In a busy bar, on a busy street, in a busy city, one would certainly expect an array of busy conversations to be taking place. That was certainly true for those inside The Leprechaun, but there was a conversation that many would find themselves listening closer to…

“No, for the last time Matt, I’m not shrinking you down and eating Rachel out. Just because I’m bi, it doesn’t mean it’s cute that you fetishize it and try to involve other people in our relationship!” a woman scolded, looking disdainfully at her husband sitting across from her at the high-table.

“But you two used to date, Chelsea! Doesn’t that make it a little more okay?” Matt argued, eliciting a further scowl from his wife.

“How would you feel if I said this about a man?” Chelsea raised, causing Matt to look away in defeat.

“I… wouldn’t like it…” he grumbled, annoyed by the rejection.

“I thought so. So stop asking.” Chelsea finalized, before jumping out of her skin.

“Jesus Rachel! You scared me!” she gasped, seeing a set of drinks settle on the table from behind her.

“Not my fault you’re always so uptight…” Rachel laughed as she made sure all the drinks weren’t going to tip.

“What were you talking about?” she inquired, noticing Matt’s defeated expression and Chelsea’s light blush.

“Nothing of importance.” Chelsea said firmly, directing her gaze at Matt who still wasn’t meeting her eyes.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom…” Matt sighed, walking off away from the two women as he looked around for the bathrooms.

“What’s going on? You two fighting?” Rachel asked, pulling out her seat and sitting down.

"Well… look, I'm gonna just tell you because you deserve to know. You know that shrinking and transformation app that came out a bit ago?" Chelsea began, looking towards her raven-haired friend

"Yeah, uChange. Pretty fun. What does that have to do with anything?" Rachel inquired, a confused expression on her face.

"Oh, you've used it? Well, regardless, ever since it came out, Matt has been really fucking creepy. He's been begging me to stick him on my tongue ring, and… eat out a girl…" Chelsea elaborated, getting a grin from Rachel.

"It's not funny!" Chelsea groaned, trying to get her friend to be serious. "I bet you won't like to hear YOU'RE the girl he was talking about…"

"Ew! That pervert!" Rachel shuddered, trying to escape her skin.

"Yeah. He thinks because we had a fling in the past that I should be completely okay with it, like being bi automatically makes me a swinger. It's demeaning…" Chelsea sighed, swirling her straw in her drink.

"And the app is like five-hundred bucks! We don't have that kind of change laying around, especially not for some weird kink…" she continued, a look of annoyance on her face.

"I'm sorry girl…" Rachel said with sympathy, grabbing Chelsea's hand.

"Just ignore him and have fun tonight!" she smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's hard to do that when I wonder if my husband even thinks I'm worth all his attention…" Chelsea countered.

"Well…" Rachel began, before stopping. “No… that’s a little too much…"

“C’mon, you know I hate that. Say what you’re thinking.” Chelsea ordered, getting a smile from Rachel as she began to explain.

“How about you let him have what he wants?” Rachel suggested. Chelsea raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

“How does that fix this situation?” Chelsea asked, trying to figure out Rachel’s point.

“Well, why don’t you give him a scare? He’s so insistent on you doing this, the best way to get him to stop is to show him exactly why he shouldn’t want it.” Rachel continued.

Chelsea listened intently.

“Put him on your tongue-ring, and come back here tomorrow. Flirt around a little, give him a front row seat to what it’d be like if you were on the market. Say hi to some guys, touch em’ up a little…” Rachel explained, a tone of mischief in her voice.

“That’s practically cheating…” Chelsea countered, getting a laugh from Rachel.

“And wanting to be pushed up against some other girl’s pussy isn’t?” she retorted, taking a sip from her drink.

“That’s fair, I guess… but what about the fee? A five-hundred dollar lesson is a little too expensive…” Chelsea reasoned, getting a wave of the hand from Rachel.

“I have the app. I’ll just register Matt as a guest and set it up that way.” Racheal stated bluntly, pulling up the app and showing Chelsea.

“I don’t know Rachel, this is a crazy idea…” Chelsea hesitated, looking at the professional looking app.

“Think about it. Let Matt piss you off a little more then get back to me.” Rachel smirked, pulling her phone away and putting it in her bag.

Just as Chelsea was about to keep speaking, a third individual broke into the conversation.

“Hey ladies, sorry to bother you, just noticed you have an open spot at your table and you’re both looking awfully pretty tonight…” a gruff voice explained with suave charm, as the offending man took a seat with the two girls.

“Wow, bold move, uh…” Rachel began, not having the name to fill.

“Kevin. Name’s Kevin, and you two are?” Kevin replied, awaiting their response.

“I’m Rachel, a lesbian, so don’t go thinking I’m a target for your pickup games, and this is Chelsea, a married woman, although her husband is a dick, so feel free to take her off his hands…” Rachel grinned as she took another sip of her drink.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that; not the lesbian thing, that’s great, but the husband thing. Is he not here with you tonight?” Kevin asked, getting a shake of the head from Chelsea.

“No, he’s here, he’s just in the bathroom…’ Chelsea answered. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and looked at the charismatic mistaken-suitor.

He had fluffy dark hair, almost in a mullet from how long it was, breaking up a face of chiseled features, with strong eyebrows that gave a certain intensity to his eyes. His frame was muscular, indicating he likely worked a manual job, or frequented the gym. Chelsea wasn’t one for gym-bros, preferring more feminine men, but she couldn’t lie, the man was a hottie. He even dressed hot.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” a voice angrily shouted, breaking Chelsea out of her trance.

“Oh, honey, it’s not what you think, he didn’t know we…” Chelsea began, but her husband didn’t care to listen.

“Trying to hit on my girl?!” Matt yelled, pushing at Kevin. Kevin stood up, then backed away.

“Chill, man. We were just talking. I’ll get out of your hair…” Kevin replied, giving Matt a dirty look, then glancing at Chelsea. He winked, making her blush a little, before walking away.

“Yeah, fuck off.” Matt grumbled, pulling his seat back up and sitting next to the girls.

“Oh, my hero!” Rachel mocked, shooting Matt a disapproving glare.

“Matt, he was just talking with us. He was actually very nice…” Chelsea meekly explained, but Matt didn’t want to hear it.

“He was eyeing you up like crazy. I’m not about to let some dude make moves on my girl…” Matt argued, getting an eye roll from Rachel.

“But it’s fine if it’s a girl?” Rachel countered. Matt seemed confused.

“What are you talking about?” he said with a puzzled tone, looking at Chelsea. Chelsea looked at him with a gaze that made her thoughts clear. She wasn’t happy.

-

The door to the apartment clicked, as the key slid in the lock and turned, unlocking the door as the couple made their way inside.

“Well, I feel like that was a good night, right hun?” Matt laughed, smacking his wife on the ass as they walked into the living room.

“Stop doing that!” Chelsea yelled, rubbing her sore rear through her dress. She hated when he did that.

Matt simply laughed further, and threw himself onto the couch, kicking his feet up on the table and turning on the tv.

Chelsea paused for a moment, thinking long and hard. She looked at her brutish husband, not a care in the world for how he behaved, after embarrassing her in multiple ways during the night. A smile crept upon her face.

“Hey, honey… I want to talk about the idea you had…” she began, awaiting her husbands attention.

Matt immediately paused the TV, then turned towards Chelsea with a dumbfounded expression.

He gulped, then started to speak. “Uh… what about it?” he muttered with wide eyes.

“I think we should do it. And Rachel does too…” she smirked, causing Matt to cough.

“Oh, she does? Um… that’s great… uh… so it’s happening?” he asked, trying to hide how flustered he was.

“Yes it is, darling. As soon as tomorrow, if you’d like…” she said with a sultry tone, slowly stepping towards Matt with sensual steps.

“I mean… sure!” Matt responded excitedly, as his wife started to straddle him. “Jesus, I guess you’re excited too…”

“I am, very much so…” she breathed, starting to join their lips in a kiss.

-

“Alright, Rachel added me as a guest…” Matt muttered as Chelsea spoke to him from the bathroom.

“Oh, already? Guess she’s still up…” Chelsea replied as she brushed her teeth.

“Yeah, I’ve got to read the terms to accept…” Matt explained, pulling up the notice on the screen and reading it in depth.

“The user acknowledges that they forfeit all rights to their person, and will not be assisted by law enforcement in the event of kidnapping, injury or murder…” he began, a hint of awe and trepidation in his voice as he read through the terrifying rules.

“The user acknowledges that uChange is in no way responsible for the users life, and cannot be litigated for any reason…” he continued, nodding his head at the expectedness of that part.

“The user acknowledges that they cannot seek litigation against any individual who does them harm when transformed or reduced…” he read, nodding further.

“The user has read all of the above, and agrees to the full list of terms and conditions…” he finalized, not hesitating to check the box.

He watched as the app loaded, then pulled up a gigantic list of features and tabs.

“Holy shit… there’s so much you can do with this thing… I see why Rachel has it…” he mumbled, trying to read through the list.

“Transform into object… I don’t really want that…” he remarked, closing out of that tab and pulling up another.

“Ah, shrink, there you go… enhancement options… durability, oh, there’s a warning for this one… user acknowledges that they’ll be protected from most forms of bodily harm, however, in instances of acidic exposure, user acknowledges that durability will be rendered ineffective…” he noted, wondering what situation would possibly involve being exposed to acid at that size.

“Sensory sensitivity? Ah, an explanation… user will experience enhancement in their sensory perception in the senses of smell and taste…” he read, looking over his shoulder to make sure Chelsea wasn’t looking. 

“Enable that…” he grinned, thinking about how much it’d enhance the act.

The rest of the options were incredibly complicated, almost delving into medical terminology that a normal guy like him couldn’t begin to understand.

“Figure it out yet?” Chelsea asked, stepping into the room wrapped in her nightgown, taking a seat on the bed and looking at the phone with Matt.

“Yeah, I think I got the hang of it, should be all set.” Matt responded with a nervous smile. Even to this day, he couldn’t help but be enamored with his beautiful wife. Her dimples accentuated her always smiling face, and her elegant bob-cut brunette hair showed off the business-chic style she preferred to wear, fitting for her job as an office-worker. Her figure was deceptively curvy for how petite she was, making it irresistible to slap when he found himself behind her. Her skin was so pale it was almost porcelain, not bearing a single sign of blemishing despite her climb into her mid-thirties. He was lucky to have her.

“Well, that’s good. I’ll ask Rachel what a good time is to come over tomorrow. I have some glue lying around here somewhere to stick you onto my tongue ring. Is there anything else I’m forgetting?” Chelsea inquired, a loving smile on her face as she hopped into bed with her husband.

“Just yourself, honey…” Matt smiled back, giving his wife a peck on her cheek as she laid back in the bed, pulling the covers over her body.

“Oh, I’ll bring that…” she replied with a grin, Matt simply perceiving it as a hint of the fun plans she had in store for him.

Chelsea rolled over, facing away from Matt, as she began to drift off to sleep. It was imperceptible to her husband, but a slight giggle escaped her lips, as she too thought of the fun plans she had in store…

-

Matt paced back and forth at work, struggling hard to contain his excitement. Chelsea had been teasing him all day, texting him pictures of her tongue-ring and captioning them with things like “this is where you’ll be” and “waiting patiently.”

He was trying his hardest to not be hard, and getting close to failing. His wife was really leaning into this now, and it was a welcome change.

Suddenly, he got another text, but this time, it was from Rachel.

“Hope you’re ready, you little fucker. I talked with Chelsea, I’ll be over around seven tonight. Don’t bother responding, I won’t read it.” Rachel wrote, her bitchy attitude carrying through to her texting.

Matt grinned, Rachels attitude only adding to the fantasy. Now he just had to play the waiting game…

-

Matt finally pulled up to the apartment, his body trembling with excitement as he wondered what was in store for him. He left his car, then whistled happily as he jogged to the apartment, reaching the door and putting in his key. He turned it, then pushed the door open, being greeted by a surprising sight.

