**STORY REQUEST** Best day ever.

Do you want to hear something really weird?

I’ve heard a lot of things in my time bro, but never anything as weird as the things you talk about, so hit me up I’m used to it.

Well, I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like if I was an object being worn.

What like one of your many tracksuits?

Yeah.

You know we are about the same size I’m a bit taller than you, definitely larger in certain places, most notably I’m taller and a bit fatter, but I can probably make this work for you, depending on your shoe size. You are wearing gloves which would make things perfect.

Size 9 bro.

Well I’m an 8 so we can definitely make this work. I can transform you into every object you are wearing right now. And then wear you, if you want.

Yeah I’d probably like that. Wait can I be changed back.

Sure, we just need to decide how long you want to be transformed for.

I haven’t decided I definitely want to be transformed yet. I need to know I can change back. Can you prove it to me? I don’t know, can you become my gloves or something?

I don’t think I’ve ever become someone else’s gear then allowed them to become their own gear, but Sure, will five minutes be ok for you?

Yep.

Okay, well hold my hands.

Within seconds I was transformed, turned into a mixture of latex, rubber, glue and cloth wrapped around his hands as I merged with his gloves, the real gloves were then discarded by his hands and dropped to the floor. It was a very strange five minutes. I could still feel everything, the warmth of his hands, the slight dampness of his sweat I felt thr callouses and his gritty nails, I could also taste the nicotine on his fingers as well as the sweat. I felt the breeze of him moving his hands around. I saw him looking at me examining me. The only thing I couldn’t do was speak. He wandered off to the rest rooms and locked the door behind him. He lowered his trousers and began yanking his perfect dick, only 4 minutes remained. Soon I felt the warmth of his dick between my current form as a pair of gloves. His dick was so big from my perspective. I really should have warned him not to do this but it was too late now and I didn’t care. Soon he was beginning to leak some pre cum into me. Then he began to orgasm at 4 minutes and 55 seconds, his cum oozed into me. I began to transform back into my self and as I reformed into my human self I was on my knees and my mouth was around his pumping dick, I got 90% of his cum inside me, and the other 10% had expanded and was covering my entire body as a thin film.

Fuck, that was weird and awesome at the same time!

It was a little more weird for me, you’ve just pumped a load of your cum onto and into me. So do you want this week as your own gear?

Sure, but There is one thing you should probably know. I wear my gear for a week before I wash it, my gear is due to be cleaned tomorrow.

Oh, well I can’t wash you and I need to “wear” you all week. I can only take you off when I sleep, so by the time you are you again, your gear will be full of a mixture of my sweat and your own. So if you want to wait a few days, until you’re wearing something cleaner, then I understand.

Nah, if we are doing this, we are doing it right now. I think it will be hot.

Ok, you’ll become everything your body is wearing now, your t shirt, your tracksuit, your man bag, your underwear, socks, sneakers and your gloves. And I will wear you every day for 15 hours each day, I will wear all of you.

Ok!

Well, it’s a little weird but I’ve got to hold one of your hands, then touch everything you are becoming, are you ready? 1 whole week yeah?

Ready as I’ll ever be! Yep 1 whole week.

He reached out 1 of his hands, and I held it with my own. Then I began to touch everything item of his clothing, starting with the sneakers on his feet. Running my hand across as much of each sneaker as I could. I then raised his trouser legs and touched each of his socks, next I ran my hand up and down each of his legs, ensuring to touch as much of the tracksuit fabric that I could. Then I reached under his waist band and touched his boxer shorts, he chuckled as I cupped his still hard dick and balls with my hand and then squose his buttocks. I reached under his tracksuit top and ran my hand on his orange t shirt and then did the same with his top. I ran my hand down each arm, ensuring I touched his bracelet and watch too as well as his gloves and man bag. Then I released my grasp of his hand.

This was a big change and it wasn’t likely to have been quick so initially nothing happened. But pretty soon changes began. His toes and feet first quickly becoming a pair of sneakers and socks, then his legs becoming a pair of tracksuit pants, his dick and balls were next becoming his boxer shorts.

