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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.

A Quick Dip

When he first offered me the collar I was floored, it meant the world to me to feel that *Click* as the heavy lock and chain were put in place permanently. I was in heaven, and when he leaned down and growled into my ear "You're mine now, and forever", I melted.

My Owner was never without a few things; his favorite hat, his oldest pair of boots, wore the same jockstrap every workday and a can of Copenhagen Dip. When we first met, I had only enjoyed my pipes and cigars before, had dipped occasionally but didn't get that into it. That changed with him. Everyday he made sure I had this special mix of dip he got me, demanding that I constantly have my lip packed and would do a large number of check-ins throughout the day. After a month, it became second nature to me.

And then the cage came. He started out with a small flat cage that would press my dick up against my body, he'd have me wear it for hours at a time the first week, then whole days the 2nd and so on. At the end of the first month, my cock cage was a permanent fixture on me.

If you could see me just a few months ago compared to now, you couldn't even tell I was the same person. He forced me to bulk up and somehow made me grow a beard, something I was never able to do before meeting him. All of these changes scared me at first but he would pull me into his embrace and whisper into my ear again and I would melt and be His even deeper.

And here we are on the anniversary of my collaring. After the first few months, the changes slowed down and settled on what I look like today, a near exact copy of him. He had a surprise for me, I spent the whole day in anticipation and when I got home I was beyond joy. There he stood in his hat, boots and jockstrap. I ran up and we began to make out but I noticed he didn't have any dip in his lip and he just shushed me saying "Don't worry, I'll have a new can soon, and this one will be special and never run out."

After he said those words I felt dizzy and cold, when I looked up at him I saw that I was falling, while the world seemed to be getting bigger and bigger before I blacked out.

I awoke on the floor to seeing my Owner naked, my clothes and collar in a pile on the floor where I fell. I couldn't move, could only look forward at Him, smiling before he told me the truth. He has 4 boys. His oldest were his boots, followed by his jockstrap, hat and then me, his newest. He said that it's been so long that he'd forgotten their names, but that he treasures each of us, especially me, his new Dip can that he's made it to always be full of dip for him and proud to be His, forever.