Rachel and Chelsea were laughing, exchanging conversation as they sat on the living room couch. They were both dolled up, with Chelsea in a flowy floral green sundress that contrasted her hair and hazel eyes beautifully along with a pair of white, strappy heels.

Rachel was wearing a far more revealing black dress, one that hugged her body tightly, as well as a matching pair of black stilettos. Her jet-black hair was like a void of shaggy curls hanging over her face, which was adorned in immaculate winged-eyeliner and blood-red lipstick.

“Ah, there you are…” Chelsea smiled sweetly, jumping up to embrace her husband.

“Hey babe… you look great… I’m surprised, aren’t you going to have to take it all off later?” he asked awkwardly, noticing Rachel try and hide a snicker after hearing it, but dismissing it as her typical attitude.

“Well, I wanted to make this an experience for you… one you won't ever forget…” Chelsea whispered into his ear, making him shudder in anticipation.

“So, when are we doing this?” he asked, looking to both girls.

“Now.” Rachel said bluntly.

“Huh?” Matt replied, before feeling a sudden onset of vertigo as the ravenette suddenly held her phone towards him, and his surroundings turned into a falling expanse of giant appliances and furniture.

“WHAT?! IT’S THAT FAST?!” he shouted, as he suddenly plummeted through the air towards the hardwood floor. He landed with a hard thud, surprisingly feeling nothing.

“The durability…” he muttered, before a shadow overcast him.

A giant set of fingers deftly grabbed him up, lifting him up at breakneck speeds. Within moments, he was held before the face of his goddess; Chelsea.

“Hi honey! You’re so itty bitty, it’s adorable…” she giggled, a wave of her breath washing over Matt as he looked up at her monolithic features. He sniffed at the air. “Has she been drinking?” he wondered, as a distinct scent of alcohol hung in the atmosphere.

“I could just eat you up!” she laughed, opening her mouth wide, and playfully saying “Ah…”

Matt could see her tongue, and the ball of her tongue ring sat in the middle of it. Soon, that’s where he’d be…

“Wow… he opted for the “extra sensory sensitivity… Jesus, he set it all the way up… you wanted to taste my cunt that bad?” Rachel laughed, peering her eyes at the miniscule man in Chelsea’s grip.

Matt blushed, trying to avoid meeting the gigantic gaze of the titanic woman.

“Oh, he did, did he? Naughty boy…” Chelsea grinned, looking at her tiny husband. 

“Well, wanna go ahead and get this show on the road?” Rachel asked, getting a nod from Chelsea.

“Wait, what do you mean on the road?” Matt asked, watching as the two girls glanced at each other and snickered. 

“Hold on darling…” Chelsea said as she concentrated, reaching down towards the table for something. Before he could even figure out what, she turned him around, and a room-temperature goop coated his back.

“There’s the glue… hey Rachel, can you put him on my tongue-ring for me?” Chelsea asked, handing Matt carefully over to her.

Rachel gripped him, then stuck her own tongue out in focus as she expertly maneuvered Matt onto the steel ball, placing him securely on it and letting the glue rapidly set. Within moments, Matt was held fast on the piercing, unable to move.

“This is crazy…” Chelsea said with amazement, as she walked over to the hallway mirror and stuck her tongue out, looking at her shrunken partner.

“Hi honey!” she giggled, making Matt’s ears ring as her voice roared over him. With each movement of the tongue, he was flicked around, making him feel dizzy within seconds.

“Can we get started already?!” Matt begged, eliciting a further laugh from Chelsea, and especially Rachel.

“God, he’s desperate…” Rachel mocked, trying to get a glimpse at the pathetic sight on Chelsea’s tongue.

“Well, honey, we aren’t actually going to be doing what you wanted…” Chelsea sighed, breaking the news to her tiny captive.

“What?!” Matt gasped. He only just now realized how vulnerable he was.

“You see, I was really mad with how much you’ve been pushing this, completely ignorant of my request to drop it. But Rachel, poor Rachel, has her own things to say to you…” Chelsea explained, before sticking her tongue out in front of Rachel.

“You are NEVER touching my pussy. EVER. You aren’t some special man with a magic dick, Matt. I gave Chelsea a little idea, and now we’re going to show you exactly why you should learn to hold your tongue, instead of saying every single thing that comes to your perverted little mind…” Rachel spat, also seeming a little tipsy.

Matt’s heart sank. What were they talking about?

“Well, the ride’s almost here… wanna head outside?” Rachel asked, looking away from Matt and towards Chelsea’s eyes. Suddenly, the tongue withdrew into her mouth, and he struggled against the glue instinctively to cover his ears due to the volume of Chelsea’s resulting words.

“Yeah, let’s get going…” Chelsea replied, leaving Matt panicking.

“Where are you going?!” he screamed, trying to get his wife to acknowledge him.

“To the bar, my dear husband!” Chelsea answered, giggling as the two girls slowly made their way out of the apartment and down the steps.

Matt was held within the mouth, surrounded by darkness and the scent of alcohol, as Chelsea made her way to the ride, the occasional gust of her breath blowing his hair back and forth.

He heard the sound of a car door opening, then slamming shut, followed by the roar of an engine starting, and he could feel the motion as they began their journey to The Leprechaun…

-

“Thank you!” Chelsea chirped, thanking the driver as her and her friend were dropped off in front of the bar.

“Let’s head inside…” Rachel instructed, dragging Chelsea by the hand as the two women made their way into the venue.

“Wow, it’s busy tonight!” Chelsea yelled over the bustling chatter, making Matt’s ears ring.

“Yeah, I see a table though. C’mon!” Rachel giggled as she skipped along the bar floor effortlessly in her stilettos, bringing Chelsea to a table.

“I’m gonna go get us some more drinks!” she explained, helping Chelsea to her seat. Before Chelsea could ask her for a specific drink, Rachel had already run off, leaving her alone at the table.

She sat in silence, awkwardly looking around the bar. It’d been quite some time since she went on a night out without her husband watching over her. It was so… exciting!

“Don’t worry Matt… this is just to teach you a lesson. I won’t go too far…” she whispered, catering to her captive audience within her mouth.

She ignored Matt’s angered response, and continued to bob her head to the music as she looked around at all the bargoers.

“Hey, Chelsea, right?!” a voice called out, causing her to turn and look at the source.

“Oh, Kevin, hi!” she said gleefully as she waved to the man from last night.

Matt was fuming, almost ripping his skin off as he pulled against the ring in futility.

“What’s up! Oh, before I cause any trouble, is your husband in the bathroom or something?” he asked, resting an elbow on the table.

“Oh, he’s actually… not here tonight!” Chelsea lied, smiling sweetly at the flirty gentleman.

“Well, do you mind if I sit with you?” he asked, getting a nod from the sweet brunette.

“Beautiful dress, it really matches your eyes!” he complimented, getting a blush from Chelsea.

“Oh, thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you to say…” Chelsea replied nervously, Matt able to hear her increasing heartbeat.

“No problem. You’re a very good looking girl, your husband is a lucky guy…” he stated, taking a swig of his drink.

“What about you, you got anybody?” Chelsea asked, a little too invested in the answer.

“No, I don’t. Why do you think I’m here alone?” Kevin laughed, getting one back from Chelsea.

“Aw… but you’re so sweet… I’m sure you’ll find someone…” Chelsea assured, cursing herself inside for being so bad at flirting.

“Right, as long as I keep talking to married women, I’ll get there some day!” he joked, getting yet another giggle from Chelsea.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY FUCKING WIFE!” Matt screamed, turning red with anger as he stared at the douchebag flirting with his true love.

Suddenly, drinks clashed on the table, as Rachel returned with a tray of shots.

“Sup’ playboy!” Rachel smirked, looking at the flirtatious man sitting next to her friend and ex-lover.

“Hi, uh…” he began.

“Rachel, the lesbian who won’t fuck you.” she smiled, holding out a hand to shake his.

“Right. I figure that’s kind of implied…” Kevin replied, shaking the intense woman’s hand.

“You’d be surprised. SOME people think they’re an exception to that rule…” Rachel laughed, her statement directed to the hidden observer.

“I’m not an asshole.” Kevin answered, taking another swig of his drink.

“We’ll see. I’m gonna go use the bathroom…” Rachel replied, beginning to leave.

“Wait, I’ll go with you! Sorry Kevin, could you hold our table?” Chelsea asked, getting a nod from the stocky man.

“Thanks!” she smiled sweetly, gently touching his shoulder and walking away, following Rachel to the bathroom.

-

“Holy shit Chelsea, you’re really going for it, huh?” Rachel laughed, getting a confused look from Chelsea.

“What, what am I doing?” she asked, unsure of what Rachel was getting at.

“You’re eye-fucking the shit out of him. I don’t mind at all, I’m down to see this go wherever. Let me see the shrimp…” Rachel requested, standing in front of Chelsea’s mouth. Chelsea stuck her tongue out, displaying Matt to Rachel.

“Oh my, he is NOT happy…” Rachel smirked, observing the struggling shrunken man on her tongue. He was kicking and screaming as much as the glue allowed him, clearly not pleased with the events thus far.

Chelsea withdrew her tongue. “I’m not eye-fucking him, am I? I mean, he’s hot… really hot… and he’s so sweet, but I’m not gonna cheat on Matt. I’m just here to scare him a little…” Chelsea explained, getting a further smirk from Rachel.

“Well, keep scaring him. I’m sure our pal Kevin won’t mind the attention…” Rachel laughed, refreshing her make-up in the mirror.

“Alright, I’m good, let’s go back…” she instructed, leading Chelsea back to the bar…

-

“Oh my god, stop… there’s no way…” Chelsea cackled, her face flushed with alcohol as she’d downed shot after shot. Each one stung the hell out of Matt’s body, his sensitivity dialed to the max, the high-proof alcohol ripping through his sense of taste and smell.

“Yeah, I know. Crazy, right?” Kevin replied, he himself getting a little tipsy after joining the girls for shots.

“Yeah, crazy…” Rachel added, gleefully watching the scene as Chelsea’s inhibitions loosened. She was sure the brunette hadn’t realized it, but she had slowly scooted over to Kevin, to the point where her shoulder was touching his. Several times throughout the night, she rested a hand on his thigh and shoulder, and had even compared hand sizes with him at one point. She was sure Matt was livid, and enjoyed every second of it.

“I gotta be more careful these days, being in your mid-thirties is tough…” he sighed, getting a knowing nod from Chelsea.

“What, you’re not telling me you’re over thirty, right? Jesus christ, you look like you’re like, twenty-five at most!” he remarked, in disbelief at how perfect Chelsea’s skin was.

“Yeah, I’m thirty-two… and you’re too kind, but I’m showing my age…” Chelsea blushed, getting a loud laugh from Kevin.

“Fuck off, you’re gorgeous. What do you do for work, are you a model?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“No, oh my god… I work in an office!” Chelsea playfully explained, crossing her legs under the table.

“Well, hopefully one day I’ll see you on the cover of some magazine…” Kevin exclaimed, finishing his mixed drink.

Chelsea looked at him with a longing gaze. She hadn’t felt so wanted in such a long time.

Rachel picked up on this, and noticed as her friend tucked her hair behind her ear, a tell-tale sign she was flustered. She had to admit, the guy was good, and as far as she could tell, he seemed like a decent person.

“Already treating her better than Matt…” she remarked silently, downing another shot. She looked to the entrance, and found herself captivated, as an astoundingly beautiful red-head made her way into the bar, laughing with a group of friends that seemed queer enough to be worth throwing some lines out and seeing what bites.

“Hey, I’m gonna go try and get some. You two… do whatever…” Rachel smiled, before walking off towards her target.

Kevin gulped. “Was that her seal of approval?” he wondered. He looked at the petite brunette, who was currently sharing direct eye-contact with him, and entirely in his personal space. She certainly wasn’t acting married.

