New Underwear
I'd rather not tell you guys anything about my life, although you could call my **past* * life by now it's still too embarrassing talk about. It has been one catastrophic hardship after another. That's why I'm glad I can finally start a new life with all of you. I hope this is all for the better, but I'm still quite shocked by all these sudden changes you know...Hell, when I woke up this morning I wasn't expecting I'd leave everything behind and never set foot in my father's house again (although I admit I won't miss my old man that much). But no matter how painful these memories are for me I have no other choice but to tell you the story of how I came to be. Your leader insisted, he said that I'm 'special' or some bullshit, but I don't think I'm that much different from any of you.
I guess I'd better start with the beginning. My human name was Bruce and according to your rules I guess I won't be called that anymore. Apparently I was born as a completely ordinary human baby and the doctors didn't seem to find anything peculiar about me at first sight and my parents were very relieved I was born strong and healthy because the pregnancy had been kind of...problematic. But no, I can't really confirm if I changed forms inside my mother's belly...And yes, that's right, my first transformations happened at a very early age. I guess that's what makes me so different from all of you, for better or for worse I'm a "natural". I guess it's like those hard ons some little kids seem to have before going through puberty, they technically occur but nothing ever comes out...Whoops, maybe I should've used another analogy...But anyway, I went through some transformations when I was a little boy, but I wasn't really aware of it being anything unusual, I guess I believed what my parents told me, that I just had a very active imagination, and thought nothing of it. I can only remember one particular transformation from this period...
"Darling, can you take care of the laundry while I go shopping?...Oh, and keep an eye on Bruce, the little critter just won't stay still." Was what my mother said before she left. And it was true, I could barely stand on my two little feet and I already was an all-around explorer. I spent all day running from one point of the house to another, I remember everything looking huge and fascinating to my sparkling light brown eyes and somehow I ended up in a large room that smelled nice. There was a big pile of clothing in the center of the room and being the little kid I was I couldn't resist to dive in. My mother's clothes smelled nice, and reminded me of her. My father's clothes smelled like putrid sweat, but also reminded me of him. There was one particular piece of clothing which smelled much worse than all the others. That's right, my dad's underwear. They were dark-colored boxers, although there were a few stains on the discolored crotch area. They were disgusting, but I was drawn to them for some reason. Nothing sexual or perverted, but rather affective. I hadn't been potty trained for long, and I was still getting used to wearing underwear, but mine were much smaller and decorated with much more colorful designs. I had one of those stupid yet cute ideas only toddlers can have, I removed my pants and threw them aside, then slowly slipped down my bright-coloured briefs and put them next to my dad's boxers. Dad's underwear was humongous in comparison! And it wasn't just the size, there was something about the designs that clearly defined our personalities. That's when I realized that our clothes represents ourselves, our personalities, our emotional state. I took my dad's underwear in one hand and mine in the other and gave them personalities, then started playing a scene with them like they were dolls or action figures. "Daddy! When I grow up, I want to be as smelly and stained as you!" I said using my underwear as a puppet. " *Belch* Shut up already, Bruce! Don't you see the soccer match is on?" I said in a mock-grumpy voice, imitating my dad as well as I could. I laughed at the scene I had just created, my dad's underwear acting as grumpy as him was too much. I played with the underwear a little more, and that must be when I began to feel light-headed. You all know how that feels, there's a little bit of a motion sickness at first when everything starts to look much bigger and then you drop into the floor. I was just wearing my small t-shirt at that moment, yet I had to struggle with it just the same. When I liberated myself from the fabric, I saw my white wristbands for the first time. I was puzzled, my arms were now strings of fabric! But that wasn't the worst. I looked down and I saw I had no lower body anymore...Nor a head! It was like my face and my torso were now the same thing. My face... I touched what I thought was my face, but was now just a blank