A painfully bright lightbulb swung above him, forcing him to squint without the protection of a lampshade to dull the glare. Hours had passed since the police escorted him into the dark, grimy interrogation room. He was hot, thirsty, uncomfortable, and ready to be done with whatever they wanted. He threw a glare at the black glass he knew was a one-way mirror.

“Mr. Capucilli, do you know why you’re here today?” A bland looking policeman entered the room, holding a steaming cup of coffee.

“No. And I want a lawyer.”

The policeman chuckled, still standing. “You only get a lawyer if you’re under arrest, we just want to ask you a few questions.”

“Well then ask, you’ve wasted enough of my time already.”

“Easy there Mr. Capucilli, we’re just trying to help, can I call you Anthony?”

“My friends call me Tony”

“Well then Tony –”

“You’re not my friend.” Tony smirked at the annoyed expression on the cop’s face.

“Let’s cut the crap. We know about your connection with the Bianchi Family. You’ve been smuggling in illegal goods for them for years.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, they’re Italian, I’m Italian, they trust me to import only the finest cheeses from mother Italy. I bet you’ve never had fresh Mozarella or the true, sharp, nutty taste of a beautiful wheel of Parmigiano.” Tony accented the cheeses, kissing his hand and making a mama mia hand gesture.

The officer slammed his palms on the table. “Cut the crap Capucilli, your supplier turned on you. We have word from the Italian police that a shipment of drugs is coming in tonight, hidden in the cheese wheels. You’re screwed and you knew it the second you walked in here.”

“I told you I want a lawyer –”

“And I told you, you don’t get a damn lawyer unless you’re under arrest! And if you’d fucking listen you can walk out of here instead of walking to prison, capiche? Understand that Mr. Olive Garden?” 

“If I’m going to let you tear apart my precious cheeses based on the tip you got from some unreliable supplier, what are you proposing in return?”

“That’s more like it. Your supplier only named you. Not the Bianchis. The way it stands now they come out of this scott-free and you’re not getting out of prison until you’re on your deathbed.”

“So you want me to give you dirt on the Bianchis? I’d rather die after prison than after the trial thank you. I think we’re done here.” Tony rose out of the uncomfortable chair and the officer mirrored his movements.

“Witness protection.”

Tony laughed derisively, “you’re kidding right? Everyone who squeals on the Bianchis ends up dead in less than 3 months, witness protection or not.”

“There’s been breakthroughs, I’m not authorized to talk about it until you agree but trust me, there’s no way the Bianchis could ever find you.”

Tony paused, considering both unsavory options in front of him. For years, he had taken money under the table from the Bianchi in return for looking the other way regarding various imports. He ran his own import/export business and managed to procure various difficult to acquire, illegal items necessary for a crime family’s operation. As a result, Tony was deep in the Bianchi payroll. The past years had been a glorious whirlwind of travel, decadence, women, drugs, and power. But now, it had all come crashing down apparently. He wasn’t even middle-aged yet, he didn’t deserve to rot in prison, or worse, just because he was an accessory to the real crimes.

“I’ll tell you what,” Tony said, “give me a day. I’ll hold the shipment. Tell the Bianchis it got wrapped up in customs. Let me consider your offer. I know how big a Bianchi bust is for the city.”

“Let me check with my superior.” The officer turned and exited the room, leaving Tony alone once again. Sighing, he sat down in the hard, wooden chair and prepared to wait for another long period.

Only a few minutes passed before the bland officer came back in the room. “Deal.” He said, “but you are forbidden from contacting the Bianchi family in any way or we move in and you’re screwed.” He stuck out a hand.

“Okay. Deal.” Tony agreed, shaking the man’s hand.

“One more thing, you’re going to under constant surveillance once you leave the station. I know you’re not going to be stupid enough to try anything but don’t try anything.” The officer’s tone had become slightly menacing.

“Whoa cool your jets officer, relax, I’m as cool as a chilled Prosecco on the balcony of a villa in the hills of Southern Italy. You ever been there officer? Magical place. Generations of history there.”

“I’m Irish.”

“Maybe try a frozen potato in your whiskey then, immerse yourself in your culture, it really soothes the soul.”

“Just get the fuck out.” Half-guiding, half-pushing, the officer led Tony out of the room and back through the station. Tony exited into the bright sunlight, savoring the warmth on his face as he braced himself for a difficult conversation.

Hours Later

Tony found himself in a similarly cramped room but that was where the similarities with the interrogation room ended. The carpet was plush and thick, the walls lined with expensive art and finely aged liquors. A dim led right illuminated the haze of fine cigar smoke that lingered in the windowless atmosphere. Tony sat in an ornate, cushioned chair, probably worth more than he would make in a year. An untouched goblet of cognac sat on the redwood table in front of him. The dark figure across from him leaned forward and he snapped to sit up straight. He caught a glimpse of a heavily lined face, crisscrossed with scars and covered in a closely trimmed beard of thick, dark hair. Alessandro Bianchi tapped his cigar on the ivory ashtray before sitting back once again, fading into the shadows.

