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tparker48 · 7 months

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Request for Ayosus

After falling victim to a Ashton's prank, Austin was made pliable as he was turned into a pair of underwear. He tried him on for himself, mushing him between his cheeks as the thin lining danced over his hole. Having had his fun, he placed Austin along the bench as he fished for the antidote. But his friend Jeremy distracted him, telling Ashton about their last game.

Austin couldn't access the rest of his face, flopping around the bench to turn himself over. "Hey guys? A little help here?"

He slowly moved along the edge of the bench, the sleeve of the jockstrap slouching toward the floor. Jerking again, gravity took control as he fell off the bench, landing in a duffle back further below. It reeked of musk, a dildo bulging into his face.

He struggled to remove the rubbery cock head. His mouth snagging on the puffed edges "Gas? Halp!"

The two continued to talk, turning the corner as Jermey showed images on his phone. Another door soon opened, water droplets hitting the cemented floor before a shadow appeared over the bag. Austin couldn't muster the strength to turn himself to look, forcing himself to use his weak angle of his eyes as he looked around the filled bag. He noticed a translucent cup just next to him, a glare from the slanted ceiling as a figure loomed overhead.

A watery hand soon entered, cold droplets pattering into his gaping hole as he was lifted to the outside. The bag came into view. Watery feet wiggling below as a towel wrapped around a pair of legs. Fingertips tapped at the jockstrap, Austin's gaze filling with a built football player as their face came to view. It was Zane, the gassy football player on his team. His gaze was turned forward, fingers widening the underwear as he peeked inside.

"I know for a fact these aren't my underwear, who keeps leaving these in here?" He said, prodding at the puckering cushion.

Austin's eyes scrunched as his hole was stretched open. He wanted to close it to deter from the humiliation, but the prying finger denied it as it burrowed through his now cottoned backside.

"Hmm, ah well. I guess I can try these on, beats wearing my boxers again after practice." Zane unraveled his towel, letting it drop to the floor before he lowered the jockstrap to his feet. Stepping inside, he guided it up his thigh as it cushioned beneath him.

Austin gazed around him, towering thighs filling his peripheral as he rose higher up. Round muscle caved into his facing, rolling beneath him as his elasticity was put to the test. His eyes slanted. His mouth thinned as he sank between flesh and drenched him in warm water. His ass pulled away from him, the cock protruding in between as it guided itself into his hole.

Austin winced, his limbs aching as they were stretched like taffy. "That's..Ah! Hey!"

Zane snapped the waistband along himself, adjusting the front of the jockstrap as the corners of his testicles bulged from the curvature of the fabric. "Damn these sure are tight. Whoever wears these daily really needs a wardrobe change."

He lifted his shorts to his legs, tucking the jockstrap inside as he grabbed the rest of his things. Austin was shrouded in darkness, the mounds tenderizing corners of his face as the player began to walk. This is maddening, Austin thought. This was supposed to be a light prank, not a change of fashion. He struggled against his restrained environment, each step sinking him back to the puckered hole that pinched at his face.

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Zane tied his shorts around his waist before taking a turn toward the exercising room. The day was still young enough for him to get a quick exercise before traffic kicked in through the gym. entering through the metal doors, he followed the pathway towards the glass rooms that rested around him, selecting one in the far corner where dumb bells rested on the shelves.

He closed the door, taking the time to stretch his legs to warm them up. They snagged against the jockstrap, twisting like gears rusted together as it pulled at his pubic hairs. These things were certainly rigid, he thought. He tugged harder as they slid against them, stretching them to its max as he took a step.

"Zane!" Austin's voice rang. Softened by the player's glutes.

Zane turned around, following the voice behind him, finding only himself in the room as the other rooms were clear. He could have swore he heard someone. Was it just in his head? He shrugged as he took to the equipment, exercising his arms as he sat upon the bench.

"Yo Zane!" A voice came from the door, Ashton entering as Jeremy followed behind him.

