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Snug
Everything had been perfect in Stefan's life. He was handsome and his preppy clean-cut look and charming personality had gotten him a beautiful girlfriend. Thanks to his hard work he had also gotten into one of the country's best universities. Nothing could stop him from getting his dream job and marrying his girlfriend. He was really living his perfect life.
Well, that's what he thought right before entering his dorm and smelled the rank atmosphere inside. Sigh. There was just one little thing that spoiled his life on campus : he shared his dorm with Bryce.
Bryce was your typical jock douchebag. Popular, obnoxious, party-goer and obsessed with working out. Apparently he hadn't registered that working out constantly also meant that he needed to wash his dirty gym gear and not leave them all over the dorm. Stefan's clean and neat persona clashed with Bryce's unhygienic and messy one. Living with him was like a nightmare.
Stefan stepped in the musty dorm and approached his bed where he immediately noticed a piece of clothing that wasn't his. He already felt the frustration rising inside of him. Bryce had, for some reason, left one of his dirty jockstraps laying there on his bed.
Stefan saw red. The disgusting jockstrap would have originally been white, except the fabric of the pouch was stained yellow and distended. Stefan tried as hard as he could to not picture how Bryce's filthy cock and bodily fluids could have done that to a piece of clothing. "Does he think i enjoy his nauseating stench ?!"
Stefan was outraged. He wished he didn't have to take care of Bryce's dirty laundry and that he'd do it himself. He picked up the rank piece of fabric to try and dispose of it. To his horror the jockstrap was stiff in his hand, supposedly hardened by Bryce's ... cum. Stefan then swore he could hear, or feel, a voice inside his head.
"hmmm... musk..."
Shocked, he flung it across the room. He started panting heavily. What was that voice ? That feeling ? He looked at the hand that had touched the jockstrap's stiffened waistband and felt a sort of tingliness at the tip of his fingers. The tingly feeling started spreading across his hand and then up his arm. It felt like cotton all over his body. As it took over him, Stefan tried running for the door but he suddenly felt his entire body shrink and hollow out. Stefan wanted to cry for help but all he could do was feel his entire body twisting and reshaping into a pair of white Adidas socks as he fell to the floor. He could still feel, hear and smell but he couldn't move.
That's when he heard the turning of the doorknob. Bryce entered the room and walked where Stefan was laying. He had just come back from his afternoon run.
Stefan felt Bryce kneel next to him and, for a second, thought that he might be able to help him out ! "Bryce ! Help me !"
With a dopey grin, Bryce took the socks in his hand and looked at them. Stefan thought he was saved !
"Sick dude ! I didn't think i had any other clean pair of socks !"
Stefan tried to scream at him that this was him ! That he wasn't just a pair of socks ! But Bryce didn't hear anything. Stefan really was just a pair of socks, and socks aren't meant to speak, they're meant to be worn. The horror of the situation dawned on Stefan as he heard Bryce kick off his trainers and took off his current pair of socks, dirty and worn out. "I've been wearing these nonstop for months, it's time for a change huhu !"
"No ! I'm not just some piece of clothing for Bryce to ruin !" Stefan screamed out. He tried resisting in vain as Bryce pulled the pristine socks over his sweaty feet. Stefan's new body conformed to the shape of Bryce's feet and lower calves. His senses were immediately assaulted by the rancid musk.
"They're so snug bro. I'm going to wear them until they're completely ruined huhuhu"
Stefan's perfect reality, his life, his dreams, his future... everything unraveled as his new disgusting soaking reality set in. He felt so disgusted and humiliated to be a gymrat's rank socks. Bryce put on his trainers. Stefan was immediately soaked in sweat. Bryce stood and left the dorm, heading for his evening workout.
1 year later
Bryce loved his new socks and the way they seemed to fit his feet perfectly. The pristine white socks hadn't stayed that way for long. Bryce wore the socks everyday nonstop for months, to class, to the gym, even when he fucked his bros. The socks had gradually started to fray and darken.
At first, Stefan tried to resist his new life. He was determined to not let this break him. However the months went on. Trapped inside Bryce's hot sweaty shoes, Stefan was constantly drenched in sweat and musk and over time, he could feel it not only affect the fabric he was made of but also the fabric of his mind. Little by little, Stefan got more and more filthy and ruined and so his mind corrupted.
What started as a nightmare gradually became more pleasant. Stefan began enjoying the smell of Bryce's feet. Stefan's entire psychology reshaped itself around Bryce's sweaty feet. He realized he was nothing but a sweaty pair of socks who belongs to a big, muscular jock named Bryce. Stefan eventually accepted his place as Master Bryce's property, taking comfort and pride in serving the big jock and worshiping his sweaty scent and dirty feet.
His former self long gone, Stefan was broken and twisted into something better. He who used to love his girlfriend so dearly, now only had adoration for his Master's rankness. He finally felt at home, perfectly wrapped around his Master's feet.
Bryce had no plan to stop wearing his socks. He wanted to wear them out until they couldn't be worn anymore, but that would surely take several more years.
Bryce had no idea that the preppy, clean-cut guy he used to dorm with became nothing but a perverted, dirty pair of athletic socks who now existed only to pleasure him.
#inanimate tf#sock tf#permanent tf#musk#corruption#inanimate transformation#sock transformation#permanent transformation#jock#male tf#male transformation#reality change#mental change
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Drey and lab partner Nile were given a tough assignment in chemistry class of there sophomore year in college. Drey was a hard working student that always got straight As, while Nile was one who slacked when it came to assignments. The professor wanted to help Nile become a better student, so he partnered him up with the smartest student in the class, hoping some of those good habits would rub off on him.
When the assignment was complete and graded, both Drey and Nile were given an A for the assignment. The professor asked Drey if Nile really did pull his weight on the project, and he told him yes. What the professor didn't know was that Drey was forced to say yes by Nile.
