little4thetaking - Tumblr blog

[little4thetaking]

[little4thetaking]

[little4thetaking]

"Wait, so you're wearing him right now?"

"Yep, he kept insisting on it, and eventually i just gave him what he wanted. Not that I'm complaining"

Michael pondered at the thought. His friend Brian had learned on how to transform others into... pretty much anything he wanted, and ever since then, it's been one story after another that he told him about. From parties where he had gotten a few hookups ending up adding to his now impressive physique, to bets with their human forms put up as the ante. He acted so casual about it, but no matter what, it always surprised him.

"So, what... is he right now? Your socks? Shorts?" Michael tried to guess.

"Nope. Underwear"

"O-oh..." the answer made Michael blush almost instantly. The thought of your entire being compressed into fabric and pressed around someone's crotch. If he had to be honest, he had thought about asking to Brian if he could try that on him, but he had his reservations about it. Still, with each story, these reservarions eroded, and now, hearing once again about someone that asked to be transformed.

"... can i see it?" He asks somewhat sheepishly

"What, Now? We're in the middle of a hike, Michael."

"Yeah, and fairly off-track. Plus you already came here without a shirt, and it's not like anyone else is gonna show up now"

Brian sighed, a smile forming on his lips.

"Fine, fine. You wanna see it that badly? I can give you a peek"

Despite how Brian worded that, what Michael got was more than just a peek, with brian unbuttoning and pulling his shorts down, leaving his legs and, more importantly, his crotch on full display. He saw the white fabric of the underwear enveloping Brian's junk, and for a moment, he saw it squirm for a bit, though he wasn't sure if that was just a trick of his eyes.

"So, like what you see?"

"Definitely"

"Great! Maybe next time, you'll be the one I'm wearing" Brian smirked at his friend's stunned reaction "you're not that great at hiding what you want, you know"

[little4thetaking]

JUST DO IT!

take a sniff you know you want to

#madebyafriend

[little4thetaking]

Wrong doors

In a small, but densely populated city, where residential buildings stood wall to wall, there lived a young boy named Kevin. It was an ordinary evening when Kevin, after a loud party with friends, was returning home. The night was dark, and the streets were only lit by individual lampposts, casting shadows on the sidewalks.

Kevin, who was quite intoxicated, walked unsteadily on the cobblestones. When he reached his block, his senses failed him to the extent that he mistook the floors. Instead of heading to the third floor, he went to the fifth and opened the door, which he thought led to his apartment.

Inside, at a table sat a huge, obese construction worker named Bron, who had just finished his dinner. Despite his age, Bron was a man who indulged in all pleasures, as evidenced by his figure. When he saw Kevin, his first reaction was surprise, but a strange thought quickly came to his mind.

Seeing an opportunity, Bron smiled broadly and approached Kevin, who could barely stand.

"Boy, you seem to be lost," he said amusedly, offering him a cup. "Drink this, it will help you sober up."

The drink was thick and had a strange, sweet taste. Kevin, not thinking too much, gulped it down in one go. It wasn't long before he felt his body becoming smaller and lighter. Terrified, he tried to scream, but each movement was weaker than the last.

Bron, with a cold smile, watched as Kevin shrank to the size of a tiny figurine hidden among the clothes that did not shrink. When the boy became small enough to fit in the palm of the construction worker, Bron picked him up and examined him closely.

"What an interesting transformation," he murmured to himself.

"Mmmmm," Bron hummed, delighted by the unusual situation that had unexpectedly offered him new sensations. His voice was deep and resonant.

"Now you'll be my little toy," Bron waved the boy like a puppet. "What happened!? Why am I so small!" Kevin screamed, but the construction worker didn't care.

Bron placed the boy into a jar from which there was no escape.

"I'm a bit tired and I like my victims to be fully aware of their fate, and you seem drunk... I'll take you to work tomorrow," he said, placing the jar beside his bed and falling asleep.