“So.” His voice was dark and heavy, rough but powerful. The voice of a man who could command an army with just one word. A slight rasp hid behind the powerful bass, a symptom of years of smoking. “I’m told you requested an urgent meeting. Please, Mr. Capucilli, explain.”

Tony gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. He had never directly dealt with Alessandro Bianchi, the patriarch and head of the largest crime family on the Eastern seaboard. “W-well, Mr. Bianchi I –”

“Please, call me Alessandro. You have done my family a great number of services, do you not think we are friends?”

“Of course… Alessandro… Please call me Tony.” Just saying the name felt powerful, Tony marveled at the reputation of the man sitting in front of him.

“Tell me what is so urgent Tony, I trust you wouldn’t purposefully waste my time so please, inform me.” Another puff of cigar smoke added to the room’s atmosphere.

“The police know about the shipments, in the cheese I mean. Someone in Italy gave up the operation and pinned it all on me. The police grabbed me and tried to get me to give you up because the rat pinned the whole thing on me. They said I’d go to prison, for decades maybe. I told them I needed a day to think about it but didn’t trust them so I came to see you and … now.” Tony finished lamely, realizing he was babbling. “They also said I’d be under constant surveillance so I don’t know how long we have.” He added.

A long silence filled the room. Tony inhaled, ready to break it, but Alessandro’s voice silenced him. “First, don’t worry about us, when so many people owe you favors… Trust me we’ll have all the time we need.” He paused. “Now for matters at hand. Thank you for coming to me, from all the Bianchi family, loyalty will always be rewarded. But loyalty won’t help you in prison don’t think I’m not sympathetic.”

“Thank you for understanding.” Tony was visibly relieved, maybe someone else could dig him out of this hole.

“We have people in Italy, whoever gave up the operation won’t last long.” Alessandro was talking to himself more than Tony now, thinking out loud. “We’ll need to establish another means of getting goods into the states as well… That will take time. As for you, I have several low-level informants among the police, they could work some magic. Next thing you know the goods are gone, just another embarrassing false tip acted on by the bumbling police. You’ll lose your job but you’ve done well. I’m sure we could find you a place in our organization that suits your skills.”

The words were magic to Tony’s ears. Sure, he would be leaving the morally gray area he existed in right now but a little crime was nothing compared to ending up dead or locked up. “That would amazing, thank you so much Mr. Bi-, uh, Alessandro.”

“Think nothing of it. Let it remind you that good work will always be rewarded. And, thought it pains me to say it, how fast your life could be stripped away were you to make foolish decisions. But you don’t strike me as a foolish man.”

“N-no sir.”

“Good. I have business to attend to, Stefano will show you out. Please, take the bottle” he gestured toward the gem-lined bottle of cognac sitting mostly full on the table, “my gift to you.”

Fumbling slightly, Tony allowed himself to be blindfolded and led out of the meeting place by a silent mountain of a man. He was ushered into a car and, when he was finally allowed to remove the blindfold, found himself at the entrance to his townhouse. Confident that matters had been taken care of, Tony settled on his large, black-leather couch. Armed with a fancy glass and the bottle of cognac, he turned on the television and proceeded to drink until he fell asleep.

The Next Day

“….Massacre….Scene unfolding….Details emerging concerning the late night showdown between officers…” Scattered words interrupted the pounding in Tony’s head as he came to, very hungover. He fell asleep last night without turning the television off. He rolled over, rubbing his eyes and licking his lips, trying to soothe his dry mouth.

“I’m here reporting from the scene of the horrifying shootout that occurred late last night at Oceanside Warehouse and Storage, a facility used by many businesses to store both incoming and outgoing goods. According to our sources, a team of officers responding to an unrelated call found the police that were supposed to be patrolling the area tampering with goods marked for further inspection by customs. When confronted, the corrupt officers attempted a gangland-style ‘hit’ on the investigating officers. Thankfully, one of their guns jammed and one officer was able to escape and call for backup. After hours of shots fired, the two criminal officers were taken into custody and are currently awaiting trial.”

“Thank you, Lauren, what a horrible event. Let’s just be thankful that the fallen officer’s sacrifice wasn’t in vain and two corrupt cops are off the streets for good. We’ll update you further as the situation develops. Turning to the economy…”

Tony stared, headache forgotten, at the screen, unable to comprehend what was unfolding in front of him.

“Breaking news! The police just released a statement announcing that the corrupt officers were trying to remove drugs, how much or what kind of drugs currently unknown, from a shipment of luxury cheese wheels. The shipment was imported by Capucilli Luxury Imports Inc. but whether the company was aware of the illegal drugs is still unknown. Back to you Jack.”

As if on cue, Tony’s cell phone rang. “Take the offer.” It was the officer from yesterday. Tony stared at the reporters onscreen, not hearing their words, just watching the helicopter footage of the warehouse he knew intimately being sectioned off by teams of uniformed officers. It was clear that whatever Alessandro attempted had failed.

“Tony! This is your last chance.”

