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Pride month isn’t over yet, dude! Although your buddy here, his life might be. Yeah, that’s right, man, your homophobic friend here is now part of my Grand Axis swimwear collection for the summer. The magic I worked on him is irreversible, so I hope he can get used to this. Maybe he shouldn’t have called me the F-slur, I mean do you know who I am? Of course you probably don’t. Forget about your pal here, there’s nothing you can do for him now, unless of course you wanna join him as some of my personal briefs too. Could use some blue ones so I can have every color of the rainbow. No?

Yeah, bro, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this, but you haven’t been around. But while you’re here, our roommate, Tyler, was late on rent, so I went ahead and used my powers to turn him into my new tights. Rent’s gonna go up a little bit for you, since he’s unable to work for a living wage now. I want you to come over here, and lay $500 cash on my shiny lycra bulge, which is where Tyler’s face should be, get your face real close to my crotch, and talk to him a little bit about financial responsibility. Remind him that I run this house, and he should’ve done what he could to please me while he was still able to. Make my new tights really regret their new existence. He’s alive in there, living, breathing, hearing, tasting, smelling, he just can’t speak or move, obviously. And he’s like this for good. I don’t tolerate failures, or losers with their excuses. He’ll be reminded every time I wear him to the gym that I’m stronger and more driven and dedicated than he ever was in his waste of a life. Let this be a demonstration of how powerful I am. I’m the alpha of this house, and don’t you forget it. You obey me, or you end up like Tyler here.

Hahahaha wow, bro, you make a great pair of compression shorts! So tight and stretchy, with this comfortable thin material that used to be your body. Drinking up my sweat as I work out is like chugging water for you. You can say good bye to your old life, man, because this change is permanent now. As soon as you absorbed the first drop of sweat, you accepted your fate as my possession forever. I’m gonna wear you every day until you’re worn out, and then I’ll donate you to some thrift store and replace you with the next sorry sucker who makes the mistake of telling me he would let me do anything to him. Hahahahahaha

This is what you look like now. Just a pair of black gym tights, only feeling even remotely fulfilled when you’re being worn by a man, stretched out on his strong lower body muscles as he works up a sweat in you. It doesn’t matter who’s wearing you, in fact, since you’ve been transformed, when you were left in the gym locker room by that evil warlock, you’ve been publicly borrowed by several gymgoers and worked out in. You can’t see, you can only tell them apart by how different their leg shape stretches your new form, and the smell and taste of their gym stink. You serve no purpose but to be a communal pair of sweat-soaked gym tights, worn by many, washed by none, always ending up discarded in the locker rooms for another man to find and use. It’s going to be like this forever for you. Get used to it, tights.

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.

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...

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

Yeah, sorry, bro, but your boyfriend is mine, now. He’s just my grey Nike Pro tights to work out all day in. There’s no turning him back into the man you once knew. He’s just tights now. Don’t worry, he likes it like this. And if you pay me, maybe I’ll let you borrow him so you can still kiss him and cuddle him, maybe even wear him to feel close to him. His mouth is now this sort of pouch in the front of the tights that holds my package in place. You can make out with that, and taste my balls and foreskin, like your former boyfriend gets to do all day now. But you’re never getting him back to how he was. And hey, if you miss him that bad, o can make you into a pair of tights too.

Refueling for the big race. I bet this sucks for you, being my cycling suit, worn for miles and miles in the summer heat, filling up with sweat? Too bad, bro. Now I’m hydrating, so I can sweat even more, and you’ll have no choice but to drink it all up, like the thirsty spandex cycling suit you are. Where your mouth used to be is now the pads under my balls and ass, supporting me as my seat while I ride on and on. I bet my swass tastes good, huh? Get used to it, you’re stuck like this forever now.

Man, you feel good as my new singlet! You’re a little small for me, but it feels good how your new spandex body clings to my body. You’re tight, bro! And I bet you love the way my sweat tastes and smells, soaking into your spandex skin and former face on my crotch. You love it, huh? Well, whether you do or don’t, you’ll have to get used to it. I have a long day of outdoor wrestling matches in the hot August sun. You’re in for some sweaty fun, Spandex Boy. Hahaha!