Once they were partnered together, Drey started noticing Nile's feet. When Nile noticed that Drey was looking at his feet often, he figured that he had a foot fetish. He decided to use this fact to his advantage. He offered his feet to Drey to do whatever he wanted to do with them.
Drey would have feet worship sessions in Nile's dorm room when his roommate wasn't present. Nile would even let Drey lay under his desk as a footrest while he gamed on his computer, sometimes for hours sniffing his feet. But when it came time to work on the project, he told Drey to do all the work and they both would take credit. A day before presenting the project, Drey had threated to tell the professor he had done all the work and Nile did none. Nile then showed a ton of pictures and some videos of the foot worship sessions. He then threatened Drey that if he didn't say they both worked on it together, he would show the pictures and videos to his roommate first and then to a lot of other students. Not wanting his foot fetish to be well known, he relented to Nile's demand.
Three days after getting the A, Drey had a change of heart on his decision to remain silent. He texts Nile that he was going to tell the professor the truth, it didn't matter if he was exposed. Nile texted back that he was sorry for blackmailing him and that it was wrong for him to do that. He also told him that he will tell the professor the truth. If he wanted one more foot fetish session, to come over to his dorm room. Drey believed him and went.
Nile let Drey into his dorm room and shut the door. Drey got down on the floor and started kissing Nile's feet like he usually does in their sessions. He didn't notice what he was doing up above him. He looked up briefly to see a strange ray device pointed at him. "I got you here so that my secret would be safe. You won't be ratting on me if you are under my feet for a very long time." Nile spoke to Drey and fired at him.
Drey saw his whole view change as his body shrunk in size and started to turn white. He tried to speak, but his mouth was sealed shut. Everything happened so fast within seconds. One minute later, Drey was gone, and in his place was a pair of white flip-flops.
Nile laughed as slide his feet into his new flip-flops. "Now my secret is safe and I have a new pair of flip-flops to add to my collection. He laughed more. He placed his phone on the floor to snap a picture of him and his new flip-flops. He then posted on his social media page. He added caption beneath the picture, 'Thanks for my new flip-flops, Drey. I think I will keep them for a very long time.'
Drey was mortified mentally as Nile's feet crushed his face. He could feel Nile's feet started to mold his face to service his new owner's feet. He had no means to call for help and lack the ability to move on his own to escape. His fate was sealed. He was Nile's flip-flops forever. Had he left things alone, he would not have been where he was now. He could only partially blame himself for all the pain that Nile's feet was going to cause him for the rest of his life.
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Your mates were laughing their heads off. Your mate Noah showing you off on his feet. He used his new TF device and turned you into a pair of white socks the other day and is worn you so much already.
He originally asked to turn you into socks and you said no. So he did it without your permission. He knows fully well how you feel about feet. You hate feet so much, even a glimpse of your own foot makes you almost vomit.
Noah tells his mates about this, one of them didn't believe him so he turned one into the shirt he has on. Noah has a strict no humanity returns policy, so you and his other mate are like this forever.
2 WEEKS LATER
A couple weeks had passed and Noah has really put you through the some stuff. Your fabric is already thinning and he's not washed you once, you absolutely reek.
As for his mate who was that shirt, that got a hole in it so he tossed the shirt in the trash. He has used you ass cumrags as well, lapping up his nut, and Noah nuts a heck of a lot. He loves that you are conscious, all your senses increased by a factor of 10.000%, he chose that much so you'll feel, smell, taste everything so much.
6 MONTHS LATER
Noah takes one final pic of ya, your so wrecked, holes all over, your so filthy and reek so bad. Fuck knows how bad it is for your senses. Noah peels ya off his rank feet and dips you in lighter fluid and then ignites ya. Your last moment is that of screaming as you burn up into nothing.
Noah slips on two new clean socks. His two brothers were really annoying him so he gave them a new purpose in life. Being his brothers socks and they'll share the same fate as you.
#permanent transformation#inanimate tf#tf#inanimate transformation#permanent tf#brothers#sock tf#sock transformation
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Insatiable
"You want... dick?"
Oh God, finally! It had been the most stressful and embarrassing fifteen minutes for Derek, but apparently, the old (and somewhat creepy) lady on the other side of the desk finally got what he meant.
"Yes! Dick, cock, penis, that's what I want. For my boyfriend." he added.
Communication has been... Difficult to say the least. Derek would normally never set food into a store like this. The small room was cramped with various utensils Derek couldn't even name. There was a stuffed alligator hanging from the ceiling, and a row of dusty jars was standing on a shelf right next to his ear. Derek was sure they contained old and wrinkly apples, mainly because he didn't want to think about what could be in them if it weren't apples.
However, as creepy as this place was, some of his friends had recommended it highly, because the owner of the store apparently could produce an aphrodisiac that put the blue pill to shame. Even if she looked like the embodiment of a voodoo lady, that was.
However, explaining what he wanted and that he wanted it for his boyfriend had been more than difficult. The old lady seemed to be hard of hearing *and* had a hard time grasping the concept of a gay couple. But, apparently, finally it clicked.
The lady shrugged her shoulders which made her large earrings shake.
"OK. Dick for boyfriend." she shrugged again, but began to gather... Something... From her drawers.
"I need..." she began, but Derek interrupted her.
"Some of his hair, yes." That part was clear to Derek since all his friends who recommended the place mentioned. It was probably just for show, but apparently, some hair was a required ingredient.
The old lady nodded and took the small plastic bag with Sean's hair that Derek had brought.
He was surprised when he saw her kneading a soft wax like mass with her bony fingers. Wasn't she supposed to prepare some pills or potion?
He was yanked back to reality by a short tug on his scalp though. The voodoo lady had ripped off some of his own hair, too.
"Ouch! What was that for?" he asked, although it hardly hurt.
