Stay Holding On (Patreon)

My relationship with Brad was always a little rocky. We tried our best to love each other but that was so much easier said than done. The sex was great and the pent-up aggression certainly helped there but we simply couldn't help ourselves when it came to disagreements. The pettiest things would start the mightiest of conflicts and more often than not I was the one left in tears. I'd threatened to end things with Brad multiple times but he could read me like a book and called my bluff with ease. Everybody had remarked from day one that he was a catch and totally out of my league and I knew that I'd never be able to get better if I was to put him in my rear view mirror. Gorgeous guys like Brad were rare appearances in anybody's life and I'd be a fool to let him go.

Unfortunately I was a fool in a whole other way as I was blissfully ignorant of the fact that Brad wasn't simply angry at me but in fact bored. I didn't want to believe that he could be unfaithful but more than once I had caught him eyeing up some of our close friends and he hadn't been nearly as interested in getting my clothes off in the past several weeks. That was most unlike him as it was no secret that he was something of a sexual beast and our love-making was one of the few remaining elements of the relationship that left us feeling fulfilled and like actual boyfriends for once.

Eventually the truth emerged after another blistering argument and Brad confessed that he was ready to move on. I was so blind to how finished he was with me that I still believed there was something left to salvage and made it clear that I wasn't going anywhere. "I'm not ready to leave you," I insisted, "And I don't think you really want to let me go either." I clung to that hope, not wanting to consider how my immediate future would unfold should Brad truly be done with our relationship, but the look in his face caused the hope to crumble. "Please baby," I mumbled, dropping to my knees and wrapping my arms around his waist. I was practically begging - hardly my finest moment. "Keep me with you."

Brad's hand came down against the back of my head, fingers tracing through the hair, and I was surprised by how warm he felt against me. "Don't make me do this," he murmured, his words tinged in remorse, "It'll be easier if you just go, I promise." Despite what he said, I couldn't bring myself to leave with the shreds of dignity that remained. I wanted to hold on for as long as I could so I decided to remain there until I was forced off. Faced with the prospect of losing Brad forever I had become surprisingly stubborn, something that was uncharacteristic of my normal self. I had always been the more submissive and reserved one of the relationship - Brad had always been the leader and I was his follow. Now I was terrified that I would no longer be able to follow him at all.

Pressing my face against his abdomen, I closed my eyes and prayed for logic to prevail. Couldn't Brad see that despite our flaws we were made for each other? It was as clear as day to me! "Please, baby, please," I begged. His touch only seemed to grow warmer as he held me against him and let out a long sigh, as if resigning himself to a decision. 

"I'll keep you with me," he confirmed finally, sending a wave of relief washing through me. "But I need a change. I can't do this - do us - anymore, but you're right. I don't want to let you go either." His words gave mixed messages and as I tried to pull away and look him in the eyes I found myself unable to unlink my arms from around his waist. It was as if they had fused together! Attempting to pull my head back provided no results either and panic began to rise inside of me as a result. What the hell was happening to me? "I warned you, babe. I said it would have been better for you to just go. You never listen to me, do you?"

My mind raced. Had he drugged me? I could see no logical reason why, despite all my struggling, I was unable to tear myself away from him. All of my previous desire to stay close to him forever had vanished and was replaced by a desperate urge to escape, one that I simply couldn't make my body fulfil. Even my attempts to formulate words fizzled away into nothingness and cries for help did no better either. 

As the seconds passed I began to realise that I could no longer feel whole parts of my body. The sensation of my knees against the ground was gone. In fact all I could feel was my arms wrapped around Brad's waist and my face against his lower abdomen. What had happened to the rest of my body? I was desperate to cry out in alarm but I no longer had a mouth to scream with, nor was I able to force my eyes open. I was completely stuck against Brad, wrapped around him like an item of clothing.

Much to my surprise I soon began to feel the presence of my ex-boyfriend's stiffening cock against where my mouth had been and pleasure began to trickle through whatever remained of my body. The panic in my mind was quelled for a moment, replaced by a sudden intense desire. "That's it," I heard Brad's voice say in a soothing tone. "Just relax and let it happen. It'll feel good in the end." As much as I didn't want to, I found myself trusting what he said. The pleasure I now felt was certainly preferable to the panic I had been experiencing for the several few minutes.

Heeding his words, I allowed myself to relax and soon discovered that it wasn't just his hard shaft that I could feel but also his thick muscular quads and round perky ass cheeks. I was entirely wrapped around his mid-section like an item of clothing and was deliciously stretched by his extremities. If I still had my mouth I would have whimpered in delight from the sensual sensation but I was quite content simply to enjoy my new form, the panic of moments before quickly forgotten.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed when Brad finally pulled me off from around his waist and dropped me to the floor. The moment I hit the carpet I truly understood that I was now just a pair of boxers that would be wrapped around my ex-boyfriend's ass and cock on the occasion. Otherwise I would sit dirty on his bedroom floor or even hidden away in a drawer until he saw fit to wear me again. Those long moments away from Brad terrified me but it was the thought of being wrapped around him once more and even experiencing his cum soaking into my new fabric body that kept me eager for the next time he would pull me up over his thick legs and trap me against his fat ass and big bulge.