leggything

[leggything]

Sleepyhead Pt 2

A continuation of my previous story which you can read here. I have an idea for a third installment, hopefully I will get around to writing it a bit quicker than this one.

Tobie started getting a bit restless in the last mile, wriggling against my thighs and tightening around my crotch, doing everything they could to get me turned on. “Hey, cut it out down there, you know I’m almost finished!” I said under my breath. Luckily I still had the rhythm of my feet to distract me from Tobie’s writhing so I got back to the start of the loop with the rest of the running group without too much trouble.

“Coming for coffee Sam?” the group leader asked once everyone got back.

“Not this week unfortunately, Tobes is bugging me to get back,” I said “but next week for sure!”

“Yeah, they’re looking a bit… clingy today” he said, eyes dropping down to my crotch. I followed his gaze and noticed that, to my embarrassment, Tobie had found a way to cling so tightly to my crotch that you could clearly see the shape of my cockhead through their fabric, among other things. They had managed to stretch themself into a pouch that pushed my cock and balls prominently forward.

“Uhh yeah, I should probably get home to give them some attention.” I said, scratching my head, a little embarrassed. I wasn’t shy, especially in front of runners who had certainly shared more scandalous wardrobe-malfunctions, but it’s not what I was expecting from Tobie this morning.

“You two have fun! It was nice to see you both!” He said, pivoting to lead the rest of the group to their brunch destination. I turned to leave, feeling Tobie hug my ass cheeks and snuggle deep into my crack to give the boys one last show.

—

"Hey Sam, wait up!"

I was a couple of blocks down the road when I heard someone call after me. I turned to see one of the newer guys bounding down the block toward me, split shorts showing off his slender thighs. "Hey, what's going on uhh.."

"Owen, yeah sorry I told the guys I had an assignment to finish" he said, breathing easy as he reached me. "But truthfully the whole run I was distracted thinking about your partner's situation and I had to ask."

"You want to know how it feels?" I say, cupping my hand around where Tobie had vacuum packed himself to my package. "Why don't you come to ours and we can show you?"

"That sounds... yeah," was all Owen managed to say. asking. He seemed a bit flustered, the way his eyes were glued to Tobie's smooth fabric.

"I honestly appreciate you asking" I said, trying to make him more comfortable. "Most guys in the club would be too embarrassed to admit it but I'm sure you're not the only one who is curious." I turned around to keep walking, running my hand down the inside of my thigh to tease both Owen and Tobie at once.

"Come on, we're just on the corner here."

—

"Shoes off, if you don't mind. Our room is just at the end of the hall."

Owen's shyness dissipated as soon as we got through the door, "Can I touch them?" he asked, his small shorts struggling to contain his arousal.

"You can touch both of us."

It was the only permission Owen needed. His hands were all over us, stroking my length through Tobie's fabric while his other hand reached around to feel the tight lycra around my ass. He was kissing my lips and my neck. Tobie seemed to understand what was going on, pulling their fabric tight around my crotch in a regular rhythm. I was a mess, moaning and grabbing at Owen to take it easy.

"These tights feel as good on you as they look." Owen said, still stroking me. "I've never had the courage to wear any myself but I'm thinking I should."

"Do you want to try them on?" I run my hand delicately inside the edge of Owen's shorts, feeling his cock twitch at the suggestion. "I think Tobie would enjoy being wrapped around someone like you."

"I, yeah I would really like that." Owen said, moving down to kiss my cock through Tobie and then down my thigh as he slowly pulled their waistband down. It was slow going with how tightly Tobie clung to my legs, but eventually Owen held my lover in his hands, the running tights looking far too small to have fit in my body.

"Here, lay down and let me dress you." I said, marvelling at Owen's lithe body as he shucked his shorts and laid on the bed. I ran a hand along his torso, kissed him softly. "You're making me jealous that Tobes gets to be the one wrapped around you."

He kissed me back with a smirk. "Well, let's see how close to my body you can get while still remaining human."

I started to pull Tobie up Owen's legs, kissing my way up his bare skin before pulling the leggings up over it. When I got to his crotch I slowed down, kissing and licking gently along his inner thighs, his scrotum and perineum, knowing Tobie would absorb my kisses and saliva into their fabric once I pulled them fully on. I kissed down the length of his shaft, Owen trying not to squirm in pleasure, and then pulled Tobie up fully.

