"The Cotton Crotch" By B. Tweenercheeks

I really never trusted Jennifer. I'd met her late one night when I
was working in the quiet of the college library working on a project
for work. Jennifer laughed with her friends, and flirted openly
towards me - much to the amusement of her friends. Jennifer's
devious, hollow brown eyes and dark skin made her look Italian. I
could not keep my eyes off the panty line on her tight worn jeans.
I'd always loved the look of a cute woman's ass in panties. I'd
imagine what she looked like in them, my face drawing near as I
slowly eased them down...

We went out a week later. Turned out that Jennifer was a 22 year
old first year graduate student studying existentialism and the
mind. She made money part-time doing hypnosis. "Nonsense
voodoo" I
laughed. "You should try it" Jennifer said with confidence,
"I'm
the best there is"

Out dating was good and bad. Jennifer seemed a bit materialistic.
She liked the things that a 30 year old date could buy, but when I
called her for dates she always seemed aloof. She always had
excuses not to go out with me, especially on weekends. When we
talked, she could be so cold, matter of fact and unemotional
that I thought I'd never get to really know her. But then there was
the sex. I'm not some Cassanova. I've slept with my share of
women, but, I don't know, I'm not so good at being aggresive about
trying new things. Jennifer changed all that. She took control of
our lovemaking. If I did something wrong, she'd push me into the
right position. If she wanted me to satisfy her, well, she just
pulled off her clothes and told me what to do. She knew everything
about sex. Often, I'd just lay back and Jennifer climbed on top and
and rode me. Jennifer was so forceful, assertive and confident that
our sex was... great.

Jennifer always was trying to get me to allow her to hypnotise
me. "I really am the best" she'd brag "I can get you
to do things
and experience things that you'd never get to. It's almost as if I
can really change you and everything around you." "NO"
was always
my reponse.

Soon Jennifer seemed to be busier and busier. Her studies and
hypnosis act left no time for me. It really began to bother me.
Maybe she thought that I wasn't enough of a man, always letting her
take charge in bed. I'd change things. She'd soon see me as I'd
wanted her to.

It was 3:30. She'd be home soon. I waited outside her apartment
in my car with a dozen roses. In a basket I brought a bottle of
wine, music and caviar. 3:30 turned into 10:30 when Jennifer walked
towards her apartment. "Hi Jennifer!" I smiled. "I
thought that
I'd be spontaneous! Lets have some wine!" Jennifer looked
surprized.

She started "Well, I have to get up in the morning and..."

I interupted "Come on Jen, I haven't seen you in a while...can't
I
come in for a little bit?"

"O.K." she relented.

Once in her apartment I poured each of us a glass of wine. We
sipped and talked. Jen told me that she had gone out with friends
after school. Soon the wine was gone. I stood and swept her off
her feet. Carrying her into her bedroom, she protested, "No, not
tonight, I really have to talk to you..." I interupted her
"But I
miss you and what's there to talk about?" I smiled. Jen sighed.
Soon we were naked in her bed. She didn't seem as enthusiastic as
usual. "Wait." She stopped me. "You never have let me
hypnotise
you. It's so important to me and you never let me. Can't I try?"
She pleaded. "We can work whatever your biggest fantasy is into
it"
she offered. In a moment of passion filled weakness, I
relented. "OK, I'll try, but it'll never work."

So, I told Jen about the first time I'd seen her. How sexy the
silhouette of her panties looked under her jeans. Gently, she
stroked the side of my head and listened. Soon I opened up
completely. I went on and on. I told her I was jealous of her
panties. They got to be where I longed to be. I wanted to be the
one to embrace her crotch and ass like they did, but no it was more
specific than that. "I want to cuddle against your crotch, like,
like, the cotton crotch of your panties!"

Jennifer remained quiet. She continued to stroke my head as I
talked. Then she spoke. "I told you I'm the best at hypnosis
because I am. Instead of imagining it, it will kind of, well,
really happen. I've only done it a few times, and there were six of
us all working together on it. The thing is that with object
hypnosis is that there are dangers..."

I interupted her "I don't care. If you can do it I want
to!" I
yelled.

"...let me tell you about the dangers." Jen insisted.
"We have to
be carefull. We have to plan it out. Once you are an object you
cease to exist. You are not there to talk. The conversations that
we had in the past don't exist anymore. They never existed -
because you are an object - and were not there to have the
conversation. We need to write it out on paper before so that I'll
remember and can hypnotise you back. We also need help..."

"NO." I demanded, yelling. "I want to do this now. You
have ben
so selfish. Now I tell you my lifetime fetish and you don't want to
go through with it? You selfish bitch!" A smile melted over
Jennifer's face. Her Eyes squinted into a sinister sneer. "I'm
sorry. You're right. The best thing is to do it right now." She
relented.