“So… uh… Chelsea…” he began, before he suddenly found himself cut off.

Chelsea took a hold of Kevin’s face, and locked her lips with his, plunging her tongue into his mouth and kissing him deep.

-

“CHELSEA!” Matt screamed, bearing witness to the whole scene as it unfolded, and now finding himself stuck between the battle of two tongues…

-

Chelsea pulled away, her body on fire from endorphins and hormones. She was almost shaking.

“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” she stammered, fanning her face to rid herself of the flush.

“It’s… okay. You’re a great kisser…” Kevin smiled, trying to avoid revealing the growing situation in his pants.

“I know, it’s just… oh, thank you, but… I’m married, and as much as my husband gets on my nerves… he’s still my husband…” Chelsea explained, getting a nod from Kevin.

“I get it. I’m not gonna try and force my way into that mess, but I gotta say… you clearly aren’t happy with him, if you’re out here doing all this…” Kevin reasoned, crossing his legs.

“Well… I’m not… but I can’t give up on all those years of marriage…” Chelsea sighed, looking off in the distance with a forlorn expression.

“Sunk cost fallacy.” Kevin added.

“Huh?” Chelsea asked, a look of confusion on her face.

“It’s when you stick with something you shouldn’t because of the time or money you put in before…” Kevin explained. It was funny, it was as if he could almost hear the voice of her douchebag husband screaming at him…

“I see… I guess that makes sense… but wait, you’re saying I shouldn’t stick with my husband?” Chelsea pondered.

“Duh. But it’s not my place, I’m obviously biased.” Kevin reasoned.

“Because you like me?” Chelsea guessed, raising her eyebrow.

“Chelsea, you seem sweet as hell. The body is a bonus. I’d wife you up in a heartbeat.” Kevin answered, making Chelsea look down idly at the table.

“You… you would?” she stammered, toying with a lock of her hair, avoiding eye-contact with Kevin.

“Absolutely.” Kevin said bluntly.

Chelsea kicked her feet back and forth under the table. She was trying her hardest not to act like a schoolgirl in love.

“Fuck… okay, this is going too far… Kevin, can I tell you something…” Chelsea stammered, suddenly seeming agitated.

“Uh, sure…” Kevin replied, curious as to what was happening.

“Let me just show you, look at my tongue…” Chelsea sighed, then stuck her tongue out.

“Oh my god… is that… your husband? Is this some kind of cuck thing?” Kevin laughed, looking at the writhing form on the tongue ring.

“No… I mean, kind of. Not something he wants, it was Rachel’s idea. He was being super creepy and begging me to let him ride it while I ate Rachel out. He thinks just because I’m bi that it’s okay to ask that…” Chelsea began.

“What an asshole!” Kevin added.

“Right? But we decided to do this and give him a little scare… I didn’t expect to get as heated as I am…” she explained.

“You’re heated?” he asked, looking at Chelsea.

“Like fucking crazy. I haven’t felt like this in years…” Chelsea shuddered, feeling a boiling warmth in her loins.

“Well… if the goal is to give him a scare… tell me, how far would you have gone with me if you didn’t stop back there?” Kevin inquired, awaiting Chelsea’s answer.

She blushed heavily, pushing her legs together as she looked away and feverishly spun her hair around her finger.

“I… probably would’ve sucked you off…” Chelsea sheepishly admitted, almost pulling her hair out.

“Is it bad that I wouldn’t have stopped you?” Kevin laughed, putting a hand on Chelsea’s thigh.

“Is it bad that I still want to?” Chelsea countered, making Kevin cough in surprise as she looked at him, biting her lip.

“How about we agree to be bad tonight? To teach your husband a lesson, of course…” Kevin offered.

“...Okay.” Chelsea gasped, putting her hand over Kevin’s.

-

“Oh my god… this is so fucking naughty…” Chelsea giggled as they looked around to make sure no-one saw them step into the bathroom, a solo stall with a lock on the door. They snuck inside, locking the door behind them as they drunkenly walked towards the toilet.

“So, tell me about this shrinking situation. How’d it all work?” Kevin asked, lazily sitting on the toilet seat as Chelsea stood before him, holding his hands.

“Well, it’s an app. It has a bunch of settings, like durability and stuff. Matt is pretty much invincible in there.” she explained, rocking slowly back and forth as she stood.

“Interesting. So we can go as crazy as we want?” Kevin asked, getting a nod from Chelsea.

“Let me say a few words…” Kevin asked, motioning for Chelsea to stick her tongue out. She did so, holding Matt just before Kevin.

“Hey little guy. Your wife and I are gonna have some fun. Still wanna try fighting me?” he laughed, looking at the pathetic man splayed out on her piercing.

“Thought so. Just know this is what you get for taking a girl like her for granted…” he smirked, motioning for Chelsea to get on her knees. She whimpered slightly, and did as he instructed, still holding her tongue out as she pulled her dress up and put her knees on the dirty bathroom floor.

Chelsea withdrew her tongue, and began to speak.

“I just want to warn you… it’s been a while, I might be rusty… and I probably won't swallow… not a fan of the taste…” Chelsea explained, looking up at Kevin with longing eyes.

“That’s perfectly fine…” Kevin sighed, leaning back against the toilet.

Chelsea gulped, looking between his legs at the obvious bulge. She could easily tell. He was hung like a horse.

She slowly touched a hand to it, feeling up the member through the thin material of his pants.

“You’re so hard… is that all from me?” she asked, slowly running her fingers along it, getting twitches and shakes from Kevin in reaction.

“Have you seen yourself?” Kevin laughed as he fought the reactions.

Chelsea blushed even more.

She summoned her resolve, and hooked her fingers into his waistband, beginning to pull at his pants. With a little bit of effort, they started to roll down his legs, eventually revealing his underwear, concealing the bulging monster inside.

She continued to the next step, grabbing at his underwear and pulling them down too.

“Oh my god…” Chelsea gasped, staring at the sight that laid before her.

“What’s up?” Kevin asked, curious as to what Chelsea was troubled by.

“It’s so big…” Chelsea exclaimed in amazement, looking at the member as it stared her in the face.

“Oh yeah? Is your husband not carrying much down there?” he inquired, looking down at the brunette.

She nodded.

“He’s a little small…” she giggled, getting a laugh from Kevin.

“I thought so, he acts like it…” he commented, watching as Chelsea’s eyes crossed trying to look at the rod.

The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear both of them were waiting for the other to make the first move…

-

“CHELSEA! YOU CAN STOP THIS!” Matt pleaded, trying desperately to be heard by his wife as she held her mouth slightly open in awe of the tool before her.

He struggled against the glue, still not budging at all as it held him tight.

Suddenly, a flash of liquid built within the mouth, beginning to pool with spit.

“Is she… salivating?” he gasped, feeling it accumulate beneath him.

Without warning, the mouth suddenly shifted, and he screamed at the top of his lungs as the tongue protruded, sticking out towards the flesh of the cock.

“PLEASE CHELSEA!” he begged, trying to turn away from the impending collision…

-

“Mmm…” Chelsea moaned, as she felt her tongue touch to the base of Kevin’s shaft, settling flat against the massive trunk. There was a slight salty taste from the natural humidity of being confined in his underwear all day, but in truth… she liked it.

She began to lift her tongue up, slowly dragging it along the length, until she reached his cockhead. She was glad he was cut, as she always preferred to work with those. She felt her tongue drag on the lip, rolling over it and touching along the spongy head. An electric sensation zapped her tongue, as a taste explosion took over. “Pre-cum…” she thought, lapping up the sweet-and-salty liquid that seeped out of the tip. For some reason, it tasted so much better than she knew.

“Fuck…” Kevin moaned, leaning back and enjoying the feeling of the brunette exploring him with her tongue. He couldn't believe his luck, getting to put some douche in his place and get head from a beautiful girl? It was a perfect night.

Chelsea continued to lower her tongue to the base and lick all the way up, repeating this process time and time again as she couldn’t get enough of appreciating the increased length to work with…

-

“NO!” Matt screamed, gurgles escaping from his mouth as he was submerged into the pool of white liquid at the tip of Kevin’s dick. He was held firm under the pre-cum for a moment, feeling his body get coated in the steaming hot liquid, seeping into every opening it could find.

He tried desperately to cough out the disgusting fluid, but it was viscous, and didn’t seem to want to leave his mouth, simply letting more in as he was held under. It was so salty, and the tiny bit of sweetness that lingered made it all the more disgusting.

“I’m gonna be sick…” he heaved as he was lifted out of the pool, strands of cum sticking to his body and separating as he was dragged further away.

He watched as he was lowered once more, brought back to the base to repeat the process…

-

“Oh shit!” Kevin gasped, his legs involuntarily kicking as Chelsea sucked on his balls. “That’s a little… oh fuck… too much!” he pleaded, struggling to hold still at the sensory overload.

“Sorry… it’s fun making a guy squirm…” Chelsea giggled, releasing the sack from her mouth.

“C’mon, stop teasing… go ahead and show your husband what a real man feels like…” Kevin pleaded, poking the head towards her mouth.

Chelsea grinned, eyeing down the tip of the cock. She positioned her mouth just before it, and looked Kevin in the eyes, slowly opening her lips and sticking her tongue out.

Kevin could just make out the sight of her husband, before he disappeared below his tip.

Slowly but surely, Chelsea’s lips began to wrap around the gargantuan head, pulling more and more of it into her mouth.

“Mmm…” Chelsea moaned around the dick, sending shocks through it with the vibrations. It sank further into her mouth, pushing over her tongue as she took even more inside. She coughed, feeling it hit her gag reflex. “C’mon…” she thought with a determined gaze.

“Oh my god… you sure you’re rusty at this?” Kevin asked, feeling Chelsea’s nose touch his base. She took in nine-inches with no problem!

Chelsea shook her head with the dick inside her mouth, then slowly pulled off of it. Just as it was about to fully escape her mouth, she sunk it back down again, beginning to repeat a cycle…

-

“MAKE IT STOP!” Matt screamed as he felt his skin go raw from getting dragged along the solid shaft, the endless motion impossible to resist. All he could smell and taste was the essence of Chelsea’s boy-toy, the musky flavor enhanced by the app.

“THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PUSSY DAMNIT!” he yelled, taking in even more ball-batter into his mouth as it sloshed around Chelsea’s…

-

Chelsea’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she filled her mouth with the rod, gripping at Kevin’s legs for support as she used her throat to bring him pleasure.

“Ugh… shit… you’re kinda… kinda getting me close, Chelsea…” Kevin groaned, feeling his legs start to kick, his body involuntarily starting to buck with Chelsea’s motions as she ran her mouth along his length.

“Mmm…” Chelsea moaned, starting to grip the base of the shaft with her hands and jerking, causing Kevin to shudder.

She noticed an increase in the flow of precum, lapping it up greedily as the tip emptied out onto her tongue, a steady river of his essence coating her taste buds.

“Hey Chelsea… Chelsea I’m… Chelsea I’m about to…” Kevin struggled, his legs twitching and kicking fervently.

Chelsea wasn’t stupid. She could feel the constant, increasing throbbing in his dick. She knew what that meant, and was awaiting the moment patiently as she let him use her throat.

A hand suddenly fell upon her head, gripping her hair painfully and showing no sign of care for her feelings.

Her eyes rolled back even further, absolutely loving letting this man fill her mouth and take her like a fleshlight. She felt an intense twitching in her own loins, and wondered how she’d go about resolving that.

“A problem for later…” she thought, as she began to feel an intense kick from the base of the shaft, indicating the main event was coming…

-

Matt was barely conscious, his brain protecting him from the traumatic nature of the sequence by blacking out the visuals. He was merely letting himself get dragged along, trying desperately to tune out what was happening.

He could feel the throbs and pulses from the shaft as a result of being pressed right against it, and they clearly increased in frequency. That, combined with the sickly burning hot globs of pre-cum filling her mouth, he knew what was about to happen…

-

‘Oh my god… Chelsea, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Kevin groaned, gripping her hair as tight as he could as he took over using her head to keep the rhythm.

