Monled

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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Enjoy the carolers’ festive songs and let your hands clap. The stockings bulge with new gifts! Or rather… that old jockstrap.

After another intense workout, Enzo was ready to hit the showers and rinse off all his sweat. The fitness model loved heading to the gym at this time of day, since it was relatively empty and he was left unobstructed by the other patrons. It also meant that he had the entire sauna and locker room to himself, allowing him to enjoy the facilities in peace. Stripping down the last of his gym clothes, the large man stuffed them into his locker. He debated whether he should leave his shorts on before entering the sauna, but Enzo decided to go in his jockstrap for the day. There wasn’t anyone around anyway, besides two young men still chatting away at the turf area. He didn’t think they’d be done with their workout any time soon, so Enzo could fully enjoy himself in the heated room.

Admiring himself as he passed by some of the mirrors, the beefy man paused as he flexed and posed a few times. It was a shame he put away his phone so soon; Enzo wouldn’t have minded grabbing a few snaps for the ‘gram to make all those thirsty followers go nuts over his muscular frame. But he could always do that after his shower. A dripping wet, shirtless photo with his towel hanging low around his waist would certainly drive his engagement up.

Flashing a cocky grin at himself in the mirror, Enzo strolled away towards the sauna. The room was nice and warm, and the coils made the air thick and heavy with their heat. It was absolute perfection, and the model could already feel himself starting to sweat. Making himself comfortable at one of the higher seats, he leaned back, resting his head and back against the wooden walls as he closed his eyes. This was going to do absolute wonders for his muscle recovery.

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Enzo wasn’t sure how long he had passed out for, only blinking his eyes open blearily in the dim lighting of the sauna. The air was heavy and thick, and the room had a musty smell. His vision was still a bit blurry, and the large man brought up his hand to wipe away at his damp eyelids. Fuck, it’s been a while since I fell asleep in the sauna, he thought to himself with a slight chuckle as he tried to sit up to readjust his slumped position. It was never a good idea to fall asleep there, but surprisingly, Enzo didn’t feel light-headed or dehydrated. In fact, he felt refreshed, like he was ready to take on another workout or two. He grunted as he pushed himself up a bit higher, his head swimming in the foggy haze of the room.

I’ve probably hit my time limit anyway. I should get to the showers. And maybe a cold plunge after, Enzo thought to himself, only feeling the slick, dotted droplets of sweat clinging to his skin. He casually wiped it away with the palm of his hand, only raising a brow as he felt how wet and slick his body was. He really was sweating a lot today, but it was nothing a shower couldn’t fix. As the fitness model stood up from his seat, he found himself slipping and falling, sinking a bit lower onto the wooden seat instead. Enzo groaned softly, his eyes rolling back as he felt the warmth press up against more of his backside. Thankfully, his fat ass cheeks cushioned some of the fall, and the jock could only chuckle at the idea of leg day coming in clutch for him.

Enzo moved to push himself upright, only furrowing his brows as he found himself struggling to do so. Whoa, I must really be out of it. Maybe I am dehydrated or something, he thought as he tried to push himself up with his arms once more. But when he glanced over, the fitness model’s eyes widened in surprise as he watched the firm, muscular peaks of his biceps begin to deflate. They were shrinking at an alarmingly rapid pace, to the point where Enzo wondered if his muscles were being sucked out of him. But it wasn’t just his muscles. His bones, his skin, his arms—all of it was shrinking and flattening, like he was made of paper instead of human flesh.

Gasping in shock, the model flopped over to the side, grunting as he tried to catch himself with his other arm. But like the first arm, his second was also shrinking into nothingness. Enzo could feel his heaving chest start to puff out of fear and nervousness, clearly confused as to what was happening to him. He used his broad shoulders to try to stand upright, pushing off the wooden seat so he could at least move towards the glass door of the sauna. Perhaps someone was nearby and could take him to a hospital. “H-Help! Help! Anyone out there?! I need hel—”

Enzo yelped as his legs buckled, his knees collapsing under the upper weight of his body. He groaned as he flopped forward, tumbling from the steps onto the warm wooden floor. Bracing for impact, the model scrunched his face up for the inevitable fall that he could not prevent. But instead of a painful and loud smack, it felt like he had fallen peacefully onto a bed of pillows. He could still feel the hard wooden floor against his face as he wriggled about, but there was no flash of pain from the impact going through his body. Grunting as he managed to flop over onto his back, Enzo was able to tilt his head up to see what was going on.

And the sight made him freeze with a shuddering gasp.

