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support the troops
I was surprised when Daniel slid into my DMs on Grinder. For a soldier to message me felt surreal. I assumed all of them were fucking around with their girlfriends while stationed at home. He was pretty upfront with me about the whole situation. Daniel said he needed to let out some steam and basically asked me if he could use me as a simple tool—an easy way to vent.
I felt weird at first, but something about him made me agree to meet at my place. It was easier for him, and I couldn't disagree. When Daniel arrived at my place, I was even more surprised. He looked handsome in his pictures, but the real one was even more imposing. Still in his uniform and carrying a bag, he entered my home, looking for my bedroom.
I made sure to clean it and remove my dirty laundry and shoes. But Daniel didn't care. He tossed his bag to the floor and turned around. His eyes immediately wandered all over my body, but he didn't seem satisfied. With a low grunt, he ordered me to undress, and I did. It felt as weird as it was exciting. He even smelled good—musky, but good. His body tested the limits of his clothes. All those workouts paid off.
My dick was already hard, and my hole was ready to welcome his cock, but at first, he looked at me again before shrugging. "Not impressed, but it had to do", was something flashing through my mind. I felt embarrassed, but then he smirked at me. My whole pale body turned red, much to his amusement. Without much hesitation, he undressed as well, exposing his well-formed physique.
His abs were so beautiful, defined, and hard that I would have loved to touch and lick him. Follow his hairy treasure trail with my tongue. But the look in his eyes told me not to. I wasn't supposed to even look at him like that. Disgusted, he ordered me to turn around and lie down on my bed. And I did it without questioning anything.
I heard his belt opening, and his tight pants slipped down his thick thighs. His dick hit his skin a few times, accompanied by a low grunt. He must have felt good and in control.
And he was. I tried to turn my head to look at his member with my own eyes, but he stopped me. Easily, he grabbed my neck with one hand and pressed me into my bedsheets. Right away, I let out a long moan, and my dick started leaking all over the place. I couldn't help but whimper once he entered my body with his thick pole. It hurt—so much pain and pleasure.
His deep groans and my high-pitched moans filled the air all around us as he started to thrust into my widening hole again and again. Daniel didn't even acknowledge me at all. For him, I was just another sex toy, a simple means to an end. He kept on fucking me for what felt like an eternity. His dick penetrated me, hitting all the right spots. He was so long and so hard, and his throbbing cock made itself feel at home. Daniel growled like an animal. Like a bull, or something even bigger and more feral. Feeling his hand on my neck and the other on my waist, I felt pain rush through me. But at the same time, I felt better than ever before.
I already came twice when his entire body got stiff and rigid, filling my hole with his steaming cream. Exhausted, I lay there, panting, while his hands ran over my back and his finger along my spine. Now he seemed to care, at least a little. Daniel's entire demeanor changed. He turned soft, like all of this pressure had left his body. His wet cock left my body, making me moan loudly again. And when I turned around, I caught him fondling it lovingly.
Then, however, he asked me something that changed my life forever. "You want to support our troops, right?" He said it eagerly and teasingly while getting dressed again. I enjoyed watching him tuck his member into his briefs, covering the package with his uniform pants. I didn't even notice him staring at me. But he just repeated his question, with his voice even deeper than before.
Our eyes met again, but he changed. They were so shiny, and his voice was so smooth; how was that possible? What was he talking about? Was he asking me to be his fucktoy? But that wasn't it. I was unable to form a coherent thought, and he knew that. He put his shirt back on and asked me one last time. His eyes pierced my mind, and I was speechless. Support the troops. Any way possible.
I nodded slowly, and he smirked. "Good boy." He licked his lips and grabbed his bag, pulling out another uniform. It was dirty and smelly, and just by the looks of it, it hasn't been washed in ages. "This is for you." Daniel grinned, and a spark of mischievous joy flashed in his eyes as he tossed those clothes at me.
Instinctively, I caught them, and their smell was even worse. Was I meant to wash it? Or wear it? I didn't know. I opened my mouth to ask him, but something was already happening. Those clothes were radiating some sort of energy, a warmth, which engulfed my hands at first, but it was spreading quickly. I was trying to ask for help, to yell, but my body didn't obey me anymore.
In fear, all I could do was watch my hands and arms transform. They turned flat and changed color rapidly. That uniform was taking over my body, pulling me into its fabric. Panicking, I looked at Daniel, who was happily watching me, enjoying my despair. He crossed his arms in front of his massive chest before lowering one hand, touching his member through his clothes.
As more and more of my body turned into fabric, he started to jerk off through his pants. He loved watching me cry out in agony. With all of my power, I started to scream, but as much as I tried, I couldn't fight it.
It didn't even hurt as much as it tickled, like multiple hands sliding across my skin at once. Suddenly, I blacked out. Too much pressure, too much stress.
When I came to my senses, I felt myself getting lifted into the air by a pair of beautiful, masculine hands. It was Daniel who looked at me with a playful grin spreading all over his face. As he talked to me, telling me about my new life in his sweaty uniform, I felt his hands enter me and touch me like no one had ever before. If I still had a cock, I would be leaking heavily by now. It felt sensational, free of any problems I had as a human. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was happy with me, which caused me to vibrate rhythmically. I wasn't even mad when he pushed me into that old military bag. It felt right, like my new home.
I got used to the smell pretty quickly and started to appreciate it. He washed me from time to time and wore me nearly every day for training, target practice, and missions. Feeling his skin press against mine, smelling his strong musky scent, or humming to his racing heartbeat—yeah, that was my new life. It got even better when he started to tease me, wearing nothing underneath me, so I felt his muscles, nipples, and, most importantly, his dick imprint through me. When I was lucky, he even pleasured himself through me. Anytime he came into me, he made me think about his steaming cream flooding my tight hole.
I sucked him dry—sweat, cum, or blood. No matter what he threw at me, I gladly took it. That was my job, and all I could think to say was.
Thank you sir.
#tf story#male tf#clothes tf#clothes possession#clothing tf#clothes transformation#inanimate tf#inanimate transformation
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#leather man#elegant#gentleman#leather#men in play#clothes transformation#leather tf#biker boy#preppification#clothes tf#leather jacket#leather uniform#leather biker#black leather biker jacket
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So last week was my birthday, and a few of the guys at my party decided to merge with my underwear as a birthday gift. Theres still room for more people if more people want to jump in or lowkey if you want to put people against their will in there thats fine too. All you gotta do is make contact with my undies. Only catch is EVERYONE has to agree to stop being merged to set everyone free. Its been a week and my 20 or so friends are still in here so it can be a while. But these are my favorite pair of undies, so I won't be taking you guys off until you guys unmerge yourselves.