pouch of fabric! There were a few black strings protruding from it, and if you looked really, really hard at the patterns of them, you could make out two circles from which my vision seemed to come from. The protruding bulge at the bottom was the most sensitive part of my clothform, though. It's external surface was effectively like my own crotch, but at the same time the fabric on the opposite internal side was my mouth. Walking was awkward, but I was a toddler so I wasn't worried to have to crawl to everywhere. My long waistbands were perfect for the job, although my bulge was another story. I was small, smaller than my current clothform even though my design has remained more or less the same all those years yet my bulge was already extremely big, so sliding around the floor was an herculean task as I had to drag it around. I was scared of my new form, yet I managed to remain calm as I thought it was just part of my own game, even if that made complete sense. I saw my dad's underwear thrown aside and crawled towards it. "Look, daddy!" I said to the inanimate object. "I'm all-white and with a big pee-pee holder, just like yours!" I hugged my dad's underwear. The familiar scent made me feel like I really was hugging my daddy and I felt safe. I pressed my cottony face against the dark stained crotch and fell asleep beside it. It didn't pass much time before my father saw the mess I made in the laundry room. My father grunted in frustration at the untidy sight. All the pieces of clothing were scattered on the floor, the colored ones mixed with the white ones. He started picking up all of them one by one, classifying them in two piles. Maybe if he hadn't been as absent-minded at the time he would've noticed that the pair of white briefs he picked up in this process was too small for him, and too big for a toddler. But he didn't, so he threw me into the pile of white garments. My soft cotton body groggily woke up from the impact, and I saw my father's face carrying me somewhere. I didn't say anything, I thought he was just going to carry me to my bed like he always did whenever I fell asleep, so I just closed my "eyes" as he put on me on top of something soft. *CLAC* Unfortunately what my father had just closed wasn't my bedroom door, but the washing machine's lid. The walls of the machine began to purr and I woke up from my slumber. I was somewhere dark and cold, and I was surrounded by all sorts of white garments. I looked at my arms and they were still waistbands, which was confusing and scary, but the fact that my father's underwear was nowhere to be seen was much worse. I felt lonely and unsafe, and there was nobody or no cloth to cling into. The space I was trapped in began to fill with water and the floor started to move on its own accord. The washing machine growled, it was like a monster about to digest me. I was so freaking scared the tip of my bulge dripped a few droplets of piss. I climbed onto the top of the pile running away from the hot water but the pile of clothing wouldn't stop moving so I had to run. I guess I must have looked like I was running inside a hamster wheel. However even though my underwear body was quite flexible I was still a toddler so I got tired fast. I may be a pair of briefs, but I was as drenched in sweat as a jockstrap. Ultimately my feeble cotton "legs" started to tremble and I screamed in despair as I tripped and began spinning and spinning...
I must've had passed out, because when I came into my senses my mother was hugging me tight and drying my bare body with a towel as she calmed me down. My arms were human arms once again and my throat was dry, like I had been crying and screaming for hours, but on the bright side I now smelled like fabric softener. I remember my parents yelling at each other for hours that night, my mother was mad at my father for putting me inside the washing machine, but dad insisted he didn't know what she was talking about and accused her of lying. They divorced soon after.
Don't forget that I already warned you about how my life sucked balls. But for the following years you could say I had a "normal" life. My prepubescent transformations stopped occurring as I grew up, becoming just blurry memories that I crossed off as nonsensical nightmares. I went to elementary school, obtained so-and-so grades, then went to high school, got held back for a few years, the usual. I was part of the school's football team and I guess my 18-year-old body had its advantage against the younger freshmen. As for my social life, well, I wasn't the perfect example of a "popular" kind of guy but I always seemed to hang out with the cool people. I had put my eyes on a few girls already but whenever I tried to talk to them I got all nervous and the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. And of course the rumors started spreading.
