#stolen clothes

[21wanderer]

Night at the Museum

Perhaps there had been signs he had overlooked, maybe there had been plenty of clues that something was going to happen at the museum, that someone had made plans and preparations, and it was culminating tonight.

The museum had amongst its collections, a collection of movie memorabilia, one of the memorabilia being a set of costumes of Batman and Robin from the movie of the same name from 1997 with George Clooney and Chris O'Donnell in the respective roles. A movie of questionable quality certainly, but iconic in its own way.

The suits were by no means unique, as there were made multiple of them during the taping of the movie, but now a set was on display here along side other superhero and movie pieces. As the night watch, he was responsible for keeping an eye on all these artefacts, which usually wasn’t particularly eventful, he might do some cleaning and some fixes around the museum, but otherwise, there wasn’t much to do. Not that he complained, he loved history and could enjoy the exhibits by himself. He did have a particular good eye for the Batman and Robin costumes, but apparently he wasn’t the only one.

An uneventful night became very eventful, when he entered the movie memorabilia collection, he had heard voices and went to investigate. Half of the security cameras weren’t working, which probably was a sign, that something bad was going to happen, but he still went to check. As soon as he entered the room, he was assaulted and overpowered by two masked men. They pressed him firmly against the wall, whilst stuffing a gag into his mouth, they then forced him down on a chair, and tied him to it with rope from their duffle bag. They didn’t seemed fazed by the night watch, quite the contrary, they seemed even more excited, as if they had wanted someone to witness this… And the night watch, whilst fearful and shocked, felt something stir inside him.

These two burglars were a mystery, they didn’t seem like your typical burglar, there were something strange about their approach and their goal, that the night watch would soon come to realize. He saw them approach the Batman display, whispering excitedly to one another, not even caring that he was sitting here watching everything. Had his mouth not been gagged, his jaw would have dropped, as he saw the two men do, what he had always dreamt of doing; touching the suits.

The burglars began to undress the two mannequins, the night watch trying to figure out exactly what they were doing and why. He could feel his stomach twisting and turning as he looked in fear, but also longing as the superhero costumes were disassembled and discarded on the floor.

They had undressed the two mannequins of Batman and Robin and thrown all the neoprene and leather on the floor. The night watch was baffled, if they wanted to steal the suits, why haven’t they just stuffed them in their duffle back and ran? Was there more they wanted?

From their duffle bag one of the masked figure pulled out a utility knife. A chill ran down the night watch’s spine. What were they planning? He stared entranced and fearful, his conflicting emotions made it difficult for him to think straight. He was starting to remember the potential danger he was in, he stared at it with his heart in his throat, fearing that this could turn ugly pretty quickly.

But to his surprise and bewilderment, they did something else. With the blade of the knife one of the masked men began cutting off the head of the naked Robin mannequin, he then handed it to his accomplice, who took the head and turned his back on the night watch.

With his free hand the burglar pulled off his balaclava and dropped it on the floor. The night watch could only see the back of his head, but he appeared to be young and skinny with a buzz cut haircut.

To the night watch’s big surprise the young man plunged his head into the hollowed out Robin-head, pushing and pulling the silicone into place. The night watch wouldn’t have believed it was possible, but he could not take his eyes of it. After what seemed like an eternity the new ’Robin’ turned around a flashed a smile. It was unbelievable, it was so realistic. It was like the young Chris O’Donnell stood in the room, the night watch was in awe, he now knew exactly what the burglars wanted, and he felt aroused, he felt insatiable, as terrified as he was, he wanted to see it all.

The still masked burglar nodded in approval, having dropped the headless Robin silicone mannequin on the floor, he then went over to the naked ’Batman’.

And just like before, he cut off the head, turned his back on the night watch, pulled off his mask and plunged his head into the hollowed Batman’s.

Once the other burglar was satisfied with his new face, he turned towards his accomplice, who placed his hand on the George Clooney-impersonator’s face, before leaning in and kissing him.

Despite the potential danger he was in, the night watch eagerly awaited, what he assumed the burglars would do next. He wasn’t sure they would actually do it, but they didn’t disappoint him. They stripped themselves of their black onesies, and ran the utility knife down the spines of both of the mannequins, creating large enough gaps for them to enter.

Slowly, but steadily they both began to force their way inside the hollow mannequins. The night watch felt like his nether regions were about to explode at the sight. The two men were transforming into movie stars as their scrawny bodies disappeared into the silicone, replacing them with the perfectly sculpted physiques of Batman and Robin.