#underwear tf#object transformation#underwear transformation#merging#inanimate tf#object tf#inanimate transformation#clothes transformation#clothing tf
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Superman’s Superboots
For @inanimatetffantasies
#transformation#tf#male tf#male transformation#inanimate#inanimate tf#inanimate transformation#boot tf#boot transformation#boots tf#boots transformation#clothes tf#clothes transformation#clothing tf#clothing transformation#caption#tf caption#tf captions#transformation caption#superman#superman costume#superman suit#superman boots
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"Look, little brat, you're going to do what I tell you. No more quiet life, you are under my orders from now on and to start, you will sniff and lick my beautiful boots. You will quickly get a taste for my shoes, so much so that you will become more and more addicted. But if you refuse, believe me that the punishment will be long and severe. Look at the white sock on my feet. He was a worm like you, but he refused my orders. So, I turned it into a common sock. It's been three months non-stop, being crushed and soaking up the sweat and stench from my feet. He deserves what he did and will remain in this form forever. So, what did you choose?"
#inanimate transformation#inanimate tf#clothes transformation#clothes tf#clothing transformation#clothing tf#male transformation#male tf#socks transformation#socks tf
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Wiggles Comm 4
Fourth comm for Wiggles234/AutoEnigma
#Furry#Anthro#Anthropomorphic#Digital Artwork#transformation#transgender transformation#clothes transformation#breast expansion#husky#horns#wings#shoes ripping
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edit: i didnt even realize i reuploaded the first drawing with a file that didnt have the bowtie LOL its fixed now
#whys he wearing that? no idea.#maybe he lost a bet or something#i just used easter as an excuse to draw him in a bunny suit lol#ratchet#optiratch#tfp#transformers#my art#fanart#robots in clothes
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rise and shine - clothing posession
A new day started, and it is about time for Dom to get ready for his shift as a police officer. He loves his job, and for a couple of years now, getting ready for work has become a daily routine. His uniform is already waiting for him, lying on a small cabinet inside his bedroom underneath a long mirror. Normally, it wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary, but everything will be different today. Something is lurking inside his uniform, woven into the fabric of his clothes, preying on its next victim. A ghostly little creature, able to leech on to inanimate objects easily. It's barely able to take over a human's mind, but there is nothing but trial and error.
The officer walks towards the cabinet, looking at his own reflection inside the mirror. He's looking good as always; he just finished showering, and his hair and skin look nice and soft. He's confident in his looks, but nothing beats wearing his uniform. It's a tight fit, with him working out a lot, but he loves the looks he gets from strangers, his partners, or even his boss. With a sly smirk on his lips, he slides out of his shorts and kicks them to the side before picking up his uniform trousers.
The fabric feels good between his fingers, and without further ado, he starts to put it on. One leg at a time, he enjoys how the fabric clings to his slightly wet skin and how it runs down his legs, thighs, and up to his waist. His dick is a little bigger already, with the anticipation of wearing his beloved uniform, but nothing he can't handle. However, the fabric feels even better today. It's seemingly adjusting itself to his form perfectly, seemingly moving across his skin, caressing his thighs and calves, like a hand gently running up and down his legs. An amazing feeling, a tender touch, sending shivers down his spine. Closing his eyes, he smiles shyly. Subconciously, he grabs his cock through his underwear and strokes himself with three fingers, up and down his length, before tucking it inside his tight pants.
At that moment, it got even better. Something inside the fabric moved to his crotch right away as he buttons up his trousers. It's embracing his dick, adjusting to its form as well, while simultaneously stroking him, encouraging him to grow even bigger. "Fuuuuck." Dom lets out a low moan as he opens his eyes again. "Damn, I'm horny today." He giggles, grabbing his growing length again. It feels a little weird, but he waves it off. After years of wearing that uniform, he had days like this where he immediately got turned on by the mere thought of wearing it, and it would pass rather quickly. Even though he could still feel his pants moving slightly, he tries to push these thoughts away. After all, it must be his imagination—his mind being horny—imagining things.
The next thing he puts on is his gun belt. Quite heavy, thick, and stiff, but necessary for his own protection. In one swift move, he slings it around his waist and tightens it easily. It is quite a lot, with cuffs, keys, his gun, and a flashlight hanging beside his waist, but that's just how it is. However, as soon as he straightens the belt, the feeling of moving fabric got even more intense. His whole lower body is reacting to a longing touch, as it feels like the fabric is humming contently. It's moving around his thighs, his cock, and his waist now, caressing all of his lower half lovingly. Feeling a little overwhelmed, he opens his mouth, but just a low moan escapes his lips. "Yeahha." Dom sighs, allowing this feeling to stay a little longer. He doesn't even notice himself grabbing his still-growing cock again. It still feels so good, so endearing, yet so strange.
Shaking his head, he pushes these thoughts away, and it feels like it's working. Licking his lips, he grabs his tight, long-sleeved uniform top and puts it on as well. Again, one arm at a time. Yet as soon as he pulls it over his head, his whole upper half is engulfed in that same sensational feeling. The fabric is embracing all of his muscles: his arms, biceps, pecs, and abs. With a low grunt, Dom straightens his shirt as he starts stroking himself and his chest firmly, enjoying that feeling of pleasure running through his upper body as well. "What is this?" He moans loudly, barely able to keep a straight face, as the fabric of his top adjusts to his well-formed chest. It's clinging on to him, to all of him. It's stroking his muscles, encouraging them to bulge even harder and to press against the fabric of his uniform. Dom accepts this at first, as he feels so good. His breath quickens, his heart accelerates, and his whole body is seemingly vibrating.
Just then, his shirt starts to play with his nipples, making them hard so fast, and them being sensitive spots for Dom, he lets out a low groan instantly. "Hooww." He says, stroking his chest some more, following the lovely movements of his uniform. Subconsciously, he moves one hand back to his crotch, where his dick is now tenting visibly. As the feeling of pleasure intensifies, he starts to panic. Something isn't right, and he is scared. With his mind now racing too, the pleasure he feels grows even heavier, mixed with a more intense pressure following right away. His clothes are moving even firmer, closer to his skin, and what feels like massive hands are encompassing his entire body. "Mhmmm....No....no.." Dom protests, as he is slowly losing control of his body. Instinctively, he tries desperately to take his clothes back off. Pulling, tugging, and tearing at his shirt and pants, he is trying his best to get free, but nothing seems to help. Quite the opposite happens when the zipper of his shirt moves on its own, closing up right to his throat, making it even harder for him to breathe.
