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No, I don’t think it’s bad that Coach turns fans into the Dolphins’ pants! Not at all. When we put on these pants, we get all the strength of the dude the pants used to be, and they’re usually big strong men who are willing to be turned into some football pants and absorbed by us! Our legs and asses soak up all their muscle and bone strength right through the pants as soon as they get sweaty. Coach knows what’s best, and he’ll do anything to make us stronger. That’s why we listen to him in our helmets all day and do what he says. And these pants, these guys? They know they’re helping their favorite team get even better, so who cares if we’re basically killing them? Football is sacrifice, bro. Anyway, I gotta get back in the game. Coach sees me talking to you, he’s gonna turn you into my pants too!

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Sam is my 3rd and favorite dude I’ve used my powers on. I can not only turn a man into my tights, but also turn into the man upon putting him on. All I have to do is put on the tights I just turned him into, and sweat heavily, and I absorb his essence through my legs and take on his appearance. I usually break a sweat by running all day in the summer, but it’s faster to just hit up the sauna for like 15 minutes. And what do you know, man? I look just like your son Sam now. I’ve completely taken him over. And his soul is still alive in my sweaty tights. Smell that, daddy? Cedar wood, testosterone, and domination. You’re next to taste my sweat.

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Yeah, bro, it’s me, the “dealer” your friend of a friend of a friend had you meet up in the underpass with. I’m not gonna sell you drugs, though. I’m gonna sell YOU. What do I mean by that? Hey, bro, don’t worry about all that. Relax, let my looks disarm you, and let me come a little closer so you can smell my special cologne. That’s right, get really submissive for me, and chill out as I start to work my magic on you. Get on your knees, eye level with my Calvins and what’s in them, and relax as I start to transform you. I’m gonna turn you into clothes, you see. This underwear used to be someone, just like you. I think you’d look good as a t-shirt. That’s what I’m a dealer of, and to high-paying customers who know exactly how I get these clothes. You’re gonna be worn by a hot rich guy, like me, and you’ll think it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you. I can see if in your eyes that you’re already accepting your fate, with my looks and pheromones possessing you to be docile and ready for transformation. Alright… *snap* it’s over for you now. Flop at my feet, completely fabric and ready to be sold, bought, and worn by a happy handsome man.

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You know what? I think I did the right thing, turning you into my new compression shorts , Jim. I didn’t wanna have to keep paying you to be my personal trainer, just for you to act like a total prick at the gym and also try to hit on me while spotting me. I told you I don’t swing that way, bro. And you could argue that it’s kind gay that I’m wearing you as my underwear, but I don’t think it is. I’m just dominating you in a way you never could have imagined, man. I’ve had this power for a while, turning people into objects and then absorbing my favorite characteristics of them, eating their energy for my own gain. I’ve never turned a man into something as comfortable as these shorts, though. And now my powers have allowed me to absorb all your muscle, putting on hella ass mass, too, it looks like. Remember when you told me I’d have to do ten thousand squats to get an ass like yours? Not so, Jimbo. You look great with what used to be your face stretched out on my nice ass, and what used to be your ass being packed by my big dick. Again, not gay, but I’m gonna work up a hell of a sweat in you to show you who’s boss now. This is your life now.

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All of my workout gear used to be human, before I transformed them. These shoes were my roommate Sean who I had a falling out with, he was always complaining about the smell of my feet after the gym, so I thought it would be funny to turn him into my new gym shoes, and now he can’t get away from the smell, ever. These tights were my cousin Troy, who said it was “gay and feminine” for men to were tights to the gym. Now he’s my tights, and I’d say I look pretty masculine in him. Just turned some random dude from the bar who thought he was tough, into my tank top. Lookin pretty tough, bud— on me. I’m about to go work out hard, it’s leg day. Hundreds of squats and buckets of sweat await. Get ready, boys, and get used to it, since you’re just my sweaty workout clothes forever now.

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It’s hilarious to me, you guys. I turned my stepson Jake into this cycling bib a week ago and I ride with it on every day now, and he and I have developed some sort of telepathic bond from this exchange of power. I can hear his thoughts, which is crazy, because I didn’t know inanimate objects could have thoughts. I guess when you bind a person’s soul to your favorite piece of clothing with this old magic my grandpa taught me, anything is possible. He still has all his senses, too. He can see the tracks we ride, hear us laughing about his humiliating punishment, he can smell and taste all the sweat I work up on our rides together, and he can feel what it’s like to be spandex wrapped tightly around my awesome body, muscles he could never have, because he’s a lazy ass.

Right now, he’s begging me to turn him back, my sweaty balls in this crotchpad are exactly where his face should be. Every time I sit down on the bike seat, it’s like popping a squat right on his mouth and nose in my hot and sweaty spandex gear. You know what though, Jake? Pipe down, down there. I told you you’d be this way until Sunday, if I’m in the mood to change you back.

Guys, this is so funny, he’s so mad. Maybe I should do this more often. He’s gonna be smelling like my ass and balls for weeks, even after I turn him back, because the spandex, his skin, has soaked up so much. That’s right, Jake, get used to your stepdad’s musk, hahahaha.

Alright, boys, enough chitchat. Let’s ride another 10 miles. Jake says he’s thirsty.

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Ken had a healthy relationship with his big brother for a long time. They would talk and text each other just about every day without a break in the routine. Two weeks ago, Ken had stopped hearing from his big brother Harry. He texted each day for two weeks, and there was no response back. He called several times, but his brother's phone would go directly to voicemail each time. He really worried that something must have happened. It was unlike Harry to go this long without even one reply.

