I had now been trapped in the darkness of Jeremy’s boxers for several hours. From what I could hear in my muffled prison between the right side of his nutsack and his right thigh, Jeremy was sitting at a desk, using a computer, and frequently answering phones. He must be at work. The heat was increasing all around me, causing my “body” to feel hot and a layer of sweat to build up between me and his leg. The sweat layer would probably be unnoticeable to him, but I could feel the fluids drying and hardening around me after not moving or bouncing from this position for close to an hour. Suddenly the muscles in his thighs tightened, compressing me slightly. I was thrust forward and down as Jeremy finally stood up from his seat. I noticed I had remained in the same position instead of swinging downward. I had become stuck to his thigh. I could feel the thigh muscles tighten some more as I heard him let out a powerful moan that reverberated through me. He seemed to be stretching.
After a few moments, he ended his stretch by relaxing his leg muscles and slumped down a bit. I heard a rustling to my right side. Suddenly a wall of fabric appeared around me and squeezed, followed by pulling me away from the thigh. He had reached through his pocket fabric to unstick his penis from his leg. At this moment, I suddenly realized that essentially any time his shaft was squeezed or compressed, varying degrees of pleasure shot through me. After sitting nearly motionless for hours, I hoped he would do it again, but he released me from his grip and I tumbled back down, bouncing and swinging freely once again. The fabric of the boxers began to shift around me, back and forth, ensuring that I fall to the comfortable resting spot to the right of the crotch seam and down his right thigh. I certainly never had to worry about that. I remembered wondering what it would be like to have a massive cock… and, now I was one.
Jeremy’s thigh thrusted backwards away from me, and then back toward me, slamming me into it. He was now walking somewhere. With every footfall, I felt myself bob a little from the force. I heard him greet a few people as he walked, presumably coworkers. He continued walking for a bit, the ambient noise of whatever room he was in. I heard a large, heavy door swing open, followed by the sound of a hand dryer going off. Oh, shit. I realized what was happening. He was going to the bathroom. Somehow, I had forgotten that that would be a part of this situation.
Reaching his destination, Jeremy unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Using both hands, the left one pulled the boxers out and down, tucked under his sack. The other pulled me forward. From my upside-down viewpoint, I could see that I was at the base of a urinal. Great. His giant hand wrapped around me and lifted me up slightly and shook me around. In doing so I could see that we were next to another guy at the adjacent urinal. Jeremy had not bothered getting close enough to the urinal to hide himself, and instead spoke to the man with his penis on display, proudly. The man’s gaze locked directly with mine briefly, not that he had any idea I was there. I wished I could speak or scream for help. After exchanging some small talk, Jeremy stepped closer to the urinal and lifted me up slightly to aim. Then, it happened.
I felt my back inflate with hot fluid rushing through it. The head of his cock exploded open above me, spraying forth his golden stream into the waiting urinal. My assumption was confirmed – just like earlier as he ejaculated and I could taste and smell his cum, I could now taste and smell his urine. I had never tasted urine before, and had never planned to, but now another man’s urine was filling every one of my senses. The sour taste made me want to gag, if I had any reflexes to react with. The stream increased with pressure, causing me to inflate a bit. I could hear the hot liquid splattering harder against the urinal wall than when this began. Jeremy let out a confident, relaxed moan and sigh. “Been holding this in for a while”, he said, possible to himself. Going on 30 seconds, the stream showed no signs of slowing down. Jeremy began using his hand to shift the aim of his cock around, as if writing on the wall with his piss. He let out a satisfied snort at his own antics.
Going on well over a minute, the pressure finally eased off slightly and the piss stream began to slow down. The longer he pissed, the stronger the sour taste and smell built up in my senses. I just wanted it to be over. Something so soothing and relaxing for him was purely disgusting and humiliating to me. The stream trickled down to a light trickle and finally reduced to droplets. The final few droplets did not have enough pressure behind them and slid down across my vision, burning my “eyes” and blurring my vision. Jeremy grabbed the base of his shaft and squeezed, thrusting upward, to milk the remaining piss out of him. As his hand reached just below me, he paused, and shook me back and forth violently to remove the rogue droplets of piss. The shaking made me feel sick and disoriented. He squeezed more firmly and aimed downward, slowly inching his grip over top of me. The pressure created from this motion sparked another powerful sensation of pleasure inside me, not unlike what had conspired at the transformation office. With the head of his cock inflated and emptying out the last remaining bit of urine, Jeremy held his cock in this position for a moment.
“Fuck, you feel so good, little dude,” he said.
“I… agree?”, I thought. I wondered if anyone else was still in the restroom, but presumably not.
“We’re gonna have some fun tonight.” With that sentence, he released his grip from me, initiating my limp fall back down to my default view of the underside of his sack. The boxers were lifted over me once again and I returned to the musky, swampy darkness as he zipped up and returned to his desk.
After sitting back down for a few moments, it seemed as though Jeremy had become restless, as he was bouncing his right leg rigorously up and down. His skin caressed me, creating slight tingles of pleasure. Jeremy had clearly made himself horny during his restroom break and was now trying to fight it off as he hammered away at a keyboard above me. I wanted nothing more than for him to return to the bathroom and initiate another orgasm, and it seems that is all he wanted too, but evidently, he had work to finish before the day was over.
Suddenly, the leg shaping came to an abrupt halt. I heard him speak to someone. A female voice responded. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but her tone was flirty and playful. His in return was smooth and confident. I felt myself shifting further down his leg and expanding. This interaction with his female coworker was giving him an erection. I found myself pressing firmly into the fabric of the boxers. Jeremy shifted his seating position, pressing his thighs together to stifle it.
“Jenny brought in cupcakes. They’re in the breakroom. Want to go get one with me?”, the female voice said.
“Uh, no, I’m not hungry and I’ve got to finish this report.”, Jeremy said, with a tone of regret in his voice. He squeezed his thighs harder, compacting me and causing me to contract back down to a soft limp stance.
“That’s too bad. I guess I’ll just eat yours, then!”, the female voice said.
“You would do that, wouldn’t you,” said Jeremy.
The female voice laughed, and I heard her walk away.
“Fuck”, Jeremy emitted under his breath. “I need to get home.”