You were laying in your bed when you heard your apartment door open, I was your roommate stumbling in drunk. You didn’t think much of it and went to sleep. The next morning you woke up to find your roommate had transformed you into a pair of underwear while he was drunk. You laid on the floor for hours waiting and hoping he would remember and change you back. Your roommate walked in naked and looking for a clean pair of underwear to wear. He spotted a fresh pair lying on the ground and picked you up. You watch in horror as he pulls you up his legs and onto his crotch. His dick is now pressed against your face and there is nothing you can do. He finishes getting dressed and heads to the gym. He worked out for two hours drenching you in sweat and musk. You try again and again to get his attention and to escape from the sweaty hell but he doesn’t even notice. Your roommate heads home and you hope that this would mean that this hell is finally over. He gets home and lays in his bed. You keep praying that he will take you off soon but to your horror his dick starts getting hard and pushes against you. He rubs his dick through your form and you can’t help but shutter as you feel a bit of pre soak into you. He starts to masturbate; his 13 inch cock pushing against you. He strokes his dick faster and faster until he climaxes covering you in his cum. He finally takes you off and throws you in a pile of other dirty cloths and goes to sleep while you lay there covered in sweat and cum crying realizing this is your life now.

I decided to remake some of my old captions.

Clothing is more than just fashion

Upon entering the bustling city of Milan, Luke had anticipated a week of unforgettable experiences, art, and culture. He had planned everything down to the smallest detail, intending to make the most of his time in the fashion capital of Italy. As he checked into the hotel, the anticipation of exploring the city's hidden gems filled his heart with thrill and excitement. However, fate had other plans in store for him. As he stood at the hotel's reception, the attendant delivered grave news: the hotel had been unintentionally overbooked. His room was not available, and the only solution was to share a room with another guest. "But it's Milan Fashion Week, there's not a single spare room in the city," the attendant had explained with a sympathetic look. Left with no other choice, Luke was led to the room where he was to spend his stay, his initial excitement now overshadowed by a sense of apprehension. Upon entering, he found a man already there, standing by the window, his sleek silhouette adorned in fashionable attire.

"Ah, you must be Luke," the man greeted him with a warm smile. "I'm Giovane. Looks like we're roommates for the week." Luke took in the sight before him, a bit taken aback by the situation. "Nice to meet you," he replied, offering a courteous smile, but inside, uncertainty gnawed at him like a persistent little mouse. In the hours that followed, though, he found himself surprisingly at ease with Giovane. They embarked on impromptu dinner and engaging in conversation that flowed effortlessly. Giovane shared tales of his business ventures, his passion for fashion, and the city's hidden gems. Luke, in turn, regaled him with accounts of his academic pursuits and his wanderlust. Their camaraderie bloomed, erasing Luke's initial doubts about the living arrangement.

Returning to the hotel after a day filled with architectural wonders and delectable cuisine, Luke felt the weariness seep into his bones. "I'm utterly exhausted," he sighed, collapsing onto the bed. Giovane, noticing his fatigue, offered to give him a massage, a gesture that surprised Luke at first. Hesitant, but ultimately swayed by the promise of relief from the day's strain, Luke consented. As Giovane's skilled hands worked their magic, Luke's weariness melted away, replaced by a sense of relaxation he had not experienced in ages. "You have a remarkable touch," Luke murmured, his voice laced with approval. Giovane, taking advantage of the moment, shared his frustration about an impending business meeting that had unexpectedly been canceled. Luke, eager to lift his newfound friend's spirits, suggested they use the free time to explore more of Milan's treasures. "But you need a jacket," Luke pointed out, eyeing the chilly weather outside. Giovane turned to Luke with a warm smile and asked for his help with attire. Luke's mind raced as he pondered which of his own jackets would suit Giovane. The task at hand, however, took an unexpected turn, sending Luke's world spiraling into an inexplicable realm of bewilderment. As Giovane's massages continued, Luke's utter shock was followed by desperate pleas as he found his body gradually, inexplicably transforming into an item of clothing—a vivid orange bomber jacket. Panic rose within him as his consciousness became entwined with the fabric, leaving only his head intact, protruding from the collar. "What… what's happening?" Luke sputtered in a voice laced with fear, his eyes wide with disbelief. Giovane wore a smirk as he quipped, "You agreed to help with the jacket, Luke." Before Luke could protest further, a hand was pressed firmly over his mouth, muffling any outcry. The world around him blurred as he fought the inexplicable, bizarre metamorphosis that had befallen him, and his heart pounded in a frantic rhythm. And so, in a deeply confusing turn of events, Luke found his head had been transformed into orange boxer shorts. His astonished self was now reduced to a mere garment, silently witnessing the surreal development of an inexplicable phenomenon.