“Okay.” He said it, but didn’t feel himself saying it. Like he was watching himself in third person.

“Officers are en route, don’t open the door to anyone unless they have a badge. You hear me?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Don’t bring anything.” The officer hung up.

Tony simply stood in the middle of his living room, too shocked to turn off the television or even grab a drink of water. He heard a knock on his door. “Mr. Capucilli? It’s the police, we’re here to take you to the station.” Tony answered the door and soon he was shuttled into an unmarked car on the way to the station.

“Good morning Tony.” The same officer greeted him, failing to hide a self-righteous smirk.

“Morning officer…” Tony trailed off, fishing for a name.

“Blaine. Austin Blaine. And after today you’ll probably be calling me Detective Blaine, well, not you, you’ll be long gone from this city.”

“Let’s just get this over with, I’m sure you have your genetic predisposition for alcoholism to overcome.” Blaine’s cocky attitude cut through Tony’s haze, bringing back his dislike of the man. He didn’t respond, instead roughly grabbing Tony’s arm and marching him back to the same interrogation room as the day before.

Tony spent the next several hours spilling every piece of information he had against the Bianchi family. Blood money, money laundering, drug trafficking, sex trafficking (Tony had explicitly told them after the first time he didn’t want to be involved with any more of that, even he had standards), arms trafficking, tax fraud, and countless other damning crimes. He had always been wise to the game, keeping each indiscretion he noticed in a mental list in case an emergency like this ever came along. Now it was going to pay off.

“Well thank you Tony, with all that you won’t even need to testify, it’s an open and shut case.” Officer Blaine stood up and stretched, putting away his notepad.

“Wait what? I thought you always need more testimony.”

“Look, I appreciate the situation you’re in. I don’t like you but I swore an oath to protect you. Your evidence is going to put away the biggest crime boss in decades and that’s going to put a target on your back so the sooner you get in witness protection the better. Follow me.”

“To where?”

“Witness protection.”

Tony still had no idea what was going on. They hadn’t given him clothes let alone a new identity, maybe this was some kind of pre-processing? They stepped into the elevator but Officer Blaine didn’t push any buttons, instead reaching for his belt and pulling out a matte-black keycard. He pressed a series of buttons in quick succession and, instead of the elevator traveling to the floors indicated, a small panel slid open. It had been seamlessly integrated into the steel of the elevator so well Tony would have never noticed it was there. A red light blinked out at them. Blaine flashed his keycard and the light turned a deep blue.

Tony stumbled as the elevator jerked into motion. They weren’t traveling up or down, but backwards, seemingly into the walls of the police station.

“What the hell?”

“I told you, major advancements have been made in witness protection. We’ve had 100% success using these new techniques.”

“New techniques?”

“Now that you’re authorized…” Blaine cleared his throat. “Traditional witness protection relied solely on placing you in a different place with a different identity. We’ve developed a technology not only to send you to a different place with a different identity, but to an endless number of randomly changing places with an endless number of endlessly changing identities to suit your environment.”

“I don’t understand, you’re saying you have a fucking teleporter?” Tony was sure this was an elaborate setup leading to his death.

“So much more than that mio amico.” Blaine was enjoying this too much, whatever was going to happen, Tony wasn’t going to enjoy it.

They entered a room lit by the glow of a dozen computer screens, a large machine stood on the far end separated from them by a thick glass wall. A sole figure swiveled between each of the screens, making imperceptible adjustments to the complicated series of letters and numbers displayed.

“Officer Hawthorne, how you doin?” said Blaine.

“Austin, good morning, I’m doing fine thank you. Who do we have today?” as she turned around, Tony realized this Officer Hawthorne was a striking individual. Young, probably early twenties, she cut a slim figure, outlined by a form fitting police t-shirt and hip-hugging jeans. She had tanned skin, nearly gold in the light of the computers. Her sharp eyes, light blue, looked Tony up and down. He couldn’t help notice her sharp cheekbones and pouting lips, as well as her massive breasts barely hidden underneath her shirt. She was the kind of girl he would’ve spent thousands trying to impress at a club in a different lifetime. Hell, even two days ago.

“uh, Tony, hi, how are you?”

“Fuck off Capucilli, if she was interested she’d have 12 clones of you, each better than the original, waiting on her hand and foot. Stick to fucking your cheese.” Blaine wasn’t wasting time with small talk.

“Tell you what, you get a potato and I’ll bring some cheese, we can have an au gratin orgy.” He looked at Hawthorne who was trying hard to hold back a smile.

“I’d agree to that if either of us were ever going to see you again, well, knowingly.” Blaine had a cruel edge in his voice.

“What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“Austin, you didn’t tell him what’s going to happen to him? This is the most extreme form of witness protection. Jesus, Tony, do you have any family?” Hawthorne cut in, the concern in her voice juxtaposed by the professional look on her face.

“Well, uh, no, actually.”

“Probably killed them all for a nice payoff, like a good little tool for the Biachis.”

“Trust me if I was killing anyone, you’d be first on the list pal, wouldn’t even charge.”

