I Can Always Bring All My Gang With Myself. Guys Loves When I Transform Them Into Various Articles Of

I can always bring all my gang with myself. Guys loves when I transform them into various articles of clothing and hide them from outer world. We are able to save a lot of money at tickets to cinema (when I change them into bracelets and rings), planes (usually they spent a time as my wardrobe), aqua parks (when we pass guards making my friends into flip-flops and shorts).

Today we are going to the high society club. Richard suggested to change them into sneakers and socks, pass security and change them back. Well. Here we are...

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Next morning

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Damn. I hate hangovers. Why did I drunk so much? Ohhh. My head is gonna explode now. I drunk some pill and stopped before the pair of sneakers and socks, folded on it.

Something familiar. Where did these come from? Maybe my brother left them here? Better get it into wash.

Pesky brother

I like to search pictures which may be used in one story. So here are bunch of photos of one swimsuit model which I found at AliExpress (in customers reviews) and Tumblr.

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One day two brothers bought a Chronovac 4.0. They experimented with it for fun until Kyle, oldest brother was invited to the corporate pool party. He want to impress his colleagues and needed to perfect swimsuit. Time before the party is up and his brother was home. So why not to capitalize it?

Poor Gabriel lay on the sofa in living room when Kyle fired him with a ray.

Gabriel was transformed into very nice pair of speedos which Kyle saw at AliExpress. His yells were mute for others and Kyle got a perfect suit. He would like to transform his brother back later.

He carefully examined his acquisition. There are was a bulge cup in a mesh pouch.

"Nice look Gabriel. You make a very cool swimsuit. I owe you a favor. Oh! I am in a rush!" Kyle undressed to his birthday suit and pulled up his former brother now speedos. He was covered in a film of sweat and was eager to go.

Gabriel cupped his ass and junk very nicely. Kyle was ready to go. He put on tight jeans and plunged speedos in darkness.

Later that day Kyle had a lot of fun time at the party. He was very pleased with his swimsuit. He totally forgot about his brother. More and more he drunk, more and more he forgot.

Kyle came home drunk, changed clothes and throwed his damp speedos in the bin. Next day speedos were washed by their mother while Kyle slept. It was a big wash because brother's parents are going to the vacation tonight. They washed all holiday outfits including swimsuits.

After all day on the sun, Gabriel was packed in suitcase by his own mother. Parents said goodbye to Kyle and left. They want to call Gabriel later unaware that younger son fly with them.

Father loved his new speedos. He wear them every day during all three weeks....

Brad secretly had a crush on one of his co-workers, Craig. He was cool friends with him at work. He wanted to flirt with him till he saw pictures of him and his girlfriend together. Once again he had a crush on a straight dude. But it didn't stop him from at least fantasizing about his co-worker. He did want to spend more time with outside of work, but was worried that Craig would sense that he had a crush on him. So, he really didn't bother hanging out with him outside the job.

One night, Brad went to sleep dreaming about Craig. It was a rather sexually erotic dream about him. He woke up the next morning, not feeling able to move his body. He started to panic when he felt his body was split in half. He tried to call for help, only to see he couldn't make a sound. His vision was slightly different as he couldn't see much from his point of view. He didn't know what happened to him or where he was. He tried to calm himself down till he could figure out what his current situation was.

"Baby, where did these new Fubu shoes come from? They weren't in our room yesterday." Craig spoke picking up the shoes off the floor to examine them in his hands.

Brad heard a familiar voice. He quickly recognized it as Craig's voice. The mention of Fubu meant that he was a pair of sneakers. This was a nightmare. He was footwear. He didn't know how he became footwear, but he didn't want to be. He did want to hangout with Craig, but not to be worn on foot.

"And it's my shoe size. It looks comfortable. I am going to see how it fits on my feet." Craig told his girlfriend as he proceeded to put them on his bare feet.

Brad was screaming for Craig not to do that, but of course, he couldn't make a sound. He couldn't run or get away from what was about to happen to him. As he was placed on the floor, he saw in his vision a bare foot coming towards his face. The thought now frightened him. The reason why his perception was limited was because his face was the insoles inside the sneakers. He knew the fate of insoles. He made insoles conform to his feet to add comfort to wearing shoes. Now, his face was about to go through the same treatment he did to his own shoes. His face was mercilessly crushed under Craig's feet without a care. The worst was that it was bare feet. He could smell the feet so strongly. Next, Craig was jumping up and down in him and walking around the room. He step brought on a wave a fresh foot odor. He could feel his face slowly begin to conform to Craig's feet. Craig's feet owning him with each step.

"These shoes are awesome. Are you sure you didn't get them for me?" Craig asked as his girlfriend approached and kissed him. "Nope, I don't know how they got in our room." She responded back.

"Oh well, they are mine now. I could use a good pair of shoes to wear to the gym and on my runs. They seem really durable too, and so comfortable. Feel like I am stepping on clouds, even when I jump up and down in them." Craig paused as wiggled his toes over the comfortable insoles. "Definitely keeping this pair in good condition. I want them to last me a long time of wearing." He finished as he continued to walk around and break in his new shoes using his bare feet.

Brad heard every word that was said. He didn't know how he ended up this way, but he had to find how, some way. He didn't want to be Craig's shoes the rest of his life. But for now, he was trapped. The thought of Craig working out wearing him threw his mind in mental chaos. He cried as there was nothing he could do but watch his coworker use and abuse him all the while, not knowing how he was torturing another human being under his feet without mercy.

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