With the fabric of his uniform still tightening rapidly, he claws at his chest and his pecs, but his clothes just vibrate and pulsate rhythmically. His head grows heavy and his vision blurry as more and more strange thoughts enter his mind. He cannot make sense of what's happening. It's like a different language that he's never heard before. Dom steadies himself against the cabinet and lowers his head. He's trying to push this feeling aside to make it stop, but it's futile. The pressure on his whole form just builds up more and more, with his cock growing harder and harder, encouraging him with gentle yet demanding movements up and down his length. All of his muscles are reacting to that sensational touch, bulging and imprinting against the tight uniform and wandering all over his skin. Dom opens his mouth to say something—anything, drooling—and all that comes out are multiple soft moans.
Something is entering his body through his clothes, and he tries to get it off of him. One hand is now on his chest, the other on his twitching cock, stroking himself mindlessly. "I....Whaa...nooo." He puts everything in his legs to get away, but instead, it feels like his body is moving on its own. His head is spinning, and his eyes are unfocused as he sits down at the edge of the bed. Instantly, he grabs his pair of boots, bends down, and puts them on as well. All he can think of is putting on the rest of his uniform, as that feeling spreads right into his toes, tingling heavily. More thoughts flood his heavy head, and still drooling massively, he gets back up again. His whole lower half is vibrating now as he makes his way back to the cabinet, when his breath quickens even more.
Panting and gasping, he needs to steady himself again while his pants are moving firmly across his cock, thighs, calves, and feet. The shirt is now tight around his neck, chest, and arms, stroking him firmly, while those pants keep edging him on by playing with his cock and balls. Dom knows he's leaking cum already. Drooling mindlessly, he looks at his own reflection inside the mirror. His eyes are foggy, vacant, and unfocused, and he lets out a long guttural moan. "What is this?" His voice breaks as the pants start to move even firmer. Like a hand sliding inside his pants, all fingers around his length, playing with his wet cock. Yet, there is one missing piece. His vest is still lying on the cabinet, and looking down, he picks it up. It's so difficult to move his heavy arms now, but all he can think of is that uniform.
Once he puts it on and closes the zipper, the feeling gets even more intense. Dom can hardly breathe as it is, but his vest is putting even more pressure on his chest. It's painful, yet full of pleasure. Unable to think or speak, he has to stand there as his uniform encompasses his entire physique. He panics again, thinking his bones might break under that pressure. Dom keeps on pulling at his clothes, all of him aching for relief, but there is no escaping now. Moaning uncontrollably, he leans his head back, giving in to this beautiful embrace. It feels like multiple men are hugging him from behind; a dozen warm hands are running down his entire form—his chest, abs, thighs, neck, shoulder, and right into his feet. The fabric keeps playing with his muscles, his nipples, and his skin, edging him on and on.
At the same time, he is also touching himself mindlessly, but then there is a sudden shift. As waves of pure pleasure run through every fiber of his body, his brain is flooded with messages, telling him that everything is going to be okay. His brain is now releasing serotonin into his system, a reaction to his anticipated climax, but he's not quite there yet. With that, his pants suddenly start to increase the pressure on his throbbing cock, their fabric moving tightly around his twitching dick. It feels like somebody is sucking him off. With his head still spinning, he looks down at his crotch and sees part of his pants move up and down his shaft firmly. It's like nothing he's ever felt before. Due to all that pressure, Dom needs to steady himself again, this time clinging on for dear life. His entire body is working overtime; it's nearing its breaking point, and he can tell there is not much resistance back for him to turn into a twitching mess.
Instinctively, however, his hips start moving, easily matching the pace and rhythm of his pants. "My God." Whaaa." He moans, unable to finish one singular though. Unable to keep his eyes open, he stands there with an open mouth, drooling on to the cabinet and uniform while this is happening to him. It feels like fucking the perfect mouth—someone who knows how to work around his massive cock. At the same time, all of him—his entire being—is being fondled. His shirt keeps stroking him, teasing him by pinching his erect nipples, causing all of his muscles to bulge harshly. It feels like hands are running down his thighs, his calves, around his waist, his back, his shoulder, and his neck. A warmth spreads through him, clouding his mind even more.
Sparks of electricity shoot through his spine and right into his brain, causing an overdose of pure pleasure inside the man's system. Dom's eyes roll back deep into his skull as his whole body gets stiff and rigid, aching for more. Whatever is happening is doing a phenomenal job of fucking him. The officer regains just enough composure to let his hands wander all over his own body again, and he feels the fabric move underneath his hands. He touches himself, his chest, his abs, and further down to his crotch.
Then, however, his resilience breaks due to all that pressure, and all of him is giving in to this feeling. The tip of his cock erupts, shooting massive loads of steaming cum into his pants. Drooling, Dom moans again and again, thrusting into the air. A wet patch spreads across his crotch, and suddenly, his clothes seem to suck him dry. Hes sweating heavily, still cumming as well, but his uniform is gladly taking it all right into its fabric, with his clothes absorbing his bodily fluids. He hums breathlessly for a few minutes as this process is repeated again and again. But then his body grows weaker as the feeling slowly subsides. His clothes stop moving; instead, they keep vibrating contently. Dom's head is still heavy, his vision blurry, and his voice barely there, but he slowly regains control of himself. To comfort him, his clothes are now caressing his most sensitive spots lovingly. Stroking his nipples, his chest, and his thighs It's like someone telling him how good he is.
Dom purrs happily as he regains his composure completely. With his head less heavy, his eyes slowly adjusted to the world around him, and he lifts his head to look into the mirror once more. "Damn, what the ffuck?" He says this worryingly, looking down at his body, with his clothes moving slowly, unseen by most eyes. His pants are playing with his limp, wet cock, much to Dom's amusement. His shirt, on the other hand, is giving him more space, letting him breathe deeply. "That feels better." He growls and places a hand right at the moving patch of clothing. "Are you here to stay, buddy?" He says, a coy smile forming on his lips. His uniform moves again, this time smoother, drawing circles all over his skin. His uniform is pulsating again, as if responding to his question.