Man, your boyfriend feels good as my new kit! I’m gonna send you pictures of me wearing him every single day, and I’m never going to change him back or even wash him. The man you once loved is now nothing more than my gear, my bibs, my jersey, my gloves, my helmet, my socks and shoes, even my sunglasses. Dude is in pieces, and they’re all mine. All addicted to my sweat now. This is his purpose. Even if I did change him back, he’d be so addicted to my sweat he’d be begging for more time spent as my gear. This is what he looks like now, and I’m never gonna let you forget it.

This is what you wanted, right? Will Smith inside of you? Hahaha guess you should’ve been more specific. Now you’re my nice white tights. How’s it feel? Oh right, you can’t answer that. Probably feels pretty good, being this close to me, huh? Just ran a 5k in Dubai in 100°F heat wearing you, I bet that tastes and smells good, huh? I know you still got all your senses, somehow. Well, I’m gonna wear you for the rest of the day, and then pack you up and forget about you for a while before I do another run or training workout in you. I think you’ll like your new life, little man.

You belong to Will Smith now!

Hope you like your new existence as my tight white shorts, fucker. You’re so tightly stretched on my massive ass, you’re see-through. What used to be your face is now thin, sheer, shiny spandex with my jockstrap showing through. You can taste and smell all of the sweat I’m working up, and trust, me, we’re just getting started here.

My neighbor always hated the color yellow. So naturally, when he discovered my secret ability to transform men into my clothing, and we started fighting about it, I made him into my yellow spandex gym shorts you see here! He’s still sentient and aware, and can taste and smell my sweat and my piss vividly. His only job now is to support my bulging balls and drink up my ass sweat during my intense workouts. Bet he wish he kept his mouth shut, because now he has no mouth, just sweaty yellow spandex tightly packed on my leaking cock. Well guess what, fucker? It’s leg day! And I plan on breaking an extra sweat, just for you, yellow boy! Hahaha

Bang!

That’s all it takes, with my new magic powers Coach granted me. Now you’re just a wresting singlet. There you go, bro, flop to the ground. You can’t move. One of us NC Wrestlers is gonna put you on, and all your strength will be soaked up through his sweat, leaving you worn out and used up over time. Accept your fate, there’s no changing you back.

I did it, Coach! I captured him, just like you told me to, and I even got him in the singlet! He was super willing to do what I said, Coach! Really submissive, just like you were looking for. See?

Good job, buddy. Why don’t you set your new teammate down, and we can see how well he follows orders? There you go. Flex for me, boy.

Wow… nice catch. He’ll make a wonderful asset to the team. Come here, boy, it’s time for your wrestling training: hours of jock brainwashing to really help bring you under my command.

Welcome to the team.

You’re looking for Logan, bro? He’s right here. Team Buffalo. Turned him into my new singlet. That’s what he gets for disrespecting Coach and the team. He’s got a good stretch to him. He’s still alive in this thing, too. He can hear us talking about him, he can see himself being filled out by me when I look in the mirror, he can see his face branded with the Buffalos logo, he can taste my sweat and smell my ass and balls. He probably feels pretty good, too, being made of stretchy spandex, on my body. I know that fag boy loves his new life, deep down. Don’t you, bro? Oop, just farted, eat that one up for me, Logan. Absorb that stink for me. Thanks, singlet, you’re much more useful this way.

You did say you liked the Nike logo, right? You got a little kink for it or whatever, used to get all hot and bothered when you’d see me wearing gear with the swoosh on it. That’s fuckin weird, bro, but who am I to judge? Now you get to be branded with that swoosh, bro, covered all over with it, as my new pair of underwear. When my dad taught me this spell to transform dudes into anything I want, he said you’d still be alive, just trapped as that thing forever. So what better thing to turn you into than my Nike undies?

Oop, farted a lil bit bro, my bad. Guess you got no choice but to suck that one down, since your face is just Nike swoosh covered fabric stretched out on my big ass now. Your nose is probably right there on the seam, and my balls are filling out where your mouth used to be. You love this.

If you don’t? Who cares. Your life as you know it is over, you’re just my underwear now, bro.

Yeah, bro, I did what I did. Your stupidass friends are trapped forever as my hat and tights and there’s nothing you can do about it. Who’s gonna believe you that a warlock used black magic to turn your friend into clothes? Trust me, they’re better off this way, anyway, bro. They get to drink my sweat, doesn’t take long for it to make them accept their place, and they start to love it. If these dudes could talk they’d be thanking me, and telling you they’re happy like this. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll make you into a new white compression shirt later.

Now move, I got a workout to finish.

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?