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If you ask me, your old pal here makes a much better compression shirt than a fan. Much less talkative and annoying this way. I’m pretty sure he’ll adjust to his new life as my sweat-wicking shirt I wear for every game and never wash. But, I’ll make you a deal: if you really want me to have Coach reverse the transformation, turn your buddy back into a human, you’re gonna have to replace him yourself. Promise I’ll take good care of you as my tight undershirt. What do you say?

This is you now. This is what happens when you try to cruise at the store with a cockvore pred. How easily you fell into his trap, behind the shelves in a quiet part of this Costco where the man knew was a blind spot for the cameras. Willingly getting down on your knees on the hard floor for this mysterious stranger without even exchanging any words. You looked up at this buff middle aged man, and locked eyes, and saw that there was something so wicked in them, but before you could even think twice about it, his monster cock revealed its true form, swallowed you into his monstrous scrotum, and now you’re being digested by his massive testicles.

Melting in this sack, an almost reverse-birth, makes you feel so euphoric that you climax, except you’re already mostly liquid, so your entire body is what ejaculates, and your transformation is complete, instantly. The pred that has just inflicted this humiliating fate on you gets himself off right there in the store, and you ooze out into a massive white puddle on the slick floor. He grunts and sniffs, zips up his pants, and without even thanking you for your sacrifice walks away whistling like nothing happened, on his way to go buy some beef in bulk. You’re left there, a pool of warm but rapidly cooling goo, feeling the sperm cells that make up your body wriggling and jiggling within all of you. You’re motionless and helpless, and soon to be lifeless, but you’re actually grateful for this experience. It feels good to have had this happen to you. You even think you deserve it. As minutes pass, your color fades from bright white to a milky translucent film, until you hear someone call cleanup on aisle 11, and a dorky underpaid young custodian mops away your liquified remains and erases you forever.

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.

You looking for your buddy John? Here he is. Yup, turned John into my new singlet, how appropriate that it’s a Saint John’s singlet, too, huh? Hahahaha you should see the look on your face, now, bro. How could such a nerd look so dumb? I guess you didn’t expect the “dumbest and stinkiest guy on the team,” in your words, to be a warlock, huh? Hahahaha well you can thank Coach for my powers. He gave ‘em to me. Oh, yeah, no, bud, no shot at seeing Johnny boy as a human again. I don’t even know how to reverse the spell. He’s my sweaty singlet forever now. Just feel lucky it’s not you. Actually, maybe I should turn you into one, too. You were the one talking shit to John, after all. Wanna be a singlet and get stupid on my stink too, bro? Hahahaha

Fitting end for that homophobic douchebag Steven, being transformed into Kevin’s colorful speedo. During the magical transformation process, Steven’s anatomical structure was altered drastically. Every part of his body, now turned into this stretchy lycra material, is now rearranged in a way. His arms and legs have been turned into pink, orange, yellow stripes wrapping around the swimsuit, where his hands used to be now permanently gripping twink buttcheeks, as long as he’s being worn, and his trunk and ass have mostly been relocated to the front of the swimsuit, completely filled up by dick whenever he’s being used by his new owner. Worst of all for Steven, is that his full face is now on the ass of Kevin’s speedo. This picture is just what he looks like now. No longer a man, no longer anything when he’s not being worn, only represented as tightly stretched across this gay man’s nice butt, shown off at the beach or by the pool. Never again will Steven spout another homophobic slur, as what once was his mouth is now the part of the Speedo specifically placed on the butthole part, so he can kiss Kevin’s ass permanently. This is his life now:

What do you need a head for? You weren’t using it, anyway. Trying to shoplift a whole T-shirt at the mall was a stupid move. Now you’ve found out what happens to thieves at this store. You’ve been transformed into a mannequin, unable to move or speak, unable to do anything at all, really, except model the very shirt that got you into this situation. Was it worth it? Rhetorical—- mannequins can’t answer questions anyway. Just stand there, headless and plastic, displaying that swoosh. That’s all you’re good for now.