"How come you're eighteen and still a virgin? Are you gay?" I was shocked my friend Rob had heard about the rumors too. He asked me this as we were showering in the locker room after the day's match. "Of course not you doofus." I replied. "If I were gay I'd be nailing your naked ass right at this instant." We both laughed out loud. "You're right, those rumors are bullshit. I'm sure they are made up by those nerdy bitches from the Science department." I nodded as I finished soaping up my body. My human body is quite muscular if I may say so myself, with a huge pair of pecs and a smooth six pack...It's such a shame all my muscles turn into flat cotton whenever I change forms. My brown hair is trimmed short and I'm clean shaven, my eyes are bright colored but greyish, rather than the ocean blue all the girls seem to prefer. I was already out of my stall and drying off when I saw Francis, or the clown of the team as we call him, enter the locker room. The jerk was late as always and he was still wearing his football gear and everything. I never liked him, he just joined the team in order to show off and we always lost because of his goofy attitude. "Enjoy today's shower, guys! Because you all know what day is tomorrow, right? Right?!" Said Francis in his whiney voice. "Wednesday?" I said. "No, musclehead! It's April 1st!" "And?" Said Rob as he finished his shower. "I don't think I need to spell it out. Tomorrow, I'll carry out my greatest prank ever!" Boring, he did his pranks daily already. With Francis in our team, every day was April Fools. All of us ignored him. "You mean you won't be a joke at tomorrow's match for once?" Rob joked. "Now THAT would be amusing and not some cheap itching powder in our jockstraps." Francis' face turned red. "...No, that wasn't what I was going to do at all..." Wow, Rob had really hit jackpot with that one. After we all laughed at Francis' predictability, Rob tied a towel around his wrist just as I did and left the shower stall. We both headed to the lockers and to our surprise Ms. Randall was there. She was an English Lit teacher and our tutor. "Bruce, Robert." She said acknowledging us. "Is Francis still on the showers?" "Yes, and he doesn't look like he's in a hurry. As always." I said. "What did he get into this time?" Asked Rob. That's when I noticed Ms. Randall looked really pissed. "Confidential information. But I can tell you it involves the girl's locker rooms. Or rather, what's not there anymore." "Why are you so sure it was him?" I inquired. Francis may be an idiot, but I can't stand for false accusations. "One of the victims found out about it by checking Francis' Myspace account." "Well, that's one solid piece of evidence." I admitted. "Myspace is the pioneer of a new phenomenon called 'social networking' and it looks like it's going to be a successful website for decades to come." "He'd be found out anyway." Said Rob. "We all know he's a pervert when it comes to girl's underwear." "That's not true! It wasn't me!" Francis butted in. He still hadn't removed his football uniform. "It was...I was hacked! That's it! Some hacker did it!" "Your lies are falling to pieces." Said Rob. "Well yeah?! Guess what else is going to fall!" The next moments happened in slow-motion for me. Rob didn't seem to get what Francis' words meant at first but I did. Francis got hold of Rob's towel and pulled. "Nooooo!" I cried. He couldn't expose Rob like that, a mature woman was there! He would be ashamed for life, having flashed his cock and balls to everyone. With eyes fired up in determination, I jumped behind Rob and cupped his genitals before they were exposed to the public. Rob's privates were safe and sound. "Don't worry Rob, I got everything under control." I said. Rob felt my warm breath behind his neck and his entire body shivered. "Nobody has gotten a look at your bits, no need to be ashamed." Rob's naked body was warm. I rejoice on the idea that it was warm thanks to me. "Bruce..." He said. For a second everything else ceased to exist. Rob was everything to me, and without me, Rob would be completely naked and exposed. I gave him comfort and warmth, that's all that mattered in my life. "Bruce...You're..." "Shut up and just enjoy wearing me." "Bruce...You're squashing my balls..." And it was awesome. Rob's balls felt smooth and rubbery in my hands. They were so fragile, and I was keeping them safe... "Goddammit, Bruce! Let me go! Everybody's staring at us!" Rob's backside was also very well protected thanks to me, I hugged him really tight so my hips were pressed against his exposed hairy anus. "OH MY GOD HE'S RAPING ME! SOMEBODY HELP!" "Nobody can rape you, I'm making sure all of your private parts are well-covered..." There were people surrounding us, their hands trying to separate me from Rob. I didn't want to let go. I wanted to be his, forever. But the hands were too strong and I stopped feeling Rob's warm skin. "No! What are you doing?! He's naked without me!...Uh?..." I looked around me, I saw my teammates taking hold of me by both arms, restraining me. They looked at me like I had gone mad. Rob had ran naked away from the locker rooms, scared for his life. I was naked as well, and my cock was rock hard and dripping with precum. "What happened...?"
