Latest Posts by miggy510 - Page 3

Just got done absorbing this guy at the gym one whiff of my pits and he was practically begging for me to absorb him now look at how much hairier I am.

Fur generous.

He waited so long for this moment. Sitting down looking at me with those eyes that begged for me. I don’t take very long to go to him, and caress his neck. I gave him a kiss and ask him if he’s ready. His breath is shaky from the excitement, but he nods. He wanted desperately to become one with me, so that is what he’s going to get.

Hassan Mostafa

I met with this godly beast after chatting with him for awhile I agreed to meetup to be absorbed. Now with him in front of me he started flexing showing me what I was going to become and without hesitation I started worshiping his body until it was time to become a part of him.

- Maybe, you want to be next? There is still a place in my stomach…

Dai un'occhiata

Willing jocks might be my favorite type of food. 🤤 *BELCH* As always, I still have room for anyone who wants to join him…

Come worship my pits your going to be digested soon now come over here and lick them clean

Looks like my cocks almost done sucking you in once your inside and start churning into my cum I’ll make sure of our promise and jerk your remains in my dirty jockstrap.

Shapesnifter

I don’t regret stealing this jock’s underwear from the gym at all. My shapeshifting abilities are only activated when I get a strong feeling toward the person I am trying to shapeshift into. The musk of his Burberry underwear induced a strong enough feeling that transformed me into him. I felt my body getting bigger and tighter. My face growing ginger hair where there wasn’t before. My voice getting deeper as I moaned from smelling the used underwear in my growing hands. As soon as a let out a deep sigh, the transformation was completely and I was an exact duplicate of the guy from the gym. I pulled on his used underwear and had to take a selfie of this guy.I was going to enjoy being this guy while my transformation lasted.  

Wall to wall carpet. .

Turning Myself On

Man, if I'd have known this before we swapped, maybe I wouldn't have done it. We agreed to swap for a few days, but I'd thought we'd only swap bodies... When I got back to his place and took off his shoes, I got a whiff of his shoes and actually, I found the scent pretty hot. Like, I picked up his shoes and gave them a deep sniff and his cock got hard? Imagine that, pretty weird huh.

Anyway, I thought I'd go along with it once and I jacked off to the scent on "my own" feet. Was somehow gross, but also really hot. Besides, it's just this once.

Well that was a week ago and I'm still wearing the same socks. They reek so good now. I even found myself going round the empty gym locker room and sniffing other people's sneakers. What is wrong with me haha.

I asked the other guy about it and he confirmed that he used to love the smell, but wasn't really his thing anymore. I built up the courage, with butterflies in my stomach, to ask if I could smell my former sneakers and he laughed it off and called me a sick bastard. Damn that made me strain against my pants. I tried to be subtle but I'm pretty sure he noticed how I kept glancing at his feet. They looked real nice.

Maybe I can find some guys who share this fetish and explore it a little more before we swap back. I kinda like being a kinky after all.

Mohammad

Mohammad had just finished freshening up after a hot shower. He needed some time to wind down after a pretty busy day at the office. He had a whole routine planned for his evening to recharge his batteries, which started with a steaming hot soak in the shower.

After he stepped out of the bathroom, Mohammad proceeded to put on a pair of freshly washed sweatpants and a tank top. He then went on to change the bed sheets on his bed. Then, after turning on the TV to Hulu, the doorbell rang. Mohammad hurried to his door and brought in his ramen order from Postmates. He smacked his lips as he brought it into his room, the aroma of the pork broth filling his nose.

Mohammad enjoyed slurping his ramen as he watched some Hulu original movie. Although the plot was pretty stupid, the comedy was on point. Once the movie was done, Mohammad threw his head back in pure bliss and a full stomach. He laid there on his cotton pillows, feeling satisfied with everything he had treated himself to. Though he was feeling content, Mohammad couldn’t fall asleep just yet. That’s when he hopped out of bed and went over to his dresser. He opened the bottom drawer and gazed upon his jockstrap collection. Between various colors and styles, his jockstrap collection was as impressive as it was extensive. Mohammad liked using a different jockstrap for every guy he hooked up with. His collection grew little by little over the years until he had a whole drawer full of jockstraps, each one tied to a specific body.

“There it is,” Mohammad said as he plucked out a blue jockstrap with a drawstring on the crotch. He held it to his nose and gave it a deep sniff, inhaling the smell of his old cum and the sweat from the guy who topped him. Even though Mohammad couldn’t remember his name anymore, he loved wearing it. Mohammad remembered how that guy was dead set on bottoming, but he managed to convince him to try topping him. Now, after getting cummed in, he had a jockstrap tied to him too.

Mohammad slipped the blue jockstrap on and instantly felt his body begin to transform. His hair began to grow out longer, his beard filled in to a scruffier length, and body hair sprouted out all along his body. His twink body started growing girth, matching the beefy body of the guy who had topped him. His butt inflated slightly to match the furry otter’s ass, and he felt the jockstrap get tighter around the crotch as his new dick grew in size. Within a minute, Mohammad was an exact copy of the otter he had fucked.

“Ahhh… How I’ve missed this body!” Mohammad said as he cupped one of his hairy pecs. He then proceeded to download Scruff, ready for a hookup. One good fuck was all Mohammad needed to make an already great self care night into a perfect one.

Oh, your buddy? Yeah, he’s mine now, bro. My slider shorts to wear under my baseball pants for every single game from here on out, never washing him. For him, it feels like his arms are wrapped around my sweaty ass in a permanent hug, and his mouth is stuffed with a cup, filled with my big dick and sweaty balls. There’s no going back for him now. But hey, if you wanna join him, I can arrange that. I bet you’d make a good jockstrap!