There was something completely breathtaking about their actions. The night watch could only dream of what it would be like to slip into a silicone body like that, instantly gaining flawless skin, a handsome face and some quick and easy muscle mass. He wanted nothing more, than to be like those two right now.

Once they were both inside they began a process of self-gratification, rubbing their hands all over their new smooth and toned bodies. The night watch was in awe at the sight. It was flawless. The two impersonators were clearly as aroused as him as they embraced each other, kissing each other deeply and passionately with their erections pressing against each other.

Having lost any sense of time, their make-out could have lasted hours as they caressed their new ’naked’ bodies, clearly beyond satisfied with their result. But they weren’t quite done yet, there was still a final trick in their bag.

They began rubbing some sort of paste on each other’s backs and around their necks. It dawned on the night watch what they were doing… They were sealing themselves inside. He would have thought that it would have been unbearably warm inside those silicone bodies, but apparently it wasn’t the case. They were going all in, no turning back, they wanted to stay as Clooney and O'Donnell forever.

The night watch couldn’t bear it anymore, he was so full of longing and desire and without knowing it and despite the gag, he let out a deep and audible moan.

For the first time for what seemed like hours, the impersonators turned towards their spectator, they both chuckled, seemingly enjoying they were being watched. The naked George-impersonator took a few steps toward their hostage: ”I hope you are enjoying the show, it’s only halfway done.” Did he have any idea, how much their witness was into this?

’George’ flexed his right arm, it responded flawlessly, you wouldn’t believe it wasn’t real unless you had seen, what had transpired before. ‘George’ turned away, looking at ’Chris’ who had begun pulling on the Robin-costume.

The night watch stared still entranced, no longer feeling any fear, just unyielding desire. ‘Chris’ had slipped into the pants of the Robin-suit, they were a perfect fit of course, maybe even a little tighter, but the mannequin was made to fit the proportions of the suit, and now, in some bizarre way, they still were.

‘George’ had also put on the pants of the Batman-suit and then helped ‘Chris’ zipping the back of Robin’s top. ‘Chris’ returned the favour as ‘George’ slipped into Batman’s top. The mannequins were almost completely dressed, they put on the costumes’ gloves, boots, belts and capes, then ‘Batman’ pulled on his leather cowl and ‘Robin’ his mask.

The transformation was complete, it was like the mannequins had simply come to life, except it really wasn’t that. It was almost more unbelievable. The two burglars strutted around for a bit, getting comfortable in their new skins and costumes. The night watch was so deeply infatuated, he could only imagine, how they must feel, how he wanted to be them.

“Are you satisfied?” said ‘Batman’ to ‘Robin’. “Very satisfied,” ‘Robin’ replied, whilst tweaking the nipples of his suit, “this feels so good.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” ‘Batman’ responded with a chuckle, running his gloved hand down to his suit’s crotch. ‘Robin’ wrapped his arms around ‘Batman’ and pulled him towards himself and they locked lips once again. The night watch moaned again, as he felt like climaxing any moment, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. The two ‘superheroes’ turned to look at him.

”I think he’s into it!” ’Batman’ laughed to ’Robin’ like they had been completely aware of it from the start. The ‘dark knight’ walked towards the night watch, whose heartbeat began to increase with every step of the approaching ‘hero’.

‘Batman’ placed his hand firmly on the night watch’s erection, giving it a few tugs. “Yeah, you are really into it, aren’t you? We had a feeling…”

The night watch let out another moan, the culmination of a most eventful night.

‘Batman’ walked away and began picking up the clothes of their former identities, the burglars’ balaclavas, onesies and so forth, all the traces of what they had been.

’Robin’ chuckled and walked up to their hostage. He placed his boot firmly on the night watch’s aroused member and smiled the boyish smile of the young Chris O'Donnell. ’Robin’ leaned in on the night watch, their faces so close, that he could smell the silicone and the warmth radiating from it, ’Robin’ placed his mouth inches from the night watch’s ear and whispered sensually: “If you let us get away… We’ll make it worth your while. You can join us if you want. If this turns you on as much as it does us, then I think we’ll get along nicely, and we can even get you a skin like ours.”

’Robin’ stepped back, ’Batman’ was done tidying up after them.

”Give it some thought,” said ’Robin’, “we’ll make sure, you won’t regret it.” The night watch felt the ropes loosen and the gag too. ‘Robin’ then gave him a kiss on the cheek, the night watch felt the warm silicone against his skin, it felt so realistically, he then felt ‘Robin’s’ tongue in his ear, and he almost felt like fainting from the hotness.