Kevin watched the huge body of the construction worker. His enormous belly terrified the boy, ominously rumbling every so often. Eventually, Kevin too fell asleep.

Early in the morning, Bron awoke earlier than usual and gazed appetizingly at the sleeping boy, but thought that it would be too simple...

He dressed in his work clothes, unwashed for a week, the smell of his underwear and socks permeating the apartment. He returned to the jar with the still-sleeping Kevin. Gently, without waking him, he took him between his fingers and placed him into his mouth. Suddenly, the warmth and moisture woke the boy.

Terrified, he heard loud slurping and smacking sounds—he thought it was the end. The construction worker pulled him out of his mouth—"You're delicious, boy, but I'll save you for my second breakfast," Bron said with a sinister smile. "Is this how I end up?" the boy thought, wet from saliva...

-I have an idea that you would taste even better, or at least smell like a man!- Bron pulled back his panties and put the boy screaming in terror under his sweaty balls. The boy's head was directly next to the giant's anus - that's right, boy - the construction worker laughed - see you during the breakfast break. He took his backpack and left the apartment, feeling the boy's movements in his panties.

It was a very hot day, and Bron was sweating as usual. Even his coworkers avoided him because of his smell and a certain problem after dinner... Bloated, smelly, and loud flatulence echoed throughout the construction site.

Kevin couldn't believe what was happening; unable to move, he was forced to inhale the scents of Bron's sweat and farts. It broke him, destroyed him-the boy would agree to anything just to end his torment.

Break time arrived. In a secluded spot, the construction worker pulled out his second breakfast. He held Kevin in his hand, who tried to catch some fresh air. "How was it, boy? Did you enjoy it?" Kevin didn't respond...

"You know what time it is... My little snack," Bron sniffed Kevin—"Mmmmm, you finally smell good..."

Kevin, realizing what was about to happen, started to scream and flail his arms, trying to escape from the huge hand that was gripping him. But his voice was quiet and barely audible to the enormous construction worker. Bron opened his mouth wide and with one movement, tossed Kevin inside.

The construction worker began to savor Kevin, sucking on him like a candy. The boy stood no chance against the massive tongue, and was overwhelmed by the sound of "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Kevin slid down the wet, dark expanse of Bron's throat, his screams and attempts to escape growing more muffled. The passage was quick, but for Kevin, each second was filled with terror and disorientation. Finally, after several moments of uncertainty and darkness, Kevin found himself in the warm, moist stomach of the construction worker.

Bron, feeling the small Kevin reach his stomach, patted his enormous belly with satisfaction. The sound of the pat echoed dully, and he smiled, pleased with the delicious breakfast the boy had provided.

Bron felt faint movements in his stomach—gentle, yet distinct. The boy still tried to break free, but his movements were growing weaker. Feeling these slight signs of life, Bron burst into deep, resonant laughter.

"Soon you'll just be part of my fat, and then..." he said, stroking his massive belly, "...you'll end up as my evening crap, smelling just like the farts you've been inhaling for the past few hours."

Bron reveled in his dominance and control over the situation. The boy in his stomach was becoming quieter, and the construction worker rested during his break.

After a moment of satisfaction with the situation in which Kevin found himself, Bron got up and went to a nearby store to buy a bottle of beer. He returned, sat back down, and opened the bottle with a characteristic hiss. He drank in long gulps, the cool beverage flowing down his throat.

As the beer started pouring into Bron's stomach, Kevin, still there, felt a sudden influx of bitter, cold liquid. The boy desperately tried to avoid the waves of beer flooding him, but the space was limited and there was nowhere to hide. The beer mixed with the acidic stomach juices, creating an even more hostile environment.

Kevin struggled, pushing with his hands and feet, trying to find even a little space to breathe in the dark, crowded chamber. But with each subsequent gulp that flowed into Bron's stomach, Kevin's situation grew more hopeless. His strength waned, and his breathing became heavier.

Bron, feeling the little tugs and movements in his belly, smiled with satisfaction. He patted his ample sides as if to soothe the turmoil inside.