Fuck he exclaimed, I think I’m starting to regret this idea, this feels weird.

You can’t change your mind now, it’s far too late now…

I wasn’t gonna. It’s just a weird feeling.

His hands were next, they became his gloves. His arms became his watch and bracelet.

Fuck, which bit of me will be my man bag? My head?

Probably dude!

Next his upper body became his t shirt and tracksuit top and he was right, his head became his man bag, then the entire pile of clothing fell to the floor. I gathered the pile, placing his watch and bracelet into his sneakers and headed to the wash room where I stripped and added each item onto my own body.

It was a little strange warring an entire outfit that belonged to someone so attractive. There weren’t many lads who would willingly want this to happen to them. Of course I had done it before but never with someone so attractive and never by someone who actually wanted it. I had never been cummed on or into by someone like this before either. I knew it could lead to disasteriois consequences.

I was experiencing some weird things, like having a spring in my step and as each day went on I was feeling very different. By day 4 I realised why. The more I wore him, the more I looked like him, however, when I took him off I became myself again. On day 6 I stayed looking like him even after I stopped wearing him. The disastrous consequences I had been told about should anyone cum on or in me whilst I was being worn were clearly that I would look more and more like them the more I wore them, which in my case, looking like him was far from a disaster.

Day 7 was his final day as his own clothes for me to wear. It didn’t matter that I was wearing him when he was due to change back. He would just transform back into himself. It would happen exactly to the hour and minute precisely 7 days after it happened. I began to feel him slipping away from my body, his body began being converted from clothing to human form.

Something was different about this though. I looked at my hands, still covered by a pair of gloves. They seemed to phase slightly, I saw them change colour from black and orange in to a skin coloured tone, I saw nails develop on the tips of my fingers and thumbs it appeared as though there was now two sets of hands on the end of my arms, identical hands, his and mine. then I felt the itching and tingling begin on my palms as the gloves or rather the duplicate sets of hands sank under my skin I could no longer control my hands or fingers a glove reappeared on each hand. The same happened to the sneakers on my feet, appearing at the tips of the sneakers were 2 sets of perfectly formed toes, five on each foot behind those 2 feet, pretty soon there was a duplicate set of toes and feet on the end of my legs. Pretty soon I could no longer move my feet, and a set of sneakers and socks re appeared on the end of my legs.

At first I thought I was becoming his clothes but this was different, I didn’t feel like I was becoming clothing. The phasing, itching and loss of control happened on my legs torso and arms too, by now I would of expected to see him stood next to me, or at least some of him but there was nothing. Then I felt movement. Only I wasn’t moving myself.

At this point, there was definitely only 1 of me or rather of him and my body was moving without my command, was I his clothing? No this felt different, I could still feel warmth for a start, I still felt like a human. As he went to the mirror I realised I could see his reflection. Now whenever I had been clothing I could see, but from whatever angle I was at due to the positioning of the clothing. This time I could see through a set of eyes, his eyes. His body was still moving only I wasn’t moving it.

Fuck I wasn’t his clothes, but I wasn’t me either. My body was inside his, only there was no way my body would have fitted inside him. Somehow the disastrous side effect that I had just now realised was that I was still him, but I had become encased inside his skin. I was horrified at first and I tried to get out, tried to get help but I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream or speak. He had full control.

Over time I got used to my situation and began to enjoy it more and more. I still experienced everything just from his prospective. I got to see life through his eyes and I really enjoyed waking up and seeing my reflection each and every day. His body was perfect to me.

Soon I realised I could do two things. First was my favourite, I could make our dick hard, whenever I did it wouldn’t go soft until he had orgasmed. There was this one time not so long ago that he was forced to cum 20 times in one day. He went off any kind of sex for about a week but I still forced him once or twice a day.

The other remarkable thing I could do was control his body whilst he slept, only for a maximum of an hour each night but that hour was the best hour ever. This is the best life ever.