"Oh what's up? I thought I heard someone talking." Zane said, dabbing them as they closed the door.

"What, did you think you were the only one looking for a quiet space? Hah, don't think so."

"We were just having a little fun with Austin. Though he seemed to have slipped from our sight" Ashton said.

Zane lifted his weights, squatting down to grab another dumb bell. "He always seems to do that. If he's not distant he's up in your business." He continued to lift, but felt a snag pull at his hairs. He winced at the sharp pain, forcing himself out of the crouched position as he sat the dumbbells along the corner. "And he's not the only one, this jockstrap is so damn tight."

"Take off your shorts, that should do it."

"I don't want to risk the coach walking in on us. Still remember he thought we were having a cock contest."

"Ah don't be such a worry wart." Ashton said. "There's no one here besides us."

That statement didn't sound promising, but it was better than having his undergarments tearing at his body. He ringed his fingers along the rim of his shorts, stepping out of them as he scooted it beneath the bench. "There, that feels a lot better."

He stretched his legs and popped his toes, returning back to his squats before he lost track. The two watched as he lifted himself from the ground. Ashton eyed Zane's backside, the jockstrap wrapped around drawing his attention. He moved in, walking behind Zane as he could feel the wind flow from his body.

"Ah how badly I wanted to let them breathe. You have no Ide-" a palm struck his backside, his muscle recoiling as he locked in place. His glutes rippled, a burning sensation spreading across his left cheek. "The hell?!"

"Mm, it's got that ripple effect to it." Ashton said.

"Really? Let me have a try." Jeremy said.

Zane shrouded his behind with his palms. "Nobody's trying anything! This ass is unsmakable!"

"Aw come on, just a little squeeze. Those things really bring out your ass."

"Yeah, like a giant beach ball."

"You think?..I mean, no! It's off limits." Zane grabbed his shorts beneath the bench and placed them back on.

He could still feel the impact from Ashton's palm, pulsing beneath the layers of his shorts. He'd better not half left a mark, he thought. But despite the smack, Ashton's words did stick, this jockstrap does bring out his ass. Too much if it got them excited. Maybe he could..no, he didn't have time to think about it now. He had to get home before the sun left the sky.

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The door opened softly as the cool air welcomed Zane. His tired feet aching from the long flight of stairs as they carried him through the room. He turned the conditioning higher, stripping down to his underwear as he walked around the living room.

Deep between his mounds, Austin still remained squished, unable to smell the cool air blowing into the player's body as salty fluid dampened the middle of his face. How long has it been since he's been worn? He couldn't remember the time of day before he was succumbed by the mountain of flesh. Even without the fabric covering overhead, the space looked dim as he gazed out from the valleyed crack.

But that all changed as a thud rung through the walls, the crack rippling before fingers widened them.

The musky scenery transformed, cool conditioning blowing into Austin as the scent of roses carried in its wind. Looking through the narrow window of the mounds, he saw Zane move through the room as a mattress rested near the wall, tossing off the last of his clothing as it dangled off the far shelf.

A mirror loomed into his view, Zane's slender physique filling the frame as he looked back and rubbed over his rear. He pinched at the cheek, exposing his predicament mirror. "Damn thing's in there deep, no wonder it was soar on the way here."

Austin squinted upon the player's pries, flinching as fingers prodded at the strip. He tried opening his mouth, but found them sealed shut by the crumpled folds, barely able to let out a mutter as the fingers climbed over him. The digit ringed beneath his face, bulging one side off the other as it stirred inside the puckering hole behind him. He winced at its sloppy sound, like someone smacking their lips in his ear as the finger nudged against him.

"I guess that's gonna be the best gap. My guts feel like they're on fire." Zane said.

