"Uhm... babe," you whined, "Maybe it's time you turn me back." "Underwear can't talk, that's another day for you!" Your girlfriend/tormentor said, fully dismissing your complaint. "It's been a week! You said you'd turn me back yesterday!" You cried, the pain finally getting to you. "That's it! One more week and no voice!" She shouted, a wisp of magic flying from her fingers and finding you between her ass cheeks. You tried to protest but found yourself unable to communicate, the feeling of choking stopping you when you tried.
Who would've thought getting your hot, dominant girlfriend to turn you into her underwear would go so poorly? Being nothing but minimal black fabric wedged into her enormous ass and wet pussy really took a toll on your mind and body. Maybe you should have thought about how her underwear never seemed to last a month, so why would you? The intimacy was quickly ruined by the nonstop stretch of your flimsy body, the feeling of pulling a muscle over your entire body.
You tried to move again, knowing that it'd only be a small wiggle but at least you could still communicate. Unfortunately, she found this very arousing, her orgasm coming quickly as she soaked you through. "Underwear can't move either," she gasped through the orgasm, "That's another week for you." How long was she going to keep you like this? A knock at the door pulled you from your contemplation. She opened the door to see your best friend, flowers in hand. "Is he here?" He asked nervously. "Nope, He's out on... business, and he'll be gone for quite a while."
Within the hour, you were tossed from her foot, forced to watch your best friend fuck your supposed girlfriend. The feeling of betrayal almost beat out the sense of humiliation. She never intended to turn you back, she obviously had this planned the entire time. Now you were forced to be nothing but her thong, perfect for showing off her ass and nothing more.
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