"Need hair both" was the only answer he received.
Fascinatedly, Derek watched as the old lady formed a small humanoid doll from the substance. Of course. A voodoo doll. So much for any real surprise for Sean's birthday. Well, at least it was an original joke gift.
The wax figure was unmistakably male. On the one hand, it was obvious from the V-shaped body, the flat chest and the muscular frame that was emerging, but, most importantly because of the other detail the old lady included: the doll was very much anatomically correct, as it sported a large, erect phallus, proudly emerging from its loins. When she was satisfied, she carefully took out Sean's hair and dotted it on the small doll. Derek watched her put it on the dolls head, its chest and even under the figures arms.
Derek's hair, however, went to the pubic area and was used to form a large bush around the phallus. She even massaged some of the hairs into the rod itself.
When she was finished, she took a short look at the doll and quickly dipped it into a cauldron holding an ominous slimy liquid.
"Here, finished. It's 10 dollars."
"Ookay..." Derek began. "And how does it work exactly?"
"It just works. Trust. It's 10 dollars." was the only answer he got.
Derek shrugged and paid the old lady before taking the wet doll. Careful not to get the liquid on his clothes, he thanked her and left the building.
He drove home, a smile on his lips. Hopefully, his boyfriend would like the joke gift.
***
"What is that?", Sean asked curiously, as he eyed the little figure.
"Isn't that obvious?" Derek laughed. "It's a voodoo doll, and it's supposed to improve our sex life."
Sean raised an eyebrow. "Do you think our sex life needs improving?" he asked his boyfriend in an amused voice.
Before Derek could answer though, he laughed and said: "Thanks, honey". He kissed his boyfriend, and what was originally planned to be a quick peck on the lips turned into a long and sensual kiss involving tongue and roaming hands.
They both panted when they eventually separated.
"I can already see a positive effect.", Sean remarked. "Do you want to take it to the bedroom and help me with that?" he grinned and gestured towards a small but noticeable bulge in his pants.
Derek gulped. "Yeah." he replied.
They hurried to the bedroom, where their clothes came off in a hurry.
Sean was unusually active. Normally, he was a pretty passive bottom, which worked well for Derek, since he had the bigger dick and liked to top more. However, today, after some making out, Sean whispered:
"Let's try something new."
Sean's hand, which had traveled to Derek's ass left little room for interpretation on what he meant. He nodded. If Sean wanted to top, and on his birthday of all days, who was he to disagree?
They moved around, so Derek was on all fours and Sean positioned himself behind him. Derek closed his eyes in anticipation, feeling the cool air on his ass, the bed slightly dipping, and Sean's hot breath.
"I can't wait to get inside you." Sean breathed.
The next thing Derek felt was something hard, wet and hot against his asshole.
His eyes shot open.
"Is that your tongue?"
Sean hummed. "Yeah, and it tastes great."
He proceeded to lick Derek's butthole, occasionally even penetrating it with the tip of his tongue. Then, finally, Sean removed his tongue and left the stage open for his very erect cock.
Derek had expected him to use lube, but instead, he heard his boyfriend spit and felt a hot liquid hit his butthole. He didn't complain though. This was new, exciting, and he really wanted to see where this would lead. Besides, Sean's cock was small enough to not hurt much either way.
And, true enough, he slid into Derek with little to no resistance.
"You like that?", Sean grunted, and Derek could only moan in response.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster, Sean was fucking Derek. Horny as they both were, it didn't take them too long to simultaneously cry out in ecstasy, as Sean pumped his seed into Derek's ass.
As they were both lying on the bed, panting and recovering, neither of them noticed at first that some subtle changes crept over their bodies. Where Sean was growing a bit bigger overall, both in height as well as in mass, Derek shrunk.
At first it seemed that he was losing stature in the same amount that Sean was gaining - however, that quickly proved not to be the case: After a few moments, Derek had lost a good 25 centimeters of height and was overall thinner and leaner than before.
Sean, on the other hand, was somewhat more muscular and had gained about 5 centimeters in height, putting him at about 1,80 meters now. His changes would have been way less noticeable had it not been for another growth: On both his chest and under his armpits, a patch of dense black and curly hair had begun to sprout.
One thing however had not changed: The size of their slowly softening dicks. However, with their new body sizes, Derek's cock looked even bigger and Sean's even smaller than before.
They were both still catching their breath when Derek was the first to notice the change.
"What the-", he exclaimed. He sat up, looking at his body.
"What is it?" asked Sean, also sitting up. "Woha. Have you shrunk?"
Derek looked at him, confused and slightly worried.
"What? No! You have gotten bigger."
Sean frowned. "Really? I feel like I have grown a bit, but I think you have become a bit smaller."
Sean stood up and gestured his boyfriend to do the same. Really, while the perspective was a bit off for Sean, it was completely different for Derek. His eye level was about at shoulder-height of Sean now and he had to look up to see his face.
"I am shorter." he remarked, dumbfounded.
Sean shook his head. "But that's impossible."
"It is." Derek confirmed. "And why the hell do you have hair under your arms, too?"
Sean shrugged, confused, but then he looked down his own body.
"It's not just there! Man, my body feels *weird*. It's like it's not even my own."
"Tell me about it", said Derek with a grimace. "I feel like a dwarf!"
"Awww." Smiled Sean. "But if it's any consolation: You are a very sexy dwarf. You have such a cute ass." As if to make a point, he slapped Derek's behind lightly.
"Yeah, well, I have noticed your newfound interest in that area." Derek commented dryly.
"Hey, it's not like you can complain!"
Sean readjusted his dick, which hadn't returned to a fully flaccid state with all the talk about asses. It was true, though: Derek was really cute that way.
Derek meanwhile slapped his forehead. "Of course. It must be that voodoo doll. Let me phone the shop!"