Enzo wasn’t shrinking, deflating, or flattening. He wasn’t even disappearing. But the moment he saw his big, beefy legs, with thighs the size of an elephant’s, being sucked up into his sweaty jockstrap, Enzo knew he was turning into something else. He struggled to move, with no limbs to support his efforts as he flopped about. “N-No, no— this can’t be happening! Someone, help me!” he called out, his voice wavering with panic. But there was no one around to witness this man’s transformation. And when the jockstrap began to inch higher up off his disappearing waist onto his abs, the model knew that this was it for him.

As he collapsed in on himself and folded up muscle and muscle into a damp, sweaty piece of cloth, it was surprisingly not a painful feeling. In fact, Enzo likened it to a warm embrace. The feeling was overwhelming and overpowering, yet not unwelcome. And certainly not something that hurt, despite his being unable to stop what happened to him. Still, it was strange. Enzo could still feel things, although not the same way he could as a human. He could sense heat, and he could feel the wooden grains along the floor. His vision was completely obscured, and yet Enzo was distinctly aware of where he was and what he was touching. And while the model had no distinguishable features anymore, having been turned into the same damp jockstrap he had been wearing just a few moments ago, Enzo could sense the sagging pouch of the underwear. His heavy cock and balls had certainly pushed the fabric to its limits, straining it to the point where it was almost ready to snap. And he had often joked that this one was his “lucky jockstrap.” But now, Enzo could only match the feeling of his former face to the relatively loose pouch, with the rest of his limbs and body being appropriated for the stretch elastic bands that snapped tight against a person’s skin.

I need… help… Someone— help me, Enzo thought desperately, doing his best to wriggle and shake. In his new form, there was nothing that he could do except wait for someone to come along. He wasn’t sure how he could get them to help, but the jockstrap knew he couldn’t stop trying now. And as if his prayers had been answered, he heard a couple of voices entering the locker room. This is it! My chance!

“I’m telling you, Rome, it’s not as bad as you think. I promise, if you give it some time, you’ll get used to your new body.”

“You don’t get it man! I used to have it all! The muscles, the build, everything! Now I’m… I’m just… not me–”

“I know, it’s tough. And if there was even some way I could help, I would, but— how would we even explain it to the doctors?”

Their conversation dragged on about something else that Enzo had no interest in or care for. The jockstrap didn’t even know what was going on, only frantically squirming in his mind in a desperate attempt to will the sauna door to open. How long were the two young men going to talk about such a thing? He needed help! They had to help him!

“Anyway, I’m gonna take a dip in the pool. You wanna come with?”

“...I think I’ll just go to the sauna or something. I… need some time to myself.”

Yes! Yes! Come here! Come in here!

“...Alright, well… you know where to find me if you need anything, Rome. Seriously, I’ve got you, okay?”

“Thanks, Ethan. You’re… a great guy. I appreciate it. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry I was such an asshole to you before when— when I had it all.”

Enzo’s frustrations were quickly soothed by the sound of the sauna door opening and the rush of cool air barreling in from the locker room. The jockstrap mentally shuddered at the feeling, a wave of relief flooding through him as he knew this was his chance at being saved. While he couldn’t see what was going on, he could feel the vibrations of small, light feet stepping on the hot floor towards him.

“Huh, so this is the sauna? It’s pretty nice. I should’ve gone to this more when I had the chance. Wait, what’s—?”

The jockstrap mentally squirmed with delight as the stranger picked up the elastic waistband. If he could jump for joy, Enzo would be pumping his fist into the air now. Fuck yeah! Now you just gotta go get some help, man!

“Who’d leave their jockstrap in here? That’s… so unsanitary.”

There was a bated pause, an unspoken silence hanging between the young man and the discarded jockstrap on the sauna room floor.

“...It’s so wet with sweat. And it smells… kinda good…”

Enzo suddenly felt its pouch being pressed up against a human face, the jockstrap shuddering as it felt Rome’s nose twitch against the sweaty fabric. The clothing wished to push the young man away, to stop him from sniffing at it like a dog seeking out a new item. But Rome was basking in Enzo’s sweat, savoring the dampness as the jockstrap rested upon his face. The jockstrap felt a wave of relief rush through it as Rome pulled away, the young man glancing back out the glass door to make sure no one was entering.

“This is insane… I shouldn’t even be doing this.”

And yet, Rome didn’t stop himself from stripping down to the nude in the sauna. He stretched Enzo’s elastic waistband apart, only giggling softly as he felt the tight snap against his smooth skin. The twink slid up the piece of fabric against Enzo’s wishes, only sighing as he felt the damp fabric cling to his skin amidst the muggy heat.

Enzo could only feel despair as it was dragged upwards, its pouch wrapping around Rome’s relatively small and unimpressive cock and balls. The jockstrap caught a whiff of the twink’s scent, feeling it mix in with its own masculine musk. The smell was lighter and fragrant, almost floral. It seemed incredibly out of place from what Enzo had known, basking in the idea of what it meant to be a purely masculine, macho man. But with Rome wearing the piece of fabric, Enzo could only cling to the one lifeline it had to help make things go back to normal. The waistband tightened around the slim waist, even with Rome’s hands holding up the loose piece of fabric.