A few more days later, Ken received a text to his phone from a strange number he didn't recongized. He usually doesn't reply back to such text until the second message caught his attention. "Your brother was very good on my feet for the past two weeks, but it seem like he couldn't handle my feet for too long." A picture of a guy with a torn sock on the one foot came up next. He then recieved a text from Harry's phone after such a long time with the same picture as well.

Ken called Harry's phone, but it wasn't Harry answering it. "Listen, your brother kept wanting to worship my feet so much, so I gave him the perfect opportunity to do so by being my socks. Unfortunately, half of him didn't make a full month." He heard the guy laugh on the other end. "I am willing to give him back to you for a bid on my used socks if you want him back, otherwise I will trash your brother. Your choice." The guy hung up the phone abrutly afterwards.

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Another picture was texted to him from both numbers showing the same guy. Ken could place a bid to get his brother back, but only as a stinky pair of ruined whiter socks or let the guy just trash him away without single care. Ken knew what his only option was.

ONE WEEK LATER......

Ken received in the mail a package he was expecting. Inside was a dirty ruined pair of white socks in a Ziplock bag. The socks reeked of a strong foot odor. He quicks rezipped the bag. He felt bad for his big brother. He was unsure if all this was true, or rather he just paid for a normal pair of used up socks. Either way, he did get some satisfaction that in some sense he might have save his brother from being tossed away like trash.

Harry's mind was that of a dumb pair of socks. The guy's feet had totally crushed his spirit of ever being normal again. Each step had ingrained him that he was just a pair of socks. Even being jacked off in made him feel even more degraded as an object owned by another human being. After three weeks, he truly was just nothing, but a pair of socks totally destroyed by another man's foot.

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The transformation wizard told me to be careful what I wish for, but you know what? I don’t regret this change. I had him make me into Gable Steveson’s sentient singlet for a reason. I’m obsessed with the Olympian wrestler, and now I get to be worn by him, sweat in by him, and all my strength will be absorbed by him. Not that he needs any more of that. Gable is aware that his singlet is alive, and I think he likes the way I feel on him. I hope he does, at least. He’s a king, a champion, and he deserves to be comfortable on that mat. I still have all my senses, and I can still think. I just can’t talk anymore, but I was kind of a shy guy anyway. Gable’s big strong body feels amazing, stretching out my spandex skin with his muscles. His smells and tastes are indescribable, especially since, with the magic of the transformation, my senses now come from all over my body. I can also see and hear from every angle, without eyes, in a way that can’t really be explained. The roar of the crowd as Gable pins his latest opponent feels like a victory, even though I’m basically a lifeless gimp being worn and used. Gable snaps my straps and does his signature backflip, then rubs me with his strong hands, basically petting me, and my sweat-saturated fabric feels good so good for both of us. I love being his singlet. I’m not sure what’s gonna happen to me when the olympics are over, I hope he keeps me and keeps wearing me from time to time, but I don’t care. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

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Request Part 1C

Hi, I love your stories, and I was wondering if you could make a transformation story about socks and/or underwear based on these images here.

deviantart.com/sebleloot/art/Handsome-men-in-socks-1097214222

Ten minutes later, Alex saw the stranger walking out of the restroom just like before, all alone. Jason wasn't with him either. He could sense something wasn't right about the situation. Both of his friends had chatted with him and disappeared. He decided he needed to know where his friends went.

Alex walked over to the stranger. "Where are my friends?" He directly asked him without a single introduction. He had no intention of falling for whatever he did to Blake and Jason.

"Oh, they are somewhere." Tayon spoke looking at Alex's serious and angry look on his face. "I am sure they will turn up sooner or later." He added, smiling back.

"Cut the crap. Where are my friends? Both were last seen chatting with you and then they are gone." Alex demanded back. He wanted the guy to know he was serious. He didn't even bother to get his name.

"Okay, perhaps I know where your friends are, but I won't tell you here. We have to go somewhere else." Tayon spoke with a raised eyebrow.

Alex didn't know whether to trust him or not, but he was his only lead to where his friends are. "Okay, lead the way, but no funny business." He followed the guy outside and to his car. Once at his car, he was running out of patience. "Now where are they?" He demanded an answer from the guy.

Tayon pulled a pair of socks out of his pocket. "Right here." He held them in front of Alex, looking at this reaction to the strange truth.

Alex was confused and perplexed. The guy was holding up a pair of socks. There was no way possible his friends were a pair of socks. He saw the guy then show the toe end of the socks. One had Blake stitched in it and the other had Jason on it. The more he tried to refute what his eyes were seeing the more he couldn't believe the stranger did. "Is this permanent?" He asked still in slight disbelief about the pair of socks.

"No and yes. No, it's not permanent. I can change them back to normal if I please. Yet yes this is their permanent fate, because I have no intention of getting rid of such nice socks." Tayon put his socks back into his pocket. He looked directly at Alex. "But I could use special pair of boxers for my new pair of socks. You look like you would fit perfectly." He spoke, smiling devilishly at Alex.

Alex suddenly felt strange. He couldn't move or speak. He saw the world around him began to look larger in size including Tayon. He realized that he was shrinking rather than the world changing. He saw Tayon smiling down at him.

Tayon reached down and grabbed the underwear on the ground. He sniffed the fresh scent. He was pleased with the night. He went to the club to hang out and end up going home with new socks and underwear. He placed the underwear on the seat and drove home. He couldn't wait to try on his new socks and underwear.

Alex screamed for help, only for no one to hear his mental thoughts. He knew now that the socks he saw literally was his two friends. Whoever the guy was, he was now their owner. All three were his personal property and clothing.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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