"You mean like real magic?" Sean said but Derek was already dialing his phone. After a few seconds, however, he hung up.
"Damn, they're closed for the day already. I'll have to try tomorrow."
"Well, I guess there are worse things than being short for a day. Hey, how about we watch a movie and eat some pizza tonight, and tomorrow, you can go to that store first thing in the morning."
Derek broke into a smile. Sean was right of course. It wasn't like anything catastrophic had happened. Still, the implications, with voodoo magic being real and all that were a lot to think about it. But that could wait until tomorrow.
"Sure! It's your birthday after all!"
They put on some clothes and went to prepare pizza together. Their body sizes were becoming pretty obvious when they settled on the couch after dinner. Of course, their usual snuggling positions didn't quite work out and they had to arrange differently. Finally, they settled with Derek's head on Sean's lap, who took quite a bit more space on the sofa now.
This position allowed Derek to notice at once when, around after half the movie, certain parts of Sean stirred under his head.
"Are you seriously getting a boner from me watching a movie?"
Sean grinned. "Sorry. You just feel so nice down there."
Derek rolled his eyes.
"You know, I can feel a boner poking against the back of my head, too."
"Hey, it's not my fault when you look so cute!" Sean smiled and stroked Derek's hair.
"Well, the voodoo lady did say that the doll was supposed to increase our sex drive. I guess that part works. We can still watch the movie if you want."
"Actually..." Sean began, and Derek could feel Sean's dick quickly getting harder. "... I have a different idea."
Sean pulled his pants down a little, just enough to free his cock.
"Would you give me a blowjob?"
"Sure." replied Derek. It had been a while since they had switched things up, so he was more than willing to go with it.
Sean shifted, giving his boyfriend better access, and Derek scooted lower. He grabbed the shaft and gave it a few tentative licks, before starting to suck in earnest.
While Derek was busy working on Sean's dick, his own was straining his pants, and he opened them to jerk off. However, after some minutes of enjoying the sensation, Sean pushed back Derek's head.
"Enough with your mouth." he said, with his voice coarse from arousal. "I want that ass."
Derek didn't object. He stood up and let his pants and underwear drop.
"Wait a second. Let me get some lube."
"No need." replied Sean and Derek could see that he was right. Sean's cock was still wet from his blowjob and from the precum that was spilling out of the tip. With one hand, he spread his ass cheeks.
"Do it. Do me."
Sean didn't have to be told twice. He stood up and, after some brief repositioning, pushed his cock into his boyfriend's waiting hole.
"Oh God! You're even tighter than before!" he moaned, as he began to push into his boyfriend.
Derek couldn't answer from the onslaught of sensation, but Sean was right. It felt like Sean's cock filled him up like never before. Derek almost came from the sensation of Sean entering him alone.
When Sean began pumping, slow at first but quickly picking up pace, Derek was lost in ecstasy. All he could feel was his boyfriends cock inside of him, filling him from behind and rocking his world. At some point, he came all over the couch, but he didn't stop, because Sean didn't stop. He jerked his own cock more and more, riding the waves of his orgasm while his boyfriend kept plowing his ass.
Then, after what seemed like an eternity, Sean's thrusts became faster, erratic. With one last push, he buried his cock in Derek's ass and spilled his load.
Both men saw stars after that and were busy catching their breath, when, again, a change washed over them. This time, Derek noticed as the world around him became bigger quickly.
"Wha... It's happening again!" he cried out, alerting Sean to the fact, too.
Sean watched as Derek got smaller... and *smaller*, still impaled on Sean's dick. His shrinking only stopped when he was about 50 centimeters in height, barely half a meter tall.
"Did... it stop?" Derek asked, with his voice somewhat higher and fainter than before. Sean's voice, on the other hand, sounded deeper and resonated louder when he answered:
"Seems that way. Wow, what a shock. Let's get you off of me, first."
Sean tried to lift Derek up from his lap but found himself unable to. Sean's dick was firmly lodged into Derek's ass now and no matter how hard he pulled, Derek wouldn't come off. in fact, when he felt the hairy root of his cock, he couldn't even find a gap between it and Derek's ass cheeks, so tight was the connection. It was like Derek was glued or welded to his groin.
"Oh my god." exclaimed Derek, when he noticed the same thing. "I'm stuck!"
"What should we do?" asked Sean.
"What *can* we do?" asked Derek, with clear panic in his voice.
"Okay, okay. Calm down. We're still good, right? Everyone is alive, nothing to worry about. Tomorrow, we will go to that shop and have this sorted out."
"You're right." sighed Derek, who was still trying to free himself. "It's not like I'm hurting or anything. This is just weird. And uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable? What's wrong?"
"Everything." answered Derek, who had given up struggling. "The position, for starters. My feet aren't touching the ground."
"Oh." replied Sean. There was nothing else he could think of.
"It's not... *that* bad though", Derek continued. "It does kinda feel good to be this close. Like snuggling."
"Like snuggling?" asked Sean.
"Like really *close* snuggling. And you're pretty big right now, so I feel really secure."
Sean smiled, apparently having been successful in calming his boyfriend. He secretly had to admit that the situation was pretty exciting for him, but he didn't want to show it. Instead, he secured the small Derek with his arms and walked to the bathroom. It felt like carrying a small backpack in front of his body.
"Let's get cleaned up, okay?"
They did just that. Derek found that he could stabilize himself pretty well on Sean's body. And they both noticed that Sean, too had grown again. Now measuring about 1,90 meters and being covered by a considerate amount of body hair was certainly something else, but it paled in comparison to having his half-a-meter-boyfriend attached to his groin.
Not knowing what else to do afterwards, they went to bed. Sean carefully climbed on the mattress, making sure not to jostle his tiny partner too much. He positioned himself and put the blanket over him, with Derek safely secured underneath.
"Is everything okay?", Sean asked.
