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Edward stared out the wondrous cityscape below him. It was a beautiful city. He was so glad he got to explore the city as a human today. It was nice to walk on his two feet and be free. Edward had signed up for travel service that paired him up with rich patrons that would let him travel the world but he would have to spend a portion of time as an inanimate object for the patron. When

Edward signed up for this service he thought he would be paired up with some rich cougar. Spending his time as a dildo or panties or something. But when his contract came up for bid, he was shocked when all of the cougars were outbid by George, a portly older gay man who transformed him into a pair of white briefs for the duration of his contract. Edward came to learn that George was strict and demanding. Instead of spending a few days a week as a pair of briefs he only got transformed back once every two weeks. Since the contract was ironclad, he had no way to get out of it. Plus he really needed the money. So for all but two days a month he spent his existence as George’s underwear, wrapped up around his sweaty cock and balls soaking up his sweat, cum and drips of urine throughout the day. What was worst was that he could taste every drop and George never washed him. He relished having the hot muscular straight jock as his underwear unable to do anything as he soaked with his scent. The thought would make him hard throughout the day, and drip more precum into poor Edward. Only 11 and a half more months Edward thought to himself.

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“Don’t worry Mister Jones, no one will miss you for the next few weeks.”  Derek said as he pulled on the sock that used to be his boss. “I sent an email to the staff with your account letting them know you were taking a month off for vacation and that they can only reach you by email. I bet your wondering why I’m doing this, well I heard you making fun of your gay assistant to some of the other guys in the office. I have worked hard and deserve a little respect. Maybe a few weeks as my sock will teach you to not pick on those different from you.” Now enjoy the scent and taste of my foot…because it gets pretty sweaty and I don’t plan to wash you at all…and I’ll be wearing you every day.

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This new transformation app Zapp is amazing. Guys take a selfie…post it…and then get matched with guys who want to change them into something inanimate. I love it because there is the face to face change…or the mystery one…where you change the guy before he knows who selected them. Marco here works for me. He was a real cocky manager, total alpha bro. I was surprised to see him on the app, I was even more surprised by his profile saying he was all for a mystery change and wanted to be transformed and used. Guess this macho guy had a submissive side. His settings were pretty open ended giving almost complete control to whoever he matched with, the only setting he had limited was the duration which was only set to a week. I swiped right for him…and entered in dildo as his change. He must have had auto accept on because we matched less than a second after I swiped. I knew Marco was in the bathroom at work…so I went to collect my prize. “Hey Boss…” he said as I entered his greeting turning into shock as he saw my cell phone with his profile, his shock turned to panic as I clicked Zapp. The look of panic was frozen on his face as he began to shrink down, folding in on himself. His panicked face was the last part to change as it became the “head” of my new dildo. “Well Marco, I am going to enjoy using you this week, or maybe longer…” I said picking up his phone and the changing the time setting to open ended before closing out his profile. I smiled lubing him up and shoving him in with a moan. This is going to be a good week.

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I don’t know why I was doing it…I was on my knees sucking off James, my realtor. I couldn’t resist it yet didn’t want to. I am straight…this is not what I want. I have no idea what is happening. As soon as my lips connected to his dick they got stuck and started to melt in. I have no idea how but it was like his dick was absorbing me.

Tyler was a new client looking for a condo. I had spent weeks with him showing him dozens of different places but no matter how nice he always found something wrong with it. I was getting frustrated with him because every time I found someplace that met all of his criteria, he would always find something new he wanted to make up some random criticism.  Today was the final straw. I had found it…it matched everything on his wish list and was somehow in his price range. He seemed interested and but just when I thought I finally had a sale, he decided that the view was bad! I finally snapped, this place had both a view of the ocean and the city, since he didn’t like this place, I knew of another place for him. I ordered him to strip to his shorts and to get on his knees. He couldn’t resist and did as I said. I almost felt sorry for his as I saw the panic in the back of his eyes.  This straight jock then started to suck my cock and with each gulp, he seemed to get smaller, his body absorbing to my cock adding to my girth. Smaller and smaller till he entered his new home. I moaned feeling him soak into my cock adding a few inches to my already large member. I rubbed him after several minutes. “Hope you enjoy your new home Tyler…it comes with a prime view oh my designer briefs and my husbands asshole. Welcome home!”

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“Here cover yourself” Coach Jackson said tossing a towel down to Derrek. Derrek looked up at his coach from the floor. He had tried out for the tennis team but struggled to compete with the other guys. Back then he had been kind of plain looking a little chubby, but he really wanted to impress his girlfriend and get on the tennis team. The teams coach smiled knowing he would help Derrek out, he had a special training camp that required a full month hardcore training 24/7 no contact. Figuring it would be worth all of the girl she’d be getting Derrek didn’t hesitate to sign up. A few weeks later he arrived at the gym ready to start training, but when he arrived at the gym, Coach Jackson asked him to strip so he could take measurement. It was a little odd but he trusted the coach. As soon as he was stripped down to his socks, the coach gave him a weird looking drink. Looking at it a little strangely. “It’s just a protein drink” the coach said. Figuring what the hell , Derrek chugged it down, it tasted like chalk and a bit odd but he shrugged it off. But after a few seconds he started to feel a bit weird, at first his skin started to tingle, then the room around him began to spin. Everything seemed to rush up around him and started to grow. After a second Derrek realized it wasn’t the room growing, rather he was shrinking. As his body shrank he felt his arms joined in front of him his legs bent up and joined his hands. His body shrank into his head as his face began to flatten out. At the same time his skin began to fade becoming pale and flattening out. Eventually the changes stopped and he fell to the ground. He tried to move but couldn’t budge a muscle. All of his senses seemed to be mixed into one. He could see, hear and feel everything all at the same time. He watched as the now gigantic Coach Jack bent down and picked him up pull and stretching him in his hands. Through his new sense he could “see” his limbs had been transformed into waist strap and two connecting leg straps. Slowly his new shape dawned on him. What had been his face now formed the pouch to a jockstrap. Derrek couldn’t do anything but scream internally as his coach pulled him on. He gagged on the musk of his coach’s cock and balls, he could taste smell and feel the damp sweat and faint scent of piss. Little did he know this would be his existence for the next month. For the next month Derrek spent practices and match days as the coaches jockstrap soaking up his sweat, cum or worse. Holding his dick and balls tightly as he raced around monitoring all the matches. He was disgusted but as the month worn on he started to enjoy the coach’s scent and taste. Thoughts of women faded and his world became the coach’s cock. The sensations of rubbing against it drinking in the sweat and cum. Toward the end of the month he would feel empty on the rare occasions when the coach would actually take him off. When his month was up, and the coach turned him back as promised. The first thing he noticed was how his body had changed. Where he had once had a doughy body he was now ripped. He marveled at his new body for a second, but then was distracted by the sight of the coach standing there he couldn’t resist as he put the coach’s cock into his mouth the familiar taste and smell turning him on in a way that no girl had ever had before. The coach smiled as he stared down at his new slave.