"Thanks for the meal, boy," he murmured, with a hint of irony in his voice.

After finishing his beer, Bron lazily stood up and continued his work. He took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of fullness and warmth spreading through his body. The smile didn't leave his face as he worked, feeling the boy's weakening movements in his stomach. Every so often, he rub his belly to wake the boy up for more struggle.

In the evening, after a day full of hard work, Bron sprawled out on the couch and watched television while stroking his enormous belly. After a short while, he felt the familiar urge... In the bathroom, as he attended to his needs, he noticed something unusual. Among the remnants resting in the toilet, he spotted small, pale fragments that looked like bones. He examined them with curiosity for a moment before realizing they were the remains of the boy he had eaten that day.

With a sense of satisfaction that the whole affair was now concluded, Bron patted his stomach saying "good job" and flushed the toilet. The water, with a loud rush, carried away everything that was left of Kevin. With a slight smile on his face, Bron left the bathroom and lay back down on the couch. That day, he also decided to leave the door open... Perhaps another snack would come his way...

[little4thetaking]

As dusk painted the skies of Glazed Grove in shades of orange and purple, Jack Tumbler found himself in a situation that was quickly spiraling into the realm of the unbelievable. The day had started innocently enough, with Jack stepping into a hidden bakery, lured by the promise of the most extraordinary donuts in town. The first donut was a voluntary act, a bite taken out of curiosity more than hunger. But what happened next would forever change Jack's view of baked goods.

After the initial bite, the baker, a man whose eccentric appearance was matched only by his zeal for his craft, revealed his intentions. "You must experience the full magic," he declared, his tone brooking no argument. Before Jack could protest, another donut was pressed to his lips, this time not a suggestion but a command.

With each forced bite, Jack's belly began to grow, slowly at first, then with alarming rapidity. It wasn't just the physical sensation of expanding, like a balloon being inflated beyond its means, but the psychological onslaught of realization that caused Jack's heart to race. Panic set in as his shirt tightened uncomfortably around his middle, the fabric stretching to accommodate his rapidly enlarging belly.

"Please, stop," Jack found himself begging, his voice a mixture of fear and disbelief. "This isn't right. I can't... I can't take any more." But the baker seemed not to hear—or chose to ignore—Jack's pleas. With a zeal that bordered on fanaticism, he continued, donut after donut, each one pushing Jack further into a state of desperation.

Jack's thoughts spiraled as he tried to rationalize his situation. How could eating donuts result in such an immediate and drastic transformation? His mind raced with thoughts of what might happen if this didn't stop soon. Would his belly grow indefinitely? Was there a limit to the magic of these cursed confections?

With every forced bite, Jack felt not only the physical weight of his expanding belly but the heavy realization of his helplessness in the situation. The baker, once a figure of quaint eccentricity, now seemed a tormentor, wielding pastries like weapons.

The townsfolk, drawn by the commotion, watched in mixed horror and fascination through the bakery's windows. Whispers and gasps filled the air, adding to the surreal nightmare that Jack was living. He could feel the eyes on him, the spectacle he had become, his rugged features now overshadowed by the grotesque enormity of his belly.

As the ordeal continued, Jack's resistance waned, his energy sapped by the relentless force-feeding and the sheer volume of his belly. His pleas turned to whispers, then to resigned silence. The baker, undeterred, maintained his manic pace until he finally stepped back, as if admiring a masterpiece.

Jack was left in the aftermath, his thoughts a tangled mess of fear, disbelief, and a peculiar resignation. His belly, a monument to his ordeal, stood as a testament to the night he was force-fed magic donuts by a baker who knew no bounds.

[little4thetaking]

Noah chuckled as he took his shoes off and looked at his dad. His dad told Noah he'd no longer support him financially, that he has to get a job. This didn't go down well. Noah used the TF app on his phone he created himself and turned his dad into a pair of socks.