"'Expelled until further notice'!'" My father exclaimed with rage as he read the mountain of school notices on the table. "'Indecent exposure', and to a teacher no less! 'Physical violent assault on a fellow student followed by sexual harassment and attempts at rape'!..." "I can explain everything!" I cried out. "It was all just a big misunderstanding!" I hoped that as soon as I came home I could explain my version of the events to my dad before the school did, but apparently I hadn't been fast enough. "In normal circumstances, I could understand your attitude..." My dad began. "...But worst of all, you did all this to a *MALE* student!" He said, implying that was worse than the attempts at rape themselves. "For how long have you been sucking your teammates' cocks?! "'I'm waiting for the right girl' my ass!" "What the...?! I'm no faggot! You see, my teammate's towel was about to drop, so I gently covered his crotch so he wouldn't flash our teacher!" "And then you also decided to ''gently cover' his asshole with your erect penis? Grabbing him by the balls with all your strength so he couldn't escape?!" He retorted back. I had no idea how to respond to that. "The parents of the boy are pissed! They swear they're taking your case to court!" My father's face was completely red with fury. "Look, I'm sorry, but the truth is..." "You can't just apologize your way out of this! They are making an assembly at the school tomorrow to decide what to do with your sorry ass, try not to rape anybody else before then!" My father made me go to my room. "And don't even think about running away, I'll be locking the door so you can't try anything funny!" He slammed the door closed and I heard him locking it from the outside not too long after, probably using one of the crowbars from his workbench. This was awful! My dad was really scary when you pissed him off, he'd been getting worse and worse since the divorce. I'm sure he enjoys making me suffer so he can distract himself from his own shitty life. But that wasn't what bothered me the most just then...I was still shocked by the events of that morning. I was completely sure I wasn't gay, the thought of being intimate with a guy was disgusting to me, but then why I had felt so compelled to grab Rob's dick? Just a glimpse of it had been enough to make me want to take it under my protection...I didn't want to do anything sexual with it, I just wanted those fragile genitals to be safe... Argh! What was I thinking? That made no sense! Grabbing another guy's junk just wasn't normal! What if my dad is right and I end up turning into a cocksucker?...No, that's disgusting! I picked up my laptop and tried to make sure. For the first time ever, I fired up an image search engine and purposely searched for pics of nude guys. ... ... ... "Yuck! This is just fucking disgusting!" I looked at the cocks, they were ugly. The men posing like sluts looked so fucking gay and retarded. I closed the webpage and tried to put my feelings in order. But then I noticed one of the pop-up windows I had minimized while I was looking at the distasteful dick pics. It was a banner for a famous brand of underwear, and it featured a very muscled man wearing a very expensive pair of boxers. I wasn't interested in the man, but there was something very peculiar about these luxurious boxers. I zoomed in on the man's crotch...No, I wasn't looking at his bulge! But there was something about the underwear that bugged me... "That underwear...It's mocking me!" Yes, that particular pair of boxers was very cocky, I could just see it in the expression of his buttons, he was looking at me like saying 'Oh, hey. Look at me, this stud is wearing me, doesn't he look proud? Aren't you jealous? The genitals I'm holding are from a rich top model, oh yes, I'm living the dream...' I was so pissed by his expression that I almost threw my laptop into the ground... ...Shit, what is happening to me? It was just an inanimate piece of fabric, it's impossible for it to have a cocky expression on the buttons of its fly! I felt like I wanted to puke, this was being such a weird day. I opened the window and let some fresh nocturnal air enter the room and gave a deep breath. It was a beautiful night and there wasn't a single cloud on the sky, you could see a lot of the stars and the moon was full and pretty big. So big in fact, it seemed to hypnotize me. I stared at it for what seemed like ten minutes and I started to feel light-headed. I must had been tired or something. I sat up and started taking off my clothes before going to bed but then I noticed something weird... I was completely pale, every single part of my body was now white. I thought I was sick or something. But then my skin texture changed, it felt all cottony and weird. My body felt more flexible, and it was hard to stand up and my legs felt feeble and room seemed to become bigger and bigger. I didn't have a single string of brown hair anymore, it all fused down to my skin becoming thread. I was completely scared, but at the same time it felt familiar, like I had already went through all this a long time ago but forgotten completely about it. There's something that I really despise about my transformations into my clothform, and is that my torso seems to shrink and disappear, my pecs and six pack becoming nothing and...well...my crotch is fused to my face. Is