The next morning dawned with Luke, being donned by Giovane. The fabric wrapped snugly around Giovane sculpted physique, emanating a warmth that was foreign and perplexing to Luca. "We shall go sightseeing today," Giovane declared, adjusting the jacket on his shoulders. "Please, Giovane, change me back," Luke's voice echoed within the confines of his new form, a hint of desperation tingeing his words. Giovane, however, paid it no heed, proceeding to prepare for the day's endeavors. "We shall visit the Duomo di Milano. Such occasions call for the utmost elegance and style," he remarked, his fingers smoothing down the orange fabric as if to accentuate Luke's purpose as an accessory rather than an individual with desires—seen but seldom heard.

Throughout the day, as they ventured through the city's treasures, Luke struggled to grapple with the perplexing reality of his existence. At times, he felt grievously encumbered by Giovane's cavalier disregard for his bewilderment and distress. Yet, as the day progressed, an unforeseen transformation began to surge within him, fostering acceptance of his newfound purpose. The musky fragrance of sandalwood that clung to Giovane's being, once an alien presence, gradually wrapped around Luke, its calming scent possessing an inexplicable allure. "You rest nicely against my skin," Giovane murmured, the corner of his lips curling into a smug smirk. Despite himself, Luke found a strange sense of solace in Giovane's reassurance, a feeling that grew stronger with every passing moment. As the day transitioned into evening, Luke's erstwhile anxiety slowly waned, replaced by an unexpected sense of contentment. "Giovane, I…" Luke began, hesitating to voice the bewildering realization that was encapsulating his very being. Giovane arched a brow inquisitively, his dark eyes fixed upon Luke's form.

"Yes, my dear accessory?" he prompted, a faint edge of amusement threading through his tone. "It's peculiar, but I find myself… oddly comforted by this," Luke admitted, his own admission startling him. "Your scent, the way the fabric envelops your frame—it's… relaxing." "You find yourself at ease playing your role, as you should be," Giovane remarked, a shadow of possessiveness underlying his words. The following day began much in the same vein, with Giovane reaching for the familiar orange bomber jacket and boxer shorts that was once Luke. However, as he extended a hand toward it, a pleading note woven into Luca's voice fell upon the air. "Giovane, I implore you, please release me from this form. I am not your accessory," Luke entreated, the urgency palpable in his words. An exasperated sigh escaped Giovane, his patience wearing thin.

"You are mistaken, my dear accessory," he chided gently, his fingers curling around the collar of the jacket. As his touch grazed the fabric, a curious thing occurred—the tense knots in Luke's consciousness seemingly unraveled, replaced by an inexplicable calm. "It's alright, Luke. Embrace your purpose," Giovane murmured, yet the undercurrents of his words held a weight that eclipsed mere reassurance. Luke's countenance relaxed, a sense of tranquility pervading his essence as though it were written into the very fibers that enshrouded him. "You're right," he uttered, a glimmer of newfound understanding lingering in his voice. "My purpose is to look good and to keep you warm." A subtle tremor of compliance reverberated through his being, one that left no room for dissent as the awareness of his purpose blanketed his being.

From that moment onward, Luke embraced his existence unquestioningly, a veil of docility shrouding his every thought and action. When the time came to bid farewell to the enigmatic garment that was once Luke, an unforeseen transformation eclipsed the moment. As Giovane peeled the fabric from his form, an astonishing development unfolded, revealing a strikingly attractive young man in the place of the once inanimate accessory—a figure who bore no semblance to Luke in any form.

"Luke?" Giovane's astonished query hung in the air, his gaze fixated upon the unfamiliar countenance. The young man offered a serene smile, one that bore no trace of the uncertainty that must have once permeated Luke's being. "My name is Luca, and my purpose is to look good and be your accessory," he proclaimed, a blend of assurance and adulation resonating within his tranquil voice. It was then that the revelation unfurled—Giovane's involvement in the fashion industry, his influence as the proprietor of a modeling agency, became evident. Luca became an integral part of Giovane's world, his existence intertwined with a role that transcended that of a mere confidant. As Milan Fashion Week drew near, Luca's metamorphosis was soon unveiled, and the runway beckoned as his new domain.

