Jeff would be trying to spit and clean his mouth of the smell and taste if he could move, alas he had been reduced to nothing but Nick's dirty smelly armpit. His vision was dark as his brothers arm was down, tripping all the hair and smells. Just then it became incredibly bright. Jeff adjusted to the light and he could see Nick shirtless, in the mirror, with one arm up. Jeff saw a very hairy armpit. Oh jeez, that was him now! Just his brothers hairy armpit.
"Your a fucking perv, Jeff, trying to turn into my cock. Im going to punish you for being so gross. Hope you like being my armpit, because I'm going to keep you like that for at least a week, maybe more. It depends on how I feel. Sound good pit bro? Actually, even if it doesn't to you, it doesn't matter. You have no control anymore". Nick chuckled as he playfully scratched the thick hairs growing out of Jeff's pit body. The smelly hairs tugged and pulled on Jeff's body. Somehow, the scratching made his brothers terrible BO even worse. Even without a mouth or a nose, be could still taste the sweat and musky scent of his brothers pits. His brother fucking reeked! "Actually, it's not my brother, it's me that stinks now", Jeff thought to himself with enbarassment.
Jeff's brother stared at the thick bush of hair in his pit. His brother was a fucking pathetic pervert. He was much better as a silent, stinky, hairy pit. Maybe he would keep him this way forever! Change some of the chronic settings so that he never existed, and had always been just his armpit. Laughing at his brothers fate, he set his arms down and Jeff was once again thrust in the dark.
That day was fucking miserable for Jeff. It was a living nightmare of salty nasty sweat, and horrible body odor. It was made even worse that he couldn't move. It was claustrophobic! No matter how hard he couldn't move a single muscle, he was totally trapped. What if Nick kept him like this forever?! The thought was too horrible to think about. That day his brother threw on a white tank top and drove himself to the gym. At least, Jeff thought, I can see! Wearing a wife beater left his pits exposed, letting Jeff get a glimpse of the world around him. True, his site was obscured by the thick brown armpit hairs growing out of him, but it was better than nothing!
The next hour, Nick worked out at the gym. Lifting weights, he worked up a big sweat. Jeff felt the smelly sweat leaking out of his body, sticking in the armpit hairs and matting then together. As he lifted, Jeff's vision went from light, to dark, to light, to dark, each time he lifted the weight and put it down. Pretty soon, Jeff began to smell something bad. His brothers BO was coming back! Pretty soon, Nicks BO was so much worse. Jeff was in hell. Fuck, his pit body stunk! Jeff had to get out of this! He tried to wiggle, move, scream, anything but he was absolutely totally trapped and immobile. He tried as hard as he could to flex anything, but nothing at all worked. He felt totally paralyzed, trapped, and helpless. Just a dirty, stinky, hairy armpit.
After an entire hour of sweating and huffing, Nick was done. He left the gym and got into his car, and drove home. "Was that good, Jeff? I fucking reek, so I know it was a good pump. You like being my armpit yet?", His brother said mockingly. Jeff could only sit there motionless, seething in hatred for his brother and for his fate, tasting and smelling the salty sweat and the tangy BO. His brother climbed into his car and put his arms down, trapping Jeff with all the sweaty stinky hair in the dark, and he began the long drive back home to his house.