Worn Out - Inanimate Caption

Worn Out

Sam had been working really hard over the past few weeks. More than he ever had been, in fact. Originally, he really was just a hard-working guy, staying at work late just because he saw the value in it, but when his wife started to show signs of infidelity… well, he started working harder in order to give him a way to really find out for sure. Some people would go about things differently… set up a security system, directly confront her, heck, even just show up from work early. But Sam had something else in mind… what if he changed himself into one of his wife’s articles of clothing to really be there in the moment? It was foolproof, she wouldn’t suspect him, she wouldn’t even have a way to know, and she would be her most truthful and ignorant the day he decided to go through with it. So, he found someone capable of the transformation, made sure he would be able to change back when the opportunity presented himself and then had himself made into a perfect clone of the bra in one of her finest sets of underwear. If she were going out to meet some other guy… this would be what she would wear.

The transformation was… smooth would probably be the best way to describe it. The feeling of silk touching the skin, but it was more, it enveloped him entirely, the feeling was hard to really convey beyond that. It was what Sam imagined basking in the clouds of heaven under a warm ray of sun would feel like. In contrast that, the structure that part of his body became, the straps and lining that held his intricate patterns together. It contrasted the rest of his newfound form perfectly, adding security to the looseness and freedom the soft portions of him provided. If his wife wasn’t actually cheating on him… maybe trying this out another time wouldn’t be so bad… Although he was pretty sure she was. But for now, he had a mission to do. The morning after, his wife put him on, put on a sexy office outfit he had once told her he loved, and they left the house.

Initially, Sam didn’t know what building they found themselves in. It was a clean, orderly, somewhat soulless building. An office building not unlike the one she worked at… actually, it was a lot like her office building, because it was her office building! From the looks of things, everything was going as you would expect it to go for your average office woman, and Sam was beginning to doubt that he had anything to suspect. He had been convinced that she was going somewhere else on these days since she normally had them off from work, but maybe it really was all just some misunderstanding, and she was just a little distant? But then, not too far into the day, his wife stopped working and made her way to her manager's office. Maybe she had a question for him. Yeah, surely it was something innocent…

“So, it’s about that time…” She slowly made her way around his desk to his side… it was this guy? Someone who had been so nice to Sam in the past, he was offended! But sure enough, her tone, her movements, it was all reminiscent of the days when Sam and his wife’s romance was at its peak.

“I believe it is!” He stood up and pinned her against his desk. This was really happening… but Sam had to hold himself back a little longer to really confirm things. “When are you going to leave that useless husband of yours? He doesn’t satisfy you like I do, and it isn’t like he makes that much more than me… a guy like him isn’t worth your time.” He said all this as he began to undress her… that was all Sam really needed to hear, but he was in shock. Useless? Leave him? Did she really dislike him that much now? Sam didn’t have too much time to think before he felt a ripping sensation. But it wasn’t just his heart… in his eagerness, his wife’s manager had torn him! A stinging sensation resided as Sam reeled in disbelief. “Ha, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be!” His wife practically pounced on him as he said that. If Sam had torn something of hers, she would have thrown a fit, but when this guy did it, it turned her on. That display of male strength and dominance? She loved it. As pathetic as Sam felt at this moment, almost literally being thrown aside as if he were nothing by his wife and her secret lover, he had to change back… he had to confront them! But as he gathered all that courage… nothing happened. He couldn’t change back. He tried a lot of things, as many as he could in his inanimate form, but nothing worked. Sam didn’t know it, but if he was ruined as a piece of clothing, there was no reversing the spell, not without a lot of work… if things got any worse, he would be doomed. So all he could do was sit there, below her breasts as another man fondled them. Feeling the friction of his dick as she gave him a titjob, the warm seeping sensation of his semen entering his fabrics, and he was ruined further and his wife ripped him off of her. truly cementing his place as this object forever. Windows covered, door closed, nobody to call out to as his wife mounted her manager, and they entered a session of lovemaking he could’ve only dreamed of giving her.