The offer of a life time (Patreon)
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When I met them I was an overworked blue collar kind of guy. However, I quickly realised I wanted to be just like them. I spent all of my time away from work with them, getting to know them on a group basis and individually, even on an intimate level.
What appealed to me was their careless attitude, their jobless life style and willingness to do anything. They seemed to have everything even though they had no job! I wanted that too. They knew I wanted it as well!
They began to gift items to me. A necklace, a pair of sweat pants, a jacket and a top. Each of them seemed to be competing daily to gift me something better, one paid for a new hair cut for me, another a body massage. I have to admit it was tempting to release everything, drop and forget it all and be with them full time. Maybe, just maybe in time I will be able to at least behave like them even if I couldn’t look like them. The gifts continued, but in a different way, previously everything had been new, with tags still on clothing but now they were wearing the new gear themselves and giving me their used stuff. It was like a game of roulette. Each would toss me an item of clothing they were wearing and add new items to their own bodies.
I wore each item with pleasure and pride. I should probably of been offended and horrified but I wasn’t I was loving it. I had everything from socks and underwear to jewellery and watches all items that used to belong to one of them!
None of it gave me what I truly wanted though. I may of adopted their style but I hadn’t been able to truly look and feel like them. One thing they had never given me though was a pair of their sneakers.
Eventually though they told me that they had a special gift a pair of proper scally Nike sneakers. They told me that they were only four days old, they had each worn them for exactly 24 hours each, they even slept wearing them. Half way through the 24 hour period they removed them and each added a load of cum into each one. That was 4 loads of cum twice a day for the last four days. They were far from new now, but they were exactly what I wanted and needed to complete my look. I had to accept a huge change now though, even touching them would be enough to change me.
The change, what was it? It would give me a body just like theirs, mine would be gone forever. I’d need to accept being one of them, looking exactly what they look like a mixture of all four of them. I’d need to quit my job and be with them as often as possible.
I accepted the sneakers and a pair of matching 4 day worn socks with huge gratitude and glee. They wouldn’t let me touch them yet, instead each held one sock or one sneaker and they took it in turns to add each to my feet.
Fffffuuuuiiiccccccckkkkkkkkkkk! I screamed. As the process began. I didn’t believe this was going to work but I didn’t care if it didn’t anyway. I was being accepted by them and they were making me into one of them!
Then i felt my feet, toes and ankles shift. They seemed to get slightly smaller and develop an arch. Then I felt my legs shift, they seemed slightly shorter now, my calf’s grew and it felt as though hair was receding under my skin. Nothing happened in my crotch area, but my butt developed, forming a perfect peach shape. Prefect for riding a bike, and cock! Then my upper body changed. My larger beer gut shrank it felt like I grew some abs and pecs but I wasn’t sure. My chest was definitely hairless now as too were my skinnier arms. My hands developed next and my fingers too. That was good to see.
I recognised myself, each and every feature as though I’d woke up looking like this every day. I was completely different but also the same as them because they had made me into this.
I loved my gifts especially the new body including the sneakers. I especially loved the tattoos I gained.