“Shut it! Both of you!” Once again her voice stopped them mid-argument. “Austin, take a walk. Come back as a professional.”

Muttering, Blaine threw Tony one last dirty look before walking out of the room.

“Now, Tony, you’re not going to like what you hear but save your questions until the end okay?” Tony nodded affirmative. “This is a secret technology I developed to allow people facing the most extreme threats to live out the rest of their natural lives in relative comfort. This machine will transform you into something no one would recognize and place you in a location no one would think to look.”

“SomeTHING?”

“Save your questions. Your brain will be analyzed by the machine to find your likes and dislikes and place you somewhere accordingly. You may take the form of an object, another person, or something else undetectable. Likewise, you will appear in a location tailored to appeal to you. This will occur once a month, every month, for the rest of your natural life. As an object or whatever else, you will take on its characteristics like not being able to talk or move. However, you will still be fully sentient and if you, uh, break you’ll simply be moved to another form. I realize this sounds extreme but when compared to prison or torture or death we find that the few prior cases we have had took this option. Once a year you will be allowed to check in with a covert officer in a secure location to make sure you are satisfied with the program. Okay, now, questions?”

“SomeTHING??!?”

 “Torture, prison, death. Plus, a life leading up to torture/death in a trailer in rural Missouri if you choose traditional witness protection. Those are your alternatives. I’ll say this, our first participant checked in a few days ago and he has been enjoying his time in the program immensely.”

“Fucking hell, this is nuts.”

“My advice, don’t think about it too hard.” Blaine had re-entered the room. “I think you’re a scumbag and a dick… and a coward… and a smart-ass… but you’re not the worst person I’ve seen. This is your best option.”

“Real encouraging.”

“Listen to him, Tony, I read up on your file. You’re not going to make it far with the Bianchis after you.”

“Fine! I can opt-out after a year, right?” Tony nearly yelled, frustrated. He subtly wiped a tear away from the corner of his eye.

“That’s the deal.” Hawthorne touched his arm lightly, guiding him toward the machine behind the glass wall. A panel slid away, allowing them access. She positioned him on a slightly elevated pad with bundles of wires feeding out of it into bulky, beeping modules along the edge of the room. “Okay, powering on now.” Hawthorne’s voice fed into the room via a hidden intercom.

The machines surrounding Tony whirred into life, rainbows of multicolored buttons and panels lit up around him and a high-pitched whine filled the room. He felt a slight breeze but couldn’t identify its location. A bright white light burst from the pad beneath him, blinding him to his surroundings. He looked down briefly, shielding his eyes, and saw hair-thin wires seemingly made from intangible material creeping their way around his body. He couldn’t feel them but his panic-mode brain screamed at him to run.

“Make sure to stay completely still, this is the most important part. Good luck Tony.” Hawthorne’s voice again, fainter. Or maybe the machine was just louder.

The wire-like tendrils, or tendril-like wires, Tony still wasn’t sure, crept up his body until he looked down and saw nothing but a black, smoky, cloud of flashing electricity where his body had been. The wires smoothly rose higher until they obscured his vision. It was like falling asleep, he wasn’t actually sure when he lost consciousness.

Back in the outer room, Blaine and Hawthorne watched the machine cool down and the smoke fade. Tony was nowhere to be seen. “I still don’t understand why you reward these criminals.” Blaine said to her.

“The man just brought down the largest crime syndicate in decades, if not the century, and made your career. You don’t think he deserves something?”

“He wouldn’t have done it if he had a choice, you know that.”

“Well maybe think about it like this then, he’ll be stuck living out his fantasies, rarely able to speak let alone move. Forever reaching for the fruit that’s just out of reach, always rolling that boulder up the hill, but never getting there.”

“I thought you were an engineer not a Greek mythology expert.”

“Classics minor actually.”

“Huh, learn something new everyday. I gotta go pick up my daughter, she’s coming back for summer break today – you mind finishing up the paperwork?”

“Sure Austin, tell Erika hi for me. She’s at Stanford, right?”

“Yeah.” Blaine couldn’t keep the pride out of his voice.

“That’s a good school, her mom must be a smart woman.”

“Hey, what if I told you she gets her smarts from me?”

“Then she’d be a potato farmer.”

“Don’t you fucking start too –”

“Get outta here, go pick up your daughter.” Hawthorne pushed Blaine toward the door.

Elsewhere

Groggy and unfocused, the world gradually took form as Tony opened his eyes. Or, rather, as he gained consciousness. To his horror, he realized he couldn’t blink, move, speak, or do anything. He was lying paralyzed in a stranger’s room, staring up at the strangely tall off-white ceiling.

A high-pitched, feminine voice shocked him and he would’ve jumped had he been able to. “I’m getting ready for dinner now! Relax, the restaurant is going to still be there when we get there!” It was the voice of a teenager, or a young woman. Tony tried to whirl his head to locate her but instead the world shifted, sliding sideways and blurring like he was on a rollercoaster. He was now looking at a wall of black fabric. No information here either.

