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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.

Jonathan leaned back on the couch, the silence of the flat settling over him. Daniel had just left for the grocery store, mumbling something about being gone for an hour or so. They weren't particularly close as roommates—polite greetings and the occasional shared meal were about the extent of their interactions. Jonathan didn’t mind; he preferred his solitude.

But today, he found himself restless.

Standing, he wandered aimlessly around the flat, running his fingers over the surfaces of their shared space. The faint hum of the refrigerator filled the background, and sunlight streamed in through the window.

As he passed Daniel’s room, something caught his eye.

Through the open door, draped across the bed, was a pair of Adidas Chile 20 Joggers. Their sleek, shiny fabric shimmered slightly in the light, the dark material almost magnetic in its allure. Jonathan paused in the doorway, his gaze lingering.

Those joggers.

He had noticed them before, each time Daniel wore them. Their tight fit emphasized his roommate’s athletic build—broad shoulders, trim waist, strong legs. Jonathan had always admired Daniel’s physique, though he'd never said anything. It wasn’t exactly the kind of thing you casually brought up over breakfast.

Now, the joggers were just lying there, unguarded.

Jonathan hesitated.

His logical side told him to move along—this was an invasion of privacy, after all. But curiosity tugged at him. He took a cautious step into Daniel’s room, the air suddenly feeling heavier.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he reached out, fingertips brushing the material. It was even softer than it looked, smooth and almost impossibly light. A thrill ran through him as he traced the fabric, marveling at the craftsmanship.

No harm in just looking, he thought.

But the temptation didn’t stop there.

Jonathan glanced at the door. Daniel wouldn’t be back for a while—he’d said he had a long list of errands to run. And it wasn’t as though Daniel would know.

He bit his lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in his chest. Then, almost on autopilot, he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor.

Sliding the joggers off the bed, he hesitated for a moment longer. But something about them drew him in, an almost magnetic pull that he couldn’t resist.

The fabric glided over his legs as he pulled them on, fitting snugly around his thighs and calves. A warm tingle spread through his body, starting at his legs and radiating upward. He shuddered, running his hands along the material, savoring the sensation.

They felt incredible, almost too good to be true.

Jonathan turned to the full-length mirror on Daniel’s closet door, his breath catching as he took in his reflection. The joggers clung to him perfectly, highlighting the lean muscle he rarely paid attention to. He twisted slightly, admiring the way they moved with him, shimmering in the light.He let out a soft laugh, half in disbelief.

Why does this feel so…right?

The joggers seemed to amplify something in him, a confidence he hadn’t felt in years. He ran his hand along his thigh again, marveling at the sleek texture. The warm tingle intensified, spreading through his whole body.

Jonathan stood transfixed before the mirror, his reflection almost unrecognizable to him. The joggers clung to his form like a second skin, accentuating the contours of his thighs in a way that sent a fresh wave of exhilaration through him.

Turning slightly, he admired how the fabric shimmered, catching the light and emphasizing his shape. The tingle that had started in his legs now crept upward, an unrelenting warmth spreading into his chest. His hands instinctively followed the sensation, brushing over his stomach.

His breath hitched.

What is this feeling?

The tightness in his shirt became more apparent as his fingers moved over his torso. His skin felt hypersensitive, every stroke amplifying the growing heat within him. It wasn’t just the joggers anymore—it was as if the sensation they brought with them was awakening something deep inside him.

Jonathan pressed his palm against his chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath his shirt. Each touch seemed to radiate outward, sending shivers up his arms and into his neck. His muscles tensed, his body alive with an energy he couldn’t quite explain.

He glanced down at the joggers again. The once-subtle arousal had become impossible to ignore, the fabric tightening against him. His face flushed, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Staring into the mirror, he let his hands roam, his fingers exploring his chest, tracing the lines of his shoulders. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if savoring every ripple of sensation that followed.

“This… feels so good,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

His reflection stared back at him, a mixture of awe and desire in his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he had looked at himself like this, felt this way about his own body. The joggers weren’t just clothing—they were something else entirely. They made him feel… alive.