"That was a hell of a ride." Dom sighs, sliding one hand under his vest to stroke his own chets lovingly. His uniform seems to appreciate it, as it keeps on playing with his cock and nipples and embracing his entire form as well. Dom lets out a long groan again. "We're going to figure this out then, because I can't be fucked at work all the time." He giggles, petting his own chest in satisfaction. His uniform adjusts to his physique one last time, acting like regular clothes, causing Dom to lick his lips. "I see you came prepared." He strokes his own neck, running a hand through his scruffy beard. "Let's get to it then." With one last longing look down at his clothes, he leaves for work. Unaware that it's going to be tough to hide what his new uniform desires,
#male on male#tf story#male domination#clothes possession#clothes tf#clothes transformation#clothing tf#clothing transformation#inanimate tf#inanimate transformation
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people on twitter really liked her so here you go
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Thredr
“What the hell happened to me!” A pair of white socks suddenly said.
“Uwaahh! Y-you woke up. . .” A young boy, approximately 20 years old with black hair and brown eyes, and a thin body, said. He was sporting a blue soccer uniform but with bare feet, he had fallen to the floor as he was shocked that his socks woke up. “You were supposed to be asleep. . .”
“What did you do Alex??” The socks said again. Although we say “said” its more so the voice was in Alex’s head.
“Sorry Anthony. . .I couldn’t help it.” Alex said picking up Anthony.
“Explain. . .”
“Well . . .” Alex thought the best way to explain how he turned his best friend of the same age into a pair of socks. “Guess I’ll just be blunt! I have been in love with your feet since we met! And I always wanted to wear your socks! So I turned you into a pair of your used socks so that I could wear you to today’s game!”
“. . . .” Anthony was stunned “HOW. . .?”
Alex pulled out his smartphone and showed him the app “Its called Thredr (pronounced “threader”), its where people who have clothes transformation fetishes meet and you know . . .become eachother’s clothes. . .”
“But I don’t HAVE that app. . .” Anthony said annoyed.
“Well. . .you were tired from your late night shift and so I just used your hand to unlock your phone. . . “
“That has GOT to be illegal. . . .”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it in and I read that I could just make you unconscious while I did it, so I was gonna do my thing and turn you back right after without you noticing. But I guess I pressed the wrong button and you woke up! I swear it was only gonna be once!”
“And you fused me with my socks?!”
“Well. . .actually while you were showering, I scanned a pair of your socks so I just morphed your body to resemble that pair all the way down to the grime. . .”
“You are seriously messed up. . . Turn me back NOW!” Anthony said annoyed
“I can’t. . . the minimum transformation time is 8 hours otherwise your molecules will be messed up.”
“So I’m stuck like this for the day. . .”
“Yeah well. . .you can let me. . .” Alex said, pointing at his raised foot.
“No. Absolutely not!” Anthony protested.
“Pleeeease just this once!!! I’ll buy you food for the rest of the year and I’ll even use the app to wipe your memories after!” Alex begged.
“. . .fuck man. . .fine. . .” Anthony said defeated, the boy couldn’t resist free food being a starving college student, let alone for a whole year.
“Yes!” Alex said picking up Anthony and putting him on his feet.
“Unnnff a little more gentle please!” Anthony said, he just felt Alex’s feet enter him. His right sock body felt like Alex put his entire foot into Anthony’s mouth, while on the left it felt like a foot just went up his ass. “This feels. . . kinda good. . .” Anthony thought “But man his feet stink! Shower better man! And yet. . .it smells divi- no stop it Anthony you can’t be into this!”
Alex walked down the stairs to the doorway, each step was like Anthony having the best body massage of his life. Alex then stared at his shoes, then to Anthony’s running shoes.
“You wouldn’t mind. . .?” Alex smirked.
“Go ahead. . .” Anthony said shyly
Alex picked up Anthony’s shoes and slid them on.
“Uggh. . .is this how I smell??” Anthony said, his scent penetrating his mind “God I hope he doesn’t take me off. . .” Anthony let the thought slip.
Alex got to the field and swapped into his cleats. Before doing so, he stuffed his feet (with Anthony still on) into a pair of blue soccer knee high socks.
“Alex smells. . .so good!” Anthony thought, his mind succumbing to his role as a sock.
Alex ran in the field, jumping, skipping dodging players, kicking the ball.
“Ohhh ohhh yes daddy!” Anthony thought as he felt his body being used in the game.
Another player accidentally stepped on Alex’s foot, Anthony feeling the pressure “Ohhh yes!” he shouted.
Alex continued the game pretending to not hear Anthony’s burst of joy “Hmm hmm glad he’s enjoying himself.” Alex giggled as he scores the winning goal.
“Good job team!” the coach said in the locker room. “Now hit the showers!” He said exiting the room.
The captain, a tall more muscular body, came up to Alex and held him up. “And heres to our MVP!” the captain cheered as everyone joined him “Now for his reward!”
The entire teams takes off their socks as Alex strips down naked and lays on the ground, he is then showered with all their used socks as they go to the shower.
“What the?” Anthony questioned
“Oh. . .” Alex said with a sock ontop of his mouth “They all know about my thing for used socks. . .so whenever we win this is my reward!”
“And. . .they’re okay with it??” Anthony said puzzled.
“Yeah well, I’m sure they were weirded out at first but to be fair, most of them are here on a soccer scholarship and want to be recruited. Most of the time I just support them and make them look good in front of recruiters so this is a small price for them~ I even get to pick a pair and take home with me for keeps!”
“Ohh. . .say. . .can I pick which one this time, you know, since I’m doing this favor for you. Its not like I like this by the way!” Anthony said pouting.
“Haha, sure, take your pick!”
“I don’t know who it was, but that blonde looked like he had cute feet!” Anthony said, with a bit of excitement in his voice.
“Oh Tyler? You have a good eye. . .should be this pair!” He said picking up a black pair of Nike socks.
“Can. . .you wear them on the way home!”
“Sure!” Alex said putting on Tyler’s socks over Anthony.
“This is heaven. . .” Anthony said “I mean GROSS!”
Alex giggled and bent down to Anthony “By the way, I saw the Thredr app on Tyler’s phone so maybe I can arrange something for the three of us~”
“Fuck off!” Anthony said, if he weren’t in his sock form you could see him blushing.
After the shower everyone said their goodbyes.
“See you later Tyler!” Alex said cheerfully “Your socks are pretty comfy!”
“B-bye Alex!” Tyler said, trying to hide his erection.
As Alex and Anthony walk back to their dorm room Alex looks at time on his phone
“Hmm. . .just enough time maybe. . .”
Alex enters his and Anthony’s now empty dorm room. Making his way to Anthony’s bed, removing Tyler’s socks.
“Well almost time!” Alex said
“Finally!” Anthony groaned.
“But. . .before that can I do one more thing. . .” Alex said blushing
“What. . .?” Anthony questioned.
“Wow he actually blushes. . .” Anthony thought.