Derek was covered by the blanket completely but actually felt good. It was the safest feeling he had had for a very long time.
"Actually, yeah. I guess. Good night, honey."
"Good night, Derek."
After a few moments, Derek could hear Sean snoring and shortly after, he, too drifted off to sleep.
It was morning, when Derek awoke to a strange sensation. He felt really stiff, his back was straight, and he was feeling... horny. Of course, Derek had felt horny before, but this was no comparison. It was like "horny" flooded his whole system, from head to toe.
His mouth tasted like yesterday's blowjob... again. The salty taste of precum was on his tongue and his lips were tingling. He couldn't remember ever having felt that horny before, his whole body was just buzzing.
"Are you awake?" Sean's voice, deep and rumbling, startled him.
"Huh?", was his only reaction.
"Are you awake?" repeated Sean. "I'm horny as fuck."
"Uh, me, too." answered Derek, slowly regaining control of his voice. "Do you wanna..."
"Yes. Oh yes. Perhaps if I push you up and down my cock, we can..."
"Worth a shot." Derek confirmed.
Sean did just that. He gripped Derek under his shoulders, making sure that his small hands were not crushed, and slowly began lifting him. As before, Derek's ass was still firmly attached to Sean's groin, but the tugging sensation was enough for both of them to produce a deep and needy moan.
However, as Sean pushed Derek back and began to pull again, Derek interrupted:
"Wait! What if... we change more?"
Even though it took a considerable amount of will from Sean, he stopped for a moment. Derek was right, he knew that. But the urge was just too strong.
"Yes..." he half-moaned. "...but I need this."
"Sean, what..." Derek began, but Sean had started to tug Derek's smaller body again, and the rest of his sentence was swallowed by a needy moan from Derek as well. Fuck it, how much worse could it get?
As Sean moved his hands up and down Derek's body, he could feel more changes setting in sooner. The taste of precum in his mouth intensified and Derek found himself drooling up liquid that tasted like it as well. It ran down his body, which was, again, changing.
Derek's arms and legs shrunk into his body fast, faster even than the rest of his body, which was also getting smaller again. It was mainly frustrating for Derek since he couldn't reach his cock anymore, as his extremities got absorbed into his more and more cylindrical body.
Sean's movements changed once Derek's arms were out of the way. No longer was he tugging the much, much smaller man up and down, but instead he closed both of his arms around Derek's torso and started *rubbing* them up and down.
The feeling was incredible. Derek found himself drooling more and more, coating his whole smaller body with precum. As Sean pumped his hands up and down Derek's body, wet sounds emerged, just as if he was pumping a well-lubed cock.
The motions quickly became quicker and quicker, Sean's breathing heavier and heavier. Derek's breathing however stopped entirely, as his inner organs changed into the only thing that was important: the various veins and glands that made up a cock. His own cock and balls disappeared into his body as well - not that he needed them anymore. He didn't need a cock, he was *becoming* a cock. A large and hefty tube of flesh, firmly attached to manly Sean, who was grunting now, close to release.
Derek could feel a pressure starting deep within him, and, as his head changed into Sean's cock head, he *exploded* with his cum, spewing it from the slit that had been his mouth just a few minutes before to everywhere in the room.
***
Of course, the voodoo shop was nowhere to be found - or so Sean claimed. Derek had remained somewhat sentient, but unable to express himself other than through twitching and getting stiff. Sean was a man who had a cock with a mind of his own - literally. The new and enormous cock meat he called his own now was quickly becoming the center of his world. Not only had his cock a mind of his own, Sean was also more and more thinking with his cock. He was positively addicted to getting off and his libido surpassed that of the two men become one.
It didn't take long until Sean lost his job due to the fact that he just couldn't stop masturbating long enough to squeeze in eight hours of work. His environment degraded around him into a cheap and dirty flat. But all of that was hardly important. Sean was a stud of a man with a cock to match. And he knew how to use his equipment all too well. He was quickly getting known as the insatiable top, who sometimes brought home two or three guys at the same time. When he was not busy breeding some bottom, he mainly spent his time watching porn or idly playing with himself. One thing was certain: Derek had certainly got a lot of action for his money.
Time for a good old cock tf! This one is a bit more involuntary and a bit more focused on the actual transformation than my series Closer Than Flesh, which focused more on the story of *being* cockmeat. I'm sure I wouldn't mind either way!
Do you have any transformation you would want to see written? Don't hesitate to message me!
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You, Dick
I had secretly always wondered what it would be to spend sometime as some other guys dick, So when I found a coin on the ground I made a wish, knowing damn well it would never come true, so imagine my shock when I woke up the next morning in my roommate's hand as he stood over me taking a piss, the feeling of a stream of his piss shooting out of my mouth and a shiver of excitement as he held on time, what was weirder was the fact when I glanced up and saw Leo staring down at me.
seems since I was nothing more than his cock he lived in the apartment alone and spent most of his free time naked so I got to swing free a lot. He seemed to really enjoy it he'd just rub one out with me whenever he got horny.
Enjoying yourself as my dick bro, he spoke to me? Of all they guys me..really? You don't really know me do you bro? I found you so damn hot. Seems Leo was gay and had a crush on me, Dude. He rushed off to get dressed. Shoving me into a pair of his favorite skin tight leather jeans. Fuck now I have to go find some other sexy ass to fuck, the thought excited me, really now dude you want to get horny? He seemed pissed that I wasn't into him but would become his dick. He walked out and found a coin and made a wish. You know what I wish the dick of a roommate of mine would stay my cock for good. Enjoy being nothing but a dick forever.
And with that I never returned to human form. I spent the rest of my days satisfying my old roommates sexual conquests. I must have been good he never settled down always fucking a new ass all the time. But what did I care I was just his dick now.
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Finding Your Purpose
"Is this really supposed to work?"