His hand drifted lower, brushing against the bulge straining against the joggers. The touch sent a jolt through him, his knees nearly buckling under the intensity. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.

His fingers returned to his chest, tracing the edge of his shirt as if tempted to remove it entirely. The tingling warmth was spreading faster now, a current of pleasure that left him trembling.

Jonathan closed his eyes for a moment, his breaths shallow and uneven. He knew he should stop, knew this was crossing a line, but the sensations were too overwhelming to ignore.

When he opened his eyes again, his reflection seemed almost unfamiliar, his expression one of pure, unfiltered longing.

Jonathan’s head rested against the mirror, his reflection a haze of sweat and lust. His hand moved rhythmically over the bulge in the joggers, unable to stop, each stroke pulling him deeper into the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. His breathing was ragged, vision blurred, every nerve alight with the tingle that now engulfed his entire body.

He didn’t even hear the front door open.

“Feels good, huh?”

The low chuckle cut through the fog in Jonathan’s mind like a blade, his entire body freezing for a moment. Slowly, he turned his head, catching sight of Daniel leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Jonathan’s breath hitched.

Daniel’s smirk was knowing, almost predatory. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness.

“It’s those pants, isn’t it?” he said, voice low and smooth.

“They feel amazing, don’t they?”

Jonathan opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. His hand was still pressed against himself, his body betraying him as it refused to stop.

Daniel’s smirk widened. “Don’t be shy. I’ve seen you watching me—those looks you give me when you think I don’t notice. The way your eyes linger on my legs, my body…”

He took another step closer. “Craving to touch me. To make me yours. Isn’t that right?”

Jonathan shook his head weakly, trying to deny it, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him.

“It’s cute, really,” Daniel said, closing the distance between them in one fluid motion. Before Jonathan could react, Daniel was behind him, his strong arms wrapping around Jonathan’s waist. His hands slid over Jonathan’s chest, palms warm and firm through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Jonathan shivered, his knees nearly buckling at the contact.

“Oh, you poor thing…” Daniel whispered, his breath hot against Jonathan’s ear. His hands roamed lower, tracing the curves of Jonathan’s body. “Your mind is so weak and feeble, isn’t it? So easy to give in, so easy to lose yourself.”

Jonathan let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against Daniel’s shoulder. He should resist, he knew he should, but every word Daniel spoke seemed to burrow deeper into him, unraveling his will.

“That’s adorable, y’know?” Daniel murmured, his lips brushing against Jonathan’s neck. “Especially when it’s so easy for me to… have certain effects on you, let’s say.”

Jonathan’s hand was still moving, his strokes slow and desperate. Daniel’s hands slid up to his chest again, encouraging him, guiding him.

“Just focus,” Daniel said, his voice hypnotic. “Focus on how the fabric feels. How tight it is. How shiny it looks in the light. No thoughts needed, Jonathan. Just feel.”

Jonathan’s mind was a haze, every word sinking him deeper. The tingle spread anew, radiating from where Daniel’s hands touched him, their warmth almost searing.

“It’s okay to let go,” Daniel whispered. “Just let it happen. Let me guide you. Doesn’t it feel so much better when you stop thinking?”

Jonathan let out a soft whimper, his body completely yielding to Daniel’s touch and words.

Daniel’s voice was a velvet purr, every word sinking into Jonathan like a warm embrace, binding him tighter to the moment.

“I can feel you leaking, Jonathan,” Daniel murmured, his hands sliding lower, brushing tantalizingly over the growing wetness staining the joggers.

“That’s okay. Let it all out.”

Jonathan’s breath came in short, shallow gasps, his hand trembling as it continued to stroke. He could feel the heat pooling, the tingling sensation now a relentless current coursing through his body. Every inch of him burned, his mind spiraling deeper into Daniel’s intoxicating words.

“Into the joggers,” Daniel whispered, his voice soothing yet commanding. “I always do that too.”