“Can I use you as a . . .meat sock?” Alex said shyly
“Uhhh. . .” Anthony said
“Nevermind I know its weird-” Alex said flustered.
“Yeah sure.” Anthony interrupted.
“Wait really?” Alex said surprised.
“Just make it quick. . .”
Alex’s heart raced as he removed his left sock from his sweaty smelly foot.
He then wrapped it around his erect penis and began to masterbait with it.
“Ohhh you feel so good Anthony!” Alex moaned.
“Uhhff unghhh” Anthony moaned, his mind going blank as he fully immersed himself into being Alex’s meat sock for the night!
Alex stroked his cock faster and harder inside Anthony’s sock body, Anthony feeling like his brains are getting fucked out as he feels what used to be his ass getting beaten by Alex’s long shaft.
Alex then took off his other sock and began smelling it.
The pair moan as they are locked into each other's bodies.
As Alex sniffed Anthony’s body he didn’t notice himself sucking on Anthony licking all the flavors he had accumulated throughout the day.
“Faster faster!” Anthony said, as Alex turned up his speed.
He paused for a moment to grab Tyler’s sock and wrapped it around Anthony’s body.
“Yes…YES!” Anthony screamed. If he still had a body he would have came by now but he could only hold in his lust for both Alex and Tyler.
“C-crap!” Alex muttered “I’m cumming!” He said as pumps of his semen fills every thread of Anthony’s body only leaking a bit onto Tyler’s sock.
“Oh yes. . .yes. . .fuck yeah. . .” As Anthony gasped for air.
The pair lay in a puddle of Alex’s sweat and juices.
Alex weakly reaches for his phone “Guess I gotta turn you back. . .”
“Hold up!” Anthony interrupted. “I don’t have class or work tomorrow. . .so. . .” He said with a bit of embarrassment in his voice.
“Hehe. . .I get you! One more day then!” Alex said victorious that he converted his friend.
“But!” Anthony said with a demanding voice “I have multiple double shifts the day after tomorrow so prepare yourself!”
“Oooh” Alex said curiously.
**** A few days later****
“Where do you keep the condoms?” A young man, with a huge cock clearly erect going commando in a pair of basketball shorts asked Anthony, who was now in his human form, a slightly shorter boy than Alex, with brown hair and hazel eyes.
“This way. . .” He said gesturing the customer to follow. “God, I want him to raw dog me in the restroom. . .” Anthony thought “Thredr did go off when he walked by so maybe the boys will have some company. . . or I can call off early and have him take us home. . .” He thought, leading the man into the restroom passed the shelf of condoms.
Each step he takes is pure bliss for Alex, who has been transformed into Anthony’s grey Adidas.
“Wow. . .this is how the other side feels!” Alex whispered “I hope he cums on me later! How you doing Ty-ty?”
Tyler, who has been turned into a pair of black Adidas tube socks, moans lightly to himself “Never better Alex. . .never better. . .”
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"Broooo stop... I'm getting so... big..."
Micheal was trying to button up this new muscle shirt he bought from this online store called Rakurai Inc. which apparently makes you grow fucking huge if you keep it open. But an unknown side effect was that you also got super dumb in the process.
His roommate, Bryce was present while he put it on, but now he was keeping Micheal from buttoning up his shirt, making his juicy pecs even bigger and his arms straining even harder against the fabric.
"Broooo... staahpp" Micheal moaned as Bryce was groping his muscle tits.
Bryce grinned as his roomie got even bigger, feeling his bulge grind up against his leg. He couldn't wait till his shirt got in, he couldn't wait to be hot, dumb and sweaty with his dumb roomie.
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my swindle with clothes design
#transformers#transformers animated#tfa swindle#transformers swindle#transformers animated swindle#wanted to keep his shape as close to his robo body as possible#keep his clothes similar as well#hes a cars sales man by day and an pawn shop dealer at night
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A little companion piece to @shireain 's tarnma fic you can read here 👀👀
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Sweat and Polyester
Siyu Jiang was in love. After moving to the United States from Guangzhou to get his degree in Software Engineering, it was a hard pill to swallow that he was less than stellar at mingling with his peers. Guangzhou was a mega city, easy for him to blend in and mind his own business, busy enough for him to get a contact-high of sorts to feed his need for socialization. New Orleans on the other hand, while not a small town per se, felt tiny and almost claustrophobic to him. Everyone knew eachother, and everyone took the time to chat, go out, have a drink or a blunt, 'fraternize' if you catch my drift... and Siyu quietly observed from a distance, watching the world bustle by.
That is, until he saw Eduardo. In China, he had never felt attracted to men. Perhaps it was the somewhat hostile environment for queer folks, or perhaps it was New Orleans' more laissez-faire attitude about stuff like that, but when the new semester started and he walked into that chemistry class, it was like fireworks erupted from his eyes. Eduardo was on the basketball team, pretty great at it too. He was tall, he was fit, he had those big brown eyes that made Siyu see sideways. When he plopped down in his seat next to Siyu, still in the gym clothes he'd worn to practice an hour or so before and wafting the subtle scent of salty musk from his tattooed body, their eyes met for the first time. A simple smile and a gentle introduction made Siyu's heart flutter, he was laid back and spoke effortlessly with a relaxed and friendly demeanor. Over the first two weeks or so sitting next to him, Eduardo had really helped Siyu feel less alone and less isolated, simply by being kind and taking the time to strike up a conversation with him.
It wasn't long before Siyu was beneath the bleachers in the basketball court, watching a sweaty, jovial Eduardo shoot hoops and practice with the team. It was no secret around campus that Eduardo was bisexual, having streams of girls as well as several teammates going in and out of his dorm room all the time. As mentioned before, the people around there talk, and from what Siyu had overhead, he was a giver and one of the best beds in town. This only added fuel to his fire, as his obsessive love for this sweet, oblivious jock boy grew stronger with each whisper of his name and bounce of the orange ball.
Thus it came to be on that Tuesday evening on a cold November night that Siyu decided to make Eduardo love him. Though, there was a problem. Outside of the obvious signs: him being on the basketball team, him fucking anything that moved, him always have the subtle whiff of reefer about him, and some of the company he'd keep, Siyu really knew nothing of Eduardo's interests. Worse even, the ones he did know about were far outside of his own. Siyu was simply too different of a person to snag his crush's attention. Thus, he focused on who did catch his eye.