Owen took a sharp breath and bucked his hips as Tobie greedily clung to their new wearer, trying to get him off with the stretching and contraction of their fabric.

I chucked, knowing exactly how Owen felt, his eyes closed as he ran his hands along the tights, rolling his hips against their smooth fabric. "You're absolutely spoiled having a living person as your first lycra experience. There's really no closer connection."

"Oh god" Owen moaned in reply. I didn't think he would last very long so I moved back down to his waist and began gently kissing and licking the lycra vacuum-packing his cock to his abdomen. "I can feel how badly... they want me to cum" was all Owen could get out.

I gave out a soft moan in response, my mouth full of Tobie's fabric and Owen's cock. I wrapped my hands around his waist to feel his ass and his hips bucked involuntarily, right on the edge. After a couple minutes I felt him give in to orgasm. I held him close to me, twitching in pleasure with my arms around his thighs, tobie and I competing to see who could drink up more of his cum.

Owen collapsed onto his back, spent, and I worked my way back up to snuggle against his collarbone.

"I take it you enjoyed your first experience?" I said, caressing him carefully through Tobie's cum-soaked lycra. Not getting a response, I lifted myself off Owen's chest, a smirk playing across my face as I saw he was fast asleep.

Photo is of me. More at spandexparty.com/leggything

[leggything]

The amount of gay-to-straight, dumb jockification, masculinity-is-not-toxic huhuhu stuff I see on this web site is depressing. Like as someone who fantasizes about turning into a piece of clothing, I think y'all need to address your inner demons.

[leggything]

Little photoshoot in some new ballet gear.

[leggything]

Look how small you got bro. You look adorable with your muscles all smoothed out and your body hair all gone. You barely noticed me when you were team captain but now, that look in your eye, I could swear you enjoy how fragile my big hands make you feel.

So what do you say, want to check out what we can do with your new body? Or should I make a few more adjustments on my watch and see how small you really can get?

[leggything]

Let’s talk honestly

So I just wanna share where I’m at these days with Tumblr, the community, and some concerning developments as of late. Firstly, I want to thank all 5k of you for supporting me for almost a decade on this platform. It has been a wild ride with ups and downs but this community has really given me an overall positive impact on my self image, bettered my writing skills, and helped to come to terms with who I am as a person and as a kinkster. So above all, I have so much gratitude for y’all, thank you.

Over the last couple of months, I have taken notice to some difficulties on behalf of Tumblr and their censorship efforts against queer erotic writing. I have had to fight more flags and community labels than ever before, and it has really affected my desire and motivation to publish more stories. If only certain folks with their mature censor turned off can read my posts, that fuckin sucks. But I admittedly got rather stoned last night and thought about why Tumblr is cracking down so viciously on our content. I think I’ve come to my own conclusion there.

I am and have been extremely alarmed by a number of tropes that have become relatively commonplace in recently posted tf prose. As I have mentioned countless times before, underage people have no business being in your sexual fantasy fiction whatsoever. The amount of writers I’ve seen recently posting stories focusing on 12-16 year of children being erotically transformed is disturbing to put it delicately. Especially those which maintain the children’s psychological age intact, but even without that trope it is inappropriate, unacceptable, and should not be platformed on Tumblr.

In addition, I’d like to touch on another trope: homophobic tf. Now I have no issue whatsoever with Gay to straight, as being straight is a valid expression of sexual orientation. There is nothing wrong with featuring characters from a wide array of identities. That being said, this new content of lib to con, MAGA tf, gay bashing tf… it’s disgusting. In the current world we live in, these types of archetypical characters do exist in the real world and are causing real significant harm to queer folks. These groups of people are actively, in their own words, trying to eradicate the LGBT community in America. These types of people exist all over the world as well, and queer identifying people live in legitimate, actual fear for their lives. I question why we fetishize individuals who seek a literal genocide of an entire peoples, and whether it is acceptable to do so. I point to the fetishization of Nazism as an apt comparison: a hypermasculinized group of people who sought eradication of a group of people based solely on concrete identities which could not be changed. I believe we as a community have rightly deplatformed such content, and I cannot fathom why this current iteration is in such a Renaissance.

These are just two examples of obvious reasoning as to why Tumblr might righteously suppress tf erotica on their platform. Can I blame them? No. Frankly, I understand completely. If the community refuses to monitor and moderate its on content, then Tumblr as the platform most certainly will.