"Just relax." Jen continued. Laying back on the bed she
kissed
me. Soon we were making out. I heard her breath become fast and
shallow. As I lay on my back Jennifer climbed over me and straddled
my face. I reached out with my tongue and savored her now sopping
wet pussy. As I manipulated her lips with my mouth I heard Jennifer
talking to me in an easy, reassuring tone. She sounded so
relaxing. Soon I could hear her talking but I couldn't hear her
words. Her clit had never tasted so good. I felt my slippery lips
smearing her pussy over and over. The slow, warm, repetition of my
mouth on her pussy intoxicated me. Something seemed odd, but I
didn't take notice. Instead I found my self sucking on Jennifer's
love hole. I heard a noise. It sounded like snoring. "How could
she fall asleep while I'm going down on her?" I thought. Rolling
over and pulling one knee to her chest, Jennifer snoozed, oblivious
to my eager cunnilingus. I continued to eat her out when I realized
that She rolled over onto her stomach and I rolled with her,
effortlessly. "Naw, this can't be" I thought. I looked all
around. 
Her tan legs extended towards the foot of the bed.  My senses taste,
smell, sight, touch and sound all clustered in her crotch.  Any sign
of my human form was gone.  I was stunned, terrified, anxious and
aroused.
And now, at perhaps the most momentous point of my existence, what
was 
Jeninfer doing?  She snored louder.  She must be teasing me for being
so
demanding last night. "I know, I'll pick things up a bit."
Digging my
tongue deep into Jen's pussy I worked it in and all around.  Jen slept
on. "Fine. I kinda like it here anyway.

I'm sure she'll change me back in the morning."

Morning arrived with the piercing jolt of Jennifer's alarm clock. I
couldn't move. The combination of my saliva and Jen's discharge had
dried, gluing what I'd describe as what was once my face to her
labia. Waking with her alarm, Jennifer stood up. Shuffling towards
her bathroom I felt a pinch as her blood red nails peeled me from
her pussy. "Must have had some hot dream last night." She
mumbled
to herself. "Come on, you've made your point." I screamed.
Jennifer did nothing.


Bright light blinded me as Jennifer's silky tan legs slid past me.
I lay wrapped around Jennifer's feet as she peed. Quickly dabbing
at her pussy with toilet paper, she yanked me back against cunt.
Her pussy not stunk of urine. I hoped that she would soon clean me,
but that was not to be the case. I heard the doorbell. A man's
voice was on the intercom. "Who the hell is that?" I
thought. I
heard Jen answer "Sure I'm ready to run, I'll be right
down." "RUN?" I thought.

My initial instinct was wrong. Jennifer slipped on silky running
shorts.
The morning sun glistened as I looked down her leghole at her tan
legs, towards her ankle sock in her running shoes. she bounded out
of the apartment. "Hi sweetie" she chirped. "I never
heard her
speak to me like that." I thought. When Jen started running, I
felt
a sensation I had never experienced. With each running stride, my
new "body" was tugged. I felt myself as her soiled cotton
crotch,
tugged alternatively diagonally as each foot strode. Jen's crotch
soon warmed as she exerted herself. Salty perspiration soon soaked me
adding to the gooey mess.

Finally, she stopped. I heard the exterior apartment door slam.
Then the bell of the elavator. They together in elevator. "I'll
see you tonight" she whispered. "Who the hell was this guy?
 Why
isn't she paying attention to me?"  I thought.  A male's voice 
whispered something I didn't hear.  I heard sloppy kissing and
soft moaning.  "Why is she doing this to me?  Why doesn't she 
just turn me back?"  I thought. Suddenly, things became bright
again. jennifer had pulled down her panties and shorts. "Come on
Tom, fukk me now!" she ordered. Some young college kid was 
having his way with my Jennifer. Pinning her against the wall 
of the elevator, he rammed his meat in and out of her quickly.
Jennifer wrapped her legs around his waist. "Oh yeah, faster,
faster!" She demanded.  Dangling around her foot I looked up.
Jennifer's eyes rolled back, with that familiar expression 
I'd seen so many times right before she came. Soon she and
squeeled in orgasm. With some slow thrusts and grunts, Tom 
finished his business as well.

I'd never felt so helpless and humiliated. "Quick, we have to get
our clothes back on. Jennifr giggled as the elevator began to move.
Looking up, I saw Jennifer's pussy rushing at me. I cringed. My
replacement had stuffed her with his spunk. Her lips were stretched
and cum soaked. "Why won't she just change me back?" I
thought
then I remembered her warning: "...Once you are an object you
cease to
exist. The conversations that we had in the past don't exist
anymore. They never existed - because you are an object - and were
not there to have the conversation." Her huge vagina approcached.
Grossed out, I tried to turn. My face smeared into the sticky mess
of her crotch. I gagged. It tasted horrible.

I suddenly became resigned to the tragedy of my fate.  I was exactly
what I'd always wanted to be except that as her cotton crotch the
humiliation was not just fantasy...it was my permanent reality. 
Jennifer had no idea her well worn panties were her boyfriend.	She
was oblivious to my humiliation.  Still, there was a tiny part of me,
deep inside that loved my new existence.  I was helplessly dominated
and soiled by gorgeous sexy woman who was unaware of me.  As
repulsive as this was, the thought of it turned me on.	 I heard a
voice "What's wrong?" Looking up, Jennifer's slime-soaked
crotched rose away from my face.  Some how I spoke "Well, you
taste...different." I felt myself say.  "Hey, I can
talk!"  Jennifer laughed.	Climbing off me, she smiled. "I
told you I was the best. Your fantasy was real, wasn't it?" she
taunted knowingly. I kissed her deeply.