The sound of two heavy sets of leather boots walking echoed through the empty halls as the ‘dark knight’ and the ‘boy wonder’ left the crime scene, leaving the night watch behind, pondering what his next move should be.

[trueshame]

Skinny dipper gets his clothes stolen

Location: Poland 🇵🇱 Year: 2012 Genre: Stolen Clothes, CMNM

The context: Young man takes his clothes off and gets into the river to have a swim. Another man, potentially his friend takes the man's clothes and runs away, forcing the guy to get off the water naked and run for his clothes to avoid being left naked. The video ends without clarification if the naked man retrieved his clothes.

The Naked Man

Name: Unknown Age: 18-20 (estimated) Nationality: Polish

The man decided to cover his dick with his hands and run like this. We could not perform face recovery at him but you can definitely notice the smile. Is it genuine?

The Clothed Man

Name: Unknown Age: 18-20 (estimated) Nationality: Polish

The guy who stole his clothes, definitely waiting for the right opportunity, looking at the camera man. We could perform some poor face recovery on him.

We performed in-depth analysis of the predicament:

The only available view of the man's genitals.

The man notices his clothes being taken away, he angrily reacts saying: "- Pojebało cię?", which can be translated as "are you fucking stupid?" Notice his cocky face and hands expression

The clothed guy puts the man's clothes into his backpack, then takes his shoes and waves with it giving that "see ya later" or "good luck bro" vibe.

When the man got out the water naked he had some audience. You can notice that one guy definitelly laughing out loud at him.

At the end of the video two men are walking and looking at the naked guy's bouncing cheeks. They look like they do not approve public nudity and are probably walking towards the boys to talk to them about it.

Location indicators, suggesting the more specific part of Poland where the naked run took place. You can read: Fenix, Hotel and DW ADAM. We will continue searching more specific location.

Special thanks to @cagedupyeen on Twitter and other two men that decided to stay anonymous, who helped me with translations and location identifying.

[candycutiepie]

Here we have the champion Lance locked in fierce battle with the villainous Giovanni! Or he would be, if Giovanni hadn't decided to play dirty and strip Lance to his Dratini briefs in the middle of the match. The poor dragon tamer tries to hide his humiliating choice in underwear, but the stadium's announcer is keen to describe every bit of the sight. Looks like things are gonna change around the Johto League, especially after Bruno finds out...

[bt2u]

I can’t count how many times I’ve had my clothes stolen. This time 3 punks decided to mug me and take my clothes.

“Nice undies, loser!” One said.

“He’s probably a virgin!” The second one said.

“Have a fun walk home, virgin!” The last one said.

And boy did many people get to see my “fun” walk home.

[unwinthehart]

I think I may have stumbled across another piece of clothing Ricky might have stolen (or they exchange... or both own as 2 different items LOL). It looks:  1. way too similar 2. I’ve never seen it on Mahmood afterwards But I need more opinions, so here are some pics, make up your mind? 😅

Mahmood (around April 2022):

Blanco (June 2022):

Blanco wore a similar sweatshirt around December 2021, too but that one looks a bit different (puffier, possibly warmer) contrary to Mahmood’s and Blanco’s from June. But here, just to have the full picture:

[spaceofentropy]

Wolf dream and Stolen clothes, please?

Hi, Ihni! ❤️

You managed to get exactly the most cursed WIP of the list!

"Wolf Dreams" is book 4 of my original urban fantasy series; it's in Italian and set in Milan; and it's been sitting there for more than a year, waiting for me to find the gall to finish it. So far it's 104k words of "lady monster, with her girlfriend and their friends (plus their car [EDIT: it's a cat, not a car, goodness, the demon of typos really hates me! 😭]) try to repay a debt to a werewolf. Undead, elves and magical weird shit abound."

As for "Stolen clothes", so far it's just a concept born from a Twitter exchange. A little Mungrove modern one shot about the fact that (and I quote the entire content of my document)

Eddie steals clothes from laundromats. It's never on purpose, he always thinks it was something Billy left at his place which found its way into Eddie's dirty laundry, and so he's just bringing it home to give back to Billy (and when he wears it, it's just because he sometimes likes to have a piece of Billy on himself).

