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Thredr

“What the hell happened to me!” A pair of white socks suddenly said.

“Uwaahh! Y-you woke up…” A young boy, approximately 20 years old with black hair and brown eyes, and a thin body, said. He was sporting a blue soccer uniform but with bare feet, he had fallen to the floor as he was shocked that his socks woke up. “You were supposed to be asleep…”

“What did you do Alex??” The socks said again. Although we say “said” its more so the voice was in Alex’s head. 

“Sorry Anthony…I couldn’t help it.” Alex said picking up Anthony.

“Explain…” 

“Well …” Alex thought the best way to explain how he turned his best friend of the same age into a pair of socks. “Guess I’ll just be blunt! I have been in love with your feet since we met! And I always wanted to wear your socks! So I turned you into a pair of your used socks so that I could wear you to today’s game!”

“… .” Anthony was stunned “HOW…?”

Alex pulled out his smartphone and showed him the app “Its called Thredr (pronounced “threader”), its where people who have clothes transformation fetishes meet and you know …become eachother’s clothes…”

“But I don’t HAVE that app…” Anthony said annoyed.

“Well…you were tired from your late night shift and so I just used your hand to unlock your phone… “

“That has GOT to be illegal… .”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it in and I read that I could just make you unconscious while I did it, so I was gonna do my thing and turn you back right after without you noticing. But I guess I pressed the wrong button and you woke up! I swear it was only gonna be once!”

“And you fused me with my socks?!” 

“Well…actually while you were showering, I scanned a pair of your socks so I just morphed your body to resemble that pair all the way down to the grime…”

“You are seriously messed up… Turn me back NOW!” Anthony said annoyed

“I can’t… the minimum transformation time is 8 hours otherwise your molecules will be messed up.” 

“So I’m stuck like this for the day…” 

“Yeah well…you can let me…” Alex said, pointing at his raised foot.

“No. Absolutely not!” Anthony protested.

“Pleeeease just this once!!! I’ll buy you food for the rest of the year and I’ll even use the app to wipe your memories after!” Alex begged.

“…fuck man…fine…” Anthony said defeated, the boy couldn’t resist free food being a starving college student, let alone for a whole year.

“Yes!” Alex said picking up Anthony and putting him on his feet.

“Unnnff a little more gentle please!” Anthony said, he just felt Alex’s feet enter him. His right sock body felt like Alex put his entire foot into Anthony’s mouth, while on the left it felt like a foot just went up his ass. “This feels… kinda good…” Anthony thought “But man his feet stink! Shower better man! And yet…it smells divi- no stop it Anthony you can’t be into this!”

Alex walked down the stairs to the doorway, each step was like Anthony having the best body massage of his life.  Alex then stared at his shoes, then to Anthony’s running shoes.

“You wouldn’t mind…?” Alex smirked.

“Go ahead…” Anthony said shyly 

Alex picked up Anthony’s shoes and slid them on.

“Uggh…is this how I smell??” Anthony said, his scent penetrating his mind “God I hope he doesn’t take me off…” Anthony let the thought slip.

Alex got to the field and swapped into his cleats. Before doing so, he stuffed his feet (with Anthony still on) into a pair of blue soccer knee high socks.

“Alex smells…so good!” Anthony thought, his mind succumbing to his role as a sock.

Alex ran in the field, jumping, skipping dodging players, kicking the ball.

“Ohhh ohhh yes daddy!” Anthony thought as he felt his body being used in the game.

Another player accidentally stepped on Alex’s foot, Anthony feeling the pressure “Ohhh yes!” he shouted. 

Alex continued the game pretending to not hear Anthony’s burst of joy “Hmm hmm glad he’s enjoying himself.” Alex giggled as he scores the winning goal.

“Good job team!” the coach said in the locker room. “Now hit the showers!” He said exiting the room.

The captain, a tall more muscular body, came up to Alex and held him up. “And heres to our MVP!” the captain cheered as everyone joined him “Now for his reward!” 

The entire teams takes off their socks as Alex strips down naked and lays on the ground, he is then showered with all their used socks as they go to the shower.

“What the?” Anthony questioned 

“Oh…” Alex said with a sock ontop of his mouth “They all know about my thing for used socks…so whenever we win this is my reward!”

“And…they’re okay with it??” Anthony said puzzled.

“Yeah well, I’m sure they were weirded out at first but to be fair, most of them are here on a soccer scholarship and want to be recruited. Most of the time I just support them and make them look good in front of recruiters so this is a small price for them~ I even get to pick a pair and take home with me for keeps!”