Bam! A heavy impact and earthquake-like shock ran through him, startling him again. He wanted to scream, Tony had never felt so powerless. He tried to look to the side and again his world shifted like he was on the verge of blackout drunk. Except now he was looking at a massive pillar of cream-colored skin. As his vision focused, he noticed the foot attached to it, laying exactly at eye level. Her nails were painted a sky-blue color, complimenting the flawless pale skin of the foot. Shifting again, he was getting better at controlling his vision, he looked up. The massive, smooth leg rose high into the air, defined by soft, muscular thighs and a perfectly shaved, waxed maybe, pink pussy. Confused and aroused, Tony tried to shift his body but couldn’t. He couldn’t do anything to relieve himself except get increasingly horny, staring at the wonderful, giant, body of the woman standing above him.

His view was blocked by her knees as she bent down. He could feel the gigantic pads of her fingers gripping him but was disoriented as she easily manipulated his body. Once she was satisfied, she lifted one giant leg into the air. Tony could see the miniscule bits of lint and dust attached to the smooth, light-pink arch of her foot. The faint smell of watermelon body-wash hit Tony’s nose somehow. She must have just taken a shower. Her toes, slender and thin, wiggled imperceptibly as her foot grew closer to his face. He closed his eyes, anticipating the pain of being crushed but nothing happened. Instead, he felt an odd pressure, like a reverse hug, coursing through his body.

Realization set in, Officer Hawthorne had said he might transform into “something.” Nervously, Tony shifted his attention again. This time he was looking at a full-body mirror resting on the floor of this girl’s room. His eye level was at her waist, staring directly at the slight bulge of her pubic area covered by a pair of tight black panties. He rocked gently left and right as she gyrated slightly in front of the mirror, admiring her fit body. The last nail in the coffin, so to speak, came as he saw her reflection in the mirror slowly run her hands down her perky, B-cup breasts with small erect nipples, to the athletic curves of her waist that highlighted her flat stomach, and finally down her thighs, obscuring Tony’s vision of her through the fingers of her hands. Suddenly, her reflection slapped her ass. Tony felt the impact behind him, not painful, like someone forcefully pushed him, and felt the gentle ripple of skin and fat beneath him. She must have some kind of fat ass, he guessed.

He couldn’t ignore his situation anymore. He had become the panties of this woman and she was currently wearing him. Tony couldn’t process this new situation, instead focusing on how hot this girl was. She must be 18 or 19, he figured, although he couldn’t see her face in the mirror. And judging by her perfect body she must be quite active. She was definitely Tony’s kind of girl.

His enjoyment was cut short as she squeezed into a skintight pair of jeans. The world was imperceptible through the dense blue fabric, but at least some light trickled in. Tony shifted his vision, looking for some vantage point, but the best he could do was find a small hole in the crotch of the jeans that provided him with a glimpse of the beige carpet.

“Erika you had better be ready up there!” What the fuck? Tony knew that voice.

“Daaaaaad! Give me a break I just got back from school! I’m almost done!” Her voice sounded like a bullhorn to Tony. Dad? This girl was Officer Blaine’s daughter? What were the odds?

“Erika, listen to your father! He made this reservation months ago!”

“Okay okay mom, I’m coming!” Her legs, swaddled by his body, pumped up and down, back and forth, taking him on a ride as she skipped down the stairs. Tony could feel his body gently warming up as he pressed against her skin. He could also feel himself slightly riding up between her ass cheeks as he settled onto her body.

This was going to be an interesting week.

You know the worst part of being a hot girl’s panties? Tony thought to himself. Getting waterboarded. It was laundry day in the Blaine household and day 2 of Tony’s new life as Erika Blaine’s panties. Yesterday had been a wild ride. After a long dinner of Austin and her mom (Tony still didn’t know her name, they both referred to her as ‘mom’) interrogating her about school (this was her freshman year at Stanford, she thinks she wants to study Psychology, yes she’s making friends in her new dorm, no she’s not homesick, and yes she got their care packages), they had returned home and Erika had barricaded herself in her room. The pants came off and Tony could breathe again. And, like, this girl was hot. Were she not likely to be top of her class she could easily have been a porn-star. Erika was draped across her bed, laying on her stomach, messaging her college friends on her computer. When she stretched, Tony shifted his view to her ass and caught a glimpse of the landscape that was her gloriously toned back. Flawless skin traced the faint outlines of muscles as she moved, arching her back and letting out a relieved sigh. She had those dimples right above her ass that normally Tony wouldn’t keep his hands off of, like little grooves to put your thumbs while you’re grabbing fistfuls of ass.

But, Tony thought regretfully, that life was behind him. No longer was he a carefree man flashing cash at the clubs, now he was a piece of clothing to be tossed aside once Erika was done with him. It wasn’t all bad, the front of her body was softly grinding him between her and her bed as she shifted imperceptibly. It was like heaven, his whole body sliding against her warm thighs and waist, the scent of skin and fresh laundry drifted intoxicatingly across whatever piece of fabric counted as his nose.

