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“What is going on? I can’t move! Bryan help me!” I screamed seeing my trainer standing over me. It appeared as if he was growing bigger and bigger. What is happening to me, I was stuck unable to move and everything around me was rushing up. Bryan told me he was raising his prices by $100 a session and I told him I couldn’t afford that and tried to fire him. There was a flash, then I couldn’t move. I realized that things weren’t getting bigger but I was getting smaller. Next thing I know I am laying on the ground staring up at Bryan, he towered over me I couldn’t have been more than 12 inches tall. What is going on…my body started to feel really weird, tingling all over rippling and changing from skin to thread and my body hollowed out. When it all stopped, Bryan reaches down lifting you up, a new pair of speedos for him to wear during his workouts. After 6 months of service as his speedo soaking up his sweat and other liquids, you’ll be more than happy to pay his increased fees.
I would love to be a piece of Tom Holland’s clothing maybe a pair of jeans or a swim suit. I think 3 or 4 months is plenty long.
Oh yes Mr. Holland. A very popular choice since he became Spiderman. Everyone loves seeing him in his spandex with that amazing ass. You are lucky, The Craftsman loaned me something from his studio and I am going to use it on you.
I pull out a gift box without a lid. You walk over and look inside to see it is empty except for some tissue paper. You see the paper suddenly start to move like there is a breeze and the box starts to suck you inward. Your head enters the box and you start to fall. It seems like the box is bottomless as you fall into it. Your body starting to undo changes inside. Your mouth forming a waist while the rest of you reforms into legs. You suddenly feel yourself folding up and landing at the bottom. You are all confused as to what happened to you the paper covers you and the lid closes. I tie a ribbon and with a blink the box vanishes and appears in Tom’s trailer.
After what seems like days there is finally light. Tom Holland unwraps you and lifts you out. “Wow these are some really nice jeans. I will have to thank the company” he says in his cute British accent. He pulls you on and heads to a photo-shoot. He rubs you several times enjoying how these jeans feel against his skin. You will get plenty of wear over the next three months.
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Chris smiled walking around the construction site gathering some new clothing. He already got this nice pair of shorts and the hat. The guys thought it would be funny to push him into the wet cement while goofing around one day ruining all of his clothes. This was the last straw, they had spent the week playing pranks on him. Chris was tired of the guys not obeying his authority as the new project manager. Chris decided to teach them all a lesson, and using his gift, by making them his new clothes for the weekend. He’d wear them for a few days let them soak up his sweat and scent. Maybe they won’t mess with him again…and if they do….he can always hire a new crew.
Can I become Chris Hemsworth’s workout tanktop for a week? I think it would be nice to have those muscles fill me up.
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I go to my computer and start to type. You feel a beam of light scan over you so I can get your profile. I do some more typing and show you the 3D model of yourself on the screen. It shimmers and you see it change into a gray tank top. I hand you a pad to sign and with that your changes begin. Your skin starts to soften as it turns to cotton. Your skin tone starts to shift until it is gray. Your arms and legs start to pull into your body. You look down and see your body looking hollow and like a tank top. Your head detached and you feel odd as it moves towards what was your chest and turns into the graphic on the tank top. That way you can see all he is doing…and feel and taste his sweat as it soaks in.
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Kristoff found you on Grindr. He invited you over with a nude pic, and one look at his naked body and you were already halfway in the car. You head over to his house, he grabs you and the two of your waste no time stripping and getting to it. The sex is amazing, he puts you in multiple positions, sucking, tweaking, licking and rubbing you all over. When he finally can’t hold it anymore and Kristoff spills a huge load into your ass. Filling you with his hot cum. He then stands in front your grinning like mischievous cat. He watches as your body starts to change, as he has countless times before with countless other men. Your body tingles and itches, as it turns white into cotton. You try desperately to move to do something but you are locked in place, as your body continues to change. You limbs merging and hollowing out. Everything around growing humongous as you shrink down. Losing a foot a minute until you barely reach Kristoff’s knee. You feel your body completely hollow out as he reaches for you, grabbing you or perhaps it would be better to say Kristoff’s new left sock.
It was weeks before he would speak to you. Treating you as an object, wearing you day after day at the gym, to work, even to bed. You cling to his feet, feeding on his sweat and living on the smell of his feet. After weeks of use, when Kristoff does talk to you, he takes a look at his watch, saying you had 8 more weeks left in your 6 months as his socks. Informing you that after all of the time you have spent on his foot, when you get to turn back, you will be a worthless foot slave unable to resist servicing any man’s feet. Kristoff knows you are going to be popular with the guys at the gym, cleaning up their feet.
Matt was your workout buddy for several years. He was an awesome workout partner, always pushing you to work out harder. You didn’t even mind that he was gay. The one issue was that Matt would free-ball at the gym he liked to show off his huge cock “for the guys” he would say you would always roll your eyes. The problem was when he was spotting you could see up his shorts and all of his “goods” bouncing around. It was distracting to say the least. You complained to him again…and he didn’t take it well. After the workout he cornered you in the empty locker room and decided to adjust your attitude.
“You don’t like my free-balling? Well then you can help support me.” He said shoving you back into his locker. You feel weird as Matt’s eyes glow. The world shifts and you feel lighter as you grab onto a hook. You find yourself hanging there unable to move. Matt just laughs closing the locker leaving you in the dark.
You hang there for a long time unable to make a sound or even know what is going on. Everything around you blurs and distorts, your body contorts painfully bending and weaving in on itself. After a few minutes it finally stops and you just hang there still unable to move. You hear noises as you suddenly see light and Matt standing there. He grabs you and you realize he is naked. He lowers you to the ground and pulls you up…his junk right in your face. Matt walks to the mirror to show you your new role…as his jockstrap. He rubs himself through you before pulling on his shorts. He heads out to work out and get sweaty. You soon find out he is going to not take you home…he hangs you back in his locker closing the door. His sweat drying in you. You are his new jockstrap…and per your request he’ll be using you every time he works out from now on, and you won’t be getting washed anytime soon.
Brandon laid on the bench in front of your locker waiting for you to come back. He smiled seeing you get flustered seeing him just laying there in his socks and sneakers…but with nothing else on. “Um I need to get to my locker? Do you mind moving?” you ask tentatively. “I’m good right here” he says, you notice Brandon glance down at his feet and motions to his right Converse sneaker with his chin. You glance at it, it looks like a normal sneaker. But you aren’t sure what is going on…but you are unable to resist your eyes are glued to it. You fall to your knees, trying to get closer to them. You take a small whiff, then unable to resist you start to sniff and then totally unable to restrain yourself anymore you start licking at his shoe lapping all over it. You know it’s wrong kneeling there worshiping his shoe, god it so humiliating prostate before him in public on display for anyone who might walk into the locker room to see. What the heck is happening to you. Brandon smiled watching this, god he loves it the feeling of control and dominance. He watches as you progress to the next stage…that is when you feel his shoe starting to pull you in you can’t pull your lips off the shoe. It seems to be pulling you in more, deeper and deeper into the shoe your body sinks and merges with his worn sneaker until you are one with the smelly dirty shoe. When you gain control of your senses your entire world is his sock and feet. The scent, taste, and touch of his feet and socks overwhelm you. Soon Brandon stands up so you feel his weight in you his socked feet filling you. The sensation is a mix of pain and pleasure as he flexes his toes in you. God this is humiliating reduced down to a shoe, literally at his feet soaking up his sweat and pressed into the ground step after step.
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