Can you make me into dash wilders gear? a big strong handsome man like him deserves the best gear!
Oh damn! I’m so sorry buddy, but I actually turned one of my pals into his trunks only last week. He really wanted to be close and personal with his ‘equipment’, and Dash had been begging me for some new gear for a while, so it just made sense. I could always transform you once Dash returns him; however, he sent me a video the other day with the caption ‘keeping this one for a while, love him ❤ !’, so I’m guessing that’s not going to happen anytime soon. But hey, I wouldn’t want you to leave empty-handed so what about a different deal? Dash mentioned he could really do with a comfy vest to wear before and after matches, and also to the gym. What would you say to that? It would involve hugging his beautiful chest and broad back, and you’d probably end up soaked in his sweat.
I’m going to take your tented pants as a yes. Ok, come back tomorrow and we’ll organise everything.
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Hey, welcome back! Hope you don’t mind but I invited Dash over and… Oh, you’re hard again. You really are into this guy. Well, let’s not wait any more time. Just step forward and start worshipping his body.
Hmm, I told you Dash, he is a perfect fit. Why don’t you give him a hug? Yes, just press a little harder… a little harder… You can already see him flattening, adapting to your unique physique. His hands are already merging around your back. And that sound? I think that’s him moaning. Beautiful.
Cool, let me know when you want to return him. If you ever do ;)
He loved latex. Actually, that would be a bit of an understatement: he lived for latex. He wore it at all times, even to work, and could not stop fantasising about it. He loved the feeling of rubber on his skin, its texture and tightness, its scent, even its taste! He really lived for latex.
So I got him something. A little present of sorts. I drove him to a secluded area of the forest and asked him to put a few drops of oil on his gear. I didn’t tell him what it would do - just that he would love the final results. Then I led him to a sunny clearing and sat on a tree stump.
He looked at me confused. Was something supposed to happen? Did he have to do anything? He went to take a step towards me when his ankle bent the wrong way and he lost balance, falling with a thud on his bum. Thankfully the soft grass cushioned his fall a little, otherwise he probably would’ve been quite pissed off.
He tried to get himself back up but his legs weren’t responding properly. His feet felt numb, and yet surprisingly sensitive. He swore he could even feel the grass he was lying on. He leaned forward and grabbed hold of his left foot. As soon as he did so, a gentle moan escaped his lips. He could feel his hand on the surface of his latex boots, the microvibrations generated from rubbing his clumsy fingertips on the rubbery surface. He gave it a squeeze and found it was empty - his feet was gone!
As he explored his boot, he noticed his lower calves seemingly deflating. He tried to shake them and felt the soil underneath them, the jagged edges of rocks scratching at his rubbery skin. His own rubbery skin. That’s when realisation hit him: he was turning into his gear.
He looked up at me, his frown arched quizzically, his mouth open in disbelief. I simply smiled and nodded: this is your surprise. I hope you like it. He looked down at himself again, seeing the changes travel through his things. His lips slowly curved into a delighted smile - he liked it!
I strode towards him and knelt between his deflated legs, which I started to caress. His reaction was immediate: he leaned his head back and moaned, his body overtaken by the pleasurable sensation. His enjoyment seemed to accelerate the transformation because his things finished deflating and his bulge started flattening, any evidence of gender vanishing. I clawed at it before his anatomy was fully gone and was received with another powerful moan from him.
Without any lower body to hold his weight, his upper body descended onto the grass. The transformation was quickly progressing up his chest and down his arms, his moans subsiding as his lungs disappeared.
I lay on him and planted a kiss on his lips. He tried to say ‘thank you’ but there was no air left for his vocal chords to work. Besides, once the transformation reached his neck, his head started darkening and turning rubbery. His mouth pouted and protruded, turning into a mask. He looked at me one last time before his eyes closed forever.
I collected all his pieces, still warm from the transformation, and drove him back to our apartment. I laid him on the bed, ready to be worn, and then invited a common friend of ours over to have some nighttime fun.
As I put him on, I could feel his latex body vibrating, emitting its own body heat. I could tell he was still alive, still conscious, and very much looking forward to the first night of his new existence.