Enter Ethan Lafferty. Ethan was everything Siyu wasn't: muscular, tall (even more than the 6'2 Eduardo), confident, cocky even. He was point guard on the team, and Eduardo's best friend. The two couldn't have been more different. Eduardo was sweet, kind, relaxed, a flirt, everyone's favorite guy. Ethan on the other hand, was brash, loud, dumb as a box of rocks, stank of a locker room at high noon, and spent most of his time either banging the entire cheerleading squad on a livestream or downing bottles of Jameson and snorting mountains of cocaine at some hole in the wall bar in the French Quarter. Despite their completely polar personalities, the two were nearly inseparable. It always came off as peculiar that such a stereotypical straight alpha dude bro would be best friends with a queer guy, even if they were teammates.
Siyu began to frequent the duo's hoop sessions, masked in darkness beneath the cavernous space beneath the seats, taking notes on his phone of what he could observe. In his mind, he saw himself as a horny, gay Jane Goodall: observing the hot boys in their natural habitat, and how they interact. Their relationship became clearer over time. Eduardo would be the first to arrive, sitting on the bench and scrolling through his phone until Ethan would burst through the gymnasium door, holding his smelly red shoes and making a loud fuss about whatever girl he'd 'bedded' the night before. The two would sit on the bench, side by side, laughing at Ethan's shitty and demeaning jokes while he threw his arm around Eduardo's neck and ruffled his hair. Even from the clandestine cave he'd hidden away in, he could see Eduardo blush just at Ethan's touch. It was beyond him what a brute like Ethan brought to the table, but Siyu realized whatever it was, Eduardo was into it. If being like that mouthbreathing, smelly dumbass was what would make Eduardo love him, then so be it.
He started to wear a gold chain and earrings, just like Ethan. Sure, the earring was a clip on, and the necklace was cheap plate, but Eduardo quickly complimented him once he'd noticed a few days into it. He started to wear athletic shirts and shorts, some that he'd stolen from the dormitory laundry bin of course, but he'd hoped the effect would sink in. Eduardo didn't take as much of a notice of this, and thus began the diminishing returns of Siyu's efforts. He stopped wearing deodorant, thinking his own pheromones would compete, which they didn't. Not even an acknowledgement. He sketched marker tattoos on his arm, saying he was trying out designs to see what worked. He received a raised eyebrow and silence. The more he tried desperately to impress Eduardo, the less and less it seemed to make a difference. Frankly, he noticed Eduardo pulling away. Their nice little chats before lecture started to disappear, the friendly knuckle bump he would get as they ran into each other in the quad quickly followed suit. The more he tried to be Ethan, telling oddly misogynistic jokes and sipping whiskey from his water bottle in class... the more Eduardo wanted nothing to do with him.
It made no sense to him. He was doing everything right. When Ethan did it on the court, or in the dining hall, or in the library, or even in his dorm room as Siyu had his ear pressed against the door; Eduardo ate it up, his big brown eyes looked at him like he was the most lovely creature on earth. When Siyu tried it, it was met with an awkward glance and a miserable nod. He was losing him. All the work was for naught. It was time to take drastic measures.
Siyu searched high and low through every academic paper he could find in that library to find a way to make someone love him. When that came up with dead ends, he searched how to change your personality, which supplied an equal amount of nothing. Psychology, philosophy, sociology, anthropology, neuroscience, even religion... nothing he found seemed to address his quandary. That's when he dug into the dark corners of the library itself: the occult, cults, mysticism, mythology, demonology... That's when he finally came across it. The key. The knight in shining armor. The solution to his problem.
Siyu was absent from class that Friday, the only day he'd ever missed in Chemistry. He was far too busy preparing for what was to go down that evening in the gym. From sun up to sun down, he was squirreled away in his dark dorm room, a single light on his desk illuminating the old archaic book. To his left, the culmination of his research, a small spray bottle filled with a strange yellow liquid. His trash bin was filled with empty envelopes from Indonesia, Mozambique, Paraguay, Lesotho, Norway, and Russia. Remnants of a shopping spree of esoteric ingredients so outlined in the ancient texts, all of which were less than simple and far beyond illegal to obtain. Though, to Siyu, it mattered not. This was to be his final act, there were no consequences that would matter after it was all over.
As 7:30 struck, as expected, Eduardo entered the gym, setting his bag onto the shining wooden floor and scrolling through his socials. Siyu crouched in his standard spot in the shadows, watching Eduardo's feet bounce absentmindedly mere inches from him as he waited for his friend. It didn't take long, as Ethan kicked open the door, shouting his typical "Bruh! You're not gonna believe what happened last night." Siyu turned off his ears, uninterested in hearing yet another story about ecstasy, booze, and his weird thing for Charlize Theron's legs. Instead, he took the little plastic cap off the spray bottle, and sat silently beneath Ethan as he put on his stinking shoes. As he sat there, talking about absolutely nothing of substance, Siyu spritzed his feet gently with the concoction. He didn't notice a thing, continuing to chide and play around with Eduardo as Siyu sprayed the back of his legs and shorts, then his shirt and finally the back of his neck through the holes in the bleachers. By the time they got up and began to play their game, Ethan was entirely unaware he was coated with the elixir.
Ethan and Eduardo had a particularly impressive match between them. Eduardo had to keep up with Ethan's frantic energy, which he'd never had a problem with before. Hoop after hoop, he would scream and shout, rubbing it in his friend's laughing face. It was their best hoop sesh yet, fitting it would be their last. Go out on a bang, thought Siyu, as that energy quickly began to deplete. Before long, Ethan had complained about his knee giving out before he could dunk.
"Fuck, bruh. I guess kicking your ass tired me the fuck out!" Eduardo laughed at his friend, pushing his head down as he walked past.
"Your coke is wearing off I bet. I haven't seen you play like that in a long time, man! What the fuck did you take?" Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, a subtle ache beginning to radiate at the base of his skull.
"I didn't take anything, fucktard! I'm just that good, and you needed a reminder." The two laughed like morphine-riddled hyenas, before plopping back down on the bench above Siyu. Their delectable scent washed down atop him like a waterfall of pheromones. "But I may need a minute, huhu."
"Yeah man, take a breather. Wouldn't want you to get too exhausted before tomorrow's game." Eduardo winked as he picked up his bag, saying his goodbye before walking out the side door, leaving Ethan massaging his aching wet feet on the bench. It was time. Siyu slowly made his way out from beneath the bleachers, his cheap shoes squeaking on the court as he approached Ethan.
"What does he see in you?" Siyu strolled over to Ethan, who chuckled to himself as he put his socked foot back into his shoe.
"Ahh fuck, man. What the fuck are you doing here?" Ethan was panting. To him, he had a hard workout. To Siyu, the elixir was working.
