Chapters tagged living clothing

by JayHawk303

Chapter 1

_Hi everyone! Vestiphile here, adding a new intro to Jayhawk303's wonderful seed story regarding a certain slacker named Tristan and his suddenly-ambitious clothes. I asked Jay if I could move Tristan's chapter into a thread so that we could have more guys to play with in other t...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 2

_This chapter is created and written by Jayhawk303; I was permitted to write a new intro so that Tristan could be one of many guys subject to the whims of animated clothing and objects. Thanks!_ - - - - - - The alarm had been going off for almost a full minute for the fifth tim...

by TregunaMekoides

Chapter 2

The blue jeans stood in front of a mirror as if there were a body in them. They turned side to side as if they were admiring themselves, tensing and folding at their emulated joints just as they would've if Bobby were wearing them. They turned around and bent over, accentuating t...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 2

> Part of a <2000 word challenge issued on JayHawk303's "Male Living Clothing" discord server, > re: describing an enchanted object experiencing an orgasm. This was my entry. He came on me once. It was just a drop, but it was enough to spark something. My awareness came on s...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 3

He was straining against his briefs. There still seemed to be a hyperawareness in his eyes, but I don’t think it was terror. His breath flowing against me was slow and tempered, and his eyes were jumping between the glove I had against his mouth, and the one that was reaching for...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 3

“Mwai! Mwai.” He said behind my glove. He held my other hand with his, just as I was about to peel back his briefs. I tried continuing, but his entire body shifted as he made an even greater effort to fight me. “Plee. Mwai. Mehme taw.” I didn’t think he was going to scream now. I...

by Vestiphile

Chapter 3

I pulled him right out of his drawers. He wiggled around a little when I did it, reaching down to grab my hand at his waist while he began prying at the one on his mouth again. He was saying muffled things behind my glove, and I thought after he calmed down that we’d be past this...