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"What's this one do?" Leo inquired as he held up an old parchment scroll bound in string and sealed with wax. "That one will transform you into an object of your choice for 24 hours," she explained, "Even reality won't remember you for that timeframe but once you turn back, the universe will think nothing has changed." "I'll take it," he told her, slapping the money onto the counter. "Great, but be warned, if you get wet whi-" she started to say before Leo cut her off with a curt thanks and walked out the door. "Be careful!" She shouted after him, "That's some very powerful- eh, it'll sort itself out regardless." She sighed and turned to the next customer in line, quickly forgetting about Leo and the good chance he wouldn't be a human for much longer.

Grasping the scroll in his hand, he thought about what he would use the scroll for. He had the ability to hide anywhere for an entire day and gain any knowledge he acquired while doing so. Thoughts of possibly infiltrating companies to get stock tips or maybe a powerful person's house to get some blackmail to get some power himself. Then his thoughts lept to Jenny, the hottest girl he had ever seen. She had everything from long, raven hair and a cute face, to a decent rack that made any shirt look a size too small, but the main thing was her ass. She was one of those girls blessed with a metabolism to put all her fat into her butt and it did so with eagerness. Her tiny waist only helped to emphasize just how large her rear was, especially when she was wearing those blue athletic shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Then it hit him, he could be wrapped around her ass and hips for an entire day, basking in her glory.

As he entered his apartment, he unraveled the scroll and read the instructions. They seemed simple enough, some words to recite as you thought of an object. "Illud in inanimatum vertere volo!" He chanted as the scroll started to glow, the image of Jenny's shorts vividly in his mind. He felt the magic leak from the parchment, seeping into his skin and changing him. He felt the power course through his body until it reached his head. Overwhelmed by the immense strength of the scroll, his vision went black as his mind was temporarily knocked unconscious. The spell kept working, changing his body before it was teleported to its new home.

Leo awoke with a start in a dark area, unable to move even a finger. Panic rose in him before he remembered what he had done. If that woman wasn't lying, he shouldn't even have fingers. Rustling was heard outside of his prison before a zipper opened in the roof, casting a beam of light onto his new body. Delight filled his mind as he saw Jenny's cute face staring down at him. She reached into the bag and removed him, her delicate fingers slipping into two of his three holes which elicited a shock of pure bliss. He couldn't believe it actually worked! He had become her shorts and even better, it felt like his entire body was as sensitive as his cock. His jaw would've dropped if he still had one as she stood in front of him, naked say for her frilly underwear. Her clothes did her body no justice as she was somehow even hotter than he ever could've imagined. He became giddy with excitement as she put her other hand on him, stretching him wide, sending another bolt of pleasure into him.

She slipped her first leg through his body, blasting his mind with indescribable joy. Threading the other leg through his body, she started to pull him upwards, his vision showing his slow ascent into pure heaven. He slid up her smooth, plump thighs, enjoying every second of his sensitive body feeling like he was getting the greatest handjob in existence. Thinking life couldn't get any better, she yanked him the final few inches, stretching him so thin he could barely think about anything but the doughy ass his face was so intimately getting along with. "Bit tight," Jenny said, snapping Leo's waistband which caused a jiggle through her rear, "Must've shrunk in the wash."

She left the locker room, starting her routine training for track & field. Every step she took towards the track sent another blissful wave of lust into Leo's taut body. She picked up the pace as she got to the tack, starting her warm-up jog. Leo had had sex before, but his entire body began to ride up deep into her ass crack and pussy, forcing him to scream mentally with unfiltered passion. Had he not experienced it, Leo would've had a hard time believing that anything was better than sex, but being so wholly consumed by her warmth and flesh had him become a believer. He didn't even care about her starting to sweat and it soaking into his body.

As more sweat was absorbed by his fiber he could feel his mind becoming foggy, like he had just woken up. He passed it off as being unable to focus on anything but the pure glee he was experiencing. His memories began to fade, feeling more like he had dreamed them rather than actually experienced them. Worry started to set in as he failed to recall her name. In his mind, she had always been Owner, right? He started to panic, a hard task given just how overwhelmed all his senses were. He tried to think about his life but could only draw up things that couldn't have happened. He was a man, right? He was sure of this but all he could remember was when he was sewn in a factory and bought by the owner. His name came back to him much to his relief, he was happy to finally be able to remember that his name was Shorts, this fact grounding him to his reality.

He recalled all the time he spent in the bottom of the hamper, or how happy he was to end up becoming Owner's favorite pair of shorts and how she always wore him when she worked out. He had memories of the inside of both the washing machine and the dryer, upset that he was forced to be away from Owner for hours at a time but taking solace in the warmth that reminded him of her soft skin. He could think of nothing but how much he wanted to be around Owner's ass, supporting her and soaking up all her sweat. The idea of a man named Leo circled his mind, but he dismissed it because it didn't seem relevant. He only had the responsibility to help Owner in her workout and refused to be distracted by anything so unimportant as a name.

Owner finished with her workout, entering the locker room once more. She peeled Shorts off her body, letting him drop to the floor with a wet slap. She picked him up with her index finger and thumb, disgusted by how sweaty she was sometimes. Owner was unaware of the mind within her favorite pair of shorts, but he didn't care. He didn't need the recognition for doing his job, no, his life's purpose. "If you weren't so comfortable," she told the pair as she dropped it into the bag, "Then I wouldn't need to do laundry so often." Shorts would've smiled had it been able to, proud to have served Owner for another day and hoping it'd have many more just like it