A Unique Way To Break Up (Patreon)

Matthew had a unique way of getting rid of the guys he got bored of. It was rare for him to be out of a relationship any longer than a week at a time, he was a good-looking guy and naturally attracted the attention of other good-looking guys. Unfortunately looks weren’t everything and Matthew soon discovered that many of the men were either dull to talk to or worse: boring in bed. He liked to live a fast and furious lifestyle and too many guys he found himself partnered with simply couldn’t keep up. He didn’t just dump them and move onto the next one though, as even if they weren’t right to be his lover, they could still be useful to him. He didn’t even have to bother with the tiring nature of announcing they were breaking up, he just simply had to take a picture of them using a special app on his phone and - woosh, gone was Mr Boring and in his place would be the latest addition to Matthew’s underwear drawer!

He’d lost count how many guys he’d added to that drawer in the past year that he’d been using the app - forty? Fifty? He certainly didn’t remember most of their names either, although there were always a few who stood out in his memory. Jason, for example, had been a total deviant in bed but would never shut up about his love for rocks and minerals whenever they were out at lunch together. Jason was now a lime green jockstrap that Matthew liked to don whenever he was feeling particularly saucy on a given day. Then there was Paulie, a twink whose voice had ultimately just been too grating for Matthew, even if he gave great head. He’d become an aquamarine pair of briefs decorated with little lollipop icons that always looked great when they hugged the large round cheeks of his carefully sculpted ass. Knowing that each of his ex-boyfriends was getting a healthy taste of his meat whenever he groped himself through their fabric bodies always turned Matthew on and it wasn’t uncommon for him to bust his load inside them too. He only wished he could hear their voices as he reached his climax but he was certain that they loved still getting the chance to soak him up even in their new forms!

Although he had enjoyed three weeks of crazy hot sex with his latest squeeze, Matthew knew that the time for Harry to transition to his new purpose was approaching. Harry was a nice guy, perhaps a little quiet, but he had a skilled mouth and had incredible stamina in the bedroom. The conversation wasn’t bad either, which was why he’d lasted several days longer than the average time Matthew kept guys around. That boredom was finally starting to creep in though and Matthew was already scouting his social media profiles to find his next victim. No, victim was the wrong word - he was giving them a treat, not punishing them! They were more like recipients really. Particularly lucky recipients of an incredible gift, to be specific.

After one last Monday morning marathon of bedroom acrobatics Matthew made an excuse to leave his partner in bed, offering to get them both glasses of water. Pausing in the doorway though, he unlocked his phone and accessed the app that he had much such good use of over the past year. Turning, he snapped a photo of Harry, still half covered by the sheets, and then turned to fetch himself a drink from the kitchen. He’d seen the transformation so many times that it had lost much of its initial excitement and he was quite content to let it all happen without him being present. He already knew that in just a couple of minutes he’d return to find a new pair of briefs or a jockstrap where his now ex-boyfriend had been laying.

Harry was physically exhausted from the hours-long sex session with his handsome stud of a boyfriend but it didn’t take him long to realize that the strange lethargy that came over his body was from more than that. He tried to lift his arm but the limb seemed to be made of lead, it was so heavy and rigid. Panic began to wash over him as he realized that he didn’t even have the strength to raise his head from the pillow. His body was locking up! Attempting to open his mouth and call out to Matthew for assistance or even just to scream out in fear was just as unsuccessful. All he could do was stare up at the ceiling with terrified eyes as his body began to spasm and retract. With each passing second the world around him looked larger and larger. Even the bedsheets suddenly seemed like huge ocean waves rising far above him, threatening to crash down and suffocate him.

Matthew returned to the bedroom shortly afterwards and his lips curled up into a smile as he saw the bright red boxer briefs waiting for him. A classic look for sure, but definitely one that was appreciated. Plucking them from the bed, he spared a brief moment to wonder how Harry felt about his unexpected transformation, before lowering them enough that he could put his feet through the holes and then bring the boxer briefs up around his junk and ass. Just as anticipated, Harry was a perfect fit and Matthew let out a rumble of pleasure as he began to grope at the hardening length that was already starting to tent out the front of the underwear.

No sooner had he begun to enjoy the latest addition to his collection though that it became clear that something wasn’t quite right. A strange fuzziness spread throughout his body and his weak legs sent him staggering back onto the bed. A gasp escaped his lips as he felt a strange pulling motion coming from inside of him and a sudden voice cry out within his mind - Harry’s voice. “What’s happening?” Matthew gasped, even as he began losing control of his vocal chords. Moments later he was grunting and groaning as he resumed stroking his hard cock through the fabric but neither of those things were actually done by Matthew himself. He was losing control!

Even as he began to understand what was happening to him it was too late for Matthew to actively fight back. His consciousness was forced into the fabric prison he had attempted to trap Harry in and instead his ex-boyfriend was granted full access and control of his body! Matthew was hyper-aware of the hard cock stretching out his fabric limits and the trickling of pre-cum that causes his senses to go absolutely haywire, like somebody having their very first sip of sambuca. Nothing made sense and yet at the same time everything did. All he needed to focus on was how good it felt to have that hard cock filling him up and hoping he’d get more of a taste of that sweet nectar that was already proving to be so addicting. He was so caught up in the moment that he hardly noticed that his body was upright once more and stood in front of the mirror. One hand mercifully remained at his crotch to massage his shaft through Matthew’s fabric body while the other reached up to grope at his meaty pecs, deep growls of pleasure escaping his lips in the process. Matthew was vaguely aware of the fact that Harry was now the one in control of his body and yet he felt strangely okay with that fact, as long as the other kept wearing him!

Harry himself was rather surprised to suddenly find himself in the body of his ex-lover but he wasn’t entirely complaining. Matthew had an incredible body and a gorgeous cock but he was something of a selfish lover and too arrogant to tolerate for long periods of time. He’d actually been considering dumping Matthew when the other had apparently made the step for him. Harry suspected that he had his godmother to thank for the curse dispeller she had placed upon him at his christening all those years ago that prevented him from falling victim to any dark magic. Of course, Matthew wasn’t to know that. In fact, Harry hadn’t thought it was real until he’d become living proof of it! It did make him wonder about all the assorted undergarments that were in Matthew’s wardrobe though and just how many of them were his predecessors. Considering his ex-lover’s reputation, probably many of them, but the prospect only served to excite Harry further. He only knew one thing for certain: he was going to have fun working through the large variety of boxers, briefs, jockstraps and things!