I’m unsure as to what the future looks like for Ides, as this current trajectory is not something I’d like to participate in. I’m hoping like minded writers will be a bit more critical in choosing the tropes and prompts for their stories, but in all honesty, I have significant doubts. Rest assured, I will touch base with y’all before I do anything drastic. But in my opinion, the writing is on the wall.

[leggything]

Coach's high standards for his team went far beyond their work on the field. Instead of just having them take a ballet class to be lighter on their feet he went the extra mile and used a spell to temporarily give his starting lineup the bodies of ballet dancers. He hoped learning and performing an actual show would give them a leg up on the competition.

This picture was taken on the final night of performances, just before the coach had planned to give them back their old beefy bodies. But unbeknownst to him, the players' ballet bodies awakened a new kind of passion in the team and brought them closer in all sorts of ways. None of them wanted to turn back. In fact they had planned a surprise for coach to thank him. From now on he'd give his team a real leg up as the company's lucky pair of tights, shared among all the proud new dancers.

Idea planted in my head by @brandedx2

Teatro alla Scala

[leggything]

My buddy and I had a bit of a friendly rivalry going on. We were both in the same cycling club and had made a bet on who could place higher throughout the summer racing season. I was leading by a few points by the penultimate race, I am the stronger cyclist after all, but I had tweaked my knee towards the end of the race and the club doctor insisted I end my season early. Of course my buddy, prick that he is, insisted that the last race would still count towards our bet, saying some shit about “cycling is about endurance,” like he wouldn’t be begging to call off the bet if I was still in the race.

Whatever. He could try to beat me but I wasn’t going to make it easy, and even if I couldn’t actually ride I wasn’t going to sit out the last race of the season altogether. See I had this bottle of solution gifted from a former partner that made it possible to merge someone with the clothing they were wearing. This person I was dating had a kink for being objectified, literally, and would use the solution to turn into my underwear or my workout gear. They forgot the solution at my place after spending last week as my socks and I figured they wouldn’t notice if a couple drops went missing.

So the night before the race I took my time doing PT exercises for my knee and slipped into the club lockers after the rest of the team went for dinner. My buddy forgot his lock as usual so I unlatched the locker to see his favourite racing kit hanging ready for tomorrow. I stripped out of my own clothes & stowed them in my locker and stood naked holding the black and red kit. Filling the eyedropper with solution I let three drops fall onto the crotch of the kit and quickly pulled it on before it started to dry. Feeling the pad pushing the damp fabric into my perineum sent a shiver through me and as I pulled the zipper up to my neck I felt an almost electric surge spark through the suit.

I had to act fast, I had seen how quickly the solution would act but I didn’t anticipate the euphoric effects of the process. All I wanted to do was rub my hands along the fabric of the suit as my body was sucked into its fibres but I had to focus. Stowing the bottle of solution into my locker I latched and locked it closed. Then, letting out an involuntary moan as every movement i made in the suit felt like the edge of orgasm, I squeezed my head and shoulders into my buddy’s locker and attempts to slip the arms of the hanger, with quite some difficulty, between the fabric of the suit and my shoulders. It was difficult to manager in the tight space but I was running out of time, the black fabric of the suit weaving it’s way down my arms as my fingers began to shrink away. Just in time I got the hanger secured and I felt myself swing back as my legs, which had been hanging outside the locker, disappeared into the suit. I expected to bang back into the wall of the locker but instead I swung lightly from the hanger, my body already hollowing out as the kit pulled it in. With what was left of my disappearing arm, I nudged the door closed and felt it latch shut, sealing me in darkness.

It was a bit of a head trip hanging from a hanger as a sentient piece of fabric but I tried to stay focused on the task ahead. My awareness had changed - I still had sight but my vision was slightly blurred and was distributed throughout the suit giving me wider awareness. I found that if I concentrated I could expand and contract my fibres slightly. Feeling my own fabric rub against itself caused a thrilling sensation to run through me and I couldn’t help thinking about how amazing it would feel to have my buddy’s body stretching me out and rubbing against me. I tried not to stay focused and not get lost in the fantasy, but what else is an empty cycling kit supposed to do in a dark locker but rub itself raw thinking about how it feels being worn.

