As Alex lay there in complete horror, he tries to move and shout but to no avail. He simply lay still on the bench of the changing rooms.
He felt a presence behind him before being suspended in the sky. Panicking he tried to look around but hi vision was blocked by a white fabric. After being suspended and carried for a brief moment he finally cleared his vision and caught a glance of what he had become in the mirror.
‘I’m a gym top..a fucking gym top. How did this happen’ he said to himself ‘what am I going to do, I don’t want to be worn’
While he was too busy concentrating on that, he failed to notice that he was in fact about to be worn. As he felt his now fabric skin start to stretch and burn he snapped out of his daydream to notice the bulky guy handling him.
It was then that he realised who it was, It was his uncle Brian. Brian was 50 Years old but hilt like a tank and covered in hair. He worked on a building site during the day and Alex could already smell the stench that he had built up from a hard days labour.
‘No..no… uncle Brian don’t do this, it’s me Alex’ he kicked and screamed but all Brian could see was his gym top.
Brian raised Alex up before stretching him over his body. The top was clearly too small and there was a struggle but eventually he squeezed in.
Alex was feeling a mixture of emotions, his skin was burning and he felt like he had been hit by a truck, he almost felt like his arms and legs could have been ripped off at any moment. On the other hand, if he had a body he would have orgasmed everywhere, every arm hole felt like he was been penetrated.
As he clung to his uncles body, he felt every movement, gurgle and heart beat. He dreaded what was to come, he had seen his uncle working out in his garage over lockdown, dripping with sweat while moving heavy weights with such force, he was worried he wouldn’t survive the workout.
2 hours of torture later, Alex returned to the changing room, dripping with sweat, exhausted after holding his thread together - he could feel himself ripping during some pull ups but managed to hold it together as he was unsure what would happen if he were to rip.
As his uncle grabbed his things from the locker, Alex sighed in relief, he knew it would be time to be taken off where he could try to reform and feel somewhat normal again. Maybe the workout would wear off once he was free to transform back to normal
As he was taken off, the torture began again - this time it was worse. The sweat caused him to stick to Brian who had a massive struggle to remove the top.
After eventually taking him off, he used Alex to wipe his pits before stuffing him in his workbag along side sweaty socks, dusty clothes and dirty work boots.
The ride him was long, even though he was no longer human his senses were still active if not more intense. The stench from the bag was making him wheezy and his body was cold from the damp sweat soaked into his fibres.
Ziiiippp
The bag was finally undone and the dirty clothes take out, thrown and left in the corner of his uncles bedroom. Next to you lay a pair of boxers that had seen better days, some socks that looked like they would snap if you hit them and several t-shirts covered in stains, you shuddered thinking about spending the rest of your life here.
For the rest of the night Alex watched his uncle walk around the flat naked. It was not a site he wanted to see but couldn’t help but miss that body.
‘What am I saying, I don’t want that. I want to be normal’ he said to himself.
He must have fallen asleep as before he knew it was morning again and he was woken by his uncle rushing around the flat.
He then walked over to the dirty washing in the corner and picked you up. He then…