A Bi guy's desires 2

Ronny and Roman were best friends, one day when Ronny was in Roman’s house, Roman showed him a pair of knee high black engineer boots, Ronny was confused he asked- “why do you have those boots, are you going to get a motorbike?”. Roman laughed “No, someone left them at my door” Ronny laughed “oh that’s really weird, what are you going to do with them?”, Roman-“Well they’re size 9 so I might as well try them on?” Ronny laughed and nodded his head”yeah, might as well, it’s a bit of fun anyway” Roman sat down next to Ronny and put the boots down in between them, “they’re real faggy looking aren’t they” said Roman, Ronny agreed.

Roman slipped the left boot on. Ronny grabbed the right boot and tried it on himself, Roman gave him a curious look, “You didn’t say you wanted to try them on”, Ronny gave him a cheeky smile and a wink, “I was curious mate, they do look quite nice, I have to say, a bit gay looking though” said Ronny,Roman laughed. Suddenly they turned towards each other uncontrollably, Ronny’s right boot pressed forcefully against Roman’s left foot, while Roman’s left boot pressed forcefully against his friends right foot. The two men desperately tried to fight the strange force propelling them towards each other, but they remained helpless against its might. They fell on the floor against each other, Roman found himself lying down helplessly, as Ronny got stuck lying down on top of him, the two men couldn’t think of what to say or do, as their boots seemed to pull the others bootless foot in with them,

Roman felt Ronny’s feet being forcefully pressed on top of his, as they were trapped together in their newly enlarged boots, they felt their socks inside the boots stretch and intertwine as it helplessly incased their feet together inside new bigger socks. “What the fuck is going on” screamed Ronny, Roman remained quiet, still in shock. Ronny grew more fearful as his pants began to tear off, Roman’s followed soon after, the two men were now in their underwear, with the only comfort being that Ronny could make some distance between his ass and his friends crotch, Ronny’s heart jumped, as he saw his underwear begin to tear, he was soon left naked on top of Roman, who’s genitalia was now exposed behind him, he tried to keep distance, but the strange force pulled him back towards Roman, he could feel his friends hard on, as it slipped into his asshole. Roman was mortified and kept profusely apologising, Ronny didn’t respond, he was embarrassed to say that he was enjoying his predicament.

The two men felt the leather covering their nude legs as it slipped underneath their boots and formed a pair of tight, yet comfortable black leather pants. The two men became more aroused, but the fear and embarrassment remained as the process continued, a belt wrapped around their waists and pulled them even more tightly together, their shirts ripped off, Ronny felt Roman’s muscular hairy chest pressing against his slender back, and his friends muscular arms pressing against his, as a long sleeved leather shirt, bound their torsos together in luxurious black leather.

The two men couldn’t help but moan, Ronny was especially aroused by his strong friend pressing against him in leather, neither men were gay but they couldn’t deny their arousal. It was at this moment that they felt their feet merging together, the two men could now feel their feet as one, it was a strange feeling, but it felt strangely comforting to the two men, their feet were now, a massive size 18 uk, their new boots were a perfect fit. Their calves also merged, Ronny’s previously thin calves combined with Roman’s muscular ones, to make massive muscular calves, their thighs then followed, while their height was also adjusting to fit their combined muscles, the two men felt an overwhelming sense of joy as their bodies continued to merge, Ronny was ecstatic at how his body was becoming so powerful, while Roman was happy that his friend was becoming one with him, Roman felt his genitals pulling completely into Ronny’s ass, as their ass and crotches merged together, their ass was massive and their new found cock and balls were humongous, they could feel their combined pleasure, as they now moaned simultaneously, as the merging continued, Roman’s already glorious upper body, combined with Ronny’s to create and absurdly impressive physique, their necks began to merge, and the two men wondered what it would feel like, once it reached their heads, the two men could hear each others thoughts as they became closer than anyone could ever possibly be, every desire, every doubt, every single emotion that they had ever felt was now shared between them, they had become one, the new man stood up, his newly formed face combined the best features of both, he was incredibly handsome, strong jaw, green eyes, charming smile, he looked like a dream man, his hair was a combination of the two men’s, Ronny’s blonde combined with Roman’s dark brown to make a lighter shade of brown, with some lighter tones present.

“I wish I was like my neighbour,” you breathe, rubbing the mysterious thrifted lamp with near-desperation.

There’s a burst of thick smoke that stinks like gasoline and smoke. “Well, he had to earn it, boy,” says a genie right out of a Tom of Finland fantasy, with a bulge the size of your head and a lantern jaw to match. “He had to fuckin’ train for it. And I think,” the genie pauses, hearing the revving of a motorcycle engine outside, “he’s ready to take on his own apprentice.”

There’s a rush of wind on your face and, when it fades, you find yourself in an alien bedroom. Racks of leather gear line the walls, black and shining to match the dozens of boots lined up neatly in front of them. The sight and smell of all that leather has you chubbing up in the confines of your leather jock…

You look down, and gasp to see a pale, slender chest and belly leading down to a slutty leather jockstrap. You rush to the full-length mirror at the foot of the bed, unstable in your creaking chaps, and look at the leather boy you’ve become. Handsome, but in a pretty way, with angelic curls framing your face and barely hardened by the sluttiest possible leather gear.

Loud footfalls on the stairs. Gruff voices in the hall. You remember you’re in Daddy Tom’s house, your boring old bedroom in the next house over. The door swings open, and Daddy Tom looks you over, his muir cap shadowing his eyes so that he’s all bushy handlebar moustache. “Ready boy?” he asks.

Behind him, a leather daddy who looks suspiciously like the genie steps into view, a cigar clamped in his jaw.

“Time for your special training,” your daddy purrs, and your cock and hole twitch.

Another wish fulfilled.

Leatherstudx in his very tight leathers and booted.