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When they're sitting on your face after a long day just resting and doing some other stuff to relax, just sitting with your nose against their shithole or even better, your tounge in it, and they start to casually talk about how dirty their hole must be and why and describe to you very precisely everything they ate during the day, how gassy it made them and how they were holding it all in the whole day cause It's so nasty and what exacly is happening in their tummy, while all you can do is lay there, listen and blush and try not to whimper or do other embarrassing stuff, knowing they're about to start letting it out in no time.. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

False trust

When my stepbrother caught me sniffing his sweaty gym shoes, I thought I was done for. I figured he'd tell everyone and I'd never live it down. But instead of ratting me out, he came up with a wild idea.

"You're into feet, right? Like, you really dig the smell?" he asked. "Uh, yeah, pretty much," I admitted. "How about you become my shoes?" I was floored. I knew about those transformation guns from stories, but I never knew how to get one or use it. "You have a tf gun?" I asked, shocked. "Yep, and I'm in a hurry, got to hit the gym. So, what do you say?"

Before I could really think it through, he grabbed the gun, a gadget with a bunch of buttons and a small screen, and started pressing away. "It's tougher to change you completely, so let's just merge you with something. Go grab my gym shoes from my room," he instructed.

I knew exactly which ones—his white Nike Air VaporMax that he wore all the time for sports. If he wasn't wearing them, they were stashed in his gym bag in a plastic bag, marinating in sweat. After he busted me sniffing them, this was kind of a full-circle moment. Excited and a bit nervous, I fetched them.

"Okay, listen up," he said as I brought them over. "I'm going to fuse you with these shoes. You'll get to enjoy all the smells up close until I turn you back tomorrow. Cool?" I nodded, still in shock. He pointed the shoes at me and zapped me with the gun. In an instant, my body melded into the sneakers.

Immediately, the stench was overwhelming, way worse than any sniff I'd taken before. That's when he dropped another bomb. "Oops, looks like I cranked up your senses. And uh, I might've goofed the timer—set it for a year instead of a day. Hope you didn't have plans," he joked, not sounding sorry at all.

He picked me up, examining his handiwork. "Your face is now the insoles, limbs are the laces, and your torso's the rest of the shoe." As he twisted a shoe, it felt like I was being wrung out. "You'll survive, I guess. It's gonna be a hot summer, and you're gonna be my go-to pair," he smirked, tossing me to the floor. The impact sent a sharp pain through me. "Oh, and I fused your, balls with the bubbles on the bottom of my soles, so every step gives me an energy boost for my workouts. Tough break, but hey, you're part of the shoe now!"

With that, he slipped me on, and every step was agony. He toyed with me for a few minutes (see the link above), shifting his weight, then grabbed his gym bag. "Don't expect much chat until I switch you back. But, you're pretty comfy, might keep you this way," he laughed, heading out to the gym.

You were laying in your bed when you heard your apartment door open, I was your roommate stumbling in drunk. You didn’t think much of it and went to sleep. The next morning you woke up to find your roommate had transformed you into a pair of underwear while he was drunk. You laid on the floor for hours waiting and hoping he would remember and change you back. Your roommate walked in naked and looking for a clean pair of underwear to wear. He spotted a fresh pair lying on the ground and picked you up. You watch in horror as he pulls you up his legs and onto his crotch. His dick is now pressed against your face and there is nothing you can do. He finishes getting dressed and heads to the gym. He worked out for two hours drenching you in sweat and musk. You try again and again to get his attention and to escape from the sweaty hell but he doesn’t even notice. Your roommate heads home and you hope that this would mean that this hell is finally over. He gets home and lays in his bed. You keep praying that he will take you off soon but to your horror his dick starts getting hard and pushes against you. He rubs his dick through your form and you can’t help but shutter as you feel a bit of pre soak into you. He starts to masturbate; his 13 inch cock pushing against you. He strokes his dick faster and faster until he climaxes covering you in his cum. He finally takes you off and throws you in a pile of other dirty cloths and goes to sleep while you lay there covered in sweat and cum crying realizing this is your life now.

