Another Bad Wish 2 (FtM, Inanimate TF) (Patreon)

Commission for KayrneThanks to the mischievous genie in the bottle, Denise is now Devon, the hyper virile football star of the college, trap

Commission for Kayrne

Thanks to the mischievous genie in the bottle, Denise is now Devon, the hyper virile football star of the college, trapped in male form. Connie, on the other hand, is having to adapt to life as her friend’s living inanimate underwear. Together, the two must figure out how their new lives will operate.

Double post for today! One free and one exclusive! This is the sequel to Another Bad Wish that I'm excited to post at the same time as the original, both commissioned by Kayrne. 

This story is a set in the same universe as the original One Bad Wish. Patrons also have access to One Bad Wish 2. Neither story is required to understand this one.

Another Bad Wish 2

Connie woke, and automatically went to sigh, until she remembered that she couldn’t. Everything was dark, but at least she was comfortable. In these spaces of time after she woke she simply . . . existed. It was almost relaxing in a way. She was just an article of clothing, a male underwear in a closed drawer, folded neatly upon a pile of other underwear below her. Not that the other underwear was ever really used much; Connie only needed to be washed once a week due to her magical existence, and she never became stretched or worn or torn. She was the perfect pair of underwear, able to be worn by the most well-endowed man at her local college, and contain his impressive package against her soft ‘skin.’

For now though, she simply existed. That was basically what she always did, in a way: existed. She remembered having limbs, being able to walk and talk and eat and write and so on. Now, she couldn’t do any of that, all thanks to a misspoken wish that left her an article of male clothing destined to be worn by her former friend and now owner for life.

It had all started six months ago, when Connie and her friend Denise were chatting along the beach. Connie had been an ordinary girl, a little frumpy and nerdy, but happy with herself, even if she was frustrated that she didn’t have a boyfriend. Denise, on the other hand, was her childhood friend whose puberty had hit her like a truck. She had been gorgeous; a busty brunette that made all the boys stare. But she was between relationships. The two had come across the famous Joey Heart, busty billionaire model, and Denise had been astonished. The woman, who seemed a little irritated at her own life and developing pregnancy, gave them a lamp, hoping that it would bring them more luck than it had her. Not realising it’s true power, they later summoned a gorgeous genie from the bottle. Neither could have known how manipulative she would be. Denise wished she “could have a hot manbod to make all the other boys jealous,” while a stammering Connie accidentally said “I wish Denise could be more supportive of me and willing to keep me closer underwear - I mean under her care!”

The genie had smirked, and granted both wishes. Now, Denise was Devon, the handsome, athletic, muscular, and incredibly well-endowed member of the male football team. She indeed had a ‘manbod’ that made other boys jealous, and was having to adapt to being attracted to hot women and having them attracted to him, all while navigating life as an alpha male rather than a busty cheerleader.

Connie, on the other hand, got the far rawer deal. As a result of her silly stammer, she had been turned into Denise’s male underwear, a bright red set of briefs that pressed tight against her immense penis, cushioning her large balls, and pressing around his athletic ass. She was a living but inanimate object, capable of hearing and feeling, and a sort of ‘taste’ when it came to those hairy balls and dick against her. She did have a sense of smell, one that came from absorbing the musk and sweat of Devon’s body as he worked out or played his games. And she could, at least, communicate mentall with her new owner. But that was about it. No one remembered her existence, she was now famous only as Devon’s ‘Lucky Reds’ - his lucky red underwear that helped him win his games, and that women often requested he keep around his hips as he fucked them, for ‘good luck.’

To say it was a change in life would be a dramatic understatement, and even after six months, Connie was still struggling at times. Her life was at the whims of Devon, and she was very grateful at least that the other part of her wish had been granted; her friend was much more supportive of her and treated her well, even if Connie was constantly supportive in turn - supportive of her friend’s huge dick.

The drawer opened, and Connie felt warm sunlight on her polyester.

‘Morning, master,’ she spoke mentally.

“Oh come on, Connie, you know I’m not your master,” a deep, male voice responded.

‘Might as well be. After all, you own me now. I’m just a piece of freakin’ underwear.’

She was pulled up into the air by strong hands, and despite herself, she couldn’t help but feel a little existed. She wanted to shiver - she felt like shivering - as a powerful leg was inserted into her left hole, then her right, and she was pulled up over Devon’s thighs. She cooed a little as she felt his balls descend against her fabric, stretching it temporarily, and even moreso when his large dick strained her fabric.

