Your Boy His Back!

Your boy his back!

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This is what he looks like now. He shouldn’t have agreed to the terms and conditions if this isn’t what he wanted. We put him in the singlet and watched him empty out. We watched him watch himself hollow out, flatten out, effortlessly and painfully, and flopping to the ground as a limp and lifeless singlet, body absorbed into the spandex itself. He isn’t truly lifeless, though. He’s fully sentient with all 5 of his senses, but he can’t move. He’s nothing unless a wrestler is wearing him. That’s his purpose now, as a wrestling singlet after all. Only he’s not getting worn. He’s flat, pressed into this frame, put in display. He loves the denial of it. It’s almost like, without being put on, stretched across the rippling, sweating muscles of a hot jock, he’s being edged with no chance to cum. Patiently he waits, now, to be let out of the frame and slipped into by an atheñetic body. Only the moment may never come— he’s trapped, suspended and in display in this frame, forever.

"Your looking for your boyfriend Harry huh? Well we were playing a bit of basketball in the yard. Winner gets to turn the loser into whatever he wants. Your boyfriend lost. Huh? Your already huffing him huh? Well good thing you like him like this, I accidentally made it permanent"

This was Jakes boyfriend Harrys first time hearing he is permanently socks, and his boyfriend is huffing his damp fabric form. He knew he was fucked, permanently socks on his best friends rancid feet.

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 love transforming gay couples together. Neither of them gets left out when they’re forever turned into inanimate clothing, and they get to spend the rest of their days clinging to my ass, inside one another. It’s beautiful in a way. This gay couple tried to get me to be their “third”, and when I warned them I was a warlock, they were skeptical of my powers. So first I transformed the “top” between them. Cocky, sure-of-himself kind of guy, I humbled him by making him my thong. His arms are now strapped around my waist, with what used to be his dick now wedged up my muscle-butt, feeling like he’s stuck fucking me. His head and the rest of him is cupping my cock and balls now, of course. It’ll probably take him a little bit of time to get used to his new form, his new purpose, permanently strapped to my ass and junk, but I’m sure he’ll learn to love it. It probably feels pretty good for him. And then, of course, the bottom of the two, he was confused and upset when I transformed his boyfriend into a thong before his very eyes, but not for long. I transformed him next. Loud, flashy, flamboyant type of gay guy, it was kind of a no-brainer to turn him into these bright, showy, shiny purple tights. Pulled him on with no hesitation and snapped his spandex waistline with a loud smack on my ass. Now, his thong boyfriend is inside him, wrapped fully inside of his purple spandex skin. Like they’re cuddling impossibly close to eachother, both pressed against my ass. It’s a perfect fate for those pervy little homos. I’m not homophobic, but I just think they’re better off this way. They’re probably enjoying this. Now time to hit the muscle beach and show off for the ladies. Yeah, I’m not even gay, I don’t think wearing a thong and tights is gay at all, even if they’re secretly alive in there. They’re not men anymore. They’re clothing. My clothing. Forever. Get comfortable down there, boys, I’m wearing you every day!