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Bro, come on, smile! Don’t you realize how lucky you are? Not only are we giving you the experience of becoming an Olympic athlete’s own speedo, we’re letting you choose which swimmer gets to own you! You should be happy! Now pick.
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Yes, that’s right, American boy… I told you I would be bringing you with me to the Olympics… but I did not say in what form. You will exist as only my Speedo for the time being. And you will love it. I like the way you feel on me, American boy. Maybe I will keep you in this shape forever. Would you like that? You cannot answer, but of course you will.
Hey, bro, you found me!
Yup, you got that right, I’m a Banana now. I guess you can say they caught me slipping… you can be a Banana too, bro, you just gotta let them transform you. It feels good, bro. They put you in this comfortable uniform— peep the yellow compression shorts— and they feed you this yellow stuff that Coach says, uh, “turns your brain to mush but makes your muscles massive” or something like that… I don’t remember exactly what he said. Doesn’t matter, bro.
You a Banana, or a Ba-nono? You gotta decide, bro, the team’s coming for you right now.
Classic bait & switch, my signature magic move.
I transform myself into some underwear, lay down on a public bathroom floor, and wait for some faggy perv to come along and take the free briefs. Maybe it’s because he likes the mystery of who left them there, or the self-humiliation, or some other fetish, or maybe he just needs new undies. The reason doesn’t matter to me, I just need a new body as a disguise.
Once he puts me on, my magic powers take over. His mind, his consciousness, slips down from the seat of his brain, falls through his body, and he essentially farts it out of his own ass, absorbed into the fabric, where he becomes his own underwear. At the same time, my consciousness is able to go in and up, into his head, and just like that, I’m him. He’s dirty bathroom floor briefs on what’s formerly his own ass.
Man, what a handsome one I got this time. You wouldn’t expect this guy to be such a freak. And I guess you wouldn’t expect him to be me, either, which is why I needed to take him over. Now I can escape my pursuers in this new body.
Don’t worry, down there, underwear boy, I can always give you your body back. But… I just might keep it. For a while, maybe forever, I don’t know yet. Hang in there while I use your body as my new disguise for now.
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He knows he’s my beta bitch. He accepts his place. There’s a hierarchy on this swim team. Whoever has the biggest dick rules. This loser’s got the smallest on the team, and he likes when I remind him of that. Fagboy’s little wiener is starting to get hard in his jammers from being stepped on my big alpha foot. That’s good. Impossible to hide a boner in these tight, hydrodynamic swimsuits. I’m gonna stand him up and make sure the whole team, coach, even the onlookers, see what an obedient bitchboy he is to me, his master.
I guess, in terms of what I’m capable of doing to you with my magic powers, the only fate more humiliating than being turned into a grown man’s swim briefs is being turned into a grown man’s SpongeBob SquarePants swim briefs. You look so stupid now, tight yellow swimsuit stretched taught on my hairy, summer sweat soaked ass. What once was your face is now permanently SpongeBob’s face, right on my big butt, and you don’t look too happy about it. You’re stuck like this, now and forever. I’m gonna get as much wear out of you as I can, my SpongeBob Speedo.
Are you’re ready?
Fired up the grill, then got a little impatient. You should’ve told your friend he had better not make me tell him twice to stop messing around. He didn’t know I was a vorepred, he fucked around, he found out, and now he’s in your big bro’s ass. Covered that fucker in BBQ sauce and shoved him right up my butthole, face first, before he could stop me. Before anyone in the family even noticed, too. No one’s gonna miss that bitch. Hey, he’s still with us, in a way. He can still hear, feel, taste, smell. For now, until he’s fully digested into muscle and fat for my already juicy vorepred ass. You wanna talk to him, just talk to my ass. I’m sure no one will notice, right? Hahahahahaha.
Now shut up and come get some steak, or you’re next to go up my butt, fucker.
This is what he looks like now. He shouldn’t have agreed to the terms and conditions if this isn’t what he wanted. We put him in the singlet and watched him empty out. We watched him watch himself hollow out, flatten out, effortlessly and painfully, and flopping to the ground as a limp and lifeless singlet, body absorbed into the spandex itself. He isn’t truly lifeless, though. He’s fully sentient with all 5 of his senses, but he can’t move. He’s nothing unless a wrestler is wearing him. That’s his purpose now, as a wrestling singlet after all. Only he’s not getting worn. He’s flat, pressed into this frame, put in display. He loves the denial of it. It’s almost like, without being put on, stretched across the rippling, sweating muscles of a hot jock, he’s being edged with no chance to cum. Patiently he waits, now, to be let out of the frame and slipped into by an atheñetic body. Only the moment may never come— he’s trapped, suspended and in display in this frame, forever.