‘Oh God, that feels nice. It’s nice to be worn.’

“I’m glad you enjoy it,” Devon responded. He fiddled with the underwear, adjusting his cock, and something like a hunger stirred in Connie. She tried not to voice it mentally.

“Comfy?”

‘Very. What’s the plan for today? You aren’t going to work out too much, are you? I don’t mind getting some of your sweat, but I feel like my head goes all foggy when you absolutely drench me. It’s like being drunk.’

“Yeah, you get all silly, I remember. Though I don’t think your ‘head’ goes foggy.”

‘Whatever. My waistband, or something. You try being turned into a pair of underwear and see if you can get the terminology right. Anyway, what’s the plan? Still have that date with Bianca?’

“Nah, I called it off.”

‘Really? I thought you were hot for her. Actually, I know you were hot for her. Your damn throbbing erection just about tore a new hole through me. I swear, if I didn’t magically regain my elasticity, I’d be stretched as far as China by now.’

A large hand patted her on the fabric that hugged her friend’s backside.

“Yeah, sorry about that. No, I’m trying to fight this wish, even a little. I’ve got this annoying compulsion to be such a jock, and it’s so weird!”

‘Yeah, I can’t imagine how weird it would be,’ Connie said sarcastically.

“I’m not saying I have it worse, I’m just saying that even as nice as it feels to have sex with a pretty girl or hear those cheering crowds and score touchdowns, it’s not the real me, you know? Like, I’m still Denise deep down, even if I can’t tell other people that. I still miss wearing cute outfits, or nice bikinis, and hanging out with girlfriends, and being able to open up to people. You know, girl stuff. But acting like a macho jock is something this wish wants me to do, and that means fucking all these girls, and I just want to resist that compulsion as long and as often as I can, even if I want it.”

Connie understood that. She had compulsions too, ones she didn’t share with Denise. But while her life was difficult, she sympathised with the desire to fight the curse as much as possible. Both of them had discussed Joey Heart, and who she might have been once. A man? An ordinary nerdy girl? It was impossible to know, but she clearly tried to find little ways to resist the curse. Perhaps Denise-as-Devon could too.

‘Well, maybe we can just spend the night together, chilling and talking like old times.’

Devon shifted. While Connie was just a sentient pair of underwear now, she had learned over the last six months how to interpret the movements of her friend-turned-owner, and what they could mean. Devon liked the idea.

“That would actually be really nice. We can watch some movies together.”

‘I can’t see.’

“Listen to a podcast?”

‘That’s better. And I can help keep your mind off all the hot boys with their big dicks.’

Devon paused, midway through putting on a pair of shorts.

“Um, you mean hot girls with big tits, right? Since I’m a straight dude now?”

‘Whatever. Just because you’re hot for girls now doesn’t mean I have to be.’

The excuse seemed to suffice. In truth, Connie was struggling not to give voice to that slowly churning need within her fabrics. The tightness around her leg holes, the stiffness of Devon’s deck against her threads.

***

Devon managed to last only three days before even talking about a hot girl he knew made him hard. True to his word, he hadn’t had sex with anyone, even when Pari, the gorgeous Indian girl with the sizeable chest, asked him out. He’d declined, trying to fight against his impulses. Connie felt his strain often; his dick was constantly tensing against her, straining to escape her elastic confines in the hopes of thrusting into some girl. If Connie was still human, she would have been drooling from the sensation of that fat penis-head rubbing against her. It made her groan mentally, and she tried to disguise it from Devon, claiming it was just tiredness from a long day or ‘underwear problems, you wouldn’t understand.’

Both of them were growing frustrated, until the third night.

“Fuck!” Devon complained. “I can’t keep fighting this! I need to cum in someone!”

He had just managed to take a piss, and had taken several minutes to do so because his dick was so damn hard. At least he was careful with his urine; Connie never appreciated having his pee sometimes dribble out into her, even if it did taste . . . different, to what she expected. Normal, in a way. But it was the principle of the thing!

“It won’t go down! It’s been like this for ages!”

Connie knew this well; he had been pushing the limits of her soft fabrics for some hours now, to the point where it had been utterly embarrassing when Devon answered the doorbell to grab the UberEats delivered pizza and was full mast in his trousers, much to the delivery man’s surprise.

