As Matt was getting use to his daily routine of being used and then washed it happened.
While waiting in the drier a hand not familiar to him reached in and grabbed him. He was stuffed in a dark duffle bag and didn't see the light until the person got home.
When he saw who it was he thought maybe this would be good too. Darin was from a poor white trash family but he seemed to be good.
It wasn't as nice as his last owner. He didn't get washed as often and he was somewhat larger than Matt's last owner.
It wasn't bad and Matt kept hoping that he would come close to the Chronivac and change back.
This didn't happen. For months he endured Darin's habits and was resigned to his fate when Darin's father a big man that sat at home on disability watched tv and drank beer, came in to Darin's room and saw the Running Shorts.
He called Darin a sissy for wearing such a thing. Holding them up like a pair of girls panties.
Darin tried to get them from his dad and told him how they were good for his running. Darin tried to keep in shape and was hoping for a scholarship for cross country.
Darin's dad, always known as Bubba, dropped his pants showing that he was without underwear. Matt now saw the expanse of the belly that had been build by all that beer and was completely unable to see his penis even as he was trying to step into the shorts.
Tugging and pulling them up his fat legs and up under his overhanging belly he finally pulled Matt over his bulbous butt stretching Matt out. Matt realized that Darin's personal habits were genetic and Dad was worse. It seemed as though he hadn't taken a shower in days and he stunk.
Bubba strutted around in these bending down stretching out the shorts and finally feeling his cock rubbing up against the shorts. A feeling he hadn't had in years. And it was stimulating. Matt felt a wet spot form at the front and a hand reached down to encourage the stimulation.
He waddled his way out of Darin's room and went to the kitchen to grab a bag of chips a cooler of beer and a plate full of bologna sandwiches and he plopped himself into his recliner and somehow Matt knew he was going to remain there for most of the rest of the day.
Beer after beer disappeared into a pile of empties next to the chair. The sandwiches also found the same fate and the chips were soon just dust. He would wipe his hand on his crotch stimulating himself and wiping the mess on Matt.
He was enjoying the pants and would fall asleep in his chair often only washing them when they got so stiff that they got crunchy.
Matt didn't know how it happened but one point while Bubba was out of the trailer a tingling began to happen.
He had come near the Chronivac and he was changing back into human but since he was being worn by Bubba he wasn't changing back into himself he was changing into Bubba with the mind of Matt and Bubba was becoming his shorts.
Bubba's habits became his and not knowing where the Chronivac was he was never able to find it to change himself back. It had long ago been stolen from his home and someone else was using it. This change had been saved in memory and was the only reason that he changed back to human.
He was going to live his life as a massive useless man.