The last thing Brandon wanted was to go to therapy, let alone some weird hypnotherapy thing. But the hypnotherapist, Dr. Carson, told him that he should see it as a way to improve his behaviour and stop smoking. He forced a laugh when he heard that but really he didn't think it would work and even if it did, so what?
It wasn't like it was gonna fix everything in his life. Brandon was in his thirties. He barely had any highschool friends left over and his college buddies moved on to bigger and better things while he was languishing away in his hometown, stuck in a dead-end job working for his uncle's construction company.
Right now he felt useless, like he wanted to find some sort of purpose and that's where the therapist came in.
"It is...just relax now and think of...your purpose. What do you really want to do with your purpose?"
"My purpose...?" Brandon blinked as he realised that he kept focusing on the watch. Watching the watch, as the hypnotherapist kept repeating as he kept focusing on it. There was no way this would work. He kept telling himself that, but Brandon wasn't sure he was believing it as the watch went...
Back and forth...
Back and forth...
Back and forth...
He couldn't help but watch the watch as he tried his best to focus, but all he could do was watch the watch and the more he watched the watch the more harder he got and the harder he got, the more he could just watch the watch.
"Yeah your purpose, you see my last client found himself suited for his purpose. Maybe you need a purpose..."
"Purpose..." Brandon didn't realise it but he was starting to drool. He thought he could tear his eyes away from the watch but now he couldn't as he was growing harder. "S-Stop..."
"What's there to stop? You see Brandon I think you want a purpose...whether it be a shoe shiner...or something else..." The hypnotist began to move backwards with the watch. Like a dog Brandon followed it, as if it were a ball or treat being waved in front of him before the hypnotist moved to his desk.
Suddenly Brandon blinked, almost breaking out the trance as he saw the hypnotist place two large feet on the desk. He may have been able to break out the trance, if it wasn't for the pungent scent of musk wafting over.
"Wha..."
"Relax Brandon, like I said you want a purpose...whether a shoe shiner...or something more...personal."
Brandon felt numb as the words drilled into his mind, shoe, personal, relax, watch the watch, harder, all of it reverberated around his head.
Watch the watch...
Watch the foot...
The stinking...massive...meaty foot...
And suddenly Brandon felt that he was getting closer. He was never into guys. Never into feet. Everything in his mind was telling him not to but he just couldn't resist it, the more he watched the man. He didn't know if he was saying anything else but he dove forward and suddenly his nose was all up in the feet, taking deep breaths as he smiled and moaned, beginning to lick and worship.
Only the more he did, the more he began to feel himself wish to get closer to the feet, wanting to have his hands wrap around them as he continued to make the man moan and bite his lips from the way he serviced them. It was like his every touch, every kiss, every lick was an echo of pleasure travelling through the feet and getting closer and closer each time he did so.
"That's it...you're finding your purpose...shoe shiner...foot worshipper...shoe..."
Shoe...
As that was echoed around his mind Brandon could feel himself starting to grow weaker. It was harder to pull away from the feet as the last dregs of resistance were leaking out of his cock. The last sum of his effort was to try and pull away but his hands had already began changing, fingers thickening, darkening all morphing together like one viscous black puddle of leather.
All he could smell was musk and leather as he continued to find his body flattening itself against his feet. His cock was growing flatter as he imagined how good it would feel for the foot to push against it as his hands continued to wrap around the feet.
Both hands had their own foot, each one forming the thick leather that would was shining as if it had just been polished.
"P-Pleammmmph-" Brandon begged, unsure if he was begging for this to stop or if he was secretly begging for more. His hypnotist laughed like it was the latter, pushing more against him as Brandon felt his body continue to compress. Each part of him was alight with sensitivity like every stretch of skin, every stitch of leather he was becoming, every iota was an erogenous zone as sensitive as his cock, his nipples, his ass.
It felt like that as his body twisted and warped, starting to somehow split apart into two.
F-Fuck what's happening to me?!
Brandon could still think, could still comprehend everything happening to him as his body had somehow turned into nothing more than leather, thick shiny, well-crafted leather that felt good to the touch and suddenly started to feel filled with something. It was as if there was something, like a cock filling his ass, as the feet were practically sucked into the leathery material he was shrinking into.
The toes wriggled in the shoes making Brandon moan with pleasure as he felt an orgasm rush through his newfound body.
P-please stop this!
But then Brandon felt the next part of the transformation. The feet on his cock and his face, the sensation of them pressing down gently upon them both, soles rubbing his length, that hypnotically pleasurable musk forever wafting in front of his nose. His face and cock had become the very insoles of the new designer dress shoes that he had become as the last of his body shrank around the feet and wrapped around them like they were giving the feet of the hypnotherapist a massage.
"Stop? Oh no no, you see Brandon you wanted a purpose and I gave you one...as my shoes."
No! No I never signed up for this! No turn me back right noohhhhhhhhh-
"Shhh shh, there there Brandon..." The hypnotherapist said as he began to lace the shiny shoes up. "You'll be a nice pair of shiny shoes and just perfect...hypnotically shiny enough for me to wave in front of my next client. Isn't that right Brandon?"
But all Brandon could do was moan as he was laced up, tighter as the world felt like he was coming again and again and again. All because he had his purpose and he was sure the hypnotherapist would help anyone, including you, find theirs too.
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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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And as always, the Alpha Jock wins! Any of you volunteering for the next round? Maybe he'll play fair this time...
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Your boyfriend was getting on my fucking nerves. So, I found a much better use for him. He made a terrible roommate, but he’s an amazing foot protector. That’s right, I made him my filthy trainer.
What? Change him back? Nah, I have a better idea. I can already see it in your eyes, that insatiable curiosity. You are wondering about how he smells. Don’t be embarrassed, he felt the same way seconds before he wrapped around my foul foot. Surrender to the power of my stench.