The rest of the night stretched on but soon enough I heard the locker unlatch and felt a hand pull me off the hanger. I didn’t know what time it was but my buddy must have been running late because he wasted no time pulling me on and zipping me up. I almost lost my mind feeling his smooth thighs pulling me tight, my zipper holding me close against his torso and my pad caressing his— okay focus. I could see why my partner was into this, I might have to ask him to switch roles after I get him back his solution. But my buddy was taking his place with the team, I felt our teammates slapping his back as they traded words of encouragement, one of them tapped his ass affectionately and I felt my buddy’s cock chub up a bit against me. Filed that one away for a later razzing.

The gun went off and the team took off, my buddy jostling for a spot near the front of the peloton. I felt determination rippling through him, he would have to finish in the top two spots to gain enough points to win our bet so no room for missteps. But a misstep was exactly what I was hoping to create and, wrenching my attention away from how good my pad felt squished against him by the bike seat, I got to work. I focused every fibre of my being on squeezing his left thigh, trying to make him cramp. I held on for several minutes while his hamstrings pumped inside me as he snuck closer to the front of the race. No luck, the extra compression seemed, if anything, to help him pump harder. I tried to focus on his right shoulder instead, pulling tight around his shoulder blade and socket to tip him off balance but all I managed to do was to wedge myself tighter into his armpit. He was still pulling ahead, having broken out of the peloton and drafting the front group of four cyclists. I had to find some way to through him off before he climbed further.

Then I let my attention drift to the place I had been avoiding. His balls, nestled in my pad and his cock resting flaccid against my fabric. Just one blow to the testicles would be enough to take him out but I didn’t have that kind of control. I would have to be gentler. Instead of squeezing like I had with his muscles I gently tightened and loosened my fibres around him in a delicate massage. It worked immediately, his cock clubbing up slightly against my tight lycra.

It was strange how intimately I could feel his concentration break, his shoulder muscles tensing inside me as he realized with a mix of horror and perverted pleasure that he was starting to get hard. I loved how flustered I had made him and redoubled my efforts, squeezing myself rhythmically against his cockhead as it began to peek upwards and out from under my pad. I noticed with pleasure that he was starting to slip backwards and he did to, he tried to adjust his position on the seat to calm his growing distraction but the movement just threw off his cadence and gave me more opportunity to tease him. I was surprised how much I enjoyed feeling his muscles squirm against me, his cock twitching in protest and pleasure inside my fabric — not in a sexual way of course, I was just enjoying how hard I made him, I mean how hard I made the RACE for him.

Because of my distraction he was far behind the four leaders by the time we approached the straightaway into the finish, there was no way he would win the bet this way. But just as it seemed I had won I felt him stand up on his bike like he was climbing a mountain, pushing harder than he had the full race. It was obvious to me that he was trying to keep my padding from pushing into him and arousing him, but I wasn’t going to give up without a fight. As he surged up towards the leaders I flexed every fibre I had, pushing my pad against his perineum and cupping his balls, vibrating against the length of his cock but he kept surging, passing the fourth place cyclist and then the third with only 500 meters to go. I could feel his embarrassment soaking into me with his sweat as the cheering crowd watched him, fully erect inside me and standing upright on his bike where everyone could see. I pressed against him in every way I could as he pulled up aside the second place cyclist and buzzed over the finish line just a hair ahead.

I could feel his chest heaving with pride after the race as he gulped air and slapped the backs of his fellow cyclist. I could only feel disgust and disappointment as he reached down and touched my fabric, pushing his still hard cock down against his thigh in an attempt to hide it. But as he and the other medalists approached the podium, I saw one more opportunity to exact revenge. He may have won the bet but I wasn’t defeated yet.

As he climbed to the second place position I went full tilt on him again: rubbing myself against his nipples and massaging the length of his beautiful cock, I mean his pathetic cock, right. He let out an audible grunt of surprise and jerked his hips forward involuntarily, causing the other medalists to look over in confusion. I felt his ass clench as I pushed my pad up against his hole, trying to hit every erogenous zone. I knew he would be exhausted from all the edging during the race and it wouldn’t be long before he gave into me. Sure enough, just as he reached his hands cautiously away from covering his crotch to take the medal being presented to him I gave his cockhead one last rubbing and he gasped aloud, involuntarily lurching forward and grabbing the shoulder of the presenter to steady himself as a visible wet spot bloomed through my tight fabric to the shock of the presenters, medalists, and gathered crowd. Mission accomplished.

“What the fuck just happened?” I heard him think

“Oh my god he completely soaked me, I can even taste his cum.” I thought

“Wait, I recognize that voice,” I heard him think again, “who is that?”

“Wait, he can hear me think? How does that work?”

