Inanimatefan1 - Inanimate TF

I guess you had no way of knowing this would be your fate: transformed permanently into a young twink’s swimwear and worn by him all around the world while his wizard sugar daddy treats him to luxury vacations. Your face is now paralyzed into an agonized scream stretched out across his juicy ass, but inside, you’ll eventually start to feel better than your look suggests. It can’t be all bad, after all, being used, having a purpose, getting to support this boy who’s always had it better than you anyway. At least you get to see the world, even if it is from the point of view of his butt, always soaked in pool water. You’ll learn to love this new way of existing.

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(i love this moment in hearstopper)

Tom's workout

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Hugging His Wrist

Today I am a watch.

I had such a headache, so I did away with my head. To have my consciousness freed of the pains of a human body, I became a watch. My body is now so small and fragile, and the only organic component is my leather strap which loving hugs the wrist of the man I trust to look after my immobile form. I depend on this man for safety, to recharge my batteries, to ensure I change back, for comfort. It is an intimate feeling to be hugging his wrist with my whole body, along for the ride as he goes about his day.

Because I am a watch.

My mind is almost entirely dedicated to tracking a signal that tics and tocks in my circuits. I could have been an analogue watch, forged in delicate clockwork, or I could have been a digital watch, but I wanted to be as useful as possible for my closest friend. I am a smart watch. I can track his heartbeat. His pulse quickens when he wraps his hand around me, feeling me on his wrist, remembering that he is wearing a person, a person reduced to a small piece of time measuring equipment, a fashion accessory. Sometimes he pokes at my screen and smiles down at me, using me to check on certain things. I know him well, and sometimes show him exactly what he needs before he even knows what to look for.

I am a smart watch.

I feel vulnerable when he holds his wrist, wrapping his right hand around me on his left wrist, as his entire palm covers my face. I kind of like it. I almost overclock when he does it. It makes me skip a second. It is probably a nervous response he has - to hold his wrist like that - but it's me he is holding for comfort. He is fiddling with me to ease his nerves. I am his fidget toy. I am his. And I bring him comfort. The arrangement is mutual. I am comforted. I almost forget why I took this break, why I became a watch. Was it for me, or for him? I feel better than I have felt in weeks.

Today I am his watch.