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You were mid workout at your gym when you noticed Pablo heading to the changing room, you always had a thing for him and had planned to get to know him more.

You looked at the box in your hand ‘shrinking pills - take 2 pills and allow 5 minutes to take effect’. You tried to decide if you were being crazy and this was some sort of scam.

‘It’s worth a try at least’ you said to yourself, following him into the changing room. You had spent weeks watching his routine and working out his workout times. You knew after each session he would go for a shower in the changing room and leave his bag unattended, giving you a way into his home for good.

The pills had an instruction that advised ‘Try to keep a distance from a person, spending long periods of time may cause the tablet effects to never wear off’.

You only wanted to watch from affair, see him naked and see what his home life is like. Then I’m the night you planned to resize and sneak out.

You walked into the quiet changing room and looked around, there you saw his bag and disposed clothes on the floor.

‘Step 1 is a go’ you said as you took the pills. Wandering over to his items and checking the bag was unzipped.

You watched your watch as the time went on ‘1 minute…2 minute.. 3 min…..’ then it happened, your clothes got baggier and you felt yourself slowly reaching the ground.

Wandering over to the bag, you were hit by a strong smell of musk, sweat and testosterone. You started to climb the bag when you noticed a pair of tight Lycra shorts on the floor, the ones he had just been working out in.

‘Do I go in there instead? Enjoy the scent? I just not make the most of it’ you question.

You quickly ran over and lifted the heavy fabric, making your way to the crotch area which was slightly damp. You snuggled into the pocket and Waited to be picked up and taken home.

After a long 10 minutes, you heard him coming back.

‘Who’s left their shit here’ he said as you heard your stuff being launched across the room.

You then felt gravity shift and your new home fly into the air although it felt different, rather than hitting the bag, the fabric was stretching and getting warmer. That’s when you saw a python fly through the door of the pocket and squish you against the fabric.

‘Oh no this isn’t part of the plan, pablo, help ,please’ you shouted as you tried to claw at the fabric but it was no use he didn’t hear you.

‘Oi pablo, you coming? Your match is starting in a couple of minutes’ a voice roared through the door.

‘Yeah man, I was just having a shower, don’t normally fight after the gym’ he answered before running out the door.

You were already sweating and the fabric caused you to be rubbed up and down being squashed in all sorts of ways.

Then the match began, you were forced to bend into all different shapes and positions feeling yourself being pressed against different parts of your competitors body. Every so often as you had chance to breathe, a hand would come down rearrange his package and the torture would begin again.

It wasn’t until half way through the game when you realised what the warning said ‘oh no, am I going to be stuck like this forever? Where will I live.. if I survive the match’

‘And the winner is PABLO’ the speakers announced along with cheers and clapping.

Pablo finally headed back to the changing room before dropping his shorts to the floor, you felt so relieved it was over that you didn’t realise as he removed the shorts, you stayed stuck to his penis.

‘What the hell, were you in there the whole match? How are you not dead? Hmmm me test something’ he said as he peeled you off his cock and placed you on the bench. He then hovered over you before jumping and sitting on you then standing up.

‘Holy shit, you’re indestructible. Most importantly you’re my good luck charm, that was the first match I’ve ever won, I’m gonna have to keep you’ he announced enthusiastically.

He then placed you in the front of the shorts, just in front of the pocket ‘I think you will be more comfortable here though’ he said holding you down with his finger and searching in his bag with the other hand ‘ah got it, good job my shorts ripped earlier in the week’.

He then took out a needle and thread and stitched you into the back of the shorts. Once he had done you tried to wriggle out of it but it was no use, the thread was too tight and all your limbs were tied down.

‘Pablo, get out here! They want to take some pictures’ a voice shouted.

You were then hoisted back up Pabloslegs and greeted his member once again.

As Pablos boxing career was just beginning, your life of being an underwear hostage was just about to start. A couple of days went by, as you laid in the gym bag, you hoped the tablets would wear off but they didn’t, you were trapped here forever.