"Gonna cut me off huh old man? Well I've cut ya off from being human"

It had been a month and he's worn his dad every day without washing him. His dad reeks! Noah chuckled and in fact did actually get a job. A job in the porn industry. So it all worked out. But he decided his dad is just socks, and will remain as such.

[little4thetaking]

"What a twat. I only said one day so you'd agree. And its been a week, my balls really fucked your mind already huh bro? Well back on ya go. I won't be talking to you ever again, people would think I'm weird talking to my jock"

His brother fell victim to his big bros TF obsession. His brother within days later became his big bros cumrag, thing to piss on, shared with his mates. It was only a month later when his brothers mind has been completely warped and all it thought about was serving his master.

Within 6 months he tossed his former brother into the fireplace where useless worn clothes go.

[little4thetaking]

"Whats that son? Have I seen your boyfriend? Oh I have, he's this fleshlight. He came over to see you but he accidentally stepped on and broke your brother the old fleshlight, so I used my TF device on your boyfriend. Tell ya what son, he's pretty good fleshlight"

Noahs dad said while using his sons boyfriend right in front of him. Finally his dad came deep in the fleshlight making the transformation permanent.

"Here son, you can have a go"

His dad hands him his former boyfriend dripping dads cum.

[little4thetaking]

#399

“Oh man, Fuck!...  Oh sorry you had to hear that call.  Didn’t mean to interrupt you enjoying your brew.  It’s just that my girlfriend makes me so fucking pissed off….  Get this, she knows I work 14 days straight busting my ass on that drilling rig.  I am about to head home for four days of rest.  That’s a 7-hour drive, each way.  So she tells me that her sister and mother are in town staying with us.  My days of relaxing are shot to shit.  And worse yet there’s no way I’m getting her pussy.  I probably won’t even get head.  Ain’t that shit?...

“Oh sorry.  I forget that I’m not with a dozen or so other roughnecks out in the field.  All they talk about is pussy.  Most of them don’t have a girlfriend, let alone a wife.  Hearing them go on and on about fucking and getting a blow job, I forget that other people might talk about something else.

“My god, I just wanted to get home and kick back with a beer and get some head.  You know the kind of blowjob that goes on for an hour and it relaxes your entire body.  That doesn’t even include blowing your wad.  You know what I’m talking about?

“Oh there I go again.  Sorry if I’m telling too much....  I do that when I start drinking.   Do you care if I talk about getting blown?...  Good.  Thought so.  What man doesn’t want head at the end of weeks of working damned hard? 

“…Here’s to blowjobs!  Cheers! 

“Hey Frank! Get my friend here another beer….  Nah!  Put your money away.  I got this. 

“So your car broke down?...  We are one of two taverns for twenty miles.  The other is by the interstate one mile away.  At this time of day it’s quite deserted.  We typically only get locals in here.  That is, unless you are having work done at Mike Larson’s garage.  There’s not that much out here, just the garage, Frank’s tavern, the lodge, and the oilfield’s main office over there across the creek.  Was I right?  Is it your car?

“…That was not a happy nod.  So, you’re here for tonight… Oh wait, the garage is closed for the weekend.  You are here until Monday?  …Again, that nod tells me everything.  Well to make matters worse, there are no available women for at least 50 or 60 miles.  This is what this hellhole has to offer. 

“I don’t know about you but it looks like it’s going to be an evening of pounding the pud.  And when I get done, I’ll use my other hand to make it feel like I’m getting a handjob from someone else.

“Goddamn my girlfriend fucked this all up.  I only had this weekend off, before I have to report back here to start filling in for a bud on Wednesday.  She thought that I would want to spend time with her fucking family.  Sometimes I wonder why I’m still with her.

“You have a wife or girlfriend?... 

“…Huh!  Well, sometimes I wish I was like you, single.  But sometimes I really need to get my balls drained.  She gives great head though.  She’s the only girlfriend I had who can take my head in her throat.  I have a big schlong, and every woman I dated complained about its size.  It takes her a long time to throat me.  Most of the time I get frustrated, and I wind up grabbing her head and fucking her mouth.  Eventually it ends in her throat.  She has never taken me down to the root.