REBLOG IF YOU PREFER THE SCENT AND TASTE OF A GUY'S ASS AT THE END OF THE DAY OR AFTER A GOOD WORKOUT, OVER A FRESHLY SHOWERED ASS.

im under a rim chair while daddy slowly lets out his farts as i lap at his asshole, forcing me to smell every one telling me he just cant help it. he needs me to be good for him and breathe him in. then he starts to tell me he’s been constipated for days and my licking is finally making him feel like he can shit, he has to let it out it’ll feel so good and relaxing to finally get it out. so he begs me to forgive him while he starts pushing. a thick log starts to appear and im chained to the chair with nowhere to go. slowly he pushes his thick shit out, straining and grunting and moaning as it finally makes its way out. apologizing the whole time while telling me how amazing it feels. how much he needed this. farts escape around the shit as it falls on my face and then the floor next to me, i cough and gag desperately trying to get fresh air, borderline passing out from the shock and the smell. daddy keeps pushing his shit out until he’s all done and there is shit on my face and his logs surrounding my head. he sits there and tells me im lucky he doesnt have me clean him up this time, and that it felt so good this was the first time of many. he calls me his toilet, gets up and spits on me before letting me go so he can give me a bath.

You were at the beach with some friends from school. You were laying in the sand, tanning, when a man caught your eye. The muscled, tattooed behemoth was walking down the beach, his tight white speedo riding into his deep bubble butt. As he walked to the water his enormous cheeks jiggled and bounced. You began drooling as you fantasied about feeling the gigantic ass and the man attached to it, your pants tenting. Your friends noticed and began to tease you about it. You ignored them and after a fee hours you decided to take a nap under an umbrella.

You didn’t notice your buddies leave the area to talk to the man, or see them slip him a fifty. The only thing you noticed is that when you woke up, you were buried up to your neck in sand. And that the man was walking over to you while your friends sat and watched in glee. The man grinned at you, and wordlessly turned around, shaking his ass over your face and giving you a nice view,

“You know, this is a great spot to tan,” he said, feigning ignorance, “i think ill sit here.” And as his beautiful butt desended onto your face your friends started hollering and laughing their asses off. You felt his wet cheeks press over your face, the weight of them smothering you as you breathed in the salty musk from a combonation of his taint and the ocean. He rubbed in, your face completely hudden from view as he relaxed onto your face, shifting every so often so you could breathe.

Jokes on them, you think, they left enough space in the hole for you to jack off,

Jokes on you, the man thinks, hes been holding in his farts all afternoon

(Happy four years everyone)

Eros

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Damien caught his brother smelling his feet. He figured if he liked them so much he should be as close to them as possible. Of course the transformation is permanent but he wont mind. The life of his socks is great, they love serving his feet, taking in their musk and sweat all day and night, its pure bliss for them getting to be wrapped around such powerful feet. Just ask Damien's ex...or whats left of him anyways.

Oops!!

“Oops, I dropped my pen.” , hunter says as he purposely drops his pen to the ground while keeping your gaze. Hunter is a notorious gas bag that loves to play pranks and jokes using his well defined ass and rancid gas. Hunter began to bend down displaying his huge ass, a size that could only be accomplished by a combination of hard work and genetics. My view eclipsed by his cheeks and he continued to bend down looking for his pen. Then, a loud torrent of gas exits his ass along with a vile smell. My eyes water and a cough at the smell of burning garbage as he kept searching for his pen. A minute passes as he continues to rip the same fart that has my nose hairs burning from the scent. “Did you find it yet?” I manage to get out between the coughs as I look down at Hunter wondering what’s taking so long.I look down at Hunter that he is already holding the pen in his hand with a look of pure relief on his face. “Yeah almost got it” he says as the gas momentarily stops. “Hold on I have to reach for it.” Hunter says then you hear a grunt as the loudest fart you’ve ever heard hit you right in the face. You cover your nose as you began to dry heave from taking that nuclear bomb to the face. “Ahh got it, what’s got you all messed up?” Hunter asks with a sly smile.