Description
You were mid workout at your gym when you noticed Pablo heading to the changing room, you always had a thing for him and had planned to get to know him more.

You looked at the box in your hand ‘shrinking pills - take 2 pills and allow 5 minutes to take effect’. You tried to decide if you were being crazy and this was some sort of scam.

‘It’s worth a try at least’ you said to yourself, following him into the changing room. You had spent weeks watching his routine and working out his workout times. You knew after each session he would go for a shower in the changing room and leave his bag unattended, giving you a way into his home for good.

The pills had an instruction that advised ‘Try to keep a distance from a person, spending long periods of time may cause the tablet effects to never wear off’.

You only wanted to watch from affair, see him naked and see what his home life is like. Then I’m the night you planned to resize and sneak out.

You walked into the quiet changing room and looked around, there you saw his bag and disposed clothes on the floor.

‘Step 1 is a go’ you said as you took the pills. Wandering over to his items and checking the bag was unzipped.

You watched your watch as the time went on ‘1 minute…2 minute.. 3 min…..’ then it happened, your clothes got baggier and you felt yourself slowly reaching the ground.

Wandering over to the bag, you were hit by a strong smell of musk, sweat and testosterone. You started to climb the bag when you noticed a pair of tight Lycra shorts on the floor, the ones he had just been working out in.

‘Do I go in there instead? Enjoy the scent? I just not make the most of it’ you question.

You quickly ran over and lifted the heavy fabric, making your way to the crotch area which was slightly damp. You snuggled into the pocket and Waited to be picked up and taken home.

After a long 10 minutes, you heard him coming back.

‘Who’s left their shit here’ he said as you heard your stuff being launched across the room.

You then felt gravity shift and your new home fly into the air although it felt different, rather than hitting the bag, the fabric was stretching and getting warmer. That’s when you saw a python fly through the door of the pocket and squish you against the fabric.

‘Oh no this isn’t part of the plan, pablo, help ,please’ you shouted as you tried to claw at the fabric but it was no use he didn’t hear you.

‘Oi pablo, you coming? Your match is starting in a couple of minutes’ a voice roared through the door.

‘Yeah man, I was just having a shower, don’t normally fight after the gym’ he answered before running out the door.

You were already sweating and the fabric caused you to be rubbed up and down being squashed in all sorts of ways.

Then the match began, you were forced to bend into all different shapes and positions feeling yourself being pressed against different parts of your competitors body. Every so often as you had chance to breathe, a hand would come down rearrange his package and the torture would begin again.

It wasn’t until half way through the game when you realised what the warning said ‘oh no, am I going to be stuck like this forever? Where will I live.. if I survive the match’

‘And the winner is PABLO’ the speakers announced along with cheers and clapping.

Pablo finally headed back to the changing room before dropping his shorts to the floor, you felt so relieved it was over that you didn’t realise as he removed the shorts, you stayed stuck to his penis.

‘What the hell, were you in there the whole match? How are you not dead? Hmmm me test something’ he said as he peeled you off his cock and placed you on the bench. He then hovered over you before jumping and sitting on you then standing up.

‘Holy shit, you’re indestructible. Most importantly you’re my good luck charm, that was the first match I’ve ever won, I’m gonna have to keep you’ he announced enthusiastically.

He then placed you in the front of the shorts, just in front of the pocket ‘I think you will be more comfortable here though’ he said holding you down with his finger and searching in his bag with the other hand ‘ah got it, good job my shorts ripped earlier in the week’.

He then took out a needle and thread and stitched you into the back of the shorts. Once he had done you tried to wriggle out of it but it was no use, the thread was too tight and all your limbs were tied down.

‘Pablo, get out here! They want to take some pictures’ a voice shouted.

You were then hoisted back up Pabloslegs and greeted his member once again.

As Pablos boxing career was just beginning, your life of being an underwear hostage was just about to start. A couple of days went by, as you laid in the gym bag, you hoped the tablets would wear off but they didn’t, you were trapped here forever.