strange, it feels like my nose is really long and sensitive, but I lose all of my facial features too and my fused head-crotch is just a very long cotton bulge. Once my legs are completely gone just leaving to empty holes and my ass and my back become the same blank body part, my arms fuse with one another behind my back turning into a single waistband that I can move at will. As I already explained, when I'm in my clothform I use my waistbands to move around and also to pick things up (which is hard to do without actual fingers). I was a bigger size of briefs now that I wasn't a toddler, but now that I had rational thought the scene was completely blowing my mind. I cried, I was scared as hell. This had been a weird as hell day but the night was going to be much worse. "AHHHH! HELP!" My cottony thread of a mouth cried out and I could taste my own skin as I did so, the area that used to be my nose and penis tasting the worst. I ran towards the door tripping with my own bulge in the process and punched the closed door with my skinny waistbands but it was futile, my cotton appendages weren't strong enough to make a sound, much less make the door budge. "DAD! OPEN THE DOOR!" "Shut up and think about what you did!" My father shouted. "If you need to pee, just swallow it like the fag that you are!" The sides of my waistbands fell in defeat. There was no way to open the door, it was enormous! I even tried to slip through the door crack below and almost got through all the way, but the threads on my bulge were too thick to pass through and I gave up. I was imprisoned in my own room by my father who thought I was a fag, but in reality I was just a teenage piece of underwear. "Is this what I truly am?..." I thought as I examined my new form. I climbed up my desk by opening the drawers to craft a makeshift ladder. and examined my reflection on the black mirror that was my powered off laptop screen. "I remember these briefs...They showed up on my dreams...or were they memories?" I moved around, examining the threads that had replaced my skin. "Why did this happen to me? I just wanted to live a regular life...Have I been cursed for wearing boxers all my life?...No, that's just ridiculous...Although more ridiculous is being a sentient piece of fabric...How the hell this works? I feel like I'm still breathing, but I have no nose...Do I even have lungs anymore?" It was all very confusing. I didn't want to be discovered looking like this, it'd be too embarrassing! I caught a glimpse of one of the drawers I had just opened, it was where I left my boxers. I couldn't explain why, but that seemed like the safest place to spend the night in. I jumped to the pile of boxers and snuggled between them. Thank god these were my fresh cleaned boxers just taken out from the washing machine or otherwise the smell would've been nauseating. Although it did smell in the cozy drawer. "Oh, wait. It's just me..." I realized when I sniffed below my waistbands. I had became so nervous and sweaty when I realized I was turning into underwear that I looked like I had been just taken off a triathlon runner. "Underwear that gets wet by itself...Now that's a bad marketing pitch..." I joked to myself before I drifted off to sleep. Laughing at my own ridiculous predicament was the only thing that helped me relax in such a surreal situation.
I woke up with a big *CRASH* the following morning. I opened my eyes to delightfully discover that I was human!...But the fact that I had woken up with my ass inside the underwear drawer that had just fallen off by my weight made me wonder if the previous night's events were actually real. I got up and I realized one of my boxers was on the top of my head. I put it on and the rest of my clothes, dreading the awfully long morning I was about to endure. Going to school when you're officially expelled felt weird to say the least. I was scared of bumping into any of my classmates, the events from yesterday must have gone viral already. "Okay, listen up punk..." Said my dad when we were about to enter the counselor's office. He was smartly dressed but still angry. "The parents of the guy whose ass you tried to rape yesterday are in here. Let me do the talking and maybe, just maybe, they'll drop the charges and you won't be a registered sex offender for life..." I was about to say that I didn't need his help and that I could explain my way out of this mess by myself but ultimately decided that keeping my mouth shut would be the most wise option at the moment. Once we were inside I saw lots of teachers and two very angry middle-aged parents. The tense atmosphere made me feel light-headed and my legs started shaking. I was wearing the blue tracksuit I always wore, but it seemed to become looser and looser by the second and with every step on my Nike shoes I felt smaller. When one of the teachers motioned me to sit in one of the seats, my legs weren't responding. "Umm...I feel sick...Can I go to the bathroom?" I said, hopeful. "Shhh, you're just going to make everything worse..." Said my father. He probably thought I was just trying to run away, but I really did feel sick. My entire body felt warm, and I was starting to sweat. I dried my sweaty forehead with the back of my hand and noticed my hand felt...cottony. "Oh, shit, not this weird crap again! Not here!" "S-sorry but I really have to go...!" Was