“It’s a bit of a…weird situation.” Stacy sighed. “I borrowed this really pretty necklace from Vicky a while back, but mom accidentally stepped on it and broke the center piece of the necklace. I didn’t tell Vicky that it broke yet, and she seriously wants it back today. In like…a few hours or less. She didn’t specify why though.”
“So, you want me to…” You left your statement unfinished, not really understanding exactly what task Stacy needed your squishy body so badly for.
“I had the thought to…mold you…into a replica of the shattered, orb-shaped center piece. Then, I could attach you to the necklace, and give you to Vicky.” Stacy explained, and you nearly choked in surprise.
“WHAT? You want to give me away to your best friend? She doesn’t even know I exist!” You cried, incredulous.
“Hold on!” Stacy cooed, gently rubbing your back with her finger. “Calm down Sammy. You didn’t let me finish.”
You took a few deep breaths. “Alright. What’s the rest of your plan?” You motioned for her to continue.
“I ordered an actual replacement part online, but it’s not going to arrive here at the house until three days from now. Once it does, I can just get the necklace back from Vicky, switch you out for the new part, and you’ll be back safe and sound here at home.”
“You want me to be a part of Vicky’s necklace for three whole days? That’s crazy! And are you sure you won’t forget me?”
“I swear on my life I won’t forget you. You know how good my memory is. I’d never forgive myself if you had to unjustly suffer because of my own actions.” Stacy declared, placing her hand over her heart. You almost laughed. Something about what she had just said sounded so cheesy. Still, you sensed the sincerity coming from your younger sister.
After a moment, you sighed. “Alright Stacy. I’ll do it.” Stacy’s eyes lit up and her expression morphed into relieved happiness. “BUT, I want you to treat me to something nice once I’m back home, safe and sound. Like…a home cooked meal or something.”
“Oh Sammy, I’ll give you anything you want for doing this for me.” Stacy assured you. After a brief moment, she raised her palm above your body, the shadow falling over you. Swallowing your fear and trepidation, you gave Stacy a confident smile and a thumbs-up signal. Nodding, Stacy lowered her hand onto you, squishing your tiny body into a flat, paper thin form.
With methodical care, Stacy molded and shaped your small, gummy body, into the shape of a perfect circle. She then stretched and pinched at various parts of your body, turning you from a flat circle into a three-dimensional orb. The process was anything but comfortable, but you soothed your racing heart by telling yourself that all of this was to help out your sister.
Once your body had been turned into a perfectly round sphere, Stacy pulled out a small make-up kit from her purse. You didn’t really know what was going on, but it was presumably all part of the plan. Stacy had a very focused look on her face as she leaned over you, holding a brush. She dabbed the brush into a small bottle of blue paint, and then lowered the brush onto your body.
Cautiously, Stacy painted your entire body bright blue, not leaving a single spec of your tan skin remaining. Your face, which had been staring straight up at Stacy, was totally painted over, masking any remaining visible human features. Your vision was also blurred by a thin layer of blue, like you were seeing the world through blue lenses.
Stacy then grabbed an even smaller red brush, and drew and intricate and gorgeous floral pattern across your face. Using an online picture as a reference, Stacy meticulously copied the design from the ruined necklace center piece onto you. You mentally groaned as the paint blocked up your entire face, preventing you from seeing anything at all. It also stung your eyes quite a bit, but there was nothing you could do about it.
Once she was done painting on you, Stacy blew on your body to help the paint dry, her cool, sweet breath washing over your body. After that, your giantess sister pulled out the long gold chain of Vicky’s necklace. It was clear to see where the original center piece had been, as the gold necklace simply stopped at two-point ends.
You let out a surprised gasp of pain as Stacy jammed the two ends of the necklace into your squishy body. Thankfully, your body was designed to recover from all pain, but it still hurt like hell. You could merely groan and bear it though, as it was far too late to back out now. Your vision a confusing, indecipherable blur, you could only depend on your hearing to tell you what was going on.
Stacy, ready to put the finishing touches on you, dabbed a brush into a bottle of liquid super clue, and painted the ends of the necklace around your body. The glue hardened in an instant, creating an unbreakable seal. Your body was now a part of this necklace, and thanks to Stacy’s expert paint job, it looked like this is where you had belonged for your entire life.
“Okay Sammy, it’s over.” Stacy breathed a sigh of relief, wiping some sweat off of her forehead. “I’m sorry if it hurt a little.” She smiled sheepishly. “I tried to make it as painless as possible.” From Stacy’s words, it was clear that she was oblivious to how much pain had actually been inflicted upon you.
“The paint I used on you is waterproof. It won’t come off if it gets wet, and it won’t chip either. The super glue also can’t be washed off or melted off. Nothing will break the bonds of the paint or the glue, except this bottle of solvent.” Stacy held up a tiny, red bottle, which was marked with a warning label. “This bottle was super expensive, and really rare, but it’s the only thing that will free you. Otherwise, I don’t think you’ll be able to reform on your own. Ever.”
Stacy picked up the necklace, gently folding it up into her hand. It felt incredibly weird to dangle on the end of the chain, swaying side to side. Stacy then placed the solvent bottle onto the table beside her bed, and grabbed her phone. She sent a quick text to Vicky, telling her that she was going to be stopping by for a minute. As she texted, she absentmindedly rubbed your body with her thumb.
“Sammy…it’s crazy how much you feel just like the old necklace center piece.” Stacy looked at you and frowned. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive. You’re probably really scared right now, but I swear that nothing is going to go wrong, okay? In three days, I will have you back, safe and sound.”
With renewed confidence, Stacy headed downstairs, left the house, climbed into her car, and drove towards Vicky’s house. She let you rest in the passenger seat while she drove over. Vicky only lived about five minutes away, so the drive wasn’t too long. Once at her house, Stacy carried you up to the front door, and rang the doorbell. The door opened a moment later, and Vicky was standing there.
“Hey girl! What’s up?” Vicky asked, smiling. She looked like she had just gotten up, dressed in frilly crop top revealing quite a bit of cleavage, and booty shorts that hugged her ass quite snuggly. Vicky had always been a curvy girl, and fully knew just how attractive she was. She didn’t flaunt her body for popularity or attention though. She was simply a rather flirty person and dressed however she felt like.
“I brought your necklace back.” Stacy said, holding the necklace out to Vicky. Vicky grinned and grabbed you from your sister. Her hands were warm and smooth, as her fingers clenched around your orb-shaped body.
“Sweet, thanks. You’re such a pal.”
“You dork. Who says that anymore?” Stacy joked.
“Who says ‘dork’?” Vicky giggled. “Anyway. Thanks. I’ve been looking forward to having this again.”
“You’re welcome.” Stacy replied. The two best friends chatted for another minute, and then parted ways. Vicky stepped inside of her house and closed the front door. As soon as you heard the door close, you knew that three days of being unaware Vicky’s necklace was about to begin.
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