Zane took a breath, the mounds rippling as bubbling filled Austin's lobes. That couldn't be what he thought it was, he thought. He didn't know if he could even withstand its blasts. The glutes turned to the ceilings, fingers latching to the corners of the ass as they pulled more flesh apart. A hiss rang from the hole like a tear in an inflatable device, warmth radiating his nostrils as it climbed to the rest of the fabric.

"That's it..just gotta..s..squeeze it." Zane said, churns resonating in his waist as he pulled his cheeks further apart.

Austin winced at the player's foul aroma, a sharp scent of sulfur bringing him to tears as it soaked into him. He'd believe he'd melt with how hot it was, but the mixture of the cool conditioning deterred that from happening. But it did nothing for the frowsy breath that remained. Moans filled the air, a finger dipping into his face as they released the bonds blocking his mouth, stuffing the fingertip inside as it drove into the tight sphincter.

"Ah fuck, there we go. That feels a little bit better." Zane leaned his rear higher, fingering the fabric as his shaft erected.

It was like being skewered as Austin endured the assault. The salty finger in his mouth was already enough he could handle, but the impact of the cock against his hole drove him on edge as he squirmed pleasure. His moans softened by the finger, gumming at the knuckle to catch Zane's attention. He tried to muster words, but came distorted by the flesh blanketed by his own body, shriveling as the finger retracted.

Zane was drunk on his own pleasure, cupping his crotch as it leaked seed from deeper within. Hands clutched eagerly at the corner of his ass, sending Austin in darkness once again as muscle squeaked around him. The earthy scent spread along the walls like cologne, constantly invading his nose as the sweat soaked higher into the fabric.

The hand tossed to the side, Zane beginning to loft as he leaned off the bed. He looked to his bubbled glutes, ringing his fingers against the lining of his crack as a fart squeezed from inside. He pulled them apart, the puckered star blossoming as it nipped at Austin. He farted again, its boom shaking him to his core as it rumbled through him.

Austin blinked to adjust to the blistering air, his lips more maneuverable as he smacked the ends together. “Z..Za..Zan-” a ring echoed through the room, Zane turning over as he picked up the phone.

"Yo Ashton, finally decided to get out of the gym?” Zane said.

“Yeah we decided to call it quits, we can’t seem to find Austin anywhere.”

“Bummer, that sucks. He must’ve gone home when we went to the gym. You know how he gets when it comes to being a plus one.”

“Hehe, yeah I suppose you're right.” his friend said. “Say, you still have that underwear on?”

Austin tried to speak, but the player's thighs mushed against him. “Yeah, I still got them on. They’re still tight, but I think my ass is starting to get used to them.”

“You should wear them often, they make you look sexy. With how tight they are I bet they remind me of when I tried on Austin.”

"Tried on?"

“I-I mean would you look at the time, I’d best be getting some sleep. Chow!”

Zane opened his mouth to speak, but the line ended as a buzz rang through his ear. Shrugging it off, he pulled the covers over his waist. Leaving just a glimpse of his smooth rear as it pointed to the mirror. He smiled as he looked to his backside. “Fuck it, I'm already too deep to not wear where them now. Though they could use a bit of stretching.”

He rubbed over his glutes with the covers, his fingers ringing into his crack. He heaved at himself, gas spewing out from his hole as it escaped into the open air. Austin looked through the tight valley, his eyes watering as he tried to call for Zane. But the sharp hiss drowned him out, the glutes closing together as they sealed his fate. From that day one, he was no more than a pair of undergarments. Worn to every occasion Zane went to as he traveled through practice. Many still wonder where Austin disappeared to. But if they listened, they could hear the soft sound of muffling. But they will never know from where.

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tparker48 · 4 months

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A little follow up scenario for this story:

With the following week, Zane continued his daily routine around campus, exercising his body for the upcoming summer. Despite Austin's withered form, not once has he taken him off, the very white lining that use to hug against the jiggling bubbled mounds now drooping with the heavy stains from his bodily fluids.