You look so stupid with your face shoved inside your boyfriend. I bet he smells like a large block of funky cheddar cheese. Don’t be jealous though, you’re gonna stink so much worse soon enough. Insole.
One month later…
Phew, you fucking stink! Looks like I left an ‘impression’ though. Your mind is probably squashed to mush by now. I give you a couple more weeks before I completely wear you out and toss you in the trash. Well, back inside your boyfriend you go, you soggy sole slurper. Hahaha!
Hm. I think another shoe fucking session is needed tonight.
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"So you like my feet boy? Get down on the ground and stare at them. You're so weak for them aren't you? They hold so much power over you already and you haven't even sniffed them? Pathetic. Just give in and smell my feet so I can repurpose you to be one of my socks." Master said.
His feet held so much power over me already, just one look and I couldn't look away. Everything about them was so hot, how big they were, how sweaty they were, and their musk which was slowly already melting my mind. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed his feet, to be his sock, to serve his feet more than anything else. So I stuck my nose in his toes and inhaled.
I felt my body get lighter and lighter my mind melting away, everything about myself leaving until I was just a sock for his feet to use and wear out.
"Look at you." Master said holding me up to his eyes. "Just another pathetic little sock for me to wear out until its nothing but trash around my big sexy feet."
For @wakeup01 who provided the pictues for this caption
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Start sniffing and keep sniffing… it’s the only thing you will ever do
#madebyafriend
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Your mates and you had made a bet on who would win the football match you were all watching, ane the looser would have to do whatever the others said.
Unfortunately you lost and they decided they wanted a new BBQ for parties. So your best friend Noah you known since you were both babies brought out his TF device and turned you into a nice stone BBQ and put you against the wall and filled you with coal and ignited you.
Immediately you mentally start to scream as your literally lit on fire. Your friend Noah knows you can feel all this and frankly is do hard right now in his shorts knowing your in pain.
He throws some sausages on you and you start to cook them. You have nothing to do but suffer non stop. Its like if your hunan body was covered in gasoline ane ignited its unimaginable pain.
Noah is talking to his mates
"Yeah, not gonna turn him back, he's took useful as our BBQ and was absolute ass as a human"
Hearing your BFF say your staying like this really gets you all fired up so to speak. But you can't do anything about it.
10 YEARS LATER
They've used you every summer and by bow you are old, bricks falling off, your grill is burnt, black, worn completely. Noah comes outside one day and with the help of his husband, one of those mates who attended every summer BBQ. They move you and get sledgehammers and start smashing you to pieces. You can only barely see a new BBQ around the corner that'll be taking your place as you are smahsed up and soon dumped.
You however still conscious and can hear the new BBQ being used. After 10 years you were accustomed to this life. In facf knowing they are having a BBQ without using you makes you jealous and sad.
1 WEEK LATER
You were taken to a recycling centre and your bricks, metal, everything is destroyed. The bricks will be used to make new bricks. The metal is melted doen and will be used in other things. And finally your existence is gone.
#permanent transformation#tf#inanimate tf#inanimate transformation#permanent tf#BBQ transformation#BBQ tf
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The road trip
College was finally over! Randy and Danny, who had spent the last four years living in the same dorm room, were celebrating their graduation with a dream they had nurtured for the past few months: A road trip across the country! They would travel together, spend the time driving and the nights in motels, and finally visit some famous places along the way.
Both of them had the money for it and the time to spare. Danny, of course, who was the more reliable of the duo, was the one who had planned out the whole trip in advance. He had the maps, the motels and the sights all written down, and now they were driving through the countryside to the west.
All went according to plan and the two friends were already a few days on the road, when the accident happened. Randy, who didn't get much sleep the night before was driving while Danny was taking a nap in the seat next to him. The monotonous sight of the country road was not helping much, and Danny found it more and more difficult to stay awake. In hindsight, the sensible choice of action would have been to park the car and take a nap as well. But Randy wasn't the type for sensible choices. He just kept driving and driving until...
*BANG!*
Randy's car hit something, a rock, a stone, a tree. Danny woke up with a jolt and looked around. Everything had happened so fast. The front window was broken, and the airbag had exploded.
Danny couldn't see because of the airbag and tried to open the door. Luckily, it wasn't jammed, and he could work himself out of the car just in time to see Randy crawl out on the driver's side as well.
"Randy! Are you hurt? What happened?"
"No, I'm okay, but the car... "
Danny, who had managed to stand up by now, took a look at the front of the car. They had collided with a large rock next to the road. Even without any mechanical expertise, Danny recognized that the car was wrecked, damaged beyond repair. Next to one of the car's wheels, he spotted something on the ground. When he picked it up, however, it was just some old coin that he quickly pocketed.
"Fuck." was all Danny remarked. It was unlike him to swear, but the situation called for it.
Randy was still looking at the wreck of his car in disbelief. A thousand thoughts spun around in his head, ranging from "my dad's gonna kill me" to "I should really have been more careful". He finally decided on:
"How are we going to get back to civilization?"
"I'm not sure, but we'll figure something out. We should really get the rest of our luggage and call for help."
The two former students did as suggested and collected their luggage from the car. Luckily, everything that had been in the trunk was more or less intact. Calling for help, however, was a bigger problem than anticipated.
"No reception." Randy stated and Danny nodded, adding only another "Fuck.".
"Perhaps, there's some sort of service station nearby. We should probably walk in the direction we were driving." Danny said after a short consideration.
Neither of them knew how far it was going to be - but surely, at some point, they would be able to use their phones.
After walking for about twenty minutes in the blazing heat, Danny suddenly stopped.
"What's the matter?", Randy asked.
"It's fucking hot, that's what it is", Danny answered. His voice sounded scruff, but that was probably just because of the lack of water. After a short bit of hesitation, he pulled his white t-shirt over his head and used it to wipe away his sweat before dropping it to the ground.