Stop fuckin trying to move, dude. You’re making this harder on yourself. I’m not changing you back. You better learn to be a comfortable pair of underwear for me, or I’ll donate you to the Good Will. That’s what I thought. Good Nikes. Relax. Man, I didn’t know when I did that transformation spell on you, you’d still have some fight in you. But that’s over now. You’re gonna accept your place as my new gym underwear, and I’m sure my ballsweat and my jock farts will cloud what’s left of your little mind in there that you won’t even realize what you’ve become. I’m gonna wear you until you’re stretched out and stained beyond use. You’re mind now.

Hey, come on, man, it can’t be that bad being my singlet. I even showered today so I wouldn’t stink too bad for you. Coach said you’d still be able to smell and taste and all that shit… I guess now that I’m working up a sweat it doesn’t make much of a difference huh… but Coach knows best, bro, and he said it would be better for the team if you were the singlet and I was the one getting the action. This way, I’m wrestling with the strength of both of us, by taking your power through my skin. I don’t know how it works, or when you’ll be changed back, or if you’ll ever be changed back. But there’s no use being upset about it. At least you still get to have a face, as the Indiana Tech Warriors logo, right? You look kind of cool. Most guys whose coaches do this to them just have flat spandex where their face should be. It is kind of weird that he made your hands the shield, which is right on my dick… I know, I know, I’m getting a half-chub… that’s not my fault, bro. It’s not gay. It’s wrestling, you know how it is, with the friction on it in these singlets. Anyway, I hope you’re not mad at me, and that you get used to being my wrestling singlet, bro. I gotta get back out there.

There he is, right where we want him, hahahaha

Fell right into our trap, huh, gayboy? Hahaha

Came looking for sweaty singlets to sniff, and looks like you found one, now you’re all fucked up from inhaling some of our special jock-musk, hahahahaha…

Look at him, he’s in piggy paradise, so dizzy, looking so dumb. You’re not going anywhere, buddy.

Hahahahahahahaha what a loser!

Here’s what’s gonna happen, fag, you’re gonna get turned into a new singlet for the team. Yup, that’s right, all of our singlets used to be some loser like you, who’s now helplessly trapped as a stinky spandex singlet on a sweaty wrestler, and giving us power on the mat through, what’d Coach call it? Osmosis.

As you can see, we pick the design, and Coach makes it happen, with his special technology.

Now, what color and design do we want for you? Hmmm…

One of my wrestlers, Kyle, loves his new singlet. He should, it used to be his buddy Trevor. I transformed Trevor with my special singlet machine I keep in the hidden lair behind my office, about a week ago. Kyle’s been wearing him damn near every day since. He dominates on the mat, wearing the still-conscious singlet that used to be his friend before they had that fight. The more Kyle sweats in the singlet, the more Trevor’s mind gives in to being worn by his new master, and eventually what’s left of his mind will be totally broken in. If we ever wash the singlet, of course, Trevor’s essence will be completely removed from the spandex, and it’ll just be a regular singlet. So, I don’t think Kyle ever wants to wash it.

After every match, Kyle likes to pull down the straps, folding Trevor in on himself in probably an uncomfortable way for him. I think he does this to assert dominance, my boys have all been programmed with an attitude for aggression to make them great wrestlers. While sweating in the singlet makes it more submissive to him, it also makes Kyle more dominant over his singlet, and over his wrestling opponents.

After practice or a long and sweaty match, Kyle usually puts his sweats back on, right over the damp singlet, sealing his old pal Trevor in a hot second layer, turning up the sweat and submission for his subordinate singlet.