‘You’re doing so well, Devon. You’ve made it three days. Maybe that’s all you should aim for.’

Devon stomped around the room, now wearing nothing more than the briefs. Connie felt the strength of his thighs against her, the toned lower stomach across her band. Even his ass cheeks were firm. One thing about becoming underwear she hadn’t foreseen was how wonderfully relaxing and comfortable being totally passive could be, particularly on someone else. Still, she was getting a little turned on by that throbbing erection.

“I can’t do it, I can’t!”

Devon reached down and rubbed Connie against his dick. Her fabric wrapped around his massive shaft, and her mind became briefly foggy with anticipation.

‘Ahh . . . Devon, what are you doing?’

His thighs clenched against her lower fabric, and she felt his balls practically pulsating with produce. God, he was really, really turned on right now.

“It’s another compulsion, Connie,” Devon said, voice verging on desperate. He gave a manly grunt as he rubbed up and down his length penis, pressing Connie’s material against him. “I need to jack off! I need to jack off into you!”

‘Wait - what? Into me?”

A powerful hand descended and clenched the cotton fabric around Devon’s ass. It made Connie give a mental yelp. She could feel sweat beginning to exude from her owner’s genitals, soaking into her. It had a pungent taste, and a powerful, magnetic scent. At least, those were her closest approximations of taste and smell, now. In truth, they were far more powerful, like they were heightened as compensation for the loss of her sight and ability to move.

“Yes, into you! I’m sorry Connie, but it’s stronger even than the need to fuck a hot chick. I know you’ve been around my hips when I cummed inside a lot of women, but this is different. I need to masturbate into you.”

‘What? Why? Can’t you not?’

Another manly grunt. Devon felt delirious, his muscles taut with concentration. “No,” he finally said, “I’m sorry, I can’t. I need to cum into you. I need to squirt my jizz all over you.”

Connie’s mind raced inside her inanimate form. This was insane; this had never happened. She was more and more turned on by his straining cock, and every stroke over his powerful hand pressed her closer against his manhood. But it was wrong, wasn’t it? But then why did it feel so good?

‘But it’ll be all . . . sticky! I didn’t like this stuff as a girl, and I can’t even wipe myself down. Won’t it soak in and get all crinkly in my fabric?’

“I - ahhh - I don’t know, Connie! I’m sorry, but - oh fuck - like you said a few days ago, this is one of those owner situations. Guys masturbate into their underwear right? I think this is the wish forcing me to do this, but I don’t know why! Ohhh!”

That’s when Connie realised. It wasn’t Denise’s wish, it was her own. She had wished also for Denise to be “more supportive” of her, and in her new form, that meant not just remaining a good friend, but pleasuring Connie in the only way living underwear apparently could be; by being jacked off into.

‘Oh no, this is my doing.’

“What? How?”

Connie didn’t know how to proceed. It was a good thing underwear couldn’t blush, but then again, she was red all over already.

‘Um, I wished for you to be more supportive. And . . . well, feeling your big dick against me is actually really, really nice.’

Devon was silent for a moment.

“Wow, okay.”

‘Yeah. It’s embarrassing.’

“Don’t be.”

‘It’s an underwear thing. You wouldn’t understand.’

She could almost hear the smile from Devon. “Actually, I do understand, Connie. I understand a lot. Because right now my balls are so damn full of jizz they’re aching to explode, and I bet you’re just aching to feel that explosion, aren’t you? Be honest.”

‘I am. Oh fuck, Denise, I really am. I didn’t mean to wish for any of this, but I want you to rub me against you. I want your hot cum on my cotton!’

“Thank fuck, because I was going to cum all over you anyway!”

His hand gripped even further around Connie, making her gasp mentally, feeling wonderfully passive putty against her friend, her owner. It was incredibly fucking sexy, and it only reminded Connie of how much she had missed out on sex when she was a human, having gone through a dry period for several months before she was transformed. But this was better than any sex she’d had before; it was like she was at the whims of a primal, masculine forth, and she was fully wrapped around it, at the mercy of it, helpless and submissive to it. His sweet-tasting sweat soaked into her lining, and its smell was pungent and powerful. Fingers gripped her material and pulled it right around Devon’s cock, so that she was now tight against his mast, bunched around it, being penetrated by it.

“Oh fuck! Jesus fuck you feel so damn good Connie!”