And every time Billy notices because they're very not-Eddie clothes, some are even in bright colors! 😱

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

""VICK" GETS THREE YEARS PENITENTIARY," St. Catharines Standard. June 19, 1912. Page 1. --- Sentence Was Light Because Prisoner Had Been Good Four Years -Waiter Staples Gets 3 Months for Theft ---- In police court this morning the man who called himself John Vick, but whose right name is James Quinn, was sentenced to three years in the penitentiary for house-breaking and stealing clothing from a trunk stored in an office on King street. He has been in jail for four weeks, and the police have been looking up his record.

The prisoner comes from Guelph, where he was sentenced in 1897 to an eight year term for arson; and in 1908 he was sent to Central prison from Galt for stealing a pair of shoes. The police tried to connect him with a burglary in Owen Sound but were unable to do so. He promised if he were let off this time he would be good forevermore. The magistrate, in consideration of not finding anything against the prisoner within the last four years, sentenced him more lightly then he otherwise would, and hoped at the end of the three-year sentence he would lead a better life.

Walter Staples was up on remand on charges of stealing a raincoat and a pair of rubber boots. The case had been continued to get the evidence of Charles Boyd for the defence, and Mr. McCarron appeared.

[AL: Quinn alias Vick was 36, a printer by training but in and out of odd jobs, and an ex-convict and frequenter of jails. He was convict #F-416 this time around. He worked in the print shop at the Kingston penitentiary. He was reported once in June 1912 and admonished, and again in May 1913, and put in solitary for 24 hours. He was released in March 1915.]

[sapphirebluephoenix]

I blame Therum and Jade Dragon for this.

Kate and Sterling stealing each other's clothes :

Mara stealing their clothes :

*points* Short.

(Sterling let her keep the hoodie because he's a simp- what?)

I physically can't get this out of my head.

Oh yeah, and then I found this :

I have no motivation but I also can't stop thinking about it. Help.

[candied-pear]

He bought it as a gift for Churro so he could wear it instead.

[bearyvv]

Stole Leah’s sweater ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[21wanderer]

Final Goal

Body a day - #30: Pecs

The final entry in @max-the-many's challenge.

“Paul? Why?” those were Lucas’s last words before he collapsed on the floor, his hand still pressed against his throat, his gaze becoming vacant. I chuckle, “you really haven’t figured out yet? I’m not Paul,” I pinch my cheek and pull, making my face distort grotesquely as Paul’s face detaches from my own underneath. I let go and Paul’s face snaps back in place, restoring my disguise. There’s a brief expression of soul-crushing horror on Lucas’s face, but then it disappears as the sparks in his eyes fade.

“Paul was a really nice disguise, as was your other friend, Stefan, but they were just the means to an end,” I say gloatingly to the unconscious hunk on the floor, kneeling to stay level with him, “you were always my final goal!”

There’s no response, Lucas seems to be well on his way in the conversion, soon he’ll be ready to wear.

“All it took was a couple of bodysuits to get close to you, your friends will become part of my collection, but you – you are the crown jewel.”

I begin to undress, taking off Paul’s bike leathers, his undersuit and the rest of his motorcycle equipment.

I place my hands on Paul’s forehead and begin to push it backwards, causing his mouth to expand for my own head to poke through it. Feeling the air on my original face feels strange and weirdly unfamiliar, but I’m not staying like this for long, once I’m inside Lucas, I’ll never take him off again.

Slowly I squeeze out of Paul’s skin, struggling to get my body out of his. It isn’t exactly a graceful transition as I clumsily pull out of Lucas’s biker friend, then again nobody is going to know.

I let go of Paul’s skin, letting it collapse on the floor as I eye up my new possession: Lucas Wilson.

He’s ready. I lift up the hollowed-out skinsuit, that used to be Lucas. I was aroused and excited with making this my new permanent body, but I wanted to savour the moment. I strip Lucas, pulling off his clothes piece by piece, placing them in a neat little pile, smelling them as I remove them – it’s a musk, I can’t wait to make my own.

Stripped naked like myself, I admire Lucas’s beautiful and sculpted body, those gorgeous muscles, especially those pecs. And they are all mine!

I carry the Lucas-suit into his bedroom, technically it’s my bedroom now – almost. I place it on the bed, even when deflated and visibly hollow, this body still looks amazing.

I run my fingers gently across his impressive chest, his defined abs, (they aren’t exactly rock-hard, but they will be, once I’m inside,) his well-endowed… his thick thighs and calves. I also run my fingers down his massive arms, from his broad shoulders, to his toned biceps and triceps and big hands. Finally I run my fingers across his angelic, handsome face, distorted by the lack of a skull, but still beautiful. I’m insatiable and feel like I’m about to burst with excitement, I can’t delay this any further.