Jonathan shuddered at the confession, his body responding instinctively. The joggers clung tighter, every movement amplifying the slick, almost electric sensation against his skin.

“And with every drop,” Daniel continued, his lips grazing Jonathan’s ear, “let all your little thoughts leak out too. Every single one of them, dripping out of the tip of your cock”

Jonathan whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as the tension within him built to an unbearable peak. He couldn’t think anymore, couldn’t resist—Daniel’s words were all he could hear, all he could feel.

“Every drop, every thought… gone,” Daniel whispered, his tone laced with possessive satisfaction. “That’s it, Jonathan. Just let go. Let it all flow out of you. And then…”

Jonathan’s body arched, his muscles tightening as the inevitable release approached, his mind completely lost in the sensations overtaking him.

“When you finally release,” Daniel said, his voice low and certain, “you’ll be mine.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered shut, the world dissolving as he surrendered completely.

Jonathan's body shuddered violently as he released, the tension flooding out of him in a wave of pure, overwhelming sensation. His knees buckled, and he slumped backward, his weight falling into Daniel’s strong arms.

“There you go,” Daniel whispered, his voice soft and soothing as he steadied Jonathan against him. His grip was firm but tender, holding him upright as he trembled, spent and dazed.

Jonathan’s head fell against Daniel’s shoulder, his breath ragged, his vision swimming with the aftershocks of what had just happened. He felt Daniel’s hand slide up to cup his face, tilting it gently upward.

“That’s right, Jonathan,” Daniel murmured, his tone dripping with affection and possession. “You’re mine now.”

Jonathan’s gaze met Daniel’s, and he saw something in his eyes—a mixture of warmth and dominance, a protective yet possessive intensity that made his chest tighten in a strange, almost comforting way.

Daniel’s fingers brushed over Jonathan’s cheek, his touch slow and deliberate. “You’ve given yourself to me,” he continued, his voice low and soothing. “Completely.”

Jonathan couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. He simply nodded weakly, leaning further into Daniel’s embrace, the warmth of his body a grounding presence.

Daniel’s hand moved downward, tracing along Jonathan’s chest before settling just below his waist. He stroked him gently, his palm pressing against the dampness that had spread through the joggers.

Jonathan closed his eyes, letting himself sink into Daniel’s touch, the overwhelming sensations of earlier fading into a hazy, blissful calm.

Daniel continued to caress him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. “That’s it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “No more worries. No more thoughts. Just me.”

Daniel’s hands rested firmly on Jonathan’s waist as he steadied him, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. He stroked the damp fabric of the joggers one last time, his touch slow and deliberate, before letting his hands glide upward to Jonathan’s shoulders.

“You’ll keep those joggers on today,” Daniel murmured, his voice calm but commanding, the words seeping into Jonathan’s dazed mind like a gentle tide. “Let’s see just how far you’re willing to fall.”

Jonathan blinked sluggishly, his body still trembling as the intensity of the moment ebbed away. The joggers clung to him, their slick material damp and snug against his skin, a constant reminder of what had just happened.

“I… I…” he stammered, his voice hoarse, but Daniel placed a finger under his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

“No need to speak,” Daniel said, his tone both soothing and authoritative. “Just listen. Just feel.”

Jonathan nodded weakly, his mind too clouded to resist.

Daniel guided him out of the room and into the living space, his arm draped protectively around Jonathan’s shoulders. The joggers shimmered slightly in the light, the damp patch visible but ignored as Jonathan moved in a haze, unable to think clearly, unable to do anything but follow.

“Good,” Daniel said as he settled Jonathan onto the couch, his touch lingering on his shoulder. “Now, just relax. Let those feelings sink in. Let them remind you of who you belong to.”

Jonathan’s breathing was shallow, his body hypersensitive to every brush of the fabric against his skin. His thoughts felt distant, blurred by the lingering sensations and Daniel’s steady, commanding presence.

