagined. It feels right to admit i was just underwear all this time, even if i can remember human memories, though only vaguely by this point. There are even times where i dont even really…. think. No words, no images, nothing. I just exist, and feel, as mere fabric around toby's frame. Just like a regular jockstrap. It started with a few minutes every now and then, but it's been going on for longer and longer as the days pass. Hours without a single thought, as just an ordinary jockstrap, tightly wrapped around Toby's groin…

If i was still convinced i was human at one point then, i guess i should be panicking more. But i dont. It still feels amazing, even if on those times i dont have the mind to comprehend it.