"You are awful, Ethan. You're rude, you're crass, you treat others like shit, and you smell. You're a real keeper, aren't you?" Ethan turned to Siyu, his indifferent expression melting away to indignancy. He jumped from his seat, ready to pound this 5 foot nerd into oblivion, until that damned knee gave out again, toppling him back onto the bench.
"Fuck. You better be thankful I'm tapped after that workout, fucker. You should thank me really, you'd be in the ground by now." Siyu stared with absolute apathy, knowing fully well he would not be brutalized by this waning star.
"You're scum, but he would do anything for you. I can't figure out why, trust me I've tried. But you have something going on in that empty brain of yours that he can't get over." Ethan turned and snickered under his breath.
"I know you. You're that little fuckin' cocksucker who's stalking Eddy, aren't you? See-who or whatever your fuckin' name is. Listen, buddy, I'll just tell you. He's not interested, alright? You have nothing he's looking for, so just leave him the fuck alo..." Ethan tried once more to stand, only for his legs to once again give out. "Fuck! What the fuck is going on?" Siyu smirked.
"I know. I'm not what he's looking for, again: I have tried. But you are what he's looking for, and you don't even see it." Siyu walked closer to the sweating jock, dripping from every pore as if he were in the throws of scarlet fever. "I've decided to do something about that, Ethan. You're no good for a guy that's as incredible and lovely and glorious as Eduardo, and I'm going to make sure that whatever it is you have that I don't gets put to good use." Ethan looked down at his legs, growing smaller and frail by the second. It looked as if he were melting, his skin sagging, his muscles deflating, his body just sinking into a puddle of sweat on the floorboards. Whatever slurs he wished he could launch at Siyu were caught in his collapsing throat as he gurgled and bubbled. Siyu watched with a gleeful malice, watching the top competitor sink into a puddle of his own fetid sweat. There was but one single glance of abject rage from Ethan's face before it too had plummeted to the ground, leaving behind his sopping wet clothes and a silent gymnasium. Siyu took a couple of seconds to just breathe and bask in his success. He looked down at the clothes and shoes, wafting his enemy's pungent scent, imbued by the puddle of his own essence he'd become.
Now full of excitement, with a pep in his step, he gathered the dripping clothes and shoes, slipping them into Ethan's gym bag before stealing away into the night. He quickly found himself bolting across the quad, hoping and praying no one saw him with another student's bag in his possession. Bursting into the dormitory, he ran up the stairs to his floor, taking a moment to breathe before he gingerly opened the hall door. Tip toeing ever so quietly down the carpeted hallway, praying at the last minute he wouldn't be caught by a languid R.A. or a drunk neighbor. The universe, it seems, was on his side that evening, as he unlocked his door and slipped in entirely unseen. Collapsing onto his bed, the heavy and damp bag sat next to him, radiating heat from within it's shiny plastic confines. It was time to finish this.
He turned to the bag, slowly unzipping it, allowing the dank, wet air within to rush out into his room. Ethan must have lived out of this bag, as it was filled with basketball shorts, sweatshirts, socks, shoes, blender bottles filled with protein shakes, and of course the lone sweat-soaked joint at the bottom. Siyu began shucking the wayward clothes onto his chair across the room, pleased to know he would have a couple of outfits that would fit him once this was all over. He emptied out the bag until the Ethan-infused clothes were all that was left in the bottom of the bag, swimming in a puddle of musky liquid.
Siyu smirked as he took out each piece, laying them out on the ground one by one. Tee shirt. Shorts. Disgusting jock strap. Ripe socks. Even riper sneakers. Finishing it off with the gold chain and single earring. It was all there. Rushing to his desk, Siyu grabbed the very last component to his plan: two facemasks, one white and one black. These two would be the final inoculation that would keep his changes permanent over time. Two weeks of breathing it in, letting it merge with his own essence, he would ensure that the new Siyu would be around long enough to ensnare his sweetheart. He bent down, picking up the jockstrap and a sock, both still dripping, and wringing out a sizeable amount of the stinking sweat to fall onto each mask. The stage was set, the materials were prepped, and it was time to make himself the perfect soulmate for Eduardo.
He started with the jockstrap. Even post-wringing, it still sat warm and damp, yellowed with the sweat and cum that had long sunk into it's fibers. Putting his two lithe feet into the straps, he nervously pulled up, droplets of the sweat rolling down his hairless legs before it fit loosely on his skinny waist. The change was immediate. There was no momentary ounce of silence and some slow change. No, his groin immediately ballooned out, the pouch quickly filling and pushing out tout against the wet fabric. His ass inflated loudly, the sounds of stretching and creaking rubber marked the expansion of his flat rear into two round and hairy orbs like basketballs on a shelf. Siyu gingerly groped his ass, dripping in sweat from the wiry hairs he'd never before had sprout out of his smooth skin. He cackled loudly, pulling the front strap forward, and peering into his hammock. He was met with a long, uncut python and two egg sized balls wafting out his new masculine cocksmell.
Now entirely intrigued, blinded by a sense of foreign hubris he'd long suppressed, he grabbed the shirt, slipping it over his head in one quick motion. The shirt quickly started to quake, turning from white to black, before his arms dropped like sacks of potatoes. Two firm pecs burst out from beneath the slick fabric, followed by his shoulders widening to twice it's former length. Siyu continued his moans of hedonistic pleasure, while his arms bulked up: firm but lean biceps and forest of hair growing from his forearms down to his wrists, before tattoos sprouted down his tan skin. He held out his hands, raucously laughing as his fingers lengthened, callouses appearing on his sweaty palms, and veins snaking wildly all the way up his arms.
"Interesting." Siyu's insane laughter ceased immediately. His eyes darted around the dark room, searching for the voice which had loudly billowed out of the shadows. "Fuck, bruh I thought I was dead fucking meat back there. But shit, it looks like you fucked up your little recipe didn't you?" Siyu's hands began to slowly clap, not at all under his full control.
"What the fuck? Where are you? How are you here?" His sweaty hand clasped over his mouth, sticking his middle finger into his mouth like gag.
"Aww, Siyu. What's wrong, buddy? You didn't wanna get rid of me, did ya? Nahhh. You wanted to BE me." His left hand grasped the shorts, slowly pulling them up his legs while his calves and quads burst out, covered in a thick carpet of black hairs. He shot up in height, easily breaking 6' 3" in seconds. He looked down, the height disorienting him as he gagged himself. "You got your wish, fucker. Kind of, at least. See, you thought you could turn me into a puddle and wear my shit, get all swole and dope as fuck, and what... He'd fall in love with you?" Siyu's eyes widened in terror. "Yeah, fucker I can see it all! I'm in here with you now. I can see how you jacked off to the idea of him plowing your ass after a long game. I can see how you followed him all over fucking town all the time. I can see how you thought some fuckin' magic bullshit would make you like me so you could force him to love you. Gotta say, that's some fucked up shit killing off your crush's best friend so you have no competition." Siyu's body bent over, picking up the socks, before plopping down onto the chair, surrounded by Ethan's clothes.