Suddenly, Chelsea pulled off, panting as she tried to form a sentence.

“C’mon, give it to me… give me all of it!” she begged, quickly sinking her mouth back onto the rod, fervently jerking the base as hard as she could, her arms growing tired from the effort she was putting in.

“Oh my god, holy fucking mother fucking shit!” Kevin gasped, feeling his entire lower half go numb in an instant as the dam burst.

His rod shot with intense recoil, blasting thick, sweet-and-salty ropes of steaming hot semen into every inch of Chelsea’s soft mouth, trying his hardest not to scream as she didn’t slow her pace in the slightest, milking him with ease as he folded into her hands.

“Fuck! Chelsea, god damnit, please stop, I can’t take it!” he begged, the intense sensations starting to burn as his balls showed no sign of stopping their release, pumping hot load after hot load into the taken woman’s maw.

Chelsea giggled around the dick, cum seeping out of her mouth as she continued slurping on the meat, not wanting to stop. Eventually, she felt it start to finally slow its shooting, steadying out to a slow occasional twitch, as cum continued to seep out of the dick-slit in a steady flow.

“Mmm…” she moaned, as she slowly started to pull her mouth off of the tip.

“That was… unreal. I’ve never cum so hard in my life…” Kevin gasped for air as he leaned back, feeling his balls ache with incredible pain as they had their contents completely emptied. His legs were wobbly and unstable, and trying to do anything but catch his breath was pretty much impossible.

He weakly leaned forward, trying to catch a look at the petite brunette, gazing upon her face. Her eyes had long been watering, smearing her mascara across her face. She had her cheeks stretched out, struggling to hold all of the load within her mouth as she stared up at Kevin with her doe-eyes, silently shaking on the bathroom floor as the two stayed silent for a moment.

“You can… you can spit that out now…” Kevin instructed, hoping to give the girl a much needed break.

She didn’t, instead looking with an intensity into Kevin’s eyes…

-

Matt heard noises outside, recognizing them as a man’s low groan.

“SOMEONE SAVE ME!” Matt pleaded, begging for some form of salvation.

None came.

“I’m gonna…” Matt heard from the outside.

“NOOOO!” he screamed, before having every one of his senses assaulted by a pressure blast of steaming hot liquid, one after the other. Every pump smacked him at full force, threatening to knock him out as the impacts made him dizzy. It forced its way into his mouth and nose, causing him to cough and sputter, only taking in more and more no matter what he did.

The bubbling hot ball-batter burnt his skin, causing every form of possible torture as it endlessly filled the mouth, the sounds of his wife’s moans only serving to further rub in the humiliation of the situation.

He tried with all his might to free himself, to find some kind of way out of this hell. He heaved, pulling away from the ring as hard as he could.

“What?!” he gurgled, as his arm came free.

Sure enough, he pulled again, and his other arm came free. Then his right leg, then his left. With one more final motion, he came fully loose, and swam to the surface of the pool of white liquid, gasping for the sweet embrace of musky, cum-scented air. It was nigh impossible to tread the viscous fluid, but with enough effort, he was able to stay afloat, thanking God for the one act of compassion he was given.

Eventually the supply of cum ceased, as the dick came out of the mouth with a wet “pop.”

“Thank fuck… now I just have to wait for her to spit me and this load out…” he sighed, waiting as patiently as one could in his situation. If there was one consistent thing about Chelsea, it was that she always spat a load out. But she didn’t spit him out. An eerie silence filled the air, as everything remained far too still.

“What is she…” he began, before he felt himself get sucked into a vortex.

“CHELSEA!” he screamed, rapidly falling down her throat as she steadily swallowed the mouthful.

*GULP*

“STOP!” he pleaded, trying to grab on to her esophagus.

*GULP*

“CHELSEA!” he begged, before falling behind her tongue, disappearing from view…

-

*GULP*

Kevin stared in amazement as he watched the girl down his load, taking multiple swallows to get it all down.

“I… I thought you didn’t swallow?” he asked, still panting from the intense orgasm.

“You tasted too good not to…” she shuddered, licking her lips and grabbing the remainder.

“Fair enough… there’s more where that came from… if you want to keep this up past tonight… I’m kind of empty now…” he laughed, before grunting as an aftershock jumped through his balls.

“Well… we’ll see…” she sighed, leaning back against the bathroom wall as she caught her breath.

“How’s your man doing?” he asked, looking down at the brunette as she pushed her sweaty hair aside.

“Hm… you have a look…” she grumbled, sticking her tongue out towards Kevin. There was plenty of cum, and a pretty silver tongue ring… but no shrunken man.

“Um… Chelsea… he’s not there… I think you might’ve swallowed him…” Kevin explained nervously.

“What? No, he should be… oh my god…” Chelsea gasped, feeling nothing on her tongue ring.

“I swallowed my husband…” she said with a thousand-yard stare.

“That you did…” Kevin added, trying to read the woman’s face for any sign of emotion.

Chelsea thought back to the terms of the app that Matt had read out the night prior.

A smile crept across her face.

“I swallowed my husband.”

-

“Woah, where’d you two go?” Rachel asked, noticing her friend walking towards her with her flirt in tow.

“The bathroom…” Chelsea sheepishly admitted, Kevin’s hand on her shoulder,

“You didn’t…” Rachel muttered. It was clear. They just hooked up.

“What about Matt? How are you gonna deal with that?” Rachel inquired, curious as to what Chelsea’s plans were. Matt was going to be furious, and she feared for her safety.

“Well… Matt isn’t going to be a problem anymore…” Chelsea responded, rubbing at her stomach. Rachel was confused, but wrote it off as some weird cuck-agreement.

“Hm. Cheers to that!” Rachel cheered, throwing back her drink.

“Who’s this?” Chelsea asked, noticing the gorgeous red-head sitting with Rachel.

“This is Mary. We’re gonna head back to mine in a few. What’re you guys gonna do?” Rachel explained, putting a hand on the smirking interest's thigh.

“The same…” Chelsea giggled, Kevin ruffling her hair.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later. Text me when you get back, kay?” Rachel insisted, getting a nod from Chelsea.

She suddenly grabbed the brunette and pulled her close.

“And Chelsea… good for you…” Rachel whispered, before letting her go.

Chelsea smiled, as Kevin took her hand, the two walking together out of the bar…

-

“Where… where am I…” Matt groaned, waking up to a steaming hot bath, a persistent rumble and grumble reverberating through the room. It stank of cum, and he felt a light tingle on his skin.

His brain filled in the gaps.

“Oh my god… I’m in Chelsea’s stomach…” he realized, splashing around frantically as he took in the information.

“Calm down, she’s gonna get me out…” he reasoned, listening intently for any signs of Chelsea making herself sick.

Suddenly, the stomach began to slosh violently, bouncing up and down and repeatedly forcing Matt under the acid.

“This is… a… bad… way… to… do it!” he yelled, trying to stay afloat as best he could.

“Oh fuck! Put it all the way in!” he heard a voice call out from outside the stomach. It was Chelsea.

“Is she fucking him?!” he screamed, bouncing between absolute despair and pure rage, as he continued to get sloshed around the stomach…

-

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna… ugh!” Chelsea moaned as yet another orgasm shook through her body, making her leak her juices all over her boy-toy. She continued to ride him, scratching an itch that hadn’t been scratched in years.

“Jesus, you’re a freak. To think he was wasting all this…” Kevin grinned as the woman straddled him.

“Shut the fuck up and smack my ass!” Chelsea ordered. Kevin obeyed, sending a shockwave throughout her body…

-

Matt had long since perished within the wayward wife’s stomach, a mixture of exhaustion from fighting to stay afloat, and the slow decay of stomach acids. The last thing he heard before the sweet release of death, was his wife’s post-coital words…

-

“Hey Kevin?” she sighed, laying on the muscled chest of the strong man who used her up all night.

“Yeah, Chelsea?” he replied, curious as to what she was going to say.

“It’s nice being with a real man…” she giggled, snuggling into his chest hair and gliding a hand along his stomach.

“I bet it is…” he laughed, stroking her hair, as the two basked in the sweaty glory of a night spent fucking…

*TAP*

*TAP*

*TAP*

“So… would you like to explain to me why exactly there’s a tiny student, naked, on my desk, Mrs. Campbell?” a firm, sultry feminine voice inquired, steadily tapping her pointed clear-coat nail onto the desk before her, making it ever so difficult for the shrunken human struggling to maintain balance against the quakes.

“Right… sorry Principal Hill. You see… Jack Wilson, the shrunken student I’ve brought you… was attempting to spy on the girls as they changed. He used some sort of… app, on his phone, which I’ve brought alongside his clothes that were found in a corner near the changing room.” Mrs. Campbell explained, her sporty attire and tight ginger ponytail befitting her role as a gym teacher. Her face was wearing a permanent look of disgust, not even giving tiny Jack a glance.

“Hm… well, Jack… how about YOU tell us what happened? I want every detail, or we can just go ahead and skip straight to expulsion.” Principal Hill smiled, a lollipop stick casually sticking out of her mouth. Her eyes bore a slight sign of crows feet, but it was barely a notch on her pristine appearance, especially for someone at the middling age of forty-three. Her straight, shoulder length brunette hair had the occasional dotting of gray, and her makeup was minimal. She hardly needed it, if anything the slight age on her skin made her all the more beautiful. Even her alluring hazel eyes felt too perfect. Her conviction and values showed in her clothing, an office-chic ensemble consisting of a white blouse, a tight-fitting pencil skirt, and a pair of dark nylons that led down into designer black pumps.

Despite the unnatural beauty she possessed, Jack had always been terrified of Principal Hill, as she had a notorious reputation for harsh punishment and a hair-trigger temper; it made it all the more nerve-wracking that she didn’t seem to have the slightest hint of anger in her voice.

“W… well…” Jack began, trying to fight the forming lump in his throat…

-

“C’mon Jack… this is the moment… don’t pussy out now…” Jack muttered to himself, as the beginning of his plan was finally coming to fruition.

“Welcome to uChange!” the app on his phone screen read. Jack found it excruciatingly painful to spend almost a month's pay on the app’s cost, but considering how long he’d dreamt of this day? Every penny was worth it.

“Transformation? Hell no… shrink… there you go… size… two inches… full durability… duration… I guess two hours?” Jack mumbled, trying to configure the app to ensure the experience would be as fluid as possible.

A sudden burst of female chatter echoed down the hallway, making Jack pause to check if the coast was clear. 

“Phew… alright… warnings?” Jack continued. The phone pulled up a red display, highlighting several risks and stipulations that accompanied the shrinking process.

“Clothes and accessories will not shrink with you… please ensure settings are as desired, as users will not be able to alter the settings without assistance from someone of normal size…” he further read, before disregarding the message and accepting the terms. He had it all planned out; sneak in the girls room, enjoy the view for a little, then come back to his hideaway and throw everything back on. The only cost, besides the actual one, was the missed attendance from being absent for phys-ed.

Jack’s breath hitched, then he closed his eyes.

“Fuck it!” he grimaced, wincing as he pressed the button on the phone, and felt himself plummet to the floor, landing in a soft pile of giant fabric.

“Woah!” he gasped, opening his eyes and looking around at the now gigantic hallways of the school. The reverb of the doors opening and the stomps of giant peers echoed down the hall, reminding Jack of what he came here for.

“Right… to the girls room…” he gulped, beginning his walk towards the target he’d been dreaming about for years…

-

Jack hugged the wall tight, as he stood just beside the girl’s room door, watching and bracing himself as titanic feet clad in exercise shoes made their way by with each swing of the door. He just had to wait for the right moment…

“Now!” he screamed, as he broke into a full sprint between the pink shoes of yet another of his female classmates, expertly weaving between them in an athletic feat far unlike anything he was normally capable of.