I grab Lucas and stretching his mouth wide open, I begin to slither in. It’s always such an indescribably arousing feeling to pull on a bodysuit. It’s warm, smooth and squishy inside, and I slid my feet in like I had done a few times before taking my time to get the toes in. I pull Lucas up around my legs, his muscular legs now back to life. I slip his ass over mine and I slip my own meat into his; and like pulling it on like a condom, it springs to life, perfectly reflecting how aroused I am.

I pull Lucas’s mouth further up my torso, making my flat and featureless stomach disappear, and be replace with Lucas’s sculpted abs. I keep pulling, so that I can get the pecs almost in place, then I plunge my hands into Lucas’s impressive arms. Stretching out Lucas’s mouth wide enough to pass my shoulders, I finally get the upper torso into place. Running Lucas’s finger across my wide shoulders, muscular arms and perfect pecs, I smile to myself, before I flex hard, the muscles respond flawlessly. They are ready to serve their new master. I look at my reflection, seeing my face one final time, I must admit, that this pristine body suits me, but I want it all. I then stretch Lucas’s mouth one final time to stretch it over my head, then I let go with a snap. It’s dark for a moment, but I soon open my eyes and see the room again through new eyes.

The second-to-last thing I have to do is to push Lucas’s facial features into place. Staring insatiably as my handsome features fall into place, the facial massage has done it’s trick, I pull a few faces, it’s perfect. “Looking good, Lucas, looking really good,” I say to the stud in the mirror with my new voice.

I rub my new pecs, I’ve dreamt of rubbing hands my hands all over them since I first saw them on Lucas’s social media, and now they’re all mine! I twist the nipples, each placed on a big slab of muscle. My muscles!

Finally I inject myself with another syringe, I am making this process irreversible. I am Lucas, now and forever. I have never tried this injection before, but it feels like I’m bubbling inside, binding with my new skin, I can feel my senses sharpen and I feel ‘more real’ than ever.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I laugh, a fiendish laughter expressing my sheer delight of my accomplishment. I rub my nether regions, not able to contain myself any longer and a chill rushes through me, down my spine as I climax satisfyingly. Not bothering to clean up the stains right now, and done with what would only be the first of many sessions of self-gratification, I walk out of the bedroom, where I left the Paul-bodysuit. I smirk to myself, then I grab Paul’s motorcycle leathers, the ones I arrived in, and begin pulling them on my naked body. I’m now bigger and stronger than Paul, so the suit is going to get tested to see if it can contain my new muscular frame. I had no reason to worry, the suit is a perfect fit. It looks even better on Lucas me, than on Paul. Lucas doesn’t have a lot of motorcycle gear, but I’ll make sure to change that, in the hallway I find Lucas’s own motorcycle boots and gloves, well, my motorcycle boots and gloves, both several sizes bigger than what I wore before, but now they fit perfectly on my feet and hands. Riding a motorcycle as Paul was incredible, but going as Lucas is going to be many times better, but it’s going to have to be a short ride for now, there’s so much else I have to do - to put this new body to the test. Pecs and everything!

[intotheelliwoods]

One and Poptart outfit swap :] @dianagj-art

Not depicted: the absurd amount of knifes that feel out of Ones outfit when Poptart was putting it on, and the knifes that remained in the outfit that he found out about later.....

[unwinthehart]

Blanco (27.07.2022) - Mahmood (25.05.2022) I wish I was making this shit up...

[spaceofentropy]

Gimme the deets on Wolf Dreams and Stolen Clothes please! 🖤👀

Mmmm... I already said something about Wolf Dreams here and about both Wolf Dreams and Stolen Clothes here, but who am I to stop, right? :P

Wolf Dreams gets its title from the fact it's set in January, during the wolf moon. Also, the main characters have to help a werewolf acquaintance (the vet of their elderly cat) find the missing leaders of her pack, so, you know, more wolves! :P

As for Stolen Clothes, I have this image of it ending with a fondly exasperated Billy telling Eddie to return all the clothes he unwittingly stole from the laundromat back there, but, uhm, no, maybe the skort can stay, it, uhm, yeah, it does things. Maybe they can buy an actual skirt too, one of these days, one works on Eddie and maybe does even more things to Billy's imagination. Yeah.