Everyday Austin listened as Zane traversed through the campus. Student's passing by to their daily classes, While he stewed in the depths of the jock's pants. After hours of stewing inside the baking sauna of the mounds, he finally catches a break to bask in the outside air. But not by himself.

Compressed springs whispered beneath him, the zipper undoing itself as it moved overhead. He squeezed the sweat from his eyes, looking to the damp flesh to the slanted lighting below. He knew that sound too well, it embedded in his mind through his attempts to get his attention, but they proved unsuccessful. But not this time. This time, he was going to get himself free.

The mounds jiggling before a sigh rung through the musclar walls. "Finally, I can relax." Zane said from above.

Fingers pierced through the bubbled valley, the low hanging sack above bulging into his upper half. Its pulses were immeasurable, stretching him about like band in efforts to burst through him. He's lucky he tear at the single, or at least mustered the strength to endure it.

One of the palms reached toward his face, gliding over the slim lining as it prodded at the crinkled star flexing behind him. "Just gotta get comfortable and.." He flexed absently, bubbles flowing from the lays of his body. A heavy smell erupted from his hole, bursting into Austin in puffs of air.

He writhed. Stretching himself away from the blast before tension brought him back to the gasping hole. Enduring weeks of this gassing, he'd think he'd be used his smell by now, but it always seems to keep getting worse by the day. His flapped the ends of his slanted form to deter its frowsty cloud absorbing into him, but another finger reached into the crack, curling into the hole with a messy squelch.

"Mm! A little bit more, just...gotta get the right angle." He twisted his finger between the meaty folds, its flesh whispering to Austin its sloppy contractions. Their stirs grew fierce with each stroke, knocking into his sides as slime soaked into.

He tilted side to derail himself from the prodding fingers, the forming leaving from the hole hand to the air. "Stop tha-mph!" The plunged into his mouth, a salty taste invading already weakened taste bud.

"There it is, that spot right there." Zane twisted his finger, drilling the slim lining of the underwear between the shriveled sphincter.

Austin's vision faded between the protruding finger and the pink folds, gumming the tip in efforts to call oit to the oblivios jock. It poked deeper, piercing through the anus' barrier to the thicker flesh inside. He was gassed again, the ring motorboating as it escaped into the open air. This was too intense, he didn't know how much he could bare.

A knock came from the door, the stirring finger ceasing. "Who could that be?" He took out his finger, retreating to the outside. Austin tried to get his attention, but the glute slapped together before his world began to shift

"No! Open..up" he squirmed between the musky funnel, grinded by the mounds as salty sweat lathered into him. A door opened from the outside, the mounds jiggling to a halt.

"Oh, Ashton."

Ashton? He's here? Austin struggled to get free from his backside, thrashing as stiff flesh advanced to his sides. "Sup, Zane. Just wanted to stop by to see how the underwear's holding up."

Zane turned his cheeks toward him. "Oh? Well it seems to be pretty comfortable." He ringed a finger against the waist band, his mounds barely letting the thin fabric part as they snapped against its surface. "It's still a little tight around the region, but nothing a little flexing can't fix."

Ashton snorted, holding withing himself. "Surprised he-er..they can stretch after being cooped up for long." He patted against the jocks ass, massaging them in circular strokes as Zane closed his eyes. He took a peek inside, and caught a glimpse of Austin eyes. He choked in laughter at the sight, his shriveled face dancing with the hole that clamped at him. "Feel free to stretch them as much as you like, these thigs are as stubborn as they go. Trust me." He pulled them away, gazing at Austin as he muffled in rage to him. His face soon disappeared as he let them jiggle back together, the jock responding with a single moan.

"I still got a lot nore to take care. I hope you don't mind we end our chat there?"

"Not at all, I rather enjoyed our small chat. Got all I wanted to see."

"Huh?"

"Toodles!"