“O-Oh fuck… It’s so big… But it feels so good on me,” Rome whispered breathlessly as his fingers slid down to poke and prod at Enzo, feeling the gaps of air between his skin and the jockstrap.

The young man’s fascination with Enzo soon changed into something more charged and electric when a pulse of heat ran through both of them. Rome buckled forward, stumbling over to the wooden steps as his hands caught him from falling. Enzo felt the young twink surge forward, only clinging on tighter in case it fell off those slim legs. There was a sudden surge inside of Enzo, a growing need to give, to fill, to grow. And the outpouring feelings of its former essence began to flow straight into the young man, pumping his cock and balls full of whatever masculinity Enzo had before.

Rome moaned as the jockstrap clung tight to his skin, his body trembling as he began to convulse. “W-What...What’s happening to me?!” he gasped as he tried to pry off the clinging fabric. But the jockstrap wouldn’t let go, practically suctioned onto him. What once was a loose and flimsy pouch of cloth soon filled up and stretched to its upper limits, to the point where Rome was worried that it would rip into pieces. He groaned at the pleasurable feeling of his crotch being pumped full of testosterone, the essence of man being pumped straight into his swelling manhood. The twink’s soft whimpers and mewls began to drop in octaves, the extra hormones causing his cock to spurt out droplets of precum into the damp, sweaty jockstrap pouch as his ballsack hung out the sides of the tight underwear.

Enzo could feel the spurts of precum splattering over its pouch, and the jockstrap all but greedily sucked it up. Every droplet that came out of Rome’s growing cock slit was absorbed into the fabric. Enzo could feel itself pulsing and vibrating around the young man’s length, in an action that felt eerily similar to a mouth gagging and bobbing away on the fattening member.

Shaking as his body began to pulse with the overflow of manhood, Rome moaned as his body began to swell and grow at an accelerating rate. What was once a smooth and slender twink with a cute bubble butt was quickly morphing into a hot and hunky man. The young man’s skin began to lighten to a caramel tone, and Rome’s visage began to shift from something cute and ethereal into something more cocky and lewd. Licking his lips as he felt the dusting of facial hair coat above his upper lip and his chin, Rome groaned in delight at the idea of a moustache pressing up between some big ass cheeks when he ate someone out.

The twink’s brows furrowed at the sudden influx of feelings and emotions beginning to pour into him, with memories of a confident, cocky fitness model meshing into his own life. Rome whimpered as his own life began to morph around his new identity as a proud Latnio man, with memories of a man named Enzo integrating into his own life. Romeo wasn’t sure where all these thoughts were coming from, or why this was happening to him, but he could hazard a guess that it had something to do with the pulsing jockstrap that was now framing his thick, beefy quads and some bouncy ass cheeks that someone could bounce a quarter off of.

Grinning as he reached down to palm his hefty bulge, Romeo could only admire the sight of his arms thickening into strong, powerful limbs. It no longer had the appearance of someone weak, and it was even larger than it had been during his time before he met Devon. Now he was becoming a real man, someone with thick arms that could carry and lift anyone or anything he needed. A thick dusting of armpit hair grew into his pits, like a dense, coarse forest of hair that trapped in that musk. While Romeo could catch a glimpse of his scent changing, it still carried the same light and floral fragrance that he was so proud of before. Now, it was more heady, with underlying tones of oak, leather, and a spice that tingled in the back of one’s nose.

“Oh fuck… Fuck me…” Romeo purred as he continued to stroke himself through his jockstrap. The new model grinned as he poked and prodded at his beefy pecs, admiring the way the skin bounced back from where his fingers had touched it. There was so much muscle mass that he was unfamiliar with now, bigger than he had ever been before. Stumbling over to one of the wooden steps, the fitness model spread his stocky legs wide as he sat down onto his perky ass. He groaned as he continued palming himself, rubbing at his bulge in tandem with the jockstrap’s strong and steady pulses. “This was all your doing, wasn’t it? You cheeky little thing. I bet you were Enzo before you were this fabric, huh?”

The jockstrap only pulsed in return, an acknowledgement of what Romeo was saying.

“Oh man… Fuck, just keep doing shit like that, and I’ll never take you off,” the beefy man chuckled as he ran his hands over his defined, rugged abs. “Damn… So you gave it all up and gave it to me, huh? Finally, here to see what it’s like when a real man has all your brawn and bulk?” he teased as he continued talking down at his crotch. The jockstrap pulsed once more, this time more desperate and quick with rapid flurries that massaged and groped at Romeo’s cock.