"See, you think I didn't know Eddy was into me? You think we didn't jack off together in our rooms when we needed a release? You think I wasn't into him too?" The hands slipped on the sopping wet socks, as his feet started soak up Ethan's sweaty essence, quickly followed by the nasty red shoes. As the laces were tied snug, his feet began to crack and swell, his arch growing tall and his toes lengthening out. Tattoos sprawled over the tops of his stinking feet and ankles, as the red fabric quickly turned orange, widening and lengthening even larger than Ethan's, until they were two massive size 15's. "Heheh, he likes feet, just so you know. Right when we get home after a long day, he loves it when I peel off my shoe and shove his face in it." Siyu felt his hand pinch his cheeks, and his middle finger caress his tongue in his mouth. "Thing is, Siyu, I was straight. I only had eyes for pussy, and fuck bruh, I knew how to stick my dick in it. I liked it when he sucked my nasty cock clean, but you know, it was just something between bros, you know?" Siyu slapped his meaty thighs, standing up tall and picking up the white facemask there on the ground. Tears ran down his terrified face as his own hands drew it closer.
"But now that I'm here, now that you and I are one, I think you may be right, dude." Siyu moaned against the hand over his mouth, just before it slipped out and grasped the other side of the mask. "I think we and Eddy are gonna be soulmates." He shrieked as the mask adhered over his nose and chin, and around his ears. Siyu could do nothing as he felt his brows lowering, his greasy hair falling out of his chiseled skull, quickly replaced by a sweaty black fade. His lips pillowed out as his long, meaty tongue licked them as he smirked with his pearly white teeth. Siyu could feel Ethan's consciousness wrap around him, like a tight latex suit compressing him tighter and tighter and tighter, until he visualize Ethan finally penetrating him. He pulled down his shorts and began to pump his greasy dick, while Ethan made himself at home inside of Siyu. Their traits intermingling with eachother- merging everything between them that would have made them distinct, now creating an amalgamation of both. As his balls began to shudder, pre cum dripping from his hooded cockhead, there was no more Ethan, and there was no more Siyu.
The first volley of spunk shot from his dick, memories of fucking gals on the weekends and guys on the weekdays solidified in his mind. Second volley of spunk, a sense of cocky self assurance swelled within him, though washed with a sense of empathy and camaraderie to mellow him out. Third volley of spunk, he was booksmart in his IT classes, but dumb as a box of rocks, choosing to funnel his free time out of class into the team and chilling out with his bros. Fourth volley of spunk, he loved Eduardo. That sweet, adorable, kinky little fuck was the apple of his eye, and he'd do anything for him. Though, he couldn't get too lovey dovey, he knew all too well that being chased and obsessed over was the quickest way to turn him off. He would happily tease, flirt, kiss, suck and fuck him, but he would let Eddy come to him. Fifth and final volley, his identity now centralized and firm: he was Shan Eoyang, a Chinese exchange student on scholarship for basketball. He was cool, he was hot, he was the golden hearted bad boy that made everyone around him go wild. The world was his oyster, and he would be there with his man by his side, and the various others who would worship at their sweaty masculine feet. He opened his eyes, and Shan took his first deep breath, taking in his own scent embedded into his mask.
"Fuuuuuuuck dude, that's good." He slipped his cock back into his dirty jockstrap, knowing all too well that Eddy would be into it when they finally met up. Bringing his fingers to his ears, he came perilously close to prying off his mask, though something in the back of his mind told him it probably wasn't the best idea. He pulled out his phone, not recognizing it whatsoever. It had his boyfriend's face as the screensaver, but it wouldn't take his password or fingerprint. Must be the previous tenant's phone, he thought to himself, as he opened the window and chucked it from the building. He'd run out and get one in the morning before class, as he had a bunch of scholarship money to burn.
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Eduardo waited outside the basketball court, wondering where Ethan was. It was almost 8, and while he was never particularly adept at being on time, he would have at least texted. He looked down at his phone, scrolling through his Grindr, looking for whoever was available after hoops. Ethan would definitely let him suck him off in the locker room, but meh, that wasn't really going anywhere anyway. Thankfully, Siyu wasn't in class, apparently he'd dropped out from what the professor had said. At minimum he was relieved that the creepy little guy wasn't going to be following him home at night anymore.
Just as he was preparing to call it a night, the door burst open at the end of the hall. He turned to give Ethan a hard time for being so late, but the man before him was not Ethan. He was the tall, dark, and handsome archetype personified. He sauntered over to him with a confident stride, oozing a sense of pride and sexual energy.
"Oh... shit man. You uh, you caught me off guard. I was just waiting for my friend." The man approached Eduardo with smiling eyes behind the black facemask on his chin.
"You're Eddy, right? I'm a new student, just got on the basketball team. Coach says you might be able to show me around the place, if you're down of course? Name's Shan." Shan leaned against the wall, letting his hand rest on his neck, and smirking beneath the fabric as his sharp pit musk wafted at his gorgeous new teammate. Eduardo, happily letting in the stud's scent, lapped it up and shuddered.
"Yeah, man. I'm so down, I'm Eduardo. Friends call me Eddy." Shan leaned in close, their noses now inches from eachother.
"Eddy, then. Sounds like a good time, someone like you would probably be able to show me a lot." Shan winked, and Eddy blushed a bright red, nodding gingerly. "Well shit, how's about we shoot a couple hoops, we go back to my room and we show eachother around, what do you say?" Eduardo looked down, seeing Shan's massive well worn sneakers, which had inched their way to his own until they were firmly touching. Oh shit yeah, this guy was perfect.
"I say fuck yeah, man. Show me what you're made of." Eddy made the move, letting his fingers slowly touch Shan's forearm. Happily received, Shan ruffled his soon-to-be boyfriend's hair, as if it were second nature.
"Oh I'm gonna kick your ass on the court. We'll see what I do with it when we're done." He slapped Eddy's back, tossing his sweaty arm around his shoulder as the two walked into the court. They would be inseparable once again, and yet inseparable for the first time.
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Soccer is a sport makes people exhausted. A nice pair of human sock can solve that tho.
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