His friend dashed off from the doorway, disappearing around a corner down the hall. Shrugging, he snapped the fabric back onto himself, releasing another blast as he closed the door. Austin squirmed inside his prison, hidden away from the world as he returned to the bed. "Let's see, where was I.." He pondered. He looked to his cock outlining the fabric, his shaft bypassing the slim space as it flexed into the air. "Oh yeah."

Below him, Austin tugged as hard as he could to relieve himself from pinching sphincter, his sides leaving prints along the pink flesh. But the cock above held him as tight as a rope. It flexed him into the jock's smooth taint, dragging his face to the bulk of his sack as he slipped back into the crack. "There's gotta be something I can do.." He struggled, looking to the dimmed lighting between the crack's valley.

Fingers soon reached the top of his face, pulling his out to the taint. At least his vision was filled with more than just the slanted lighting of his ass, he thought to himself. He followed the fingers to the ridge of his crotch, the thighs around him widening. Did he notice? Did he finally notice he was there the entire time.

"There he is.."

His heart skipped a beat. "Yes! Oh thank god you have Idea what I've-" his face caved in, clammed skin spilling over his eyes. It reaked of seed, fabric wiping against his eyes like soggy tissue paper.

"There ya go, stretch those muscles" Zane called out, his hand wrapping to his shaft. It pulsed eagerly into his hand, pre oozing into his wrist. He adjusted his knees to the headboard, his balls folding Austin in two

"Zane!..Zane!" He called to him from beneath his weight, falling on deaf ears as his own body muffled his voice.

Getting comfortable, Zane increased his strokes, flexing his hips softly. "Its getting late, so I better wrap this up." He took to his shaft, stroking at its warm flesh as he huffed at its sensations. He reached his finger back inside of his hole, fondling at the clumps of his underwear bagging beneath his balls. His fingers played through them, fondling themselves to the center as it guided them back between the mounds.

Austin did his best to avoid its prods, his blurred vision sending him into disarray. He soon found the warm of the jock's anus slid into his back, the eager fingers dipping into the folds once more as he was jammed him farther inside the tube. "Zane! Snap out of it man!" He wormed against the folds, but went nowhere.

It burrowed deeper into the ring, his body extracted beyond the pulsing flesh as more fluid dosed into him. It reaked of old flatulence, overwhelming his senses with a foul burn as he squirmed to retreat back through the tight entrance. But the anus refused to budge, tightening its grips as if it were a snake coiling its prey. Zane moans grew higher, vibrating the very walls before they squeezed together. Fluid flowed through the top flesh, warmth lingering along his body as it lathered into his thighs. Austin felt its creamy substance sink into the crack, clench after clench tightening the ring as his vision were flooded with ass flesh.

The last few spurts erupted from his shaft, the surrounding flesh returnimg to its pulsed state. "Hah...hah..much better." He heard from the outside.

The fingers holding Austin retreated from to the outside world, leaving him in his crumpled state. No, it can't leave without him, not in this predicament. He squeezed at the finger with his entire body, heaving at it in hopes to slow its ascent. His efforts only soaked its skin, causing its form to slip through his grasp. Extracted, he shouted from the thin gap left behind, before the crinkled star closed over his face.

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"Man that felt good" Zane rubbed over his thighs, his shaft retuning to its limp form as it flopped onto his stomach. Laying in his own mess, he fumbled weakly at the pile of tissues on the counter, wiping his abs of the creamy sunstance before standing up to walk toward the trashcan. Passing by the mirror, he looked at his backside. His underwear crossed over the mounds, squishing into the center of his butt crack.

"Oh man, I jammed these things way too deep." He held his cheeks apart, the fabric funneling into his asshole. Each flex pulled at the fabric, making him shutter at its swift glide. "Mmm, well, maybe it isn't too bad in there. That itch is finally gone." He squeezed again, massaging his glutes to encourage more of its sensation. Letting them jiggle behind him, he stroked at his cock, wandering off into the next room to get himself some food.

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