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  • Writer's pictureHenry Cavanaugh

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“You want to stop being my shirt? Come on, bro, you know that’s not true. You love being worn by me! You love having my muscles stretch you out, love having people groping and grabbing at my muscles through you. Be honest, being my shirt is the best thing that’s ever happened to you, isn’t it?”

I’ve always been a fan of online video content because I saw it as the future of television and Rooster Teeth were my favorite of the bunch, not least because they had a number of hot guys in their content who always kept my attention. My favorite of the bunch was Blaine Gibson because how could he not be with those strong muscles of his and the ego that kept him showing off regularly?


When the opportunity came up for me to finally meet him at a convention I was nervous as hell but determined not to embarrass myself. I shook his hand, told him that I loved the content he made and took a selfie with him. I thought that was going to be the end of my time with him but then he shook my hand again and I felt a shock run through me. Just a few hours later and I was feeling faint enough to trip over my own feet and the last thing I saw before I blacked out was Blaine dragging me off the convention floor…


Now I’m just another item of Rooster Teeth merchandise, namely a shirt that’s a size too small for Blaine and hugs every curve of his muscle as a result. At first I found the experience pretty hot and was enjoying feeling him flex against me but when I realized he had no plans to turn me back into a human and that most of the other shirts in his wardrobe are other fans then I began to panic.

“I think what you really want is for me to wear you more,” Blaine continued, running his hands all over me. He even bounced his pecs, sounding pleasure vibrating around my newly fabric body. “That’s it, isn’t it?” Easily the worst thing about being nothing more than an item of clothing was how weak my brain now was. Even though I desperately wanted to be myself I couldn’t help but give into what he wanted from me. It did feel pretty great having his muscular body stretching me out like this after all and how many people really get the opportunity to worship their crush’s body like this?

I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if he was to keep me like this for the foreseeable future, would it? Maybe I really do just want him to wear me more like he said!

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