“Ohh…say…can I pick which one this time, you know, since I’m doing this favor for you. Its not like I like this by the way!” Anthony said pouting.

“Haha, sure, take your pick!”

“I don’t know who it was, but that blonde looked like he had cute feet!” Anthony said, with a bit of excitement in his voice.

“Oh Tyler? You have a good eye…should be this pair!” He said picking up a black pair of Nike socks.

“Can…you wear them on the way home!” 

“Sure!” Alex said putting on Tyler’s socks over Anthony.

“This is heaven. .  .” Anthony said “I mean GROSS!”

Alex giggled and bent down to Anthony “By the way, I saw the Thredr app on Tyler’s phone so maybe I can arrange something for the three of us~”

“Fuck off!” Anthony said, if he weren’t in his sock form you could see him blushing.

After the shower everyone said their goodbyes.

“See you later Tyler!” Alex said cheerfully “Your socks are pretty comfy!”

“B-bye Alex!” Tyler said, trying to hide his erection. 

As Alex and Anthony walk back to their dorm room Alex looks at time on his phone 

“Hmm…just enough time maybe…”

Alex enters his and Anthony’s now empty dorm room. Making his way to Anthony’s bed, removing Tyler’s socks.

“Well almost time!” Alex said

“Finally!” Anthony groaned. 

“But…before that can I do one more thing…” Alex said blushing

“What…?” Anthony questioned.

“Wow he actually blushes…” Anthony thought.

“Can I use you as a …meat sock?” Alex said shyly

“Uhhh…” Anthony said

“Nevermind I know its weird-” Alex said flustered.

“Yeah sure.” Anthony interrupted.

“Wait really?” Alex said surprised.

“Just make it quick…”

Alex’s heart raced as he removed his left sock from his sweaty smelly foot.

He then wrapped it around his erect penis and began to masterbait with it.

“Ohhh you feel so good Anthony!” Alex moaned.

“Uhhff unghhh” Anthony moaned, his mind going blank as he fully immersed himself into being Alex’s meat sock for the night!

Alex stroked his cock faster and harder inside Anthony’s sock body, Anthony feeling like his brains are getting fucked out as he feels what used to be his ass getting beaten by Alex’s long shaft.

Alex then took off his other sock and began smelling it.

The pair moan as they are locked into each other’s bodies.

As Alex sniffed Anthony’s body he didn’t notice himself sucking on Anthony licking all the flavors he had accumulated throughout the day. 

“Faster faster!” Anthony said, as Alex turned up his speed.

He paused for a moment to grab Tyler’s sock and wrapped it around Anthony’s body.

“Yes…YES!” Anthony screamed. If he still had a body he would have came by now but he could only hold in his lust for both Alex and Tyler.

“C-crap!” Alex muttered “I’m cumming!” He said as pumps of his semen fills every thread of Anthony’s body only leaking a bit onto Tyler’s sock.

“Oh yes…yes…fuck yeah…” As Anthony gasped for air.

The pair lay in a puddle of Alex’s sweat and juices. 

Alex weakly reaches for his phone “Guess I gotta turn you back…”

“Hold up!” Anthony interrupted. “I don’t have class or work tomorrow…so…” He said with a bit of embarrassment in his voice.

“Hehe…I get you! One more day then!” Alex said victorious that he converted his friend.

“But!” Anthony said with a demanding voice “I have multiple double shifts the day after tomorrow so prepare yourself!”

“Oooh” Alex said curiously.

**** A few days later****

“Where do you keep the condoms?” A young man, with a huge cock clearly erect going commando in a pair of basketball shorts asked Anthony, who was now in his human form, a slightly shorter boy than Alex, with brown hair and hazel eyes. 

“This way…” He said gesturing the customer to follow. “God, I want him to raw dog me in the restroom…” Anthony thought “Thredr did go off when he walked by so maybe the boys will have some company… or I can call off early and have him take us home…” He thought, leading the man into the restroom passed the shelf of condoms.

Each step he takes is pure bliss for Alex, who has been transformed into Anthony’s grey Adidas.

“Wow…this is how the other side feels!” Alex whispered “I hope he cums on me later! How you doing Ty-ty?”

Tyler, who has been turned into a pair of black Adidas tube socks, moans lightly to himself “Never better Alex…never better…”

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I tell you, there is nothing tastier than transformed food. Guys who let themselves willingly be turned into burgers, hot dogs, donuts. There’s nothing like it. Who would willingly accept becoming a meal, you ask? Well, there’s a knack to that.