“Oh my god it’s you!” He thought, “couldn’t just accept defeat so you used inanimation solution to try to stop me from winning our bet. How pathetic.”

“Hey, I’m not the one standing in front of a crowd of people with cum leaking through your suit. How do you know about the solution anyway?”

“I’m not the one who turned into fabric just to jerk off their rival, you could have just asked. And as far as the solution, I’ve played around with it — obviously you haven’t or you’d know that either party coming to orgasm forges a telepathic connection between clothing and wearer.”

“You kinky bastard, when this solution wears off I’m going to beat your ass. Bet’s off man!”

“Sure maybe I’m a bit kinky, but it seems you might be as well. And as far as the solution wearing off, you won’t turn back until you’re off someone’s body for at least an hour - and I don’t plan on taking you off any time soon. In fact, maybe I’ll spill a couple more loads into you before I rinse you off in the shower.”

With that I fell silent and he stepped off the podium, embarrassed yes, but vindicated as well. And when I saw the open mouthed stares ogling my cum-soaked fabric, it felt like their looks of disgust were directed, not at him, but at me.

Many thanks to @fullgear1215 for the story idea and for the photos 😇

[leggything]

I can’t believe it worked! My magic spell shrunk you down to 6 inches tall! That’s awesome haha you look like a dick! And I’m gonna step on you, dude. Oh yeah, I’m gonna step on you. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna crush you… yet. I’m gonna go easy on you, rest the sole of my foot on your puny little body, and you’ll get pushed into the sand you’re laying in and be forced to sniff and lick my gigantic foot. How’s that sound, shrimp? There we go, you like that? Being pushed down and dominated by my foot? Hahahaha I bet you do, tiny dick. Maybe I should just stomp on you. Nah. How about I pick you up and stuff you in my speedo and save you for later. You wanna snuggle up with my fat cock that’s bigger than your entire body, boy? You wanna hug my humongous balls? There you go. You’re barely gonna be able to breathe in there. Tightly smuggled in my swimsuit. You love it. You’re so submissive when I’m this big compared to you. You love your giant king, huh? Good boy.

[leggything]

QuickStep was not prepared for the impact the initial group of permanent sponsors would have. After seeing how happy, not to mention horny, the cyclists were in their new lycra skin, more cyclists and even regular people were eager to go through the bonding process themselves.

Soon more and more people were out in the streets in quick step suits, feeling the breeze against their new bodies and the constant urge to be touched. QuickStep would have to pivot its business strategy if it was going to keep up with demand.

[leggything]

We see what this man is up to right?

[leggything]

Saw someone asking for a TF version of an erotic ‘Would You Rather’ game with their followers, so I decided to make one.

[leggything]

As the bonding ray finished it’s 360 degree swing around the team, they played with their new augmented bodies. Testing the sensation of new nerve endings on their lycra chests, feeling the seamless transition between fabric and skin on the thigh, and stretching the lycra of their new flexible torsos to feel it snap satisfyingly back into shape. Quick Step had paid good money for these permanent endorsement deals and they were going to get their money’s worth — as long as the team stopped touching each other long enough to get on a bike.

[leggything]

A story for @liamstfstories​ & @sebastian-pickering93​

Seb decided to give his boyfriend Liam one last present,before the new year.

He decided to turn Liam into his underwear for a week.Seb found out how to change people and knew he had to change Liam.With an snap of his fingers and a flash of light,Liam was just a pair of black undies for Seb,complete with a protection curse to keep Liam’s mind safe.

Seb laughed,looking at the underwear in front of him.He gently picked them up and whispered to them “Happy Christmas Liam!”.He felt the undies move slightly in his hands,fully aware but unsure of what has happening.He took off his clothes and pulled up the living underwear and was impressed by just how comfy and snug his boyfriend was.He could feel Liam tighten and snuggle around him.He sat on his chair and thought a selfie wearing Liam,laughing as he did it.He rubbed his manhood through the fabric,where his boyfriends face now was.

”Get comfy,Liam” he said smiling “This is going to be a fun week!”.Liam could only squeeze his boyfriends junk in response,sucking in his sweat,as he did.He was already in bliss.

[leggything]

It was my first time back at the pool after everything changed. It had taken a several months for the government to figure out ways for us tinies to travel around the city safely. Things still weren’t perfect but my driver got me to the pool okay, even carrying me through the entrance so I didn’t have to walk all the way to the pool’s tiny end.

