See, Bro? Your Friend Here Doesnt Wanna Be Changed Back, Look How Happy He Looks As My Underwear. Do

See, bro? Your friend here doesn’t wanna be changed back, look how happy he looks as my underwear. Do you think this is the face of someone who regrets letting themselves be transformed into a man’s briefs? He looks so cute, doesn’t he? I’m keeping him like this. He can’t talk to you, but he can hear you, so if you want to say good bye to him before I put some pants on and cover him up, you can. Just talk to my butt. That’s where his face is now.

THE RUNNING SOCK

I was doing a jog in the bay walk. For some time I didn't go out to walk and this seemed like a good time. The sea was calm and the soothing sound of the waves mingled with the faltering squawk of seagulls.

I was totally focused on seeing the reflection of the city on the water when I heard a splashing sound and I felt my left foot fill with mud and dirty water.

"Damn ..."

I walked slowly towards a stone bench, feeling the mud get into my running shoes and dirtying all my sock. I was grateful that it had only been a shoe that had stepped on that puddle of mud. I put my left leg on my right thigh and make sure not to get my hands dirty, I took off my slipper while growling, reproaching myself for being so distracted. The shoe could be cleaned but the sock was dirty and wet. I made it a ball and threw it into a nearby trash can.

"Good shot." I heard a soft voice with an Irish accent say as he approached. The boy was tall, with a normal body, dark hair and eyes like the ocean.

"Thank you." I replied curtly. Not quite sure why that unknown person was talking to me. Maybe ... I moved my left foot toes, the warm midday air warmed the soles of my feet, sweaty from the jog.

"An accident?" The boy asked again. He did not seem to be very talkative but tried to make an effort to speak. I discovered his intentions in an instant.

"Shut up and kneel" I ordered him, he nodded and I put both feet on the ground. Raise my eyebrows and point my eyes to my bare foot. The boy lowered his torso and started kissing my toes ... I felt bad for what I was going to do to him, he seemed like a good boy.

I snapped my fingers of my left hand and saw the boy begin to change. The edges of his body began to turn white and look like cotton ... no, it was cotton. His arms and legs became empty as they began to unite with the merge of his body, his clothes were absorbed by his body and in the blink of an eye, I felt the last kiss and when I saw, a white cotton sock rested on my foot. I took it, feeling the boy's new skin squirm when he touched it, engulfed by the pleasure of his new cotton body.

I washed my shoe at a nearby water faucet and agreed to put on my new stocking. It felt comfortable around my foot, warm and absorbent. I stretched my stoes in the sock and felt a couple of tremors ... eventually he would get used to it.

I put on my shoe and started my walk again, feeling how my new sock hugged my foot with love while absorbing all the sweat and bad smell from my foot

You think I care that these tights used to be your boyfriend? I don’t. Matter of fact, it actually makes me horny, knowing he’s trapped forever as my sweaty workout gear, helpless, showing off my awesome legs and big cock as I wear him out in public ever other day. Believe it or not, he chose this. And if you want, I can turn you into a compression shirt, maybe even some compression shorts, and you can join him? If not, shut the fuck up and accept that he’s my property now. It’s up to you, bro, I won’t force it. I really could use some new gear though...

Go for a Drive

Another piece of the commission I created.