“But I really have to be buzzed to get into skull fucking the bitch.  The part she really hates is me dick slapping her.  As I said, I have a gigantic dick.  Smacking her upside her head with my cock usually throws her off balance.  So does a face slap with my hand. 

“When I get in the zone, I am all kinds of aggressive.  I am only after one thing, to bust my nut.  If that means roughing up the bitch, then she’s going to get roughed up.  If I’m drunk enough, I’ll not only fuck her cunt, but she’ll take me in her ass.

“Right now, if she were here, I would be fucking her in every position in every hole.  I wouldn’t care if she was enjoying it.  I’m so fucking horny.  I would use any woman right now.  I can’t have a weekend of jerking off.  Hell, if there was a faggot, I would use him the same way. 

“And it’s a good thing that I have a faggot sitting not ten feet away from me, paying attention to every word I say, licking his lips every time I mention blowjobs, and responding with awkward silence when I asked if he had a bitch back home.  No straight man acts this way.

“I would ask you if you are a cock sucking faggot, but we both know the answer.  Don’t we?  So this is what is going to happen.  I’m going to walk over there, to the men’s toilet.  You want my fat hog in your faggot throat, you follow me in.  Don’t say a word.  Get on your faggot knees and open your faggot mouth. 

“I’ll give you until I drain my piss.  If you don’t come in at that time, then you better be out of here and hide in your room at the lodge.

“I really got to piss, so you don’t have much time….

“…Well fuck.  I would have thought you would have taken some time to think about it.  But OK.

“I really have to piss.  While I do that get in the stall and on your knees.  Be ready for me.  I swear, the beers just pour right through me.  Oh, this feels good—

“What the fuck?  I’m not done pissing….  Oh?  So, you are one of those kinds of faggots.  Nasty piss drinking faggot!  Oh fuck, your mouth feels good.  You are definitely getting a reaction out of my hog.  That’s it for my piss for now.

“Faggot, see how big it is?  You think you can take it?

“Jesus fuck!  Right to the root with no problem!  Holy shit.  You faggots know what you are doing.  Oh man.  This is… fuck!  Oh my god! 

“Bob up and down.  Go head-to-root-to-head-to-root.  Fuck!  This is the blowjob I have been looking for all my life.  Lucky me I found me a faggot with car problems.

“Pull off.  I said, ‘Pull off!’  Look up at me.  Hold still…. 

“…What?  Nothing?  I just gave you one of the hardest bitch slaps I have ever given and you just take it….  Wait, what did you just say?  Did you just thank me… for bitch slapping you?

“Get up.  Get your faggot-ty ass up.  Let’s go.  Move!

“We are going to my room at the lodge.  You are going to spend your night with me. 

“Pay Frank your tab and leave a good tip.  Meet me outside…  A fifty?  You know what a good tip is, that or you didn’t care to wait for him to give you change.

“OK faggot.  I have never used a fag before.  But damn, that one minute in the toilet told me I have been missing out. 

“Over here.  I’m the last room.  The lodge is free for us roughnecks.  The company pays for our housing.  My room is at the end.  It’s a glorified motel room.  I have tons of beer.  You won’t get any, at least not without it going through me first.  Never did that before, but fuck I liked it.

“I plan on being here for four days.  You are going to spend your time with me and my cock down your throat.  You probably take it up your ass.  I will definitely try that out.

“Now listen up.  I have no interest in you or your dick.  I ain’t sucking you or getting fucked by you.  You try anything like that, and I will beat the shit out of you.  Understand me?...  Understand me faggot? “And keep up the ‘Yes Sir!’  I like the sound of that.  Here we are.  Faggot this is all new for me.  But I will tell you this, I am liking what has been done so far.  I’m so ready to do this.  My cock has not lost it’s hard on.  I may never go back.  Faggot get inside and strip!”