"Better." he mumbled, but it didn't take long for the sweat to return.
Randy, who had also stopped when Danny did, looked at him and his surprisingly well defined torso, glistening in the sun. He had known Danny for a long time, and had seen him shirtless more than once, but his friends exposed chest was way more impressive than he remembered.
"Aren't you hot?"
Randy was interrupted in his thoughts by the question.
"No, actually... I'm not sweating one bit." he answered truthfully. That earned him a strange look from Danny, but no further comment.
Danny was hot, really hot. His mind was clouded, and it was difficult for him to think straight. After another short while, he cursed again.
"Fuck this shit! We're not getting anywhere like that."
Absentmindedly, he scratched his chest, which showed a coating of fine dark hairs now. Randy was pretty sure they weren't there some moments ago. What was going on?! Randy really didn't want to stare, but there were some not-so-subtle changed in his friend. The chest, the hair, the sudden change in behavior... and was that a tattoo on his shoulder? Randy was very, very certain that Danny didn't have any tattoos and yet, here was one. It looked like a crest or something, perhaps a military motive? That was impossible, of course, Danny was a gentle pacifist.
It didn't look bad on him, though. Randy found his eyes glued to his friends body, taking everything in, the muscles, the tattoo, the hair, the... bulge.
"Are you enjoying the view?" the question was snarky, almost aggressive, and definitely not what Randy was used to.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" Randy began, but Danny had already closed the distance between them and closed his hand (Randy could swear it was bigger and rougher than before) around Randy's crotch. Only now that it had been touched, Randy realized that he had grown hard.
"Don't act innocent, you little fag", Danny growled. "You're enjoying the view."
"Yes." Randy breathed. The whole situation was weird, and definitely not good, but his friend's hand on his cock felt so incredibly good. Of course, Randy wasn't gay... was he?
When he looked up, he saw Danny grinning a superior grin, despite his harsh words. He had grown significantly, Randy noticed. Not taller, but broader, with big, strong muscles. More tattoos had appeared on his other arm as well, and his chin was covered in bristly stubble now.
Most importantly, though, Danny, too was obviously hard in his pants. The bulge was big, way bigger than what Randy would have expected, even though he had never seen Danny's member hard before. The sight was mouth-watering.
Danny laughed and pressed his groin into Randy's, letting him feel the hardness.
"Yeah, I know what you want."
He opened his pants with his free hand and dropped them, revealing a huge member.
"Do you like what you see?"
Randy couldn't do much else than nod. The sight was just mesmerizing. He was still vaguely aware that they were open in public, on a road, but he couldn't help but stare at his friend's huge cock.
"Come on, give it a kiss."
Randy did as he was told and started to kneel down in front of his friend, but he was interrupted again by Danny's big hand that stopped him.
"But first...", Danny's voice sounded lower, more manly now, as he reached into Randy's pants and underpants and closed his hand around Randy's very stiff dick before he continued:
"I'll take this."
With that, he suddenly *yanked* at Randy's cock and balls, who was expecting the pain of a lifetime. Surprisingly enough, it didn't feel too bad. There was an odd pulling sensation for a moment, but it passed quickly. Even as Danny had retracted his arm, Randy could still feel his firm hand gripping his cock and balls - and he could *see* them, too: Danny was still holding them in his hand, detached from Randy's body.
"Ah, a perfect toy. This should keep you busy while I make use of your mouth."
The realization of what had happened was overwhelming, but it didn't stop Randy from feeling horny. It didn't help that Danny was idly playing with his detached cock, making him moan.
"Didn't you hear me? On. Your. Knees."
Randy was surprised, and even scared a little. How could Danny speak with such authority, like he was a superior man? Like he was... Randy's master.
As he finally went down on his knees, he looked up and was confronted with a different kind of surprise: Danny had been wearing blue jeans before, but now he was greeted by old and worn, and, most importantly, smelly, camo pants, held by a leather belt with a big metal buckle. The pants were open and his giant dick, still hard, hung out between the legs, resting on the heavy balls.
"Suck it." Danny said.
Randy did as he was told, putting his lips around the giant cock and started to suck. It felt more than weird, sucking another man's cock while having his own member detached and being slowly rubbed by the manly hands of his frie...
No, Danny was clearly superior to him now, much too superior to be a peer of his. He was his master, his owner perhaps. He was the one who held his cock in his hand, quite literally. The thought was thrilling for Randy, and he moaned out of pure pleasure.
Danny seemed to enjoy the blowjob as well, and, surprisingly, his cock grew even larger. With a low growl, Danny came in Randy's mouth. It was an incredible amount of cum, filling his mouth and making him gag.
"Good." Danny smirked and zipped up his pants. "And now you're gonna replace the car you crashed."
With these words, Randy found himself beginning to change. He fell to the ground and watched as both his hands and feet became larger, black and rubbery. There was no doubt: They were turning into... tires!
His whole body exploded in size, shredding his clothing as if they were made of paper. His skin turned hard and metallic and took on a bright yellow color. His body hollowed out and glass formed on the front, the sides and the back, as Randy, the human quickly became Randy, the car. And not just any car. He was becoming a brand new, modern, yellow jeep. His intestines turned into one of the most powerful engines you could own, while his mind underwent another transformation.
Randy's thoughts became clearer, simpler, more mechanical, as his mind was being absorbed into the on-board computer, effectively becoming nothing more than a subservient AI. With all his sensors, Randy noticed of course, as the rugged redneck, Dan the man, entered his interior and took a deep breath of Randy's new car smell.
"Alright, let's get going." Danny mumbled to no one in particular and inserted the key, which had been Randy's cock before, into the keyhole that had been Randy's mouth.
Immediately, Randy roared to life, and at the touch of his owner accelerated down the long country road.
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