Adorned in the splendid attire that Giovane provided, Luca graced the catwalks with an ethereal elegance, embodying an allure that captivated each onlooker. His presence commanded attention, standing as a testament to the seamless union of fashion and beauty.

Some days later Luca's consciousness skyrocketed and memories of his time as Luke flooded back. He struggled with an inexplicable desire that eclipsed the boundaries of his previous existence. “Giovane, I must confess – there is an unspoken desire in my entire being,” Luca murmured. "I knew that my inexplicable transformation into boxers filled me with a newfound longing that draws me inexorably to you, for the intoxicating scent of your essence and the longing desire to find comfort between your legs and suck your fluids."

"Giovane, your scent turned me gay and I want to smell you," Luca's husky whisper hung in the air, laden with an unspoken hunger. Giovane's lips curved into a knowing smile, a glint of unabashed allure shimmering within his gaze. "Then come closer, Luca. Indulge in the intoxicating fragrance of sandalwood that envelops me," he beckoned, the rasp of his voice weaving a beguiling melody that stirred Luca's every fiber. As Luca inhaled the heady fragrance that encased Giovane's form, an enigmatic fervor surged within him, igniting a primal yearning that seared through his being. Mere moments later, he found himself sinking to his knees before Giovane, a simmering hunger blazing within the depths of his gaze. Giovane's hand threaded through Luca's blond locks, guiding him steadfastly toward the pinnacle of sensation that awaited. " You look exquisite between my legs, Luca," Giovane's voice teased, a whisper interwoven with a potent undercurrent of desire. Giovane, whose enigmatic gaze danced on Luca's sculpted form, smiled as Luca eagerly sucked his cock. “Your purpose is to keep me warm in the most intimate way possible.”

This faggot wanted to suck his Bullie's dick...now he gets to worship it forever. What a lucky fag.

TF Gun 1: Underwear

Jason and Zach were just getting out of their college class, when Jason asked if Zach would like to come over, being that Zach had nothing to do he agreed he might as well go with Jason. While walking over to Jason’s house, Jason mentioned his dad supposedly got an experimental transformation gun locked up in his safe. Due to his father being a genetic researcher and booking into the ways of preservation with human consciousness intact. Zach was intrigued by this and asked, Jason do you think we can use it and see what happens? I know you gotta be curious. Jason stated, what do you think I was planning on doing, i want to use it on you what do you think of being my underwear. Zach began blushing, not expecting Jason to say such a thing. Jason then started saying, yeah you can be my underwear I’ll stretch you out a bit and wear you around, I bet you’ll make a really comfortable pair. I’m just curious what color you will be on m gotta make sure you match my outfits. Zach was beet red and told Jason, you want me to be underwear for you, why? Jason replied, well you have alway been there for me and I did not know how to tell you this but I’m moving out of my parents place and going out of town figured I will take you with me. Zach was having so many thoughts run through his head, but by the time he comprehended everything it was too late, as he was already inside Jason's room waiting while Jason went to grab the transformation gun from his dads safe. When Jason returned he came in immediately and blasted Zach with the gun, Zach instantly dropped to the floor a pair of black underwear in his place. 

Jason marveled at what he had just done looking at his friend who had turned into underwear. Jason immediately stripped down and put Zach on, wow you fit like a glove, I love how your fabric feels. Zach could only be heard when worn is what Jason soon discovered, as he heard his friend saying this is not the perspective I was prepared for Jason. Jason replied, well too bad I love the way you feel, you have to see yourself in the mirror as Jason goes to take a picture of his body in the mirror located in his room.

Yeah Zach this is going to work out perfectly you get to be with me now everywhere being my underwear, what do you think? Zach told Jason, I didn’t want this to be an arrangement to turn me back, you had your fun. Jason says, no I think you’re better this way and if you can’t  this guess you’ll just be a piece of clothing from now on, well I think you need some alone time, lets get some pants on, can’t go walking around in my underwear like some kid.

Well guess we’ll talk later, gonna leave you be for now.

Hope you all enjoy this story, it’s my first one ever so please leave comments, also likes and re-blogs are highly appreciated.

[Commission] Junpei's brand new speedo

Akihiko got hit with a transformation spell! He's not too happy, but Junpei's gonna keep him company in the meantime 🍑

I made this one for a friend last month and since they gave me permisson to share it, here it is! I hope you all like it~

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.