That was yesterday. Eventually, Erika decided to get ready for bed, slipping her legs out of him and tossing him in her laundry hamper. There, the smell was different. Perfume and stale sweat met him, not necessarily worse than before, but nothing like being pressed against her body. He already felt a little empty without her soft thighs filling him.

Being panties, Tony had no mouth, no lungs, no need to breathe. But as the first jet of water hit his face and the basin of the washing machine filled up, he was in agony. A mix of shirts, bras, panties, and pants swirled around him as his body cried out for air. To make matters worse, blinding suds filled his vision as the rough jostling of the machine started. 40 minutes of torture that felt like hours. Not a second passed where his body didn’t fight against death pointlessly. As the tub drained, he couldn’t gasp, but Tony felt as though the hand of God had pulled him out of the water. He felt Erika’s hands roughly handle his small, silky form, tossing him haphazardly on top of a soggy pile of clothes. A matching black bra landed on top of him. If going through the washing machine was equivalent to being waterboarded, the dryer was being locked in an industrial furnace. The dry heat baked the water out of the cotton panties, but to Tony it felt like his skin was being burned to a crisp. Were he a human, Erika would have found a sobbing, terrified man curled up in the dryer when she came to empty it. As it was, she picked up her favorite pair of black panties, checked for discoloration, and, satisfied, placed them in a basket of laundry ready to be folded.

She didn’t bring the laundry up to her room, however, leaving Tony in the basket to go take care of some other task. He heard footsteps approach, they were too heavy to belong to a teenage girl. “Oh! Erika forgot her laundry, I’ll just bring it up to her room.” It was Erika’s mother. Tony had yet to actually see her, first being trapped by Erika’s jeans and now being buried under warm laundry, but her voice sounded soft and caring.

More heavy footsteps, “leave it Diane, she’s an adult now, she doesn’t need you babying her anymore.” Austin Blaine had entered the room. And the mom’s name is Diane. Good to know.

“Don’t be silly dear, when she’s at home I’m her mother and I’m going to take her laundry upstairs.” Tony felt a slight acceleration as she lifted the basket.

“Well you’re going to have to get past me.” Tony would have gagged if he was able, little could be worse than hearing an insufferable cop getting it on with his wife. The two exchanged a long kiss before they separated with an audible pop.

Diane giggled, “you’ve been so wild since you solved that big case… Detective.”

More sounds of heavy kissing. “Well taking that tip was the best move I could’ve made. If I hadn’t sent those officers down to the docks the Bianchis would have gotten away with everything.”

Diane shushed him, “Ssh! I don’t want you talking about work in here, I know you’re doing a good job and I’m proud of you but I get so anxious hearing about these criminals.”

“Anything for you.” Tony tried to block out the sounds of the two getting intimate by concentrating on this new information. Blaine set me up? To get to Alessandro? But the flow of information had stopped for now. Tony vowed to pay attention to Austin Blaine whenever he was around. Eventually, the laundry basket was brought up to Erika’s room and placed on her bed. Then, hours of waiting followed.  

If going through the washing and drying cycle was hell, waiting in Erika’s panty drawer was purgatory. In the pitch blackness he could hear her coming and going, bringing friends up to her room and talking about their lives, the usual teen girl stuff. The most interesting thing he learned was that she was secretly dating a boy she knew her parents wouldn’t approve of. One of those “liberal, environment loving, empty-headed, hipster types” as her dad would say. She and her friend laughed for minutes after she said that. By Tony’s estimate, it was the last day of his week as her panties when she finally picked him out from the drawer. His time in the drawer made him feel weak, powerless. And he was, he had to admit it, he was just a piece of clothing not even worth a second thought to this everyday girl turned giantess.

“You’re really wearing those out tonight? I thought you said you had a boyfriend.” This was Erika’s friend Rebecca.

“Shut up, I like these ones, and I’m allowed to feel sexy when I go out.” Erika was holding him at arm’s length in front of her. Once Tony readjusted to the light of the room, he saw the ultimate tease of a scene laid out before him, literally. Erika was standing bare-chested, breasts directly at eye level. Definitely B-cups though Tony. But damn girl, perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect body, what don’t you have? Her tits were perfectly symmetrical globes of pale flesh, outlined against the rest of her toned body by bikini tanlines. Her nipples stood erect, pink, with tiny areolas encircling the tempting points. Glass cutters is how Tony described them in his head. When he shifted his gaze to the ass section of the panties, he was treated a glorious sight of Rebecca sprawled out on Erika’s bed. Rebecca was petite and thick, not fat, just a little thick. A lacy blood-red bra barely held a pair of D-cup breasts from exploding out and Tony noticed a small freckle on her smooth belly that extended just past the elastic of her panties. A wreath of brown hair with slight blonde highlights outlined her face, making her also blood-red lipstick pop. She was definitely a bombshell but Tony deferred to Erika. You don’t spend that much time between someone’s ass cheeks without gaining an appreciation for their body.

Rebecca laughed, “whatever bitch, I know I’m gonna feel sexy tonight. No strings, no consequences, just me and a hot city guy of my choosing.”