Hi! I’d like to sign up for the V.I.P. program. I got enough for a year according to the current pricing plan. I want to stay as underpants for some sort of big bara-type dude. Figured it might be doable according to the ad.

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Wow thank you for your interest. A whole year as the underwear for a guy? I think I have the perfect that will enjoy owning you for the next year. Brock is what you would describe as a “bara-type” guy. Brock is hairy and loves to strut around in his underwear. Just sign here and you will be ready to go.

I smile watching you sign away the next year and your body starts to feel strange. You arms move in front of you and join together forming into a waist band. You start to get a cotton feel in your mouth as your face starts to turn. Your skin is turning green as you start to shrink down towards the ground. You feel good seeing myself and the room growing bigger. You get a feeling of wanting used as your body continues to shift. Finally everything goes dark as your clothing envelops you. I reach in and pull you out and hand you off.

You feel a big rough feeling hand grab you. Brock smiles seeing a nice green pair of briefs. He pulls you up his legs…you can smell his scent already. He grins big knowing he is going to enjoy owning you for the next year. He doesn’t plan to wash you too often…letting you enjoy the scent of a real man. I got to say you look great on him. I hope you enjoy your next year on Brock…I know I am going to enjoy seeing him wearing you at the gym.

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I had just arrived in the town of Millersburg. It seemed like any other town except for it was almost too perfect. The streets were spotless and the people were so polite. Crime was pretty much non-existent. It was like one of those idyllic small towns you only see in movies.

But what drew me to the town was was rumors that people in Millersburg would randomly vanish for a year at a time, sometimes longer. The missing people would always reappear but no one seemed to know what happened to them.

As an up and coming journalist…I smelled a scoop. This could be the big break I needed to get the network job I wanted. I decided to go undercover and move to town.

Being a college athlete, I posed as a personal trainer in the local gym to know people. I met lots of people and everyone was friendly and welcoming. Especially Sheriff Conners, he seemed to take a real special interest in me, it was flattering but I was straight.

After four months, I had absolutely nothing. I started thinking about moving back home and trying to find another story.

Around that time, I got some weird municipal citizens tax notice from the Millersburg Department of Revenue. The tax notice that made no sense, who had ever heard of a citizens tax before. Since it was a pretty hefty amount and since I was there on an fake name and moving out anyway, I figured there would be no harm in just ignoring it.

A few weeks later, as I was driving to my job at the gym to give my notice, sirens flashed up behind me. One of sheriff’s deputies pulled me over and asked me to step out of the car. After verifying my ID, he told me that I didn’t pay my taxes…and he was arresting me for it.

I got put into the back of the deputies car and taken to the station. Instead of a cell, I was lead into the Office of Sheriff Conner, but the strange thing was he was just wearing his shirt and underwear.

“Bryce, you have failed to pay your taxes, pursuant to Millersburg municipal code section 3.425 you are guilty of a misdemeanor.”

He then went on to explain the punishment for any offense in Millersburg was transformation.

“Transformation? What do you mean?” I asked. “Why don’t I show you!”

He motioned to the two deputies on either side of me. They grabbed me and proceeded to cut me out of all my clothes. Before I could even process what happened I was there standing stark naked, but before I could utter a single word of protest, the Sheriff pointed a weird gun at me.

There was a flash, some strange wave of pressure hit me, and I suddenly felt weird…like my body was weaker. My mouth started to feel dry and the sheriff got up walking to me and my skin started to tingle. The weird thing was he seemed to get taller as he got closer to me. He grinned as I realized he wasn’t growing I was shrinking. My mind was racing and screaming…something wasn’t right.

Sheriff Conner smiled and explained that I would be serving my term of transformation for the next year as his sock. His uniform and the uniforms of most of the police officers and firemen were made of people who committed various crimes but since crime was so low even misdemeanors were now grounds for transformation.

I was in shock as he reached down and lifted my limp body up. I tried to yell for help as he started to pull me over his foot. I could taste and smell the musk and dirt on his foot. This has to be a bad dream…but I wasn’t waking up.

The sheriff finished pulling me on and then, I watched in horror as he brought more people in. A local student guilty of cheating on an exam was turned into his pants, and the local track coach was transformed into a boot for a speeding ticket.

He grabbed his new pants and boots then headed out on patrol. He told me he was going to enjoy teaching a noisy journalist a lesson and show me how they dealt with criminals in Millersburg.

He knew who I really was…and now I was stuck on the foot for the next year! “Mmm you are comfortable, I might add a year or two to your sentence.”