Work from Home

It had been 3 weeks since he turned me into his underwear. I am nothing but a piece of cloth, fabric to hold his dick. He has worn me everyday since that cursed day when he did it to me, and I have lost hope that he will ever turn me back.

How did I get here? I had just moved to California. Not a dime in my pocket and without a job. I was desperate and I was responding to every and any job posting, until I found one that seemed too good to be true.

'Full Time, Housing, Benefits, and Work from Home,' were plastered all over the job posting and I applied without reading much of the description.

I should have noticed all the red flags about this job. I was hired over an email and my first day was at this dudes house. But again, I was desperate.

He was a handsome man in his late 30s. He was tall, gruff, and muscular. He led me to a back room and told me to sit in some metal chair. I did as instructed, he flicked a switch, and the chair started humming. Soon, the next thing I knew I was shrunken down and unable to move.

My 'employer' got undressed and pulled me up his mammoth legs slowly. The motion stretched me out from being used the first time. I was raised upward further and further until my pouch face connected with his hefty manhood. A cock shaped imprint pushed out my face, and began rubbed his dick through me.

Pre-cum leaked into my fabric as my threads were put to the test from his stiffening meat. I wasn't gay. I hated it. But I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good...

Some days I'm his friend who he talks to. Some days I'm his cum rag. And some days, I'm just his plain old underwear where he doesn't even acknowledge I'm down here.

I guess I should embrace my new job, my new purpose. It's either that or live a life full of dread wrapped around another man's junk.