I had been dating this cute twink for a few months. Picked him up at a gay bar, like usual. I like to go shirtless after a few dances, and see which guys start staring. I’m a big bear of a guy, and the first step is finding someone who can’t get enough of this round hairy gut of mine. That night I pounded his ass so good he screamed out my name. Ever since, he’s been obsessed with me. I started getting him to feed me while I toyed with him or fucked him, get him to start associating food with sex.

That comes to today. It’s a nice hot summer day, and I’m grillin’ on the BBQ. Invited the boyfriend to come along, but he’s been told not to fap for a week. He’s on edge and staring at my sweaty gut, but I don’t let him touch. “Today’s for food, not fuckin’”, I say.

“Look at that meat sizzle”, I tell him. “That nice hunk of beef, hot and steaming on the grill. What do you reckon that’d feel like? Like a sauna, but so sensitive. Hot all over, your juices flowing over you, soaking you. Feeling my griddle slide under you, then flip. Sudden, orgasmic heat on your other side, as those grill marks cover you…”, I say. He looks at me, confused, but starting to blush.

I pull him in closer, one arm around his shoulders. Then I lean down and breathe in deep. “Fuck, smell that. That meat’s made for eatin’, it’s cryin’ out for it!”, I say. I flip it over one more time, then grab a bun, and slide it on. The juices soaking the bun, before I lift it up and take a bite. I make sure to show the bliss of the flavour, grinning and shuddering with pleasure.

“Fuck, this guy had the right idea. I can taste how much he wanted to be my burger. Now he’s part of me, gonna live inside my gut forever”, I say. I pat my belly and let it jiggle. The twink stares, and his eyes open wider. “That was..a person?”, he asks. He knows I can do food transformation, I mentioned it a couple times. I grin and nod.

He watches me grill up a few more things, his pants tenting when he sees me eat a hotdog and another burger. I can tell he’s thinking things over, his horned-up week of edging making him consider things he’d never normally allow.

“The guys you eat…do they really stay part of your belly forever?”, he asks. He tries to act innocent, but I can hear it in his voice. I act nonchalant. “Yeah, course they do. Feel every jiggle of my flab, every day”, I say.

There’s a long, awkward pause. I count down in my head. Three, two, one…

“I…I wanna be your burger, Tex!”, he blurts out. Bingo. I drag him in close, and wrap my arms around him. His back presses to my belly as I nuzzle his neck with my bearded chin. “Babe, are you sure? I never would have considered makin’ you into food! Only if you REALLY wanted it…”, I say. I slowly lick my tongue along his neck, and rub his belly under his shirt.

“P-please…”, he mutters. I’ve got him. I pull off his clothes, tugging his shirt up over his head and dropping his pants. Then I lay him down over a table, and grab a brush and a can of BBQ glaze. I dip it in, and start stroking it slowly up and down, over his body. His cock twitches, rock hard. I can see his skin starting to turn pink, as his insides become firm, slowly transforming into meat.

I brush over his shaft, making him dribble pre. He whimpers, trying to lift his arms, but they’re getting weaker as they bulge out. Becoming bumpy and textured. His limbs start sliding in against his body, as he squishes together. He moans, gasping as he starts to become more round, more patty shaped. I brush more glaze over his cock, and he starts to cum. Thick, hot ropes of jizz rise up and splatter down over his body, as he pants. I can tell he’s feeling the strange sensation of his whole body becoming a burger patty, thick and heavy and dense. No need to breathe or move, only feel that strange ultra-sensitive feeling that transformed food gets.

Of course, having just cum, he might be having second thoughts. His mouth opens, but I brush more glaze over it, preventing him from speaking until soon his features have melded in to the patty he’s becoming. He shrinks down, getting smaller and smaller, until he’s small enough that I can slide my griddle under him, lift him up, and plop him on the grill.

He steams and sizzles immediately. His new body will feel so hot and strange, suddenly rushing with heat all throughout him. Juices oozing up, like a long, constant full-body orgasm. When I flip him over, I know he’d moan out with bliss if he could, as his other side browns and cooks.

Soon, he’s fully cooked. I know his mind must be rolling with confusion now, unable to think of anything but the pleasure. I slide him into a bun, and take a nice big bite. My teeth sinking into his body will feel better than anything he’s ever done before, even as he’s mashed into bits and swallowed up. His mind melting and crumbling away, nothing but pleasure as he’s taken bite by bite.

