A taste

Terry screamed as he felt his new fabric body stretch out again, a fresh load of ass sweat soaking into his very being. The foul taste of salty, fermented sweat and the smell of swampy, unwashed ass embedding itself into him. Terry tried shouting and pleading once again, trying desperately to get the bodybuilder to stop his workout but it was hopeless.

Terry had been gossiping with his gal pals, admiring the models and hunks on social media when they had come across this hulking, handsome stud of a man. The girls had complained that he was too big, too bulky and would be far too obsessed with working out, but Terry thought differently. He loved huge muscles and he couldn't confess that enough to the girls even going as far as saying "Damn girls, he would be my dream guy, I mean I wish that I could just get a taste of a man like that. I would never leave his side." Then with that his vision had clouded with a green fog and now, now he was this.

He was nothing but a pair of plain, standard grey sweat pants being worn by a very big and very sweaty bodybuilder. His body was so tight and so form fitting that he could feel every aspect of the guy's ass and crotch, whats more he could taste every aspect as well. Terry felt the bodybuilder go for another squat, his face being pushed and stretched as the ginormous muscle ass was spread open and the stench and sweat was released. The musky, dirty smell of a bodybuilders butt crack being rubbed into him. Terry had instinctive tried to call for help, to get the bodybuilder's attention but sadly now that Terry was a piece of clothing he had no mouth to vocalise his torture. Terry was practically hysterical as he wailed for the guy that now owned him to stop, it was then a loud unsettling grumbling came from above. Terry hoped he had finally made some progress with the muscle stud he was now wrapped around but unfortunately all Terry got from the bodybuilder was a strained grunt and loud, bassy protein fart blasted directly into his cloth face.

Terry coughed and spluttered as the foul concetrated ass gas was forcfully blown into his senses, the smell intensified by the heat and sweat. The gross, malodourous stench, ripe with bodybuilder shit and musk was so overwhelming that Terry couldn't help but start crying. All Terry could do was sob and whimper as the disgusting protein fart permanently stained his new body, the smell forever lingering, never disappearing. Terry didn't know what he had done to deserve this, he prayed it was a dream but sadly Terry soon found out after a 3 hour workout and forty protein farts later that this was no dream.

Terry had wished for a taste of man, well now he would get to feel, taste and smell the same muscular ass for the rest of his lowly existence as a bodybuilder's favourite pair of sweat pants.