(Story) Towel Boy - Man cursed to become a sweat towel by his own wish. (Patreon)

davidsp01 asked:

So you got a new jock and boots, I’d happily volunteer to be a hat or new top, anything to help with the sweat

Towel Boy

Man cursed to become a sweat towel by his own wish.

“Anything to help with the sweat huh boss” Gaz grinned as he repeated it back to you. The bulky, scally genie leaning back, a large cigar in his hand blowing green smoke that stank of thick tobacco filling the room.  His dirty vest, huge size 15 shoes and sweat stains on every part of this bulk tight clothes already had you hard. Gaz took another long drag, holding the cigar in his teeth as he continued. “well mate ye in luck, I’m jus’ opening up my new curses set, rather than my old wishes innit……What ye’ mean that’s not what you signed up for? Sorry bro, too late, you ain’t noticed yet bruv?” His grin spread as he took out the cigar by hand and gestured down.

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You looked down, he was right…you ‘could’ feel something, your skin felt rougher somehow. As you stared at your hands you noticed they were developing a yellow tint that was spreading down your arm. Horrified you stood up and began to study the changes. Meanwhile Gaz sild forwards and lifted his arm, revealing the musk forest dripping with sweat within. Stealthily reaching behind your head while you continued to look down at your yellow thinning body.

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“Oi towel boy” your head snapped up, catching only a glimpse of the thick sweaty pits before a hand on your neck thrust you in. The thick arm clamped down around the back, and you were trapped. No air, no light, just the thick stink, the wetness, soaking into your skin. A flash of intense horniness flooded through you as you shook from the pleasure and almost fell down. Your muscles spasmed as your tried to resist the heavy, dumb feeling.

Gaz supporting you by the head was all that held you up as you struggled to balance. “Don’t struggle mate, just relax…let go…that’s better innit mate” The heavy hand returned, feeling larger this time as it pushed your head up and down. Your face and neck felt looser, they smeared around and deeper into the thick pit than you thought possible. You could feel every hair. Taste ever pore, as you were smudged up and down, dragged deeper and more forcefully every time. Your body finally went limp again.

But this time it didn’t come back. You realized you’d stopped breathing, panic set in as you struggle to move even a finger. Suddenly you felt contact on your legs, a hand? Around both your legs? That wasn’t possible?! Gaz felt larger than ever, somehow your whole torso was being pushed into the pit, the wet sweat was now all over you, seeping through your being. You couldn’t not taste it, your mouth had become some outer layer. Your eyes and ears were long gone into whatever you had become. You were matted and dirty, you felt it, you tasted it.

“Nice-and now the other one bruv, your gonna be my new daily dry shower hehe” Just as you felt the wedge open from around you, a huge mit grabbed your limp body and swung it around to the other side. Next you entire self was thrust into Gaz’s other arm pit. Back to the full damponess you began to absorb all over again, the feelings doubling as you began to feel heavier from your own uncontrollable sweat absorbing skin. Smearing began again as your now totally yellow body formed into a thick woolen towel. Soon the fabric began to age, you- it was well used. The new curses worked their own magic as Gaz spat into your folds and used it to wipe his shoe, you felt that too, the rush as you tasted something new. All over, you felt tighter, like being wrapped into a plastic bag. You were hot, the stench was unreal. You could hear but barely knew the words.

“That’s my feet done, now my crack and back” it didn’t end, for what seemed like your entire life you were rubbed, dirtied and soon your yellow body was little more than a brown stained towel, the stains from sweat, split and general man stink made you look unusable to anyone else. “Damn, you proper stink-worse than I ever did” he said as he took as siff from your honking damp body. If felt like being in a blanket of sweat, constricting and thick, heavy and wet. You were in ecstasy.

Gaz held you up and wrapped you around his waist, tucking you into his jock strap and rubbing his hairy ass crack through you, letting out a thick musky fart. You felt part of you move from the blast, new stinks, new sweats. You wanted it all, the curse made sure of that.

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“Yeah, a decent sweat towel is what I need, your rank as fuck, but damn turns me the hell on-plus now I never need to shower again now I got you towel boy” A final new feeling as part of you was pressed, his cock tenting you though the jock as he walked, rubbing the musk and cum into you further. You felt everything, tasted everything, it was your very being, your destiny to be this damp, stained fuck towel. To be used instead of a shower, you’ll forever be even more foul than Gaz could be. Maybe you’ll even be handed off to one of his other cursed victims.