I lick the remains of my “boyfriend” off my fingers, and let out a loud belch. Truth be told, I ain’t got no clue if he’ll be conscious as my chub or not. Not like you can ask food what it’s like. I don’t really care though - why would I give a damn how my dinner feels?

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seeing your work; turning people into rubber skinheads, chavs, etc. has really made me realize how nice it would be if something similar were to happen to me. What would have to change in order to become a rubber soldier?

Indeed, envisioning yourself as a rubber soldier conjures up images of a striking figure clad in shiny latex and PVC, with every muscle accentuated to perfection.

However, the magic of such a transformation lies in the precision of your words. A 'rubber soldier' might not just entail a shiny uniform but could literally mean becoming a RUBBER soldier.

As the transformation begins, you might first notice your compression T-shirt hugging your torso a tad more snugly than usual. Then, a peculiar sensation sweeps over you as your muscles stiffen, your skin takes on a glossy, green sheen, and you feel both powerful and constrained simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, your uniform and boots seem to dissolve, melding into your very being. Now, you stand not just dressed as, but truly embodying, a toy soldier - resolute and unyielding.

Your every movement resonates with a surreal, rubbery echo. As you move, the stiffness of your body becomes apparent. Each motion is deliberate, almost mechanical. The most immediate and striking change is the pervasive scent of rubber and plastic mixed with sweat that now seems to emanate from your very pores. It's a constant reminder of your transformation, a heady and unmistakable aroma that clings to your newly glossy skin.

Isn't this what you asked for?

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Mike had been really pleased when he got his latest job. Overseeing the cookie dough production at ManCookies paid well and seemed like a good gig. He was a fan of the product, too. ManCookies were one of the tastiest cookies on the market, with a warm gooey center and a great sugary taste.

Of course, it was no secret that they made their cookie dough from willing volunteers. Human objects had been on the market for years now, even foodstuff. It was a little odd, but people had gotten used to it. He hadn’t really thought about it much, until now.

He stared at the machinery as he was guided through his training. On top of a large metal plate, was a man-sized, man-shaped lump of cookie dough. Its arms and legs were spreadeagled, and its head was just a round, wet ball of dough, with an open, silently moaning mouth. Between its legs, a large mound was twitching and throbbing, shaped like an erect cock pressing out and bulging against the dough.

“Inspecting the merchandise, eh?”, a deep voice said. Mike gulped, and turned. It was Gary, the guy training him. Gary was a hairy and muscular older man, his blue work shirt straining around his wide chest. He patted Mike on the shoulder with his large, rough hand. “This one’s gonna need a little longer on the plate before he goes to the mixer”, he said. Then he pulled Mike along. “Come on, need to show you how to keep things running smoothly!”, he said.

Mike followed, trying to pay attention as he was taught the various machines and systems. But he couldn’t help thinking about that guy, melted and changed into dough. Finally, they came to the end of the talk, having looped around the factory, and Gary stopped at the initial segment of the cookie dough conveyor. “Right, any last questions?”, he asked. Mike shook his head, and Gary clapped his hands together, before starting to unbutton his shirt. “Great! You’ll do fine taking over from me. I’m looking forward to retirement!”, he said.

Mike stepped back, confused as to why Gary was stripping down. The older man’s hairy round belly was left bare, and he reached down to pull off his shoes and begin peeling off his socks. “Why are you taking your clothes off?”, asked Mike. Gary stopped, and sat down in just his slacks on a chair.

“Oh, didn’t you know? I took the ManCookie special retirement package. Usually folks have to go through a long set of tests and trials to become cookie dough, but employees can choose to skip straight to the front of the line instead of a normal retirement package. Your first job is going to be me, new guy!”, he said eagerly.

Mike was speechless. He just stared as Gary pulled off his pants and boxer briefs, and revealed his thick, rock-hard cock. He walked past him, and climbed up onto the conveyor, before lying down. His cock stood straight up in the air as he got comfortable. “Right, give me a spray and let’s get started!”, he said.

Mike hesitated, but this was his job now after all. He nervously pressed a button to douse Gary in the transformation serum. Some taps above the conveyor sprayed out a fine mist of fluid, soaking the older man’s body. He shuddered, his cock twitching and throbbing as his body started to glisten and look damp and wet.

“Give me another good spray, boy. Need to get rid of all this body hair, ain’t no one want a hairy cookie!”, Gary shouted. Mike pressed it again, and the mist sprayed down once more. Gary’s hair, and the fuzzy body hair all over his skin, slowly started to recede, as it pulled down into his body. His pale skin was starting to change colour too, becoming a creamy shade of brown. His arms felt heavy, and damp. He slowly lifted one up, and as he did, it let blobs and droplets of sticky dough on the belt under him. He shuddered with pleasure, and flopped it back down.