Within moments, he was in the girls changing room, exposed to the scents of slight sweat and excessive perfume, and just before him, was the pale expanse of a half-naked girl changing just before his eyes. He instinctively shielded them, but laughed at the pointless gesture of respect considering the nature of the act. He tried to hide his perverted excitement, but it was far too difficult, as he could already see his main objective in sight; Stacy Lee’s changing bag, resting on a bench in front of her locker.

Jack broke into yet another full sprint, trying to make it under the benches to avoid being spotted by the few girls that still paced the room. Sneaking alongside the underneath of the bench, he eventually made it just before the bag, as the final girl left the room. Now he was alone, and all he had to do was climb Stacy’s bag, achievable via the straps that were hanging down to the floor. He grabbed ahold of the material, and began to hoist himself up. Chalking the odd increase in athleticism up to the shrinking process, he continued to pull, until with a hefty heave, he found himself atop the wooden bench, panting and gasping for air. As he settled, he looked up to the bag, and wondered what goodies laid inside for his creepy mind to indulge in.

“Oh… her water bottle’s still here…” Jack noticed, looking at the giant pink vessel of liquid.

“Yeah guys, I’ll be there in a sec, I forgot my bottle!” a voice boomed out from the now opening doorway.

“Shit!” Jack cursed, looking towards the source of the noise to see a sight that pulled his mind into two places.

Stacy, in all her beautiful blonde-haired blue-eyed freckled glory, wrapped in tight fitting sports attire, was entering the room, her monolithic form quickly closing in on Jack.

“Gotta hide!” he panicked, looking for some place to disappear from sight, but options were scarce. The only place he could see was her gym-bag.

Jack began to lunge towards it, deftly grabbing a hold of the material and starting to hoist himself up.

“Thank god I-” Jack began, before a brutal force suddenly flung hum harshly against the metal wall of the locker

“FUCKING BUG! EW!” Stacy screamed, bouncing in panic as she slapped at the disgusting creature she spotted on her bag. She fanned her face to calm down as much as she could; she detested bugs.

She looked towards where she had swiped it to, and gazed close at the twitching form.

“Oh my god… no fucking way… GROSS! YOU PERVERT!” Stacy shouted, sending droplets of spit down upon the dazed boy’s body as she spat with anger at the offender.

Her outburst quickly attracted a crowd, as girls quickly filed into the room to investigate the commotion.

“Stacy, what’s going… holy shit, is that a tiny naked dude?!” another voice joined in, poking at Jack’s quivering body and shuddering in revulsion upon contact.

“What was he doing in here? Was he spying on us?!” yet another girl chimed in.

“Girls, girls, what’s the problem?” an older voice inquired, stepping through the crowd to get a better look at the source of the chatter…

-

“And that’s how I ended up here…” Jack stammered, hating every second of his forced recollection of the humiliating events.

“Oh shit, I’m still naked!” he gasped, quickly reaching to cover his privates as the two giantesses stared down at his pale, pathetic body.

“Please, Jack. You don’t have much down there to hide by the looks of it, no offense. But if it makes you more comfortable, then so be it.” Principal Hill laughed, resting her head in her hands as she gleefully listened to the embarrassing story.

“Mrs. Campbell, you can excuse us. I’ll handle things from here…” she ordered, looking to her employee with an expectant gaze.

“Right, ma’am. Please knock some sense into that dirty boy…” Mrs. Campbell scoffed, before walking out of the room and closing the door behind her, leaving Jack alone with the predatory principal.

The silence was palpable, the giant authority figure simply focusing her hazel orbs down upon Jack’s body with an expectancy of… something. He had no idea what. The only noise present in the room was the occasional collision of Principal Hill’s lollipop hitting her teeth.

*CRUNCH*

Jack jumped out of his skin, as a loud shattering sound emitted from behind the pink lips of the fine-wine woman, a deafening cacophony of crunching candy as she eviscerated the sweet within her jaws. Jack could only watch in awe as she chewed and chewed, until finally, with an almost intentional exaggeration, her throat began to constrict.

*GULP*

His heart dropped as he watched a lump form in her throat, then rocket down it, disappearing behind her modest chest.

“Mmm… sorry about that, I’m always so impatient with these things… I just love to chew on them instead of sitting there and licking it all day. I know it’s the point, but… anyway, I’m getting off track. Let’s talk about what you did. Do you mind if I get more comfortable?” Principal Hill asked, awaiting a sign of approval from Jack.

“Um… yeah… go ahead…” he responded, getting a pleasant smile from Principal Hill.

“HOLY SHIT!” he screamed, as a shadow suddenly loomed over him, and he found a black wall of leather slamming down just before his position, then another just behind it.

Principal Hill put her feet up on her desk, the gigantic appendages clad in nylon and leather crossed over one another and dwarfing Jack several times over.

“There you go… sorry, I’m on my feet all day in these pumps, and they just get so sore…” she groaned, writhing her foot within the shoe and making the leather creak.

“You know what… let me take a look at this app while I talk to you. What’s your phone password?” she inquired, looking to Jack for an answer.

He paused, hesitating to provide it, knowing the many things she could use to humiliate him if she dug deep enough.

*SLAM*

One of her feet lifted up and slammed down hard onto the desk, causing Jack to fly up and land with a hard thud on the walnut surface.

“Do I need to ask again?” Principal Hill smiled, beginning to raise her foot once more.

“Eight one six four!” Jack screamed, shielding himself from the impending collision. Thankfully, it never came, as the foot settled down gently back onto the table.

“Good boy. Now, let’s see. Ah, uChange. I’ve heard a little about this…” she mumbled, swiping through Jack’s phone until she found the offending app.

“Interesting… so you’ll be like this for a minimum of another hour, good thing I’ve got the time… you increased your durability? Hm… that’d be fun to test…” she continued, looking at Jack with an interested grin.

“Oh? There’s some interesting options here! Sensory sensitivity? You know what, that reminds me. What were you going to get your grubby little mitts on of Stacy's? Don't lie, or I'll drop this foot right on top of you…” she asked, waving her foot back and forth, putting Jack into a trance.

“...Her shoes.” Jack meekly admitted, turning bright red.

“Oh, a foot boy are we? Interesting. Well, I guess we can help eachother out!” Principal Hill chirped, before grabbing another lollipop and beginning to unwrap it.

*CRASH*

“WHAT THE-” Jack screamed, jumping back in fear as a sea of black overtook his vision.

*CRASH*

“Ah… that’s so much better…” Principal Hill cooed, writhing her feet and cracking her toes in joy at the exposure to open air.

Jack stood in awe as her pump laid before him, a giant canvas of off-beige material that had long darkened with repeated use, bearing the golden inscription marked “Louboutin.”

“Oh my god!” he gagged, getting a sudden blast of hot, fetid air from within the cave, surrounding him and making every breath a heavy endeavor. The pure, vinegary sting of her sweaty emissions was too much, even for one with a love for the appendages, and each bob of her feet sent more of it his way.

“Sorry, that walking I told you about also makes them get really sweaty, and when they get sweaty, well… they get stinky. But you don’t mind, right? After all, I’m sure you were going to stick your tiny little nose in that girl’s shoes? Why not indulge yourself in something even better? Hell, I’ll even let you rub them!” Principal Hill giggled, before using her foot to swipe the pumps to the side, then planting both of her heels right before Jack. He cringed as he saw a puddle of sweat squish out from the wall of nylon, pooling on the desk in front of him. He could even see the distortion in the air from the heat emitted by the overworn material.

“Go on. Rub them. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting. Not like you care too much for how women feel, clearly…” Principal Hill mocked, before stomping her foot on the desk to urge Jack to get to work. She popped the lollipop into her mouth, and began idly scrolling through the uChange app.

Jack walked up to the nylon wall with trepidation. The air stung his nose, and as alluring as her pheromones were, he couldn't dare be aroused around such a woman. He touched his hand to it, and stifled a gag as he watched sweat ooze out around his hand and drip down towards the wood. It was boiling to the touch, almost so hot that it burned. As he pushed his hand further, he felt it sink into the skin, eventually stopping as it reached the muscle below. He began to repeat the motion, giving his captor the massage she desired, trying his hardest not to let the salty tang in the air fill his huffing mouth.

"Hmm… let's turn this all the way up…" he heard her mutter, as her feet idly swayed back and forth, making the massage all the more harder.

*RETCH*

Jack dry-heaved, falling to his knees as his senses suddenly soared, making his nose short-circuit and his tongue involuntary spasm as it tasted every molecule within the air. He gasped for breath, but each unintended inhale brought in more sensory overload, making him twitch and seize.

"I didn't say stop…" Principal Hill warned, nudging Jack with her pudgy heel as she continued idly scrolling and sucking on her lollipop.

"Transformation? That's interesting…" she mumbled, already ignoring Jack once more.

Jack struggled to his feet, waltzing towards the appendage like a zombie as he put one foot in front of the other…

-

Jack finally messaged every inch of the foot he could reach, and fell back in exhaustion, falling straight into the accumulated puddle of sweat.

"Oh… is that really all you could do? I barely felt anything…" Principal Hill muttered, leaning over to look at the shrunken laborer on her desk.

*CRUNCH*

*CRUNCH*

*CRUNCH*

*GULP*

"Mmm…" Principal Hill cooed, swallowing down the remains of yet another lollipop.

"Well, Jack, I think you've probably learnt your lesson. Too much of a good thing, right? Now you know what a woman's feet can really smell like, maybe you won't go trying to creep on your classmates…" Principal Hill laughed, reaching a hand into her lollipop bowl as she began to search for the deactivation button in the app.

"Oh? Aw, I'm out of lollipops…" she sighed, feeling the emptiness of the bowl as her hand reached around for any sign of the delicious candy.

"Wait…" she grinned, pulling her feet off of the desk and leaning forward over the panting boy.

"I think I have one more task for you, then you can go…" she muttered as she began to scroll through the app once more.

"What is she… doing…" Jack huffed, too exhausted to lift his head and look.

"Transformation… oh, there's a lot of options! Let's see… edible… candy… lollipop… oh my god, so many flavors! Um… strawberry is my favorite… size… regular… time limit… set to cancel transformation in app… finalize… oh?" Principal Hill exclaimed, noticing a glaring red notice appear on the screen.

"Warning… users will be subject to an integrity total… damage to converted object will deplete integrity… falling below fifty-percent invalidates reversal of transformation, and users will not be able to return to their human form… below ten-percent, further alterations to object are impossible… well, that's not a problem, I'm only going to have a little taste…" Principal Hill laughed, before pressing a button on the screen, and looking intently at Jack.

"Wait… NO!" Jack yelled, realizing what she was doing. But before he could even reach an arm out to plead with her, he felt his body go immobile, and a bright flash of light enveloped him…

-

"Oh, how nifty!" Principal Hill giggled as she stared at the red lollipop laying on her desk. Without delay, she reached her hand towards the stick, and gripped it, slowly lifting it towards her eager mouth…

-

"What the… my head… everything hurts…" Jack grumbled; only, his voice wasn't projecting. He could only speak in his head.

"I taste… strawberry…" he continued, trying to shake himself back into consciousness, but was unable to move a muscle. Even opening his eyes was proving difficult. But once he finally got them open, all of his questions were answered.

"WHAT THE FUCK-" he began to scream, before he was plunged into the open maw of the goddess that currently held onto him. Within an instant, his body made contact with her tongue, and the slick, slimy fluid coated his body. Her teeth closed behind him, sealing him shut in the dark, hot, fruit-scented cave of her mouth.

A tingling sensation began to overtake his body, almost as if his "skin" was melting off. That was because that was precisely what was happening…

-

"Mmm… oh my, this tastes so good…" Principal Hill moaned in pleasure as she dragged the lollipop around every inch of her tongue, spinning it in circles as she savored the delicious fruity taste.