Man, I can’t say he didn’t warn me. Bro told me that if I put on this suit, the zipper would magically disappear as soon as I got it all the way on, sealing me into it until I came into the spandex, at which point I’ll be free. I don’t know if I’ll be able to jerk off in this, but it does feel reeeaaallly good.. I guess I’ll have to wear this to the 4th of July cookout. That’s gonna be kind of embarrassing but at least my bulge looks good in it. I could wear this thing forever, if I could. It feels good. I think I’ll wait a while before I finish in it so I can wear it all night. I’m happy to be trapped in this suit.
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Pride Month may be over, but not for you. You’re gonna represent the pride flag forever. In fact, you are the pride flag now. You really shouldn’t have said all that homophobic stuff to me. Now you’re cursed to be my bright, colorful, sexy rainbow speedo for the rest of your life. I wore you to the club last night, with matching chaps to show you off, I danced all night, sweating into what used to be your face, now just pride flag fabric stretched across my ass. Dicks grinding on my ass, smothering you. Hunky daddies slapping my ass is like a slap in the face to you. You’re mine now. I guess maybe you should’ve realized I was a warlock before calling me all those slurs. Us gays are more powerful than you think.
What do you mean, “what’s going on?” You used to be a regular here and you didn’t know the bar becomes a gay bar for the full month of June? Yeah, meaning everyone who comes in here is gay. Even me. Well, for the month at least. You feeling kind of gay too? You think I’m sexy? Hahahaha does make you uncomfortable? No worries, you can just get the fuck out and you’ll be back to your straight old self as soon as you leave, as long as it’s right now. But why don’t you stick around, get a little gayer, have a gay drink? The longer you stay, the gayer you get. There you go. It feels good, doesn’t it? Trust me, bro, enough nights here and you won’t want the month to end. You might not even go back, if you get gay enough. Stay gay! Happy Pride!
Well, that was quick, hahaha
Fell to your knees for us “faggots” right on cue, huh, jerkoff?
What’s happening to you, you ask? Hahahaha Guys, what’s happening to him?
What’s happening to you, is you fucked with the wrong trio of gays on the beach.
We’re a coven of warlocks. We’re using our magic on you. Look how pathetic you look.
Calling out 3 gay boys minding their own business on the beach during pride? Being nasty and homophobic? You’re gonna need to be taught a lesson. Look at you whimpering down there.
We’re gonna show mercy on you and give you a choice. We can either turn to into a new Speedo, your body inside out and all switched around, your face will be the inside of the front pouch, your dick will be inside the ass of the swimsuit, jumping the butt of whichever one of us wears you, and you’ll love it, but you’ll be stuck like that forever.
Or, you know, we could always use a fourth. You could become one of us, start with a portion of our powers and build from there. Of course, you’d be a fruity gay boy in a speedo with us. You’ll love it though, we can queen out and have fun.
But you’ll have to suck all 3 of our dicks while you’re down there, swallow all 3 loads in a matter of minutes, that’s the initiation ritual.
Looks like the magic is already working on you, either way. One of us, or one of our swimsuits, you’re still getting horny for your current situation, surrounded by twinks, on your knees. You mind has been warped to our will.
What’s it gonna be?
Bro, you were right about me looking good in this Spider-Man suit, but you didn’t tell me it would make me feel kinda… horny.
In fact, I don’t just feel super horny, I actually feel kind of… gay… like I’m getting a boner thinking about wearing spandex and touching other dudes in spandex… what’s…
Bitch, what is happening to me? Why do I suddenly wanna suck a dick? I just wanna be a spider-slut in my sexy little spandex costume forever now!
Feels so good…
All it takes is one elevator ride to turn some sorry son of bitch into my gear. He gets in, I see him checking me out, I say my magic spell, and boom— he’s absorbed physically, mentally, and spiritually into the nice tight bright gear I’ve got on, trapped in the very fabric of it forever. He looks pretty damn good on me, I must say.
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I wear my tights with pride. I look good as hell in them. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t think men should dress like this at the gym. Matter of fact, you know what these tights are made of? Well yeah, spandex, obviously, idiot. But they’re also made out of the last guy who told me real men don’t wear tights. I’d say I’m much more of a real man than him, especially now, huh?
So are you gonna keep staring at my bulge, covered in what used to be some loser’s face, or did you wanna join him? I could use my magic to make you my new compression shirt, maybe even a jockstrap. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, faggot?
Thank you, thank you, the nice cold water is truly a welcomed blessing. I’m sure even moreso for my poor kit here. It’s been three rides since I transformed him, and all he’s had to drink is all the sweat I’ve forced him to absorb into his all-over spandex mouth. The more he drinks, the more he accepts his new life as my cycling gear. I’m sure this water will mix with the chemicals in my sweat that forever enslave my still-sentient cycling clothes and seal his fate forever.