Mike pulled another lever, and a shower of chocolate chips dropped down onto Gary’s body. The ones that landed on him would stick and sink down, oozing into his increasingly wet and goopy form. He shivered, thrusting up against the air and clenching his fingers as the chips bounced and scattered all over him.

“Fuck, I can taste them…I can taste my own dough too…”, he mumbled. Mike adjusted his pants, and realised he was tenting them with his own erection. He pressed a button to start the conveyor moving, and followed Gary as he progressed through the factory. With each spray, he would lose more of his appearance. His fingers slowly merging into just a blob of dough, his cock softening and pressing against his chest to just become a throbbing bulge. His ears and nose sinking into the round dough ball of his head, followed by his eyes.

Finally they came to the edge of a huge vat. Gary was barely recognisable now. He was just a vaguely humanoid blob of dough, with loose shapes where his limbs once where, and a slight depression in his head for his open, moaning mouth. Mike looked down at the vat, and his cock throbbed even harder.

Other dough-men were being dumped from their conveyor belts, into a massive mixer. Each one would land into it, and then start to hump and writhe loosely. Their faces were visible as they moaned and struggled against eachother, while the massive, slow mixer would gradually pump and squish them together. Fusing and merging them into one massive, undefined blob of dough. It was like a slow, sticky orgy.

Mike pulled a lever, and watched as Gary was dumped down into the vat, landing with a sticky squelch atop another mostly-transformed man. Soon, he was mixed and mashed and there was no sign of him left. Out of curiosity, Mike went to the other side of the factory, and watched as blobs of dough were extruded out onto a new conveyor, to be moved along and baked. He wondered if any of the slightly-twitching blobs might be part of Gary.

That night, he sat in bed, looking at his benefits and forms for his new job. He bit into a fresh cookie, while stroking his dick in the other hand, fantasising that the cookie could be Gary’s throbbing, needy cock. As he finished the last of it, he reached down and ticked an option on the form. Retirement choice: become cookie.

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I warned you about going swimming in Bear Lake right at noon, but you didn't listen. All of the rest of the bros went indoors, but you must have decided you needed a dip. Your fit, smooth frat boy bod is completely gone now man. This lake can really do a number on you, and it looks like you must have been in there for over half an hour. You have a nice hairy gut now, and your abs are completely invisible. That ass of yours is going to be huge now, and your hole is going to be a lot more sensitive. Sure, your balls will have grown, but unfortunately your cock won't get any bigger. Your foreskin will grow back if you had it snipped off, but that's about it. Your calves and biceps are going to be a lot beefier, since you get a good amount of muscle with the change. Unfortunately, your attitude is going to change quite a bit. That cocky, confident personality is going to be gone. You are going to be much more lazy and relaxed now. You'll still love to party, but you won't be hunting for pussy anymore. Instead you're going to want to find other beefy dudes to go home with, so you guys can fuck and suck all night long. You're going to be completely into hairy, sweaty, piggy sex from now on. Lots of toys and kink, with one or more partners. Hell, you probably have a craving to go out and buy some leather gear on the way home, to really compliment your new look. You're a total bear now, but that's not a complete loss. There are no girls around my cabin for the rest of the long weekend, and pretty soon you are going to get hungry for cock. Me and the bros won't mind if you suck us off some, as long as we're drunk for it. That way you can get everything you need until we get back to campus, and you can work on starting your life as a slutty gay bear. Sounds good bro?

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Some pics of Moe sharian ,he had such huge moobs ,he was so hot with his friend 😚☺️😋🥵

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Lee Priest - Pic never gets old.

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You can’t stop sniffing as you feel your soul leaving your body forever being trapped in his old smelly sock

#madebyafriend

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Word from the wise: Make an effort to build a relationship with the local police.

A bud of mine had a close call recently when this Hansel he’d been “dating” realized that his pork had a tattoo and made a break for it. Luckily, he followed my advice: when the porker stumbled onto a police car he thought he was safe. Little did he know, what had begun with simple bribery had escalated into regular dinner parties a few longpigs ago. They soon got this pork chop where he belonged: in the stomachs of half a dozen cannibals, and let me tell you, he was fucking delicious.

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Young man gets fatter and lazier each day gorging on fast food each day. He is bursting out of his current 56 inch size pants. How much closer is he to the point of being an unrecognisably obese blob?

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Furry perfection

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So fine

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