"Edible object integrity depleting due to saliva exposure… integrity level at ninety-nine percent…" she read, staring at the phone screen with curiosity, pulling the lollipop out of her mouth and looking at it with a cheeky smile.

"Well, if it's that slow, I can get a good while out of you before you hit fifty. Sorry Jack! Hold out until then, you tasty little morsel…" she giggled, before plunging Jack into her mouth once more. The flavor exploded on her tongue, almost an addictive sensation that she couldn't get enough of.

"I'll have to find more naughty students using this app to punish if it means I get to enjoy this little treat every time…" shs mumbled, as she put the phone into a drawer, then pulled some papers out of another drawer, putting them in front of her as she held the lollipop within her mouth while she put on her reading glasses.

"Mmm… okay… district policy…" she muttered, battling the mouthful of saliva as she talked to herself, swirling the lollipop around her mouth as she read the form before her…

-

Principal Hill leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms out as she finally finished the stack of papers, setting them to the side and pinching her brow as the sun began to set behind her.

"What a day…" she murmured around the lollipop, closing her eyes and taking a moment to fully relax.

"Principal Hill?" a voice called out from behind her door, their figure visible behind the frosted glass.

"Come in!" Principal Hill replied, trying to hide her exhaustion.

The door opened, and a figure she recognized walked in.

"Stacy! So good to see you, well done for representing the school so well in track and field!" Principal Hill smiled sweetly, motioning for the student to sit down.

"Thanks, it means a lot to hear you say that." Stacy replied, slowly sinking into the chair across from Principal Hill.

"So, what do you want to discuss?" Principal Hill asked, subconsciously moving the lollipop back to her molars…

-

"How long… is she gonna keep me in here…" Jack gasped, feeling his body get literally eaten away as he was sucked on and licked for what felt like hours. He couldn't tell what direction was up or down in the dark cave, and everything tasted and smelled of strawberry. It was as if he was being forced to taste his own blood, a sickening revelation for the student-turned-object.

"Stacy!" he heard the deafening sound of a name being called from the principal's booming throat, indicating the object of his affection and the reason he was in his current situation had entered the room.

"Thank God, maybe she'll put two and two together and take me out…" he sighed, awaiting his freedom.

Sure enough, he began to shift in a direction, slowly being dragged towards something.

"Finally!" he gasped, excited to return back to his normal body and swear off any intention of perverted scheming ever again. Principal Hill had certainly got the point across.

Suddenly, a tight grip enclosed on him from each side.

"Wait…" he muttered.

"Wait…" he continued, feeling something was off.

"No…" he began to panic.

*CRACK*

"NO!" he screamed, trying to pointlessly flail around.

*CRACK*

*POP*

"PRINCIPAL HILL, PRINCIPAL HILL, PRINCIPAL HILL! STOP!" he begged, wishing he could even have the pity of tears streaming down his face.

*CRACK*

*POP*

*CRACK*

"MOM!" Jack yelled out, his non-existent voice disappearing into the void…

-

*CRUNCH*

*CRACKLE*

*CRUNCH*

"Mmm… that was so good…" Principal Hill murmured as she continued to chew the mouthful of shattered lollipop.

"Um… Principal Hill?" Stacy nervously piped up, watching the entranced principal as she enjoyed her treat without a care in the world.

"Oh, uh… sorry… one sec…" Principal Hill stammered, realizing she got distracted and coming to the real world. She shifted the crunched up candy to the back of her throat, as well as all the accumulated saliva, and held her hand to her neck…

*GULP*

*GULP*

*GULP*

"Ah… again, sorry about that. I love my sweets!" Principal Hill giggled, pulling out the lollipop stick, barren of all candy, as the lump traveled down her chest, getting a returned laugh from Stacy who watched the whole thing with morbid curiosity.

"Your phone is buzzing…" Stacy meekly pointed out as she heard a rumble from within the desk, hoping not to incur the wrath of the ditzy Principal for pointing out her inattentiveness.

"Oh, it can wait. What did you want to talk about?" Principal Hill asked again, awaiting an answer from her student.

"Um… I can't even remember at this point. Sorry, I'll get out of your hair." Stacy apologized, slowly standing up.

"Oh, well, okay! Keep up the good work Stacy!" Principal Hill called out as Stacy left the room. Stacy waved back with a smile, then closed the door behind her.

"What is this god awful buzzing?" Principal Hill grumbled as she clambered into her desk to find her source of the irritation. She grabbed a hold of the vibrating object, then pulled it out, examining the phone and checking its screen.

"CATASTROPHIC DAMAGE INCURRED, INTEGRITY BELOW TEN-PERCENT, USER "JACK" IS NOW UNABLE TO REVERT TO ORIGINAL CONDITION. FURTHER ALTERATIONS OF OBJECT ARE NOW IMPOSSIBLE. USER "JACK" IS LEGALLY DEFINED AS DECEASED. PERPETRATOR OF THE DEATH OF USER "JACK" IS NOT LIABLE TO ANY LEGAL RAMIFICATIONS. ACKNOWLEDGE TO DISMISS." the screen read, making her heart drop and her skin turn pale.

"Oh." she stammered, slowly raising the cleaned-off lollipop stick to her eyes.

With a heavy sigh, she clicked "dismiss" on the screen, and pulled her trash can towards her.

She dropped the lollipop stick into the trash, then kicked it back under her desk, then wiped her hands.

She slowly lowered a hand to her stomach, feeling it bubble and churn.

*BURP*

"Excuse me…" she murmured, covering her mouth as a strawberry-scented burp escaped her lips.

She leaned back in her chair once more, still resting the hand on her stomach as she pondered the situation. A slight smile crept across her face.

"Talk about two birds with one stone…" she giggled, patting her belly through her blouse as she toyed with the app.

"Oh, transfer ownership to a nearby user?" she exclaimed, raising an eyebrow as a pop-up came across the screen, prompting her to make her own account to transfer Jack's member-status to herself.

"Maybe it's time I clean up this school… one perverted snack at a time…"

“Where is… where is my laptop? I swear I had it here before I left… damnit… Claire!”

“What?! What do you want Alex?!” an annoyed female voice called back from behind the thin walls of Alex’s room.

“My fucking laptop! Did you take it again?!” he yelled in response, turning his room over in search of the portable computer.

“Ugh, yeah! Mine doesn’t work!” Claire responded, causing Alex to sprint out of the room and frantically knock on his step-sister's door.

“Calm down!” she demanded as she opened the door, shocked at her step-brother’s aggression.

Alex stared down his step-sister, an angered look on his face in response to the theft of his laptop. Her blue eyes stared back, looking at him with disdain. Her strawberry-blonde locks, tied in a pony-tail, hung over her shoulder, contrasting with her pale, freckled skin. Her entire body was a little on the chubbier side, not making her fat, but definitely more plump than the norm. It showed especially on her rear, but that wasn’t something Alex ever thought about in “that” way. She was his step-sister after all. Her nails were pink, both on her toes and her fingers, visible because she was just wearing pajamas. Overall, Claire was a perfectly average girl, pretty, but nothing notable that you'd find yourself committing step-cest to dream about.

“Your’s doesn’t work, because you load the thing up with viruses!” Alex scolded as he grabbed his laptop and started heading out of the room.

“Hey, I was using that!” Claire groaned as she watched her step-brother go to leave.

“Use your own!” Alex shouted as he slammed the door shut, walking to his room and slamming that door too. He twisted the lock, then sighed, before walking over to his bed.

“Asshole…” Claire grumbled as she walked over to her own bed.

-

“Right…” Alex mumbled as he closed out of all of Claire’s tabs, opening a peculiar website of his own.

“uChange Connections… local users… there you go…” he continued, smiling as he saw the familiar name pop up, and read her bio once more.

“Hi, I’m SolemnKitty43, I work at a local lingerie shop, and for the right price, I will smuggle in transformed people into the stock! Contact me for more info!” it read, a bio Alex almost knew by heart, as he’d been saving relentlessly for both the cost of uChange, as well as the fee demanded by SolemnKitty43 for the smuggling services.

He wouldn’t admit it if you asked him, but even before it became a real possibility, his biggest fantasy was to be a woman’s pair of panties. He’d read countless stories on the internet about it, and practically lived for the idea that one day it could be a reality; and now it was.

“Hey, I’m Alex, I’m interested in your services, and have the money required to pay. Please let me know what else I can do!” Alex wrote, then clicked send.

“Ugh, I sound like a jackass…” he sighed, putting his laptop to the side and laying flat.

Almost immediately, his laptop dinged, indicating he’d received a message.

“That was fast…” he muttered as he pulled the laptop back over his knees and read the message.

“Hi Alex! We actually get new inventory on Friday this week, so if you feel like you’re ready to go ahead and go through with this, you can meet me at a specific location tomorrow, and I’ll collect you. Does that sound good?” she responded, seeming awfully sweet considering the business she was running.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Send me the location and I’ll meet you there!” Alex replied, feeling his heart start to thump within his chest.

“Friday is just two days away… is this really happening?” he said under his breath as he awaited the response from his connection.

Sure enough, she gave him a location. An alley off of the main street. Things were now set in stone, and within two days, he may find himself adorning the ass of some beautiful woman for the rest of his life…

-

Alex nervously walked down the bustling main street, weaving in and out of the crowd as he made his way towards the destination. It wasn’t cheap paying for uChange, and especially so for the fee SolemnKitty43 was asking for, but he felt the fat wad of several hundred dollar notes filling his pocket, more than he had ever carried on his person.

He saw the alley come into sight, and slowly stepped towards it. He made it around the corner, and was surprised to see a petite blonde woman dressed in a hoodie, covering all of her features besides her face, which had a nose-ring that she really should’ve taken out, since it was quite distinct and recognizable if one were to meet her under normal circumstances.

“SolemKitty43?” he asked, causing the girl to turn towards him, a disinterested expression on her face.

“Yeah, that’s me. I guess you’re Alex?” she replied, looking him up and down.

“Yep. So… how do we do this?” he continued, watching as the woman held her hand out expectantly.

“First, the money.” she demanded, motioning for Alex to hand over the cash. He reluctantly reached into his pocket, then planted the bundle of cash into her hand, seeing her shove it into her hoodie pocket with a grin.

“Good. Now, here’s how this’ll work. Open uChange, and go to the transformation page.” she began, reaching into a backpack she’d laid near her, and pulling out a bunch of colorful garments.

Alex gulped. They were panties, of various designs and colors.

“Go to copy object, and pick one of these. Set your timer to indefinite, and whatever other settings you want. Once you’ve done that, just go ahead and press accept, and I’ll grab you up and get you ready to swap into the existing stock…” SolemKitty43 explained, looking at Alex with an impatient gaze.

“Um… okay. Hey, is there anything else I can call you by?” Alex inquired, noting the awkwardness of referring to someone in person by their online name.

“We aren’t here to make friends. Do what I tell you, or I’m ending this deal and walking with the money…” she spat, making Alex jump back. She was far meaner in person. It made him feel uneasy.

“Right… sorry…” he mumbled as she followed her instructions.

He looked upon the panties, trying to find a pair that resonated with him. They were all lacey, but some had frills, some were different shapes, and some seemed to be made of different material. The one that caught his eye was a pink pair of hipster panties, seeming a tad fancier than the others.

“These ones…” he thought to himself as he knelt down over the pink pair, thinking he’d prefer the type of woman who’d choose a pair like that.

He clicked accept on the app after setting it to what he wanted. He didn’t tell her that he enabled increased sensory sensitivity. When he clicked accept, a warning came up.

"Warning, users will be subject to an integrity total. Damage to converted object will deplete integrity. Falling below fifty-percent invalidates reversal of transformation, and users will not be able to return to their human form. Below ten-percent, further alterations to object are impossible…” he read, feeling his heart drop at the implication. Granted, he’d already decided to spend the rest of his life as some woman’s underwear, but he always found some comfort in the possibility of turning back somehow. But now that it was clear there may be a time where that couldn’t happen, he began to hesitate.