I used to swim a lot back when I was normal sized — I mean big I guess — since this is my normal size now. I hadn’t gotten up the courage to come back, especially since it would be more likely for big guys to want to play with me in my speedo than my normal clothes and that still made me nervous.

See, when things changed no one knew why it was only men that shrunk, or why some men shrunk and others stayed big. Then folks slowly began to realize that all us new tinies had been, uhh, submissive I guess you would say, before all this happened. Pretty much every gay couple had become a tiny and big pairing and it was always the bottoms that shrunk.

Not everyone who shrunk was gay of course. I’m not into guys really or… I wasn’t before I guess. I didn’t even think of myself as submissive really but being tiny has made me confront the fact that I’ve always longed to be… handled by someone bigger and stronger.

That’s why it’s kind of risky being out in public as a tiny - everyone automatically knows that I, that tinies I mean, love to be played with. Big guys are usually considerate and ask first but some just go ahead and pick you up, since they know we generally enjoy not being given a choice.

As if on cue, a man sits down poolside, trapping me between his thighs and the water.“Hey cutie,” he says looking down “I like your suit - what do you think of mine?”

I glanced up at his red and black striped speedo, his semi pushing visibly against the fabric, and gulped - feeling my own cock starting to stiffen in my swimsuit. There goes my workout plan.

“Aww don’t be shy” the big guy said, inching his crotch forward “I promise my cock doesn’t bite! Why don’t you come give it a hug.”

*inspired by a convo with @dannerworld about their shrinking fantasies*

Poolside

[leggything]

What’s that, gay boy? “Nice gear”? Haha! Thanks.

What if we told you you could get real up close and personal with these spandex bike shorts? Yeah?

Knew you’d like that. We can spot a fetishizer from miles away. We ride towards the nearest one and tease him, like we’re doing to you now. You wanna be my shorts, or my buddy Joe’s?

That’s right. Be. Not wear, not keep, not try on, not sniff, you freak, but BE the shorts. We’re gonna turn you into one of our new bibs and ride home in ya. And then maybe we’ll turn you back, maybe you won’t? What do ya say?

I knew you’d say yes. That’s my pheromones working on your mind. Now sit still, look into my eyes, and let my magic work on you. You’re gonna make a great pair of stretchy lycra shorts.

[leggything]

Sleepyhead

Part 2 here

“Alright sleepyhead, time to get going,” I said, giving Tobie’s shoulder a little rub to try to rouse them, “we’ve got half an hour until we need to meet the guys.

In response, Tobie gave a little half-asleep mumble and readjusted, kicking their leg over mine and tightening their embrace a little.

I let out a little sigh of frustration, trying not to acquiesce to their insistent cuddling. I thought this would happen; I reminded Tobie last night that we had our weekly Saturday run in the morning but they insisted they’d be fine and that we should stay up a little longer to finish the bottle of wine we had opened for dinner.

“Babe I’m not going to miss another run, we already skipped last week. You can stay in bed if you want but I’m going to go.”

I tried to detach myself from Tobie’s embrace but they pulled me back in insistently. “Mmmmm—noooo,” they groaned, “I want to come but can’t we just cuddle a little longer?”

They nuzzled their head in under my chin and gave me a slow little kiss on the neck. It would have been cute if they weren’t being so infuriating. I gave in a bit to their hug and planted a kiss on their forehead. “If we don’t leave now we’ll be late, now let’s go.”

“Hhhmmmm—“ was their only response as they burrowed decidedly against me.

“Well, I guess that’s the way it’s going to go,” I thought to myself as I squeezed Tobie a bit tighter and focused on the shape of their body. I felt them exhale as they began to deflate against me, their legs — already tangled with mine — spiralling tightly around my calves and thighs. Their upper body slipped downward as their embracing arms came to rest as a drawstring around my waist and their face nestled into my crotch.

I felt them wiggle with surprise as they realized too late what was happening but they quickly melted back into a sleepy tight embrace as their form solidified as a pair of black running tights.

With Tobie finally in a manageable position I jumped out of bed and slipped on shirt, socks, and shoes and ran out the door.

As I jogged down the block I felt Tobie lovingly squeeze the contours of my body. I had a suspicion that this might have been their plan all along. We hadn’t had time to play as each other’s clothes for a while and we were both certainly missing it.

I waved to the other guys as I jogged up to the meeting spot, just on time. “Hey Sam, glad you could make it! No Tobie today?”

