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It had been years since the accident that caused you to be turned into a pair of your dads swim trunks. Since then you’ve been on several holidays before being stuffed back in the suitcase until the next one.

At first you hated the idea, wrapped around your single dads crotch as he headed on his single holiday, meeting other men who could potentially be his new husband but after years of torture you eventually accepted it, after all you got at least 3 weeks of bliss in the suitcase before being worn again. Your dad was in his 40’s and looked after himself and his clothes so you knew you were in good hands.

Today was your last day and you spent the morning hung over the balcony drying before being packed away. It was the end of the holiday season in Ibiza and the weather was getting windy, that’s when you felt yourself slipping.

That’s when you fell several balcony’s down before landing on a chair.

‘Dad help, don’t leave without me’ you said as you hit the random balcony, not like it was any use but you didn’t want to be forgotten and end up in a lost property box. You could see the other items of clothing hung across the bar a couple of balcony’s up.

‘It’s ok, I’m his favourite pair, he will notice I’m gone, look down and see me’

That’s when the worst happened, a large shadow stood over you.

‘Ah new shorts, my husband said he was going treat me. After all I’ve had the last ones for 20 years and they are a bit worn out’ he said happily before removing his old shorts and throwing them in the bin.

You caught a glance at the old shorts, stained and covered in holes.

‘Best get you worn in, Michael is moving over in the next couple of weeks for us to start our new home together’

You gulped, they live here you thought. ‘When will I get my rest’

Before you knew it, you were sliding up the man’s body, you could feel your fabric stretching this man was double the size of your father.

His body Oder hit you like a wall, his body was covered in hair and his body was hot.

‘A bit tight but I like them’ he said pulling you out of his crack, letting out a little gas while he did so. ‘Right a beach day is in order I think’ before pulling a pair of shorts over you.

He then waddled to the beach, rubbing your body between every crease and crevice as he did so.

‘I wondered if you’ve had some shorts handed in, it’s a pair of adidas ones, I think they’ve fallen of my balcony and I leave in an hour’ you heard a voice say.

‘Dad, I’m here, please’ you said as you were hit by a blast of hot air.

The walk to the beach was long and you had already given up and excepted date. You knew for the next however many years this man would be your owner and wear you out like the last pair.

Description
It had been years since the accident that caused you to be turned into a pair of your dads swim trunks. Since then you’ve been on several holidays before being stuffed back in the suitcase until the next one.

At first you hated the idea, wrapped around your single dads crotch as he headed on his single holiday, meeting other men who could potentially be his new husband but after years of torture you eventually accepted it, after all you got at least 3 weeks of bliss in the suitcase before being worn again. Your dad was in his 40’s and looked after himself and his clothes so you knew you were in good hands.

Today was your last day and you spent the morning hung over the balcony drying before being packed away. It was the end of the holiday season in Ibiza and the weather was getting windy, that’s when you felt yourself slipping.

That’s when you fell several balcony’s down before landing on a chair.

‘Dad help, don’t leave without me’ you said as you hit the random balcony, not like it was any use but you didn’t want to be forgotten and end up in a lost property box. You could see the other items of clothing hung across the bar a couple of balcony’s up.

‘It’s ok, I’m his favourite pair, he will notice I’m gone, look down and see me’

That’s when the worst happened, a large shadow stood over you.

‘Ah new shorts, my husband said he was going treat me. After all I’ve had the last ones for 20 years and they are a bit worn out’ he said happily before removing his old shorts and throwing them in the bin.

You caught a glance at the old shorts, stained and covered in holes.

‘Best get you worn in, Michael is moving over in the next couple of weeks for us to start our new home together’

You gulped, they live here you thought. ‘When will I get my rest’

Before you knew it, you were sliding up the man’s body, you could feel your fabric stretching this man was double the size of your father.

His body Oder hit you like a wall, his body was covered in hair and his body was hot.

‘A bit tight but I like them’ he said pulling you out of his crack, letting out a little gas while he did so. ‘Right a beach day is in order I think’ before pulling a pair of shorts over you.

He then waddled to the beach, rubbing your body between every crease and crevice as he did so.

‘I wondered if you’ve had some shorts handed in, it’s a pair of adidas ones, I think they’ve fallen of my balcony and I leave in an hour’ you heard a voice say.

‘Dad, I’m here, please’ you said as you were hit by a blast of hot air.

The walk to the beach was long and you had already given up and excepted date. You knew for the next however many years this man would be your owner and wear you out like the last pair.