Bitched

The first thing your new roommate said to you was that he'd make you his bitch. You tried to pay it no mind and laugh it off, but for some reason the words stuck with you. He just seemed to have much more confidence around him, it felt almost like in the back of your head you believed him.

You didn't know why, but just being around him made you feel feminine. You were unable to tear your eyes off his body, glancing at him whenever you had the chance. He continued calling you a bitch off-hand, but something about it made you not respond. Anyone else and there would have been a problem, but anytime he did it, only made your heart beat faster and you'd be unable to speak up.

He managed to coerce you into going to the gym with him, doing squats and lunges each day until your legs were sore at the end. It felt like he made you go harder than he did, forcing you to do an extra two or three reps with his help. You only ever seemed to work your lower half, but somehow he got abs and a ripped upper body while your waist kept getting thicker and thicker.

Soon you learned he'd go a second time later the same day, working out without you. You didn't know if you should feel embarrassed, the notion leaving you feeling as if you had been tricked. You felt conflicted. He'd been helping you get exercise and work out, what was so wrong with that?

Still something about it felt off. Your mind went to the times both of you would laze about your place, wearing just boxers while no one else was over. His hands wouldn't stay off you, giving your rear a slap each time he passed. You had begun feeling it jiggle from the force, waves spreading up through your body and down your thick thighs. The act made your skin crawl in pleasure, a strange tingling taking over your senses moments later like he had pressed your buttons.

The longer you had worked out with him the more you felt your underwear growing higher and tighter, struggling to hold in the growing size of your rear. It only seemed to get his attention even more, your mind somehow taking pleasure from that fact. He took it upon himself to solve the issue, replacing your entire set of boxers with string thongs.

You had been angry at first, forced to wear it with nothing else to support your junk. You quickly learned how great they felt however, your wider hips relieved easily fitting into the thin lines that now wrapped around you. You felt so much less restricted, liberated in the light garments, happy that he had managed to take care of your issue.

The first time you wore it on display for him he approached, closing the space between you until your chests were touching. "Looking good bitch" He said, ending by making a move on your lips. He'd taken over so much of the space outside you, it only felt right to have him inside as well. You couldn't resist him as you felt his tongue melt into your mouth, his hands wrapping around the thick ass he'd made attached to your body.

You knew he had made you into his bitch, and you couldn't be happier.