Daniel leaned down, his lips close to Jonathan’s ear. “You’ll wear them all day,” he said softly, his voice wrapping around Jonathan like a blanket. “Feel every little sensation they bring you. Every tingle. Every spark. Let it remind you how easy it is to give in.”

Jonathan swallowed hard, the warmth of Daniel’s words washing over him. He didn’t protest, didn’t even think to.

“You’re already mine,” Daniel continued, his hand brushing lightly against Jonathan’s chest. “But by the end of today, you won’t even remember what it felt like to be anything else.”

Jonathan shivered, his head nodding slightly as he sank deeper into the couch.

Daniel crouched in front of Jonathan, his gaze never wavering. His eyes were sharp, but there was a softness to them, a possessive tenderness that sent a shiver down Jonathan’s spine.

“You’re such a good boy,” Daniel murmured, reaching up to cup Jonathan’s face. His thumb brushed across Jonathan’s cheek in slow, deliberate strokes, his touch both soothing and claiming.

Jonathan’s breath hitched. He was still reeling, his body exhausted yet hyperaware of every sensation—the dampness of the joggers against his skin, the warmth of Daniel’s hand, the steady rhythm of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Daniel’s hand slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of Jonathan’s jaw. “Look at you,” he whispered, his voice low and intimate. “Falling so perfectly. You were made for this, weren’t you? For me.”

Jonathan swallowed hard, his lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. He could only stare back, his body leaning slightly into Daniel’s touch as if drawn by an invisible force.

Daniel’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, his hand moving to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Jonathan’s ear. “You don’t need to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you tremble.”

Jonathan’s cheeks flushed, his gaze flickering down for a moment before Daniel gently tilted his chin back up.

“Ah, ah,” Daniel chided playfully. “Eyes on me, Jonathan.

”Their gazes locked, and Jonathan felt as though he were being pulled deeper, his thoughts dissolving under the weight of Daniel’s presence.

“You’re mine now,” Daniel said, his voice filled with a quiet certainty as he continued to caress Jonathan’s face. “And I’m going to take such good care of you.”

Jonathan nodded faintly, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. He didn’t know how far he’d fall, but in that moment, he didn’t care.

All that mattered was Daniel.

Daniel’s thumb continued its gentle caress along Jonathan’s cheek, his fingers steadying his face as he spoke softly, possessively. The closeness, the warmth, and the lingering sensations in the joggers were too much for Jonathan’s overwhelmed body.

A soft, helpless moan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at you,” Daniel murmured, his tone filled with satisfaction. “You can’t even help it, can you?”

Jonathan’s body trembled, his breath hitching as the sensations built again, faster this time, as if every nerve had been primed to respond. His chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps, and his hands gripped the edges of the couch as his muscles tensed.

“Go on,” Daniel whispered, his hands cradling Jonathan’s face, his thumbs brushing across his temples now. “Let it happen. Let it all out for me.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered open briefly, glassy and unfocused, before they rolled back entirely as his body gave in once more. A soft cry escaped his lips, and his entire frame shuddered violently as he released again, the joggers now clinging impossibly tighter to his skin.

Daniel held him steady, his arms strong and grounding as Jonathan slumped forward, utterly spent. His face fell against Daniel’s chest, his breathing heavy and erratic as he trembled in the aftermath.

“There you go,” Daniel murmured, stroking Jonathan’s hair gently now, his fingers threading through the damp strands. “That’s my good boy. Just let it all out.”

Jonathan whimpered softly, his body weak and pliant in Daniel’s arms.

“Shhh,” Daniel soothed, his voice low and comforting as he cradled Jonathan closer. “You’re doing so well for me. Just let it all sink in. No thoughts, no resistance. Only me.”

Daniel’s hand slid lower, stroking gently over the damp fabric of the joggers, as if to reassure Jonathan.

“You feel that?” Daniel whispered. “That’s what it means to be mine. Completely and utterly mine.”

