This choice: She's molding you into that comfy new thong. • Go Back...Chapter #5Avery's New Thong by: bobob1   (Originally written by Odysseus)
"I think I'll make you into a thong. I figure that one should be the most fun for you." Avery said, giving you an exaggerated wink.
You screamed internally at what you had just heard. You wanted to scream out loud, but Avery's squeezing hands had smushed your mouth away.
"Now, let's try this out..." Avery's fingers jumped into action, gripping and tugging on your squishy form.
As a tiny person, you'd been stretched countless times, but it never got any easier. Your body desperately wanted to snap back into its natural form, but Avery's fingers easily overpowered your natural elasticity. It was hard to identify individual body parts at this point, but you felt your "arms" tugged in either direction, stretched wide like you were going to be hugging someone. Avery tied them together at the ends, ensuring the only thing you'd be hugging was her hips. Your legs came next, dragged down and then up to the arm knot, where they were tied as well. From there, the shape was mostly right, and Avery just went about final adjustments, ensuring you were the right size and smoothing out any bumps.
"Tada!" Avery said, presenting your now thongified form to the mirror. As your disorientation from being molded cleared, you got a good look at your new form. You were nearly completely indistinguishable from a real thong. The only giveaway was that your eyes were faintly visible in the spot where what was left of your face had ended up. Your panic only increased when you realized that that spot was right in the middle of the back of the thong, ensuring your face would be buried between her butt cheeks. This fact wasn't lost on Avery either.
"Looks like you're going to have a lot of booty in your future. Lucky you." Avery said with a giggle, bringing you down towards her feet. She couldn't wait any longer to put you on.
You cringed as Avery's giant foot swung over you, reflexively terrified by the sight of giant soles after a life as a tiny man. But when her feet slipped through your holes, your priorities shifted to a much more pressing threat: Avery's gigantic ass.
"Get a good look Hunter. This booty is your responsibility now. I hope you can handle it."
You made one last attempt to scream, but your mouth was still squished. There was no way for you to communicate with Avery as she pulled you upwards, rushing you towards her looming butt.
The collision with her cheeks forced your body even thinner to squeeze in between them. The smooth butt flesh rubbed against your face as you were dragged deeper into the abyss of her crack. When she stopped pulling you up, you were in complete darkness. There was nothing butt walls of butt cheek in every direction as they molded around your new thong form. Meanwhile, you could feel a light tickle on your legs as she adjusted the front of the thong, dragging them against the short field of hair up front. Your only consolation was that she hadn't pulled you up any further. The last thing you needed was to be pushed up against your new roommate's asshole.
"Oooo, I was right, you make a super comfy thong Hunter." Avery said, completely unaware of how unpleasant this was for you. She looked at her ass in her mirror, eyes tracing along the thong as it disappeared between her butt cheeks. "Cute too. Too bad no one will be able to see you under my clothes. Maybe when we get a beach day in I'll make you into a bikini bottom and show you off?"
This was bad. Avery was already falling in love with your new thong form. Would she even turn you back? You'd decided she was a nice girl when you'd met her, but in truth you barely knew her. For all you knew, she could decide she'd rather have a pair of living underwear than a tiny roommate.
The pink haired girl continued to prattle on: "And I definitely can't tell Quinn and Morgan about this. If they knew how comfortable you were they'd probably want to wear you too, and then you'd never get a break. Plus, their butts aren't as cute as mine." Avery decided to emphasize this point by smacking her ass, causing her cheeks to collide as they reverberated from the impact. Your mouth had reformed enough to scream at this point, but there was nowhere for your screams to go. They just echoed around between Avery's butt cheeks, trapped in the abyss with you. "Anyway, I'm sure this week before my new clothes arrive is going to fly by for both of us. And I can already tell you that even after my new thongs arrive, I'd be happy to wear you again if you get nostalgic."
You were relieved at least to hear that Avery still planned to turn you back at the end of the week. But the fact that she thought you might just want to be her thong again for fun showed that she had no idea what you were going through in her butt, which did not bode well for the upcoming week.
"I'll have to stop talking to you now Hunter, it's time for me to...."
1. Go out dancing! (Avery is going out dancing with Morgan, maybe they convince Quinn to come as well)
2. Go to my exercise class with Morgan! (Spin class or Barre class, I don't want to do yoga since that comes up in Morgan's gym route)
3. Writer's Choice  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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