Erika laughed too, throwing Tony at Rebecca. He landed right in the middle of her massive cleavage. The soft mounds on either side of him jiggled slightly as he landed, and he immediately felt the warmth of her body heat against his cotton fabric skin. “You don’t get it Becca, I can have fun and not hookup tonight.”

“Yeah it’s called being a cocktease. C’mon take your granny panties back.” Tony was thrown back to Erika.

Granny panties?! Tony was offended, he was definitely Victoria Secret photoshoot tier at the lowest. Erika let out a melodramatic gasp, “how could you? You know these are my favorite pair. I’m not sure I want your foul presence accompanying me to this evening’s extravaganza.”

“Biiiitch it’s a house party and you know you look hot in those I’m just playing. Hurry up and get dressed I want to go to Carly’s to pregame.”

Tony felt weirdly whole as Erika once again slid her legs into him, pulling him tight against her ample ass and lovely pussy. She slipped on a skimpy black dress to match her bra and panties. Tony enjoyed the sensation of her smooth thighs rubbing against him freely as she walked. He watched the ground pass underneath as Erika and Rebecca headed out into the night, the chilly night air felt refreshing against Erika’s warmth. Tony felt good for the first time all week. He felt safe, snug, and secure trapped against Erika’s body. For the first time, he felt he made the right decision. He had no autonomy but this was so much better than any trailer in rural Missouri.

After about 20 minutes, the thump of bass and the low roar of voices became distinctly audible. Tony heard someone greet both girls and a door opened. The music grew exponentially louder and the clamor of voices nearly deafened Tony. He felt the humidity of dozens of bodies sharing a small space. He couldn’t make out what was being said above him but suddenly Erika’s legs started to move inside him wildly. She was dancing, gyrating her hips and pumping up and down excitedly. Below her dress, Tony was barraged by a mass of soft, warm skin pressing against his soft cotton body. Her tanned body quickly grew sweaty and Tony began to get uncomfortable. Something pressed against his back, a lump pressing against her bubble butt. The sheer material of her dress did little to shield Tony from what he realized was some random dude grinding on Erika. He had only spent a week as her panties but he felt oddly protective, she had a boyfriend, that creep should back off! But she didn’t break body contact, choosing to press against the pressure of the strange man, leaning back into him and slowly moving her hips back and forth. Tony felt the guy stiffen against him. The music died and the song ended but they kept grinding, Tony felt a strange, rough pair of hands exploring her body, rubbing against him through her dress. Suddenly there was a sharp impact, shaking him against the muscular fat of her ass.

“What the fuck?” She whirled around, clearly pissed.

“Chill out babe, you have a great ass I just wanted a little sample.”

“You keep your fucking hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise you goddamn creep!” She was incensed. The room quieted as people turned to listen to them.

“You need to calm down! Nothing happened, we were just dancing!”

“Yeah we were dancing! Then you fucking slapped my ass you piece of shit, don’t you have any respect for yourself?” Tony couldn’t help but enjoy Erika’s anger. Her leg muscles clenching were causing her ass to tighten around his body.

“Whatever, stuck up bitch.” The guy muttered, walking away. Tony felt Erika’s leg shoot out, then a thud as a large body hit the floor. An audible “ooooh” rose from the crowd. “What the fuck was that?!” The guy was angry now too.

Erika lowered her voice, “before you assault the daughter of a cop, think about how badly you want to ruin your life because you couldn’t tell the difference between a person and an object in that little runt brain of yours.”

Tony caught the words, “whatever… bitch… lame…” as the guy slunk away.

Another body pressed against Erika’s but this one was shorter, softer. “Erika! You were badass!” It was Rebecca, squealing, hugging her from behind. “Now forget about him! Let’s get wasted!” The two girls cheered and the party resumed. Erika didn’t notice because the lights were dim, but something was making its way up her calf. A razor-thin tendril of smoky wire was reaching toward John. Then another. And another. Her legs were coated in crisscrossing smoky-steel colored fibers that apparently only Tony could see. Oh shit, it’s been a week Tony realized. Mixed emotions flashed through his head. Most of the time spent with Erika was tedious and mind-numbing, but when she was wearing him… He had never felt more connected to another person. Leaving her would be bittersweet. Did I learn something from this?He wondered. Soon, his vision was obscured by the wires and he slipped peacefully into unconsciousness.

Where am I now? What am I now? Tony woke up again in darkness. He was definitely moving, or at least the world around him was. Once again, he couldn’t move or speak. He could shift where he was looking like when he was Erika’s panties but couldn’t discern anything in the pitch-black container he was trapped in. He was jostled against something hard as he was thrown into the air by a bump. I must be in a car.

“Mom can you turn on the radio?” Tony heard a girl’s voice from outside whatever he was trapped in. She sounded younger than Erika, the slight whine in her voice hinting at maybe 12 to 13 years old.