‘You - ahhh - too Devon! This is - Ohhaarhhhh - the best sex I’ve ever h-had!’

“Good, because I’m gonna fuck you more than once tonight!”

‘Oohhh p-please! I want that so, so bad!’

The grip over her tightened, stroking up and down. Devon thrust his hips as he stood, enhancing the feel against her, stretching Connie even further. They were both so near a crescendo, and each could sense it in the other. Devon’s balls were thrumming with content, and Connie was nearly delirious with want.

‘I want your cum on me! I want to taste it so bad Denise!’

“Call me Devon! Beg me to cum on you!”

‘Please please please cum all over me Devon!’

“I will! I’m going to jizz all over you, you dirty pair of underwear. I’m going to - Aahh aAHHH OOHHHHh!”

His balls tensed, and for just a split second, Connie relished in the moment that was about to happen, like standing before a wave and knowing it was going to crash over you. His dick stiffened straight.

And then it pulsed.

“OOhhhhhhhhh!” Devon moaned, as thick wads of semen shot from her enormous penis, load after load staining his underwear.

‘Mmhhhmmmmm!’ Connie responded, incapable of words. Load after load splattered into her, warm and wet and sticky and wonderful. It tasted so different from the few blowjobs she had given as a human; far stronger and sweeter, and every taste of it only erupted her in orgasm. And then, to her astonishment, as Devon’s balls tightened once more, and a fourth load of his seed came firing into her fabric, Connie shivered.

Actually shivered.

‘Ohhh God I just - aahh - m-moved!’

“You did! I felt it!”

‘S-so m-much cum! You’re f-filling m-me uuuupp!”

It was true. Her surface was utterly splattered. Already, wet splotches of cum were spilling down Devon’s leg. His balls had certainly been full.

‘Mhhhm, that tastes real good, Denise. I mean, Devon.’

“You like that, did you?”

‘Mm-hm. I’m still - ahhh - coming down from it. That was . . . a lot. Woo! I can barely think. It was nice feeling you just wrap me around you. I felt so submissive.’

“You liked having a master?”

‘Maybe. Thought I guess I like to think of you as my owner. Just like I’m you’re Lucky Reds.’

Devon laughed. “Oh damn, I feel so much better now. Maybe, even if I still have to fuck a few girls a week, you can help ‘bring me down’ like that a few times a week as well?”

Connie thrummed with excitement. Now that she’d finally given into the desire to be cummed into, she found herself suddenly free to express that want again.

‘Or maybe . . . more than a few times a week? I think - I think I’m absorbing your semen anyway, so I’ll soon be clean. I still only need a wash once a week if that’s the case. You can - well, you can cum in me anytime, Devon.’

Devon rubbed her slowly softening penis, and Connie purred mentally in his mind.

“I think I can support you that way, Conn. That’s what you wished for, right?”

It was.

***

From that day, Connie began to embrace her new life as a pair of male briefs. It was a life of total passivity, but in a way, that’s what made it rewarding. She no longer had to worry about going to work, or waking up on time, or making enough money, or taxes or bills. All she had to be annoyed about was the occasional wet rollercoaster ride of a washing machine service once a week. She didn’t even have to worry about relationships; she had Denise, though when they were intimate together, he liked to be called Devon. Their shared masturbation sessions were a source of incredible sexual pleasure to Connie, and the feeling of her owner ejaculating into her always made her cry out mentally, just as she savoured the taste and smell and texture of his cum, and the way it soaked into her along with his sweat.

As the weeks after that fateful day passed, she found more and more to enjoy about her new life. It wasn’t necessarily what she asked for, and occasionally she was irritated that she couldn’t add to a conversation that Devon was having, or move independently, or see through a set of eyes. But being wrapped around Devon’s cock, or firm against him while he fucked another woman, was enough for her.

In some ways, life as a pair of underwear was not unlike a holiday at a tropical resort: all the activities were planned, there were no worries or real world cares, and she could simply relax in the presence of a handsome man.

And, of course, there was plenty of sex. And that was perhaps enough for Connie, to enjoy the rest of her life as Devon’s ‘Lucky Reds’. Goodness knows he was going places, and she’d always be with him, bringing him good luck, and being pleasured against his cock. She had a feeling she was going to soak in a lot of jizz from her owner’s balls in their many shared years to come.

Or rather, to cum.

The End