“Well, they wanted to stay in but I dragged them along anyway.” I said, snapping my Tobie tights playfully against my thigh.

“Ah, lucky for them.” I noticed a couple group members eyeing my legs with a knowing desire.

“I know they’ll make it up to me later.” I said as we set off on the route, feeling Tobie snuggle against me, still half-asleep in their inanimate state.

Photos included are of me.

[leggything]

Closer Together

When you brought home those transformation candies to bring us closer together I was wary. We were fairly adventurous in the bedroom and had discovered we both had a thing for lycra but the idea you had of turning yourself into a zentai suit for me to wear was a lot to wrap my head around. It was risky too - we both knew that if one of us came to orgasm while wearing the other, the transformation would become permanent. We had built up a lot of trust together - more than with any of my other partners - but I was still afraid I would lose control and end up losing you in the process.

But we were both still curious and turned on by the idea, so after a few intense discussions, you swallowed the square green candy and gave me a kiss as the transformation set in. At first the candy seemed just like an intense aphrodisiac, you were as hard as I’ve ever felt you and your were touching and rubbing all over my body. Then I noticed your skin starting to take on a green tinge and a fine fabric texture that drove me wild. I ran my hands all over your changing body as we kissed and noticed your cock had become stuck against your stomach - reduced to a quickly shrinking bulge running along your abdomen.

As I ran my hand along your crotch I broke away from our kiss. You looked at me with a mixture of love, lust, and calm before you closed your eyes and let the fabric erase them. I watched a satisfied smile spread across your lips as your nose disappears and I dove back in for one final kiss, feeling your lips bond together into your featureless lycra head.

I lifted you into my lap - you were surprisingly light now - and felt you exhale against my cheek as you began to loose shape. As you wrapped your deflating arms around me, I became afraid you were gone forever - but the buzz and vibration of your spandex skin where I touched you reassured me that you were much more than conscious.

Holding you, I could feel your ache to be worn and as I pulled down your zipper I felt the same desire. Your fabric felt so amazingly alive I wanted, I needed to feel you covering every inch of me. Slipping inside you, one leg at a time, I could barely contain myself - feeling your fabric tingling against me as I slid my leg down. Your toes-holes practically leap onto my feet, tickling my soles. I pulled you up to my waist and felt your vibrations starting to tease my cock so intensely that I pull you back down sharply and scold you to not push me too fast. The way you gripped each cheek of my ass and hugged my abdomen as I pulled you up onto my upper body felt like you were made of muscle - holding tight to my every curve.

Pulling on your hood I was surprised to feel your kiss again, somehow coming from inside your fabric skin. I breathed through your face as you caressed my lips, pressing ever so slightly against my mouth - and against my asshole I noticed - while I reached for the zipper.

Such ecstasy and anticipation as I teased you, pulling the zipper slowly up my back. In a way, you were wearing me as much as I was wearing you holding onto me like a precious possession. Finally, with the zipper pulled all the way up to the nape of our neck we were fully together. I felt the entirety of your full body hug and couldn’t help but rub my hands against your fabric, against my body, against us. I felt you squeezing me ever tighter but I also felt my body flexing and expanding, trying to stretch you to your limit. It must have been a residual effect of the candy but I swear I was growing into you as you pressed into me - pushing into the barrier where I ended and you began until we started to become one.

Sure enough, as I rubbed my hand across our body, it didn’t feel like your fabric, it felt like our skin - the tingling I had felt when I first slipped into you was our tingling now. We noticed my breathing becoming less prominent as our face began to smooth over and felt what used to be my cock melt into a sensitive round bulge at our crotch.

At this realisation of our oneness there was a small moment of panic when we tried to grab for the zipper only to realize that it had melted into our back and that we were sealed together in/as green lycra. It’s possible, we thought, that if we allowed the candy’s effects enough time to wear off we would slowly return to our individual forms - but those former selves felt so empty and incomplete compared to the us we were now. Plus, we were so horny - our whole body teetering at the edge of orgasm as we stroked our beautiful smooth fabric, tickled our lycra toes and massaged our spandex chest, squeezed our squishy bulge and squishier ass.

For a moment - right at the edge - we saw ourselves, both the individuals we had been and the composite we were now, and we decided to surrender our old selves to this new reality. We came together, not with the genitals we no longer had but with our whole beautiful body. Together in spandex bliss we came closer that we could have imagined.

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