Inanimatefan1 - Inanimate TF

Man, your boyfriend feels good as my new kit! I’m gonna send you pictures of me wearing him every single day, and I’m never going to change him back or even wash him. The man you once loved is now nothing more than my gear, my bibs, my jersey, my gloves, my helmet, my socks and shoes, even my sunglasses. Dude is in pieces, and they’re all mine. All addicted to my sweat now. This is his purpose. Even if I did change him back, he’d be so addicted to my sweat he’d be begging for more time spent as my gear. This is what he looks like now, and I’m never gonna let you forget it.

support the troops

I was surprised when Daniel slid into my dms on grindr. 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 needs to let of 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 couldnt 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 removed my dirty laundry and shoes. But Daniel didnt care. He tossed his bag to the floor and turned around. His eyes immediately wandering all over my body, but he didnt seem satisfied. With a low grunt, he ordered me to undress, and I did. It felt as weird as it was exciting. He even smelt good; musky, but good. His body tested the limit of his clothes. All those workouts paid off.

My dick was already hard, and my hole 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 to 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, hard, and I would have loved to touch him, lick him. Follow his hairy treasure trail with my tongue. But the look in his eyes told me not to. I wasnt supposed to even look at him like that. Disgusted, he ordered me to turn around, and lie down on my bed. And I did without questioning anything.

I heard his belt opening, and his tight pants slide down his thick thighs. His dick hit his skin a few times, accompanied by a low grunt. He must have felt good; 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 couldnt 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 didnt 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, so hard, and his throbbing cock made itself feel at home. Daniel growled like an animal. Like a bull, or a something even bigger, 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, a little at least. Daniels entire demeanor changed. He turned soft, like all of this pressure left his body. His wet cock left my body, making me moan loudly again. And when I turned around, I caught him fondling with it, lovingly.

Then, however, he asked me something, that changed my life forever. "You want to support our troops, right?" He said eagerly, teasingly, while getting dressed again. I enjoyed watching him tucking his member into his briefs, covering the package with his uniform pants. I didnt even notice him staring at me. But he just repeated his question, with his voice even deeper than before.

Our eyes met again, but his 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 wasnt 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, smelly and just by the looks of it, it hasnt been washed in ages. "This is for you." Daniel grinned, a spark of mischievous joy flashed in his eyes as he tossed those clothes at me.

Instinctevly, I catched them, and its smell was even worse. Was I meant to wash it? Or wear it? I didnt 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 didnt obey me anymore.

In fear, all I could do, was watch my hands, my 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 he lowered 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 couldnt fight it.

It didnt 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 as his sweaty uniform, I felt his hands enter me, 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 couldnt see him, I knew he was happy with me, which caused me to vibrate rhythmically. I wasnt 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 for 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, 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.

Look, I needed something to wear, and you two losers just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I tried to ask you some get-to-know-you questions, see if you had any important ambitions, hobbies, big goals… but you both couldn’t seem to come up with anything worthwhile, so I went ahead and decided to were good candidates to be transformed into my clothing. No one will miss you, and you’ll get much more out of life being trapped as my new shiny black tights and shiny black puffer coat. You two boys look fabulous. More than you ever did before, that’s for sure. Now get used to being stuck like this… at least you boys match, so I’ll wear you both and you can be together. Although later, I might hang you up, Jacket, and wear you to bed, all throughout the night, Tights. Hahahaha

I'd love if I could become a sweat towel for one of the studs at the gym and make me absorb his sweat as he works out and have him place me under his ass to really get the most sweat and even have him wipe me over his pits and feet.

You walked into the gym,and entered the locker room.There was only one other guy there,a hot,tall and muscular man in a tight blue tank.He had a annoyed look on his face.He walked over to you and asked “Hey,buddy,you got a spare towel? This place ran out”.You respond,letting him know you don’t.He is clearly frustrated at this point before looking down to you and smirking.”I guess you’ll do then…

Before you can respond,you feel yourself falling and pass out.When you come to,you see that man smiling down at you like a giant.You see his massive hand come to you as it grabs you.He slides you across his forehead,and you feel your whole body suck up his sweat,forced to taste the saltiness of it.You hear him let out a hearty laugh.”Fucking perfect”

He goes to the weight area and starts lifting,while you wait at his feet.After a while,he grabs you and shoves your cotton body into his sweaty and musky armpits,You cant help but suck up every last drip of salty goodness from his pits.He pats his pits with you until they are dry,He then goes on to rub you against his big musky balls.Your mind being corrupted into enjoying this and giving in to being a mans procession,only meant to serve.

Next,he goes to some weight machines.”My ass gets real nice and sweaty,so you get the honour of being under it” he says down to you through a dominating smile.He places you over the seat,before he sits on top of you and works his legs on the leg press.He does this for a long while,the whole time his sweat seeping through his shorts into you.When he finishes up,he picks you up and inspects you.By now,you’re fabric has changed from white to a off white-yellow colour from all the alpha sweat.Your mind has dumbed down,only wanting more sweat and to serve your master.”Sweet” he says “Just my dumb sweat rag now,aren’t you?” he says with a hearty laugh.He walks to the locker room,carrying his towel under his arm.He gets changed and puts his gear into his back,but before putting on his socks and shoes,he wipes you back and forth on his huge feet,getting bits of toejam,sweat and musk stuck on you.After that,he throws you into his gym bag,and zips it up.Leaving you in sweaty,musky darkness. 

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