This is you now, bro. Skin-tight bike shorts stretched across your roommate’s huge, sweaty, muscular ass. You look great on me. I told you if you lost the bet, I’d use my powers to turn you into anything I want for a week. You didn’t believe me, well here you are. You can still see, don’t ask me how that works without eyes, but you gotta admit my butt looks good filling out what shoild be your whole face and head, right, butthead? Hahaha if only fart right now, you’d be so fucked. Yeah, you still have all your other senses too. That’s how the magic works, bro. I’m gonna keep you like this for a week, and boy am I gonna get some good use out of you. You’re not just for cycling, oh no… I’m gonna run around campus in you, really show you off, really show off my big butt in you. I might even wear you to class! Don’t feel embarrassed at everyone staring at you, bro, they’re not looking at you. They’re looking at the ass your face is stretched out on, or the big bulge in the front that’s stretching out what’s supposed to be your ass. Hope it feels good being my shorts. Maybe I won’t ever change you back.

We’ll have to see.

Pride Month may be over, but not for you. You’re gonna represent the pride flag forever. In fact, you are the pride flag now. You really shouldn’t have said all that homophobic stuff to me. Now you’re cursed to be my bright, colorful, sexy rainbow speedo for the rest of your life. I wore you to the club last night, with matching chaps to show you off, I danced all night, sweating into what used to be your face, now just pride flag fabric stretched across my ass. Dicks grinding on my ass, smothering you. Hunky daddies slapping my ass is like a slap in the face to you. You’re mine now. I guess maybe you should’ve realized I was a warlock before calling me all those slurs. Us gays are more powerful than you think.

Must be quite a trip, looking up at your own body while you melt, motionless, in a form you could never comprehend would be possible to end up in. You must be so confused. Probably already forgot what literally just happened to you. You can’t really think much, now that your mind is liquid, just like all of you is now. Let me put it into terms what’s left of you can understand. I used my powers to absorb into your body, and quickly rubbed one out, splooging over the edge of the bibs you’d been wearing, and in that load of jizz was all of the information that made you, you. I just ejaculated you out of your own body. You’re just a puddle of rapidly cooling semen on the floor now. You gotta admit, your body looks good from this angle, huh? Yeah, that’s why I stole it from you, loser. There’s only room in this vessel for one of us. So now I’m gonna step on the glob you’ve become, with your own foot in your own shoes, push you into this shower drain over here, and assume your place in the race, and in the world as a whole. I’m the new you. You’re just a wad of discarded cyclist cum. Bye, loser!

*SPLLLOOORCH*

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.

I guess, in terms of what I’m capable of doing to you with my magic powers, the only fate more humiliating than being turned into a grown man’s swim briefs is being turned into a grown man’s SpongeBob SquarePants swim briefs. You look so stupid now, tight yellow swimsuit stretched taught on my hairy, summer sweat soaked ass. What once was your face is now permanently SpongeBob’s face, right on my big butt, and you don’t look too happy about it. You’re stuck like this, now and forever. I’m gonna get as much wear out of you as I can, my SpongeBob Speedo.

Are you’re ready?

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!

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

Of course he stinks, I’ve been wearing him as undies for this longass road trip… and to be honest, he didn’t exactly smell great before I turned him into my Calvin’s, either. And too bad for bro, he’s stuck like this forever now— worn by me all the time, sucking up my farts and drinking up my swass. He’s not human anymore. Just these bright blue draws for me to look good in.

Bro, come on, smile! Don’t you realize how lucky you are? Not only are we giving you the experience of becoming an Olympic athlete’s own speedo, we’re letting you choose which swimmer gets to own you! You should be happy! Now pick.

Hahaha here, let’s look in this mirror, bro, so you can see your new form. The guy that taught me this magic spell to transform people into any object I want, told me you’d still be able to see, even with no eyes, and you see in 360° now! How cool is that? I don’t know if your dumbass has noticed yet, bro, but you’re not my tights. These are the first guy I used the spell on. You’re the second. You’re not my tights, you’re the exercise ball I’m sitting on! Hahaha how’s that feel, you bouncy inflated dumbass? Good? I bet. This is your life now, this is your purpose. My big, shiny blue ball to bounce my sweaty ass on and do my core workouts with. And you belong to everyone at this gym now, but I’m gonna make sure I choose you every time. Get used to being a ball!