“You press this…” the woman said impatiently, as she pressed a finger to Alex’s screen.

“WAIT!” he yelled, before the air he occupied suddenly filled, and a pink pair of lacey panties fell to the ground, beginning to absorb the foul waters of the decrepit alleyway.

-

“God… it aches…” Alex grumbled, feeling intense pain all over his body. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he just got turned into a pair of panties. He just didn’t expect it to hurt so much, nor make him almost pass out.

“Finally… I fucking hate dealing with you creeps…” a feminine voice boomed over him, as he held his heavy eyes open to take in the view of the voice’s source.

“WOAH!” his mental voice shouted, looking up at the moody blonde as she slowly reached down, gripping the pink material and beginning to lift it.

“Once my student loans are paid off, I’m stopping this shit. I feel bad for the poor girls who don’t even know they’re wearing you guys… I would just throw you in the trash, but you're lucky I hold up my end...” she sighed, holding the pair up in front of her.

Alex couldn’t believe the sheer vulnerability he felt staring at the giantess, her penetrating, judgmental blue eyes looking at him with disgust. As she held him in her hands, he felt the warmth of her fingers, contrasted with the cold air rushing through the alley. He could even taste the light sheen of sweat on them.

“Alright, you’re getting stuffed in my bag until Friday. Have fun…” she scoffed, plunging her hand into her backpack and letting go, leaving Alex in the darkness as the sound of the bag zipping up reverberated through the canvas, trapping him within her bag as she hoisted it up over her shoulder.

“Friday…” he thought. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all…

-

“Hey Britney!” a voice called out, echoing through Alex’s chamber.

“Sup’ Hannah. How’s the new inventory coming in?” the voice of SolemnKitty43, apparently named Britney, replied to the chirpy girl.

“It’s going good, would you mind taking over at Underwear? I’ve got my hands full…” Hannah responded, a tone of exhaustion in her voice.

“Got it. Let me just go to the back real quick…” Britney answered, wasting no time as her bag bounced up and down with each step she took towards the back of the store.

Alex felt the bag land with a thud, then felt his "eyes" squint as light began to pour in for the first time in two days. A hand reached in, then began to pull Alex out.

"Okay, little pervert. It's showtime. Hope you're ready…" Britney snickered as she pulled the pink pair of panties out of her bag, as well as the others that she needed to put back where they belonged.

Alex slowly adjusted to the light, taking in the pink surroundings of the lingerie store. He could taste the bitter tang of perfume in the air, making him want to cough, if only he could.

Britney began walking with him, and bundled him up in her hand, slowly walking over to the panty display. She began searching through the drawers, until she found the section she got his copy from, then began to whisper to him.

"I never got you freaks. You know how fucking disgusting being a pair of underwear is? You ready to eat farts and discharge for the rest of your life? Trust me, it'll take about a day of being worn for you to wish you never did this. Too bad you can't change back. See ya, loser. Thanks for the thousand dollars…" Britney snickered as she dropped Alex into the drawer, then closed it shut, trapping him in darkness once more.

"Oh shit… I never thought about that…" Alex realized, understanding that his fate was sealed as soon as the drawer was.

"Happy thoughts… happy thoughts… you're gonna love this…" he tried to convince himself, trying not to let his fear take over…

-

"These? No… these? Nah… g-strings aren't my thing…" Alex heard a voice speak from outside of his enclosure. He didn't recognize it, so it wasn't Britney. It was a customer.

Light filled the drawer as it was pulled out, and Alex got a full view of his potential wearer.

“Dear god…” he gasped, looking upon the beauty before him.

She was an astoundingly pretty latina, with jet-black curly hair that hung down her shoulders, dark-brown eyes that looked in the drawer with curiosity, a sharp nose that centered her face, and a plump set of lips that almost looked filled. He could just make out that she was wearing a floral sundress.

“Oh, these are so cute!” she smiled, reaching a hand towards Alex.

“YES!” he shouted, thanking the gods that he was going to be purchased by such a stunning woman. Even her hands smelled of scented lotion, indicating she took good care of herself.

“You shouldn’t get those. They ride up like crazy, I had to throw a pair of them out…” an oddly familiar voice spoke to the cute woman who held her hand just before Alex. In response to the other girl's warning, she began to pull it away.

“NO! Who the fuck…” Alex grumbled, watching the latina turn towards the offender.

“Oh, really? That’s a shame… thanks for the warning!” she thanked, before walking off out of Alex’s view.

“Now… let me get a look at you…” the voice continued, then a giant figure came into view before Alex, making his heart plummet.

“No…” he gasped, seeing a very unwelcome sight.

“Heya Alex!” Claire smiled, looking down at her transformed step-brother, holding her phone towards him. It was beeping, getting more rapid the closer it was held to him.

“How did she find me?!” he cursed, before realizing his mistake.

“The laptop…” he realized, remembering what’d happened on Wednesday.

“You and I are gonna have a LONG talk. But first, I’m gonna buy ya…” she giggled, reaching a hand into the drawer and grabbing a hold of the pink material.

Alex would’ve recoiled at her touch if he could move, the salty tang of her clammy hands a far contrast from the sweet scent of the latina’s. She slowly lifted him out of the drawer, holding him before her.

“Jesus… these are so small… what kind of fucking standards do you dudes have for women…” Claire tisked, getting a better view of the lacey underwear.

She smirked, then bundled them into her fist as she walked towards the sales counter.

“I’ll just have these, please.” she said, directed towards the cashier.

“Yes ma’am… oh, these are…” the cashier began, a tone of hesitance in her voice

“If you tell me these are too small for me, I’ll go find your manager right now and get you fired for discrimination…” Claire warned, a tighter grip enclosing Alex as she grew angered.

“Sorry ma’am…” the cashier meekly responded as she silenced herself and processed Claire’s purchase…

-

“Phew. What a fucking bitch…” Claire sighed, stepping into her car and tossing the discreet bag onto her passenger seat.

“Now, let’s have that chat…” she continued, reaching into the bag and plucking out Alex.

“CLAIRE! TURN ME BACK!” Alex begged, knowing that she couldn’t hear him.

“I bet you’re wondering how I knew how to find you? Well, let me explain…” she began, a grin forming on her lips.

“It began when I borrowed your laptop. You left your uChange open, which I already found suspicious, and frankly weird. I didn’t really want to think about my step-bro participating in the weird kink shit that app enables. But then I got bored, and decided to snoop through your history. SolemnKitty43, a panty smuggler? I put two and two together. I’m very disappointed in you, Alex. I mean, imagine that poor girl who would’ve worn you, not knowing she was being perved on by some creep?” she explained, shaking her head at Alex.

“And your “suicide note?” I mean, come on. That’s just low. You really were about to give up your whole life just to be some panties…” she scoffed, a look of disgust on her face.

“Anyway, I did some googling. Turns out, if you purchase an object someone turned themselves into, uChange allow you to take over their controls! I just have to take a picture of the receipt and… boom!” she giggled, using her free hand to take a picture of the receipt, making her phone ding.

“There you go… user “Alex” confirmed… controls granted!” she cheered, dropping Alex and using both hands to investigate her phone.

“Woah… there’s so many options!” she gasped, scrolling through the page and seeing no end.

"Jesus… okay, I'm gonna take us home and try these out…" she laughed, buckling her seatbelt and getting ready to drive.

"Hold tight Alex!" she called out as she stepped on the gas, making the car start to move.

"I'm doomed…" Alex cried, fearing his impending mistreatment at the hands of his step-sister…

-

"Phew… it's hot today…" Claire sighed as she stepped into the house.

"Hey Claire! Where you go off to?" a voice asked, making Claire jump out of her skin.

"Jesus, mom, you scared me. Uh, just to get some clothes…" Claire meekly answered, as her mother, almost an identical but older version of herself, albeit a decent bit skinnier, stepped towards her.

"Hey… I know that store… what are you doing buying lingerie? You got a boyfriend you aren't telling me about?" Claire's mother inquired, a cheeky smile on her lips.

"No mom! I just… wanted to treat myself to something cute… and wait, why do you know the store? Wait, don't tell me, I really don't want to know…" Claire gagged, getting a giggle from her mother.

"Let me see these…" her mother said as she reached into the bag, then pulled out a pair of pink panties.

"Oh these are adorable! I wish I had a pair like this!" her mother cooed, holding the pair towards her lower body to see how they'd look on her.

"A little small for you though, honey. No offense…" she continued, getting an angry snatch back of the panties from Claire.

"Ugh, rude! They'll fit just fine…" Claire groaned, shoving them back into the bag.

"Well, if they don't, I'll buy them off of you!" her mother offered as her daughter grumpily stepped up the stairs and shut her door, ignoring her…

-

"Finally, now we're alone…" Claire grinned, taking Alex out of the bag and throwing it to the ground of her messy room.

"Bet you loved every second of that, huh?" she giggled, holding her step-brother before her face as she imagined what he was feeling.

In truth, it was painfully arousing to be handled by his step-mom as if he was just an object, but now that he'd been returned to Claire, all he felt was fear.

"Anyway, let's go ahead and test out these options…" she muttered, walking over to her bed and throwing Alex onto it. He landed on her pillow, positioned so he could see her in her entirety.

She began to hook her fingers into her leggings, and started to pull them down, revealing a pair of thick, milky thighs, with some white boyshorts below them.

"I usually don't wear panties like you, but I guess I'll make an exception. I suppose I could always change you to something else, but it could be fun to make a change…" she sighed, as she then started to grab at the waistband of her current panties.

Alex tried desperately to look away, trying to preserve the purity of his relationship with his step-sister, but he couldn't move an inch, as her privates were slowly revealed.

Her pubes were trimmed to the skin, leaving her pussy on full display for the terrified garment. It was neat, with tucked lips that left room for imagination. That wasn’t a good thing for Alex.

"Alright, now to put you on. Sorry if I'm a little stinky, it was super hot outside and I'm still a bit sweaty…" she explained, grabbing Alex off of the bed and lowering him to the ground.

Alex fell on the floor, and was stuck looking up at his giant, curvy stepsister in all her glory. He could see her giant rear poking out from her silhouette, and deeply feared the task of holding all of that together.

In an instant, a foot slipped into his right hole, then another into his left.

"Oh shit!" he yelled, as he began to get lifted up, rapidly ascending her legs, until he hit a snag in the plump flesh.

"Damn… too small…" Claire grumbled, holding Alex up with her right hand as she reached for the phone with her left.

"Size increase… maximum… there you go…" she smiled as she felt the garment expand, growing a tad more loose on her body.

She continued to pull Alex up, and he watched as her pussy and crack grew closer and closer, until…

*GAG*

Alex was taken aback by the salty tang of the accumulated sweat between her cheeks, as well as the sweet but savory tang of her juices that touched his tongue, as his body settled onto her private area. It groaned and stretched to accommodate all of her mass within, and Alex wondered if he could even manage the Herculean task of being her underwear for long.

"Still a little tight, but you're already max size. Whatever, still really comfortable…" she muttered as she pulled him snug onto her body.

*SMACK*

Alex felt a sharp pain as she slapped her ass, causing her to giggle.

"Now, time to look at these options…" she laughed, throwing herself into the bed and crossing her legs over each other as she laid back and looked up at the phone.

"Hmm… woah, self-cleaning? Meaning I never have to take you off? Yes please!" she exclaimed, excitedly pressing the option.

"OH FUCK NO!" Alex screamed, feeling his body immediately start to absorb and process the liquids that filled it.

“I'm only gonna wear you for a week to scare some sense into you, but I might as well get the best experience!" she giggled, further scrolling through the app.

"A WEEK?!" Alex shouted, in disbelief at the length of torture he'd have to endure.

"Oh my… let's try this one…" Claire said with a blush, as she pressed a button on the screen.

Alex's body began to shake feverishly, rattling his brain and making him feel dizzy.

"Oh fuck!" Claire gasped, as the panties vibrated against her clit, making her hurriedly panic to turn the option off.