the only thing I said before running out from all those angry stares. "BRUCE! COME BACK RIGHT NOW!" Cried out my dad. "YOU FUCKING COWARD!" I ran through the hallways, devastated. I couldn't live like this! How the hell do I explain to anybody that I spontaneously turn into underwear at the most inconvenient time?! I'm just ruining my own life and everyone else's by pretending I'm a normal person! If I didn't have those strange urges I wouldn't have tried to rape my best friend! If I didn't turn into cloth then my dad would've never put me in the washing machine as a baby and my parents would've never divorced! I'm such a failure as a human being! Maybe I'd be better off as just a piece of underwear! ...Sorry about that...I got kind of emotional while I was telling my story...So anyway, I was running through the hallways, crying and wanting to escape from everything as my transformation continued. My feet fused to my legs causing my empty shoes to fall in the middle of the hallway and as I became smaller and smaller my tracksuit felt too big for me and my overly large pants caused me to trip and fall. On the middle of the hallway was just a pile of discarded clothing by now, and one of the pieces of clothing was me. It was strange how my own red boxers were much bigger than my whole clothform, I had to crawl outside of them to resume my escape. I left my pile of clothes behind as I kept running, now as a living pair of briefs. I had no idea where I was going, the school looked like a giant mace to my small body, I just wanted to go far away. I heard lots of voices approaching. That's when I realized my transformation had finished and that everybody would be shocked to see a piece of clothing moving by itself. I had to hide! There was a door, and the crack below it was much bigger than the one in my room. I had no other option but to squeeze myself below it. The lights of the room were off. That was a good signal, it meant that the room was currently not in use and the door was locked. Nobody would find me there. *CRACK, CRACK, CRACK...CREEEEK* So much for that, the door opened and a bright light illuminated my surroundings. I was so shocked by what I saw I just froze right there. There were lots of guys. Smelly, sweaty guys. They entered like an stampede. They were joking to each other, talking about how the P.E. had the easiest kind of exams. They started undressing and throwing their clothes at the floor. Thankfully one additional pair of briefs standing on the floor wasn't going to be noticed that easily. Keeping still looked like the smartest plan of action, but then I heard a familiar voice behind me. "So it was true, Bruce really was expelled. Maybe it's for the best..." Rob was saying. Rob! He'd listen! I turned towards him and in my excitement I almost forgot I was a pair of briefs. "Rob! It's me, Bruce!" I said to my best friend. "I'm really sorry about yesterday but I...I..." "Uh? Wasn't that Bruce's voice? But where is he...?" He asked. Under normal conditions I'd have no problem talking to my friend, even if I had been somehow turned into underwear. But... "Oh, god, Rob. You're naked! Your balls are swinging in front of everyone!..." Everyone noticed me talking and their mouths dropped. "No, that's not what I wanted to say...Rob, I may look like a pair of underwear to you right now but that's not what matters. You need to clear up my name, I didn't want to rape you, it's just that I saw your hairy low-hanging balls and I felt like I had to protect them!...No, that's not it..." It was really hard to think straight with Rob's genitals in front of me. Oh god, what the hell was I thinking at the time... "Hey isn't Bruce's voice coming from inside that pair of briefs?" "Haha, Bruce? You mean the faggot who tried to rape Rob yesterday?" "Is this some kind of joke?" "Maybe Francis did it!" One of the guys grabbed me and examined my insides. "But how'd he do it? It doesn't seem like there's a walkie-talkie inside or anything..." "Let me go! I'm not a toy!" I cried out. "You really have to listen!" But they didn't. They passed me around, the naked bastards. They stretched me and prodded me in all sorts of places, even my bulge. "Stop that! That's private!" Finally, passing from hand to hand, I ended up in Rob's. "Oh, Rob! You have to believe me...! I just wanted to protect you!" Rob smiled. "Well, Mr. pair of talking briefs, if you're really Bruce then I'll make your dreams come true..." "What do you mean?...Hey, why are you lowering me?...Oh, god...Your leg is inside mine! Oh no, no, don't put me on, I'm not a fag I don't want to...MMMPH!" I could no longer talk, there was something obstructing my mouth. "Hahaha, finally, that made it shut up!" "MMMMPHH! MMMMPPHH!" I cried in horror, but that just made me taste more dick. I fought to free myself, but that just made Rob's cock harder and harder until I could taste a salty flavour in my mouth. "Oh, god, it vibrates! It feels awesome!" Said my best friend as I sucked his cock. I felt horrible. This isn't what underwear is designed for! I wasn't a sex toy! To my horror, Rob lowered his right hand started to jerk off...through me! It was fucking humiliating! He manhandled his bulge, which also was my face and most importantly my own cock. I wanted to puke but my mouth was full with Rob's manmeat. "Oh, god...I'm gonna cum!" Cried the owner