Oh look, another thing that was going to be simple and ended up with a hecc ton of packages... aha

I had a bit of a vision to turn the H&M tube dress into a strappy dress over a t-shirt on Yuxi's mesh with trainers, but when I looked at the default mesh in simpe... it was a bit of a mess. The mesh was duplicated and so the package was twice as big as it needed to be, but I'm not too surprised, as that's not uncommon with older default replacements. That led to me actually making a completely new mesh which has the dress and shoes in different texture groups, so texture space can be cut down by repo'ing them! I ended up working off @rudhira's mesh edit, so the shape is a bit nicer, too.

Taking over someone elses body isn’t always an easy task. Too many variables to take into consideration. Their age, fitness, mental capacity, and innate resilience. Are they exhausted, or well-rested? Even more, when considering taking over athletes. Even the ones not in their prime.

But, using something as a conduit, a tool, may erase most of them. Clothes work perfectly. Especially tight clothes. The immediate contact to skin can make it so much easier to take control.

After a long time delaying the inevitable, and noticing that I couldn’t just bolt outside naked, I decided to bite the bullet and use at least part of these clothes ‒ I’d never be caught dead with a tie !

But as I put on the boxers, my eye twitched. I had a bad feeling about this, but I knew that I had to continue. I put on the socks, and again, a weird reaction, as if my brain was directly influenced by this. I looked at the dress pants, wondering whether I should go for it, but the answer was obvious : wear it ! And as I put it on, I finally understood what that foreboding impression was. I was craving those clothes more and more.

So when I looked again at the dress shirt, my arm reached before my brain was ready, and put it on. It was terrible ‒ I felt all stuck, all disgusting on my skin… yet turned on. And even though this outfit was complete enough to be able to discreetly flee back to familiar ground, I was thinking about how great it would be to wear a tie. How hot it would be to look like a proper man, the kind of which I’ve never identified with.

And so, I reached for a pink tie striped with silver. My arms knew how to tie it, and squeezed my neck until I could barely breathe. All tight, all disgusting… yet all so desperately alluring. I felt like a doll when I put on the navy jacket, being forced to take a form that isn’t its, yet fainting a smile that cannot be scrubbed out of its face. The outfit was complete, save for a bit of jewelry, and I felt both glee and disgust.

By then, I don’t know how much it was me or my body moving, but I put on rings and a gold-plated watch, glinting in the light, sure to broadcast how rich I now supposedly was. Finally, I took some dress shoes with small heels. I had almost reached orgasm, and I could control almost no part of my body anymore. Everything was moving with a grace that only the son of the high society would bear. Not the son of a normal person.

I did manage to move to a mirror, and noticed how much my physique had changed. My years having been swept away, my stature being leaner and shorter, and my traits being much more handsome. And when I looked at my hair, I could see that it had become blonder, yet it was flat… too flat… My hand took gel and with an expert agility created a quiff, neat enough to be distinguished yet messy enough to be attractive.

My brain went blank. The cognitive dissonance was so much, too much that it erased me. Only foreign memories of the son of the Count, a proper man raised all his life in utter luxury, remained.

I smiled, and as I was leaving for the reception, an older man I recognized as my valet hailed me and attached two white flowers at my jacket.

"To celebrate your new life as the heir, sir."

Mark had a special gift that’s been in his family for generations he could turn other people into clothes and use there energy for himself.

Once they arrive he make quick work off it turning them into his new socks.

Jason is the first one to start shrinking his limbs fuse together as his skin turns to black cotton he can’t close his mouth anymore forming the opening for the sock. Falling down he can’t move looking just like any other sock, mark fetches him from the ground sliding him over his big sweaty feet.

Immediately feeling the energy he gets from wearing only one sock Mark waisted no time picking up Todd slipping him on his other foot.

Mark feels so strong having his 2 gym buddies on his feet! After the competition that he won offcours it felt so good being so strong he couldn’t give up that feeling, looking down at his socks they still look like new but started to smell, sorry mates but this is going to be the last time I ever speek to you, you 2 feel so good on my feet I just can’t give you up so your staying as my socks permanent! Hope you like the smell it is only going to get worse from here on.