"Jesus, "vibrate," I'll remember that for later… don't want to get too distracted now though…" she giggled, checking for further options…

-

Claire yawned, noticing how late it'd gotten.

"Alright, Alex… I'm gonna go ahead and get some sleep. I've got a double at the restaurant tomorrow, so you're gonna get a real workout! Hope this is everything you ever wanted!" she snickered, as she pulled the blanket over herself.

"CLAIRE!" Alex shouted, knowing it was in vain as he felt his stepsister's body continue to press into him. She was right, it was still a tight fit, and his body was struggling to hold her plump butt inside.

"Alarm is set. Goodnight Alex, hope you sleep well!" she yawned once more, settling into bed as she closed her eyes.

Alex whimpered, trying his hardest to ignore the musky scent and taste of Claire's juices slowly seeping into his body, as well as the salty flavor of fresh sweat accumulated in her rear. It was disgusting, and a far cry from the sexy fantasy he once held.

"Why couldn't I have been bought by that latina…" he groaned, thinking back to the beautiful woman who was so close to buying him.

"Can I even sleep like this…" he wondered, hoping that he at least had that mercy…

-

"God… I slept like a baby…" Claire yawned, slowly waking up to the summer sun as she looked around her room and smacked her lips.

She dug a finger into her rear, feeling at the wedgie stuck between her cheeks.

"Ugh, these panties are tight! Why do I even have these…" she grumbled, irritated by the clinging underwear.

"Oh shit, Alex! Sorry dude, I forgot about you!" she giggled, realizing her mistake.

"Did you sleep good?" she asked, before realizing there'd be no response.

"What time is it…" she mumbled as she reached over to her phone.

"Fuck, I'm gonna be late! No time to talk, so just… keep being my underwear I guess!" Claire shouted as she flung out of bed and quickly dug her work uniform out of the dirty laundry.

"Wait!" Alex pleaded, as a sea of black fabric overtook his vision, trapping him in the darkness of Claire's work pants…

-

"Phew… should be on time if I get going now, but goddamn, it's hot out today… and my car has no AC. Sorry Alex, that self-cleaning is gonna be working overtime. I can already feel my ass getting swampy…" Claire sighed as she put her key in the ignition and turned it, activating the engine, then starting to move the car as she began driving.

"God save me…" Alex begged as bucketful's of ass-sweat poured into his effective mouth, mixing with the cocktail of fluids already present from her crotch. He would've vomited a while back by now, but even that pleasure wasn't granted to him.

"I gotta say Alex, initially I thought you were a fucking creepy son of a bitch for getting into this- and don't get me wrong, I still do. But actually wearing you? Holy shit, it's like sitting on a cloud. Who would’ve thought ass-support would be so helpful?” she laughed, speaking to the captive audience as she made her way down the city streets.

“It’s a shame I’m only gonna have you for a week. I’d keep you for as long as you lasted if I wasn’t so nice. I just want you to learn your lesson, as a good older stepsister, then you’ll hopefully never be so weird and do something like this again. I’m sure you understand…” she continued, her micromovements easy to feel for the man adorning her ample rear.

“I DON’T FUCKING UNDERSTAND! CHANGE ME BACK!” Alex yelled, trying to struggle in vain against the immense weight.

“I bet you’re freaking out right now. Just know, any attempt to get back at me for this? I’ll go ahead and show our parents your little suicide-note, and all the evidence of what you did. Think about that before you get any ideas…” Claire warned, picking at her wedgie while she drove.

“Anyway, we’re almost there. Ready to see what it’s like to be my underwear for a double?” she giggled, unable to hear the screaming protests of her panties as she saw the restaurant in sight…

-

“Ugh… I need a break… my feet are on fire…” Claire panted, trying not to let herself shut down after dealing with an especially rude table. She was also trying not to think about the annoying slipping and sliding of her asscheeks as she walked across the restaurant floor.

“Damn my fat ass…” she cursed, making her way towards the counter to grab the orders for one of her other tables.

-

“This is so fucking disgusting…” Alex gagged, feeling his entire body get soaked with the sweat secreting from Claire’s body as she went about her shift. The only saving grace from the whole endeavor was that there was so much sweat he couldn’t taste her pussy anymore.

“Just six more days…” he told himself, hoping for the eventual end of this terrible ordeal…

-

“Hm… ninety-five percent integrity? Not too bad for one shift worth of work…” Claire sighed, taking a second to check Alex’s status as she leaned against a wall out of the way from the kitchen’s hustle and bustle.

"Oh, it even shows me his mental state? Extreme anger? Aw, poor baby…" she snickered, taking a handful of her ass and shaking it up and down to mock her poor stepbrother.

“These things really are still so tight even after making them bigger…” she remarked, trying to adjust them to be more comfortable.

“Claire! Get off your phone - oh shit!” Claire’s manager Phoebe began, before suddenly slipping on a spill on the ground, dropping a stack of plates onto the floor as they shattered into tiny pieces.

“Oh my god, Phoebe, are you okay?!” Claire asked, running over to her manager and avoiding the pieces.

“Y… Yeah… damnit…” Phoebe sighed, looking at the mess all over the floor. She bent down to her knees, and began to carefully pick up the pieces.

“Here, let me help…” Claire offered, beginning to bend down…

-

“Holy shit, her fucking ass is too big… I feel like I’m getting pulled apart…” Alex grunted, each movement from Claire making him stretch to accommodate her wide rear.

He could tell she’d been standing still for a while, and was glad to have the slight relief it offered, if ever slight.

*CRASH*

“What was that?!” Alex shouted as he heard the sound of porcelain breaking apart and panicked shouts.

“Here, let me help…” he heard Claire say, as her body began to shift.

“Oh shit!” Alex groaned as she began to kneel down, making the material really struggle to contain her.

*RIP*

“Wait… what did it say would happen if I took too much damage…” he gasped, hearing and feeling the searing pain of the rip in his material.

*RIPPP*

“CLAIRE! STOP BENDING OVER, YOU’RE TOO FUCKING BIG! STOP!” he pleaded, feeling his stepsister continuing to lean down and stretching him out further.

*RIPPPP*

“CLAIRE!” he screamed, his whole body burning alive as the threads began to separate.

*TEAR*

-

*RIP*

Claire’s eyes opened wide as she heard a loud rip, getting a confused look from her manager.

“Did your clothes just rip?” Phoebe asked, looking at her blushing employee as she stood perfectly still.

Claire’s phone began to frantically buzz, but in that moment, she was more concerned with making sure her butt wasn’t showing to the whole staff. She reached a hand back to feel her pants, and let out a sigh of relief.

“Phew… it wasn’t my jeans… it was just my… oh no…” she gasped, turning white as she covered her mouth and quickly ran off to the bathroom.

“Claire! You’re still on shift!” Phoebe yelled, watching Claire run off out of sight in a hurry…

-

“No, no no no!” Claire panicked, scrambling to her pocket to grab her phone as she ran into a bathroom stall.

"SIGNIFICANT DAMAGE INCURRED, INTEGRITY BELOW FIFTY-PERCENT, USER "ALEX" IS NOW UNABLE TO REVERT TO ORIGINAL CONDITION. FURTHER ALTERATIONS OF OBJECT ARE STILL POSSIBLE. USER "ALEX" IS LEGALLY DEFINED AS DECEASED. PERPETRATOR OF THE DEATH OF USER "ALEX" IS NOT LIABLE TO ANY LEGAL RAMIFICATIONS. ACKNOWLEDGE TO DISMISS." she muttered as she read the message aloud, trying not to break down into tears as she realized the gravity of what she’d done.

“Alex… I’m so fucking sorry… I can’t change you back… you’re stuck like this forever…” she murmured, feeling at the tear splitting down her underwear.

“SAFETY LOCK REMOVED DUE TO PERMANENT TRANSFORMATION. USE FIVE PERCENT OF REMAINING INTEGRITY TO REPAIR DAMAGE? ALSO RECOMMENDED: ENABLE ADAPTIVE SIZING USING AN ADDITIONAL FIVE PERCENT.” the app prompted, causing Claire to raise an eyebrow.

“I mean… I guess I should… this is what you wanted after all… don’t worry Alex… I’ll try and give you the best life as my panties as I can. I’ll wear you, and only you, until you can’t be worn anymore…” she sniffled, pressing the option and feeling her underwear magically sow itself together, as well as grow even further to fit perfectly around her excessive curves.

If only she could hear the regretful sobs of her now eternally transformed stepbrother.

"Guess I'll make this last thirty-nine percent last as long as I can…" she sighed, wiping a single tear out of her eye as she made herself look presentable, then stepped out into the bathroom.

"Sorry Alex…" she muttered, adjusting her pants and stepping out into the restaurant to finish out her shift…

-

"Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck… oh FUCK!" Claire winced, rapidly brushing her fingers against her vibrating panties as she rode out her tenth orgasm of the night. She could feel her fingers slicken with the torrent of her juices pouring out of her slit, getting greedily sucked up by her self-cleaning garment that struggled to keep up with the constant onslaught as it processed squirt after squirt.

"Mmm…" she moaned, trying to stop her legs from kicking and twitching as her clit burned with the numbness of excessive stimulation, her breathing ragged and her arm sore from constant petting of her private parts.

She laid back against her bed, sweaty and tired from spending the past two hours testing out the vibrate function of the panties to its limit.

"What time is it…" she grumbled, fighting the occasional spasm of her body to check her phone.

"Hm… only nine-thirty? I can probably squeeze out a few more before bed. Hope you're doing good down there Alex…" she yawned, not bothering to turn off the vibration as she awaited her body's recovery to attain her next release.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Oh shit… uh, yeah?!" Claire shouted as she threw her covers over herself, hiding the wet spot on the bed as she sealed her lower half in the darkness of the blankets.

"Um, hey Claire…." Claire's mother said with a solemn tone as she walked into the room.

"What's up, mom?" Claire asked, trying to hide the fact that she just came a time for every finger on her hands.

"Your stepbrother, he's not been home in over a week, have you seen him? Your stepdad is getting really worried…" Claire's mother explained, getting a fake look of concern from Claire.

"No, I haven't. I'll let you know if I do though…" Claire responded, trying not to feel guilty for having a direct role in what effectively was the murder of her stepbrother as he currently held her thick rear together.

"Thanks honey." Claire's mother smiled as she ruffled her daughter's hair, before getting up and leaving the room, closing the door shut behind her.

"Phew. I'm a terrible liar, this is gonna be a hard few weeks…" Claire muttered as she got up and began walking towards the door.

"Should've done that in the first place…" she sighed, turning the lock and walking back towards her bed, falling with a crash.

"Alright, ready for number eleven?" she giggled, spreading her legs and snaking a hand between them as she opened up her phone and pulled up her favorite porn website once again.

If she bothered to check the uChange app, she wouldn't have been surprised to see that the active emotion her new panties currently possessed, was absolute dispair…

-

"How long has it been…" Alex grumbled, feeling his crumbled fabric lay on Claire's floor as she'd decided to give him a break while she went to work. It had to have been months by now.

He was beyond tired of tasting her cum and every other part of her body that seeped into his material, having no real sense of time due to his constant covering in dark clothing.

*CREAK*

"God no… Claire's back…" he groaned, feeling the quakes of the giantesses footsteps as she neared his body.

Suddenly, a hand began to lift him up, and held him in front of their face.

"Finally, now I can try you on! Selfish little Claire, keeping such cute panties to herself…" a voice, not Claire's, giggled.

"Oh no…" Alex gasped. It was Claire's mom, his stepmom.

*SNIFF* *SNIFF*

"Oh, and you're clean too! Surprising for Claire…" she laughed as she sniffed at the pink garments.

"She won't mind… or know…" she smirked, submerging Alex in darkness as gripped him tight and began to walk to her room.

For some reason, only now did it truly set in to Alex; he was just a pair of panties, now and forever…