of the cock I was sucking. "MMMPPHH!" was the only thing I managed to say. He squeezed hard on my face and as promised, a huge load of semen sprouted into on my fabric. I still remember the acid taste of the drops of cum that transpired through my mouth and dripped off the tip of the bulge I was supporting. I feel devastated, I had been used up like a simple sex object. But that wasn't the end of it...I'm afraid that wasn't the only cock I tasted that morning, when Rob's classmates heard how pleasurable I was everyone wanted their own turn at wearing me...Shit, everyone managed to treat me worse than the previous guy. My eyesight wouldn't even let me look at their faces, I just saw crotches. Cocks and balls, all of them eager to try me on. One particular penis, the pertaining to the fattest boy of the class, was quite small and didn't leave much of a bulge in me but fuck...His fat ass was enormous! I thought he was going to rip me in two! And the freaking dude wouldn't stop scratching his asshole, burying more and more of me into his ass as he did so. The following guy who put me on wasn't fat at all, actually he was quite lean, but fuck he had a monster for a cock! How am I supposed to support his bulge if mine wasn't nearly as big?! When they got tired of me I was a just a miserable damp cumrag. The dropped me into a basket destined for the lost and found and I passed out from the exhaustion. I don't know for how long I had been unconscious, but I had turned back into a human during that time. Unbeknown to me a man was in the room, examining my naked form full of dried cum. I cried in horror when I opened my groggy eyes and saw him standing in the middle of the room like it wasn't a big deal. "So you're the Bruce everyone's talking about, uh...?" "Who...Who are you?" I said as I tried to get my ass unstuck from the basket, the man looked too old to be a student. "I think it'd be better if we let the presentations until after you take a shower. For now, just call me Tie."
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"I think you can all figure out what happened next." I said to my audience of living clothing. "Tie told me about wereclothes, how I was a 'special', your clan and accompanied me into this scary-looking abandoned building...I think that about wraps it up..So what do you think? Would I be a worthy member of your clan?" I asked, hoping my telling such a long story hadn't been in vain. "Hahaha! Of course you can join us!" Said the talking tie, apparently their leader. "In fact, the real reason I asked you to tell your story was just a distraction while I thought of the new name you'll be known from now on as a full-fledged member of our werecloth clan, and I came up with one while you were telling us about how you played with your dad's boxers as a kid." I was glad I was now a member, but was that detail the only remarkable thing about my whole life?! "Bruce is no more. You've been living like a human being when you were clearly born as a werecloth. Are you prepared to leave everything behind, including your family and friends and be reborn as the pair of briefs you've had always been?" I was sure my family and friends would rather forget about my entire existence, so I, the talking pair of briefs, stood up proudly and nodded with my bulge at the tie. "Perfect! So I, Tie, declare you an official member of our clan...And from now on you'll be know as Bulge. That's all, you can all go rest." The rest of the living clothes started getting up and living and I stood right there dumbfounded. "Bulge?...From now on I'll be...Bulge?..." "That's right!" Said Tie. "I was always a genious when it came to names, I even thought up my own! So anyway, did you know that this abandoned building used to be the warehouse from a well-known clothing store? I choose this place as our base because apart from being abandoned it's full of mannequins!" "Mannequins? Why do we need those?" "Hahaha, well, for someone like you who has been worn so many times in a single day it may look like big step down, but us wereclothes who haven't had human contact in ages are desperate to be worn, as werecloths can't wear one another without transforming. In any case, I'll share my mannequin with you tonight. Thank god you're not a shirt, that way I can revel in being worn without you making a fuss about how much precum I'm leaking." "Wait, you misunderstand...I don't enjoy being worn, I think I made that perfectly clear..." "Aww, c'mon!" Said Tie as he tied himself around my waistbands and forced me to come along with him. "My mannequin has a good fake bulge! Your mouth is gonna feel stuffed all night!" "N-no, wait! My fabric is still sore from yesterday! I just want to rest in a cozy small drawer and...MMMMPPPHH!" Before I knew it, I ended up being worn again...By a mannequin! At least its bulge didn't get wet. "Heheheh, I knew you'd enjoy yourself." Said Tie as he coiled around the mannequin's neck. "Oh, god...This sure is my favorite mannequin, its neck is so muscular and tight..." He said as he enjoyed himself. All around the giant storeroom, lots of living clothes were having their own fun on their own favorite mannequins. "MMPPPHH!" I cried out as a drip of precum came out from the tip of Tie. Oh god, he wasn't kidding! Maybe moving in with this band of lunatics hadn't been the brightest move...
THE END