[little4thetaking]

It's been five weeks.

I'm… Toby's jockstrap. I used to be something else, I think. A man, though by this point i don't quite remember what name was used on me.

Toby was one of my roommates, and i'm not sure if this was something of his making or simply a thing that happened. One moment, i was lounging on the living room, the next, my body was flattening, simplifying into fabric, shrinking and merging away as my clothing just… vanished, like it never existed. It was sudden i didnt quite realize what just happened until it was too late, by then i was just an unworn jockstrap left on the couch. Soon enough Toby walked in, looking frustrated, with nothing but a towel around his waist. He looked around and then and then spotted me, his expression lightened up, and, without even questioning, he dropped his towel and put me on, stretching my fabric againsy his wide frame and girthy cock. I could feel every fiber of mine formed around his girth…

I remember being surprised and even panicked, yet i couldnt move. Jockstraps dont move on their own. It feels silly to me now that i even tried back then. I heard my other roommate, ryan, talk to Toby, and none of them ever asked about me. At one point, Ryan mentioned having room for another roommate, since it was just the two of them, and i wanted to protest, but didn't. He wasnt wrong, it was just the two of them now in there.

In fact, as i continued to see things from this new self, i saw how there wasn't any trace i ever was there as a man. None of the photos featured me, none of my supposed belongings were around, nobody that allegedly knew me ever came looking for me. Even Toby and Ryan just kept on living. It was like i never existed, or rather… that i only existed as underwear. . Indeed. Even Toby never really acted in a teasing or malicious manner as he put me on. He just… used me, like a jockstrap ought to be used. And as this continued, as the days went by, i felt… less panicked about my current self, less desperate. Less human. And a lot more at peace.

The notion I was once human doesn't really seem real to me sometimes. It feels like something i imagined. It feels right to admit i was just underwear all this time, even if i can remember human memories, though only vaguely by this point. There are even times where i dont even really…. think. No words, no images, nothing. I just exist, and feel, as mere fabric around toby's frame. Just like a regular jockstrap. It started with a few minutes every now and then, but it's been going on for longer and longer as the days pass. Hours without a single thought, as just an ordinary jockstrap, tightly wrapped around Toby's groin…

If i was still convinced i was human at one point then, i guess i should be panicking more. But i dont. It still feels amazing, even if on those times i dont have the mind to comprehend it.

Im just being used. As i ought to be.

[little4thetaking]

Aaah. There we go. You're quite comfy like this, you know? You sure you dont want want to stay like this?

I know the offer was to make you become just like me. I wasn't lying, this is just the process. If you wanna get this body, you're gonna have to… absorb some of my essence, shall we say. A week of sweat and cum should be enough of me on you for when i revert you. If you can keep your mind after all, if not… well, i get to add one more jockstrap to my collection.

Oh, don't get used with me talking to you like that for the rest of the week, im just priming you for what to expect with this whole thing. I do wish i could hear what you're thinking right now, but it's not like a jockstrap can talk.

Good luck, boy. You'll need it.

[little4thetaking]

[little4thetaking]

"So you like my feet boy? Get down on the ground and stare at them. You're so weak for them aren't you? They hold so much power over you already and you haven't even sniffed them? Pathetic. Just give in and smell my feet so I can repurpose you to be one of my socks." Master said.

His feet held so much power over me already, just one look and I couldn't look away. Everything about them was so hot, how big they were, how sweaty they were, and their musk which was slowly already melting my mind. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed his feet, to be his sock, to serve his feet more than anything else. So I stuck my nose in his toes and inhaled.

I felt my body get lighter and lighter my mind melting away, everything about myself leaving until I was just a sock for his feet to use and wear out.

"Look at you." Master said holding me up to his eyes. "Just another pathetic little sock for me to wear out until its nothing but trash around my big sexy feet."

For @wakeup01 who provided the pictues for this caption

[little4thetaking]

[little4thetaking]

[little4thetaking]