The large man groaned at the additional pulses, only chuckling lowly as he pulled back at the waistband. Whatever pressure was keeping the jockstrap on tight before seemed to have released its hold, and Romeo was staring at a piece of clothing that he could easily take off as he pleased. “Don’t worry, dude. I won’t do anything silly like that. I learned my lesson the first time, and I’m not planning on giving up all your bulk any time soon.” Romeo grunted as his hands teased at the underside of his hardening cock, rubbing the jockstrap’s fabric up against his veiny, sensitive skin. “But I do want to thank you for letting me live in your life now. It’s only right to give thanks.”

Enzo could feel itself starting to fade away, their consciousness barely a flickering ember of a flame as it felt Romeo began to stroke and pump at his fat cock with renewed vigor. The large man seemed not to wish to take Enzo off, only letting the jockstrap get the whole experience of that leaking cock dripping into its pouch. The feeling was highly erotic and sensual, with Enzo also pulsing and vibrating in turn. It didn’t want to let go; it didn’t want to lose this. But if it had to go, it was certainly grateful that Romeo would give it one last taste like this. Its senses could feel the way the other man’s body twitched and tightened, his muscles flexing as he pumped away at that fat cock that used to be Enzo’s.

“Oh fuck… Fuck yeah… I’m so fuckin’ hot… I’m so fuckin’ hot, and it’s all because of you, Enzo! You made this stud!”

Romeo’s words reverberated in the space, and Enzo felt a sense of pride. That was right, it had been a strong, beefy stud before, and now Romeo was one too. Even if he looked like how Enzo used to, the other man was his own being, with his own personality and life to live. And the jockstrap could only be grateful if Romeo brought him along to witness it all.

There was a low, shuddering gasp as Romeo drew close to his orgasm, and Enzo was suddenly flooded with the outpour of something thick and white and sticky, coating all over its pouch with the strong force of a waterfall. There were pulses with each load, and Enzo was sure that if it had a face like before, it would have surely drowned in the excessive outpour that flowed out of Romeo.

“H-Hngh! Fuck, fuck, oh shit! Holy fuck!”

Silence soon fell over the sauna as Romeo’s grunts and shakes from his body subsided. There was a thick haze that hung in the air as the beefy stud still rubbed and pawed at his softening cock, gently patting at the sweaty and cummy pouch of his jockstrap. The jockstrap’s own thoughts and feelings had long since faded away, with the lingering sense of the need to pleasure and provide left behind in its former being’s wake. It was a few moments before the large man spoke once more, his voice gravely and husky after the orgasmic finish.

“I’m gonna wear you everywhere I go. I won’t forget this. You’re going to be my lucky jockstrap, Enzo.”

The jockstrap pulsed in agreement, grateful that it belonged to someone more suitable.

It felt like I was about to piss my pants, “Ummm, uhhh…” Was my only response as I squeezed my crotch in order to prevent it. Suddenly there was a jolt in my ass and I sat back in my chair. I spread my legs, “Oh shit.”

“You can try to resist,” His voice remained so calm and steady, “but you won’t succeed.”

Despite his certainty, resist is exactly what I tried to do. I gripped the table tightly, leaning forward and trying to look him in the eye and let him know I wasn’t going to let him win. Unfortunately my mind started to break, and I found myself sounding pathetic as I released an involuntary moan.

I kicked the chair back and stood up with the full intention of telling him I was through. Before I could utter a word, however, the feeling started working it’s way from my ass into my balls. I grabbed myself in an effort to prevent an explosion of fluid into my pants.

“You won’t shoot,” He sounded so sure, “don’t fight it, just give in.”

Despite his reassurance I still felt the need to fight against the feeling. I didn’t want to massively unload inside my pants. Unfortunately, fighting just made the feeling sink in even deeper.

“You’re not in control,” He told me as I involuntarily kicked my leg up onto the table.

“Oh no, oh shit,” I stopped fighting it for just a moment. For just a moment I felt the full pleasure that I was being put through. “Oh fuck,” I shuddered as I tried to resume resisting, this time a little less effectively.

“Stop resisting,” He demanded, as the intensity started traveling down into my dick and up into my torso, “you can’t win.”

My brain became overwhelmed. As my nipples rose and brushed up against my shirt I gave in. I started to shake with orgasmic pleasure. I was so certain that I was about to soak my pants, except I didn’t. I was on the edge, but that’s where I stayed, my muscles seemed unwilling to release the pressure building up inside of me.

“Not a bad resistance time,” He told me as I shook and shivered while wave after wave of not-quite-orgasmic pleasure hit me, “not great but not bad. We’ll try to cut your time down slowly, give you as many chances as possible to lose the fight. Eventually you won’t resist, of course, but that could be weeks away. Until then, welcome aboard. I think you’ll find that the true pleasure is all ours.”

“Aw shit,” Was my only possible reply.