“Mom can you turn on the radio.” A younger voice repeated what she said mockingly. This must be her brother, definitely less than 10 years old. Both kids had strong southern accents. Tony realized just how far from home he was. He could travel the entire United States in the time it took to fall asleep and no one would even notice him.

“Shut up Johnny!”

“Mom! Lily-Anne told me to shut up!”

“Quiet down both of you, I don’t wanna hear another peep outta y’all until we get back home y’hear me now? Here’s the got-damn radio.” A woman’s voice sounded from Tom’s left side. It was hoarse and raspy, definitely their mom. She was probably a chain smoker… hopefully just cigarettes if she’s driving her kids around. Tony heard a click and the radio sprung to life.

“This is KMLJ Missouri. Bringing you only the hottest country hits West of the Mississippi. We’ve been providing the town of Log Jam only the smoothest country crooners since 1999 and still going strong. Up next, ‘A Tractor Can’t Say No’ by the Flannel Brothers.”

A bud light. A cold night. Suddenly, the feeling’s right.

You’re so warm. So clean. A hot little sex machine.

We move close. We go low. So thankful a tractor can’t say no (yeehaw).

The twanging guitars and harmonizing voices of the two singers were almost more painful than being trapped in the washing machine. Tony wished Officer Blaine or Hawthorne were here so he could give them a piece of his mind. He agreed to take part in this program to avoid being trapped in rural Missouri. Then the chorus came in and brought a fresh new hell.

Oh-Oh-Ohhhh a tractor can’t say no.

In a field, no one has to know.

Because (oh-oh-ohh) a tractor can’t say no.

Better than any woman, yer engine’s runnin’ and I just keep comin’

Because (oh-oh-ohh) a tractor can’t say no.

“Moooom! I want my lollipop.”

“Lily-Anne, what did I tell you? I want your lips zipped. Besides, that big city doctor said you should be cuttin’ down on your sugar. Here, have one of these instead.” Light filtered into Tony’s world and he realized he was trapped in some sort of black leather purse. He saw lipstick, a wallet, some loose change, a tampon or two, nothing unusual for a woman’s purse. If only they weren’t larger than him and, you know, he wasn’t small enough to be trapped in the purse, this would be completely normal. A calloused hand with rough lines and chipped neon blue nails reached into the purse, fumbling around, picking up the scattered debris, looking for something. Finally, the weathered palm wrapped itself around Tony, completely engulfing his being and trapping him in the warm, fleshy, cigarette-smelling prison of her fist.

Toy felt himself go into freefall, before landing on a much softer surface. Chubbier, softer fingers wrapped around him. These fingers were smaller, wider, and fleshier than the bony woman who had picked him up. He guessed this was Lily-Anne. The massive round, somewhat dirty face of a preteen girl eclipsed his vision. Tony saw chubby, freckled cheeks and a slightly turned-up nose. Stray strawberry-blonde hairs fell across her dark brown eyes. Most prominent, however, was her dazzlingly white smile shining down from right above him. Blue and green braces lined her slightly crooked teeth. The wires were still shining, she must have just gotten her teeth cleaned.

Like magic, her teeth disappeared, replaced by her pink lips forming a frown. “Ugh! Low sugar? Mom these are gross!” Her high-pitched voice was like a foghorn. Tony got a front-row seat as her lips contorted as she talked. He caught a glimpse of her massive tongue flicking around the inside of her mouth and several tiny specks of saliva flew from her mouth and landed on whatever counted as his face. He assumed he was some sort of “healthy” lollipop for unhealthy kids. Pretty sure I won’t make it through the week thought Tony.

“Shut your trap Lily-Anne they’re the same and they’re healthy. Now eat that or you don’t get nothin.”

“Maybe if you didn’t eat so many burgers you wouldn’t be so fat.”

“Shut! Up! Johnny!”

“What the hell did I say? Not a peep out of either of you until we’re home or y’all are grounded!”

The kids grumbled but quieted down. The hand holding Tony slowly began to edge toward the girl, Lily-Anne’s, mouth. No way this is worse than the washer/dryer combo hoped Tony as her solid white teeth grew ever closer. Tony saw strands of saliva hanging from the blue and green squares of the braces that lined her teeth and, as she opened her mouth, the red cavern leading to the black hole that was her throat. The massive, soft red muscle of her tongue occupied most of her mouth. Tony was small enough he could see the little indents of the taste buds the lined it, just waiting to devour him. Cascading waterfalls of saliva swirled around her mouth, coating the inside of her cheeks and forming a pool underneath her tongue. Her hot breath gusted over Tony, smelling strongly of what Tony would describe as industrial mint. Yup, definitely fresh from the dentist.

Tony felt like some sort of strange voyeur into these peoples’ lives. He was about to enter the mouth of a girl he never met, likely never would have even knew she existed. Now, she only saw him as crappy candy. She didn’t even want to eat him she just wanted something sweet. At least when he was Erika’s panties he was her favorite pair. He wondered how long he would keep his human worldview on things when his life just a rotating assortment of becoming objects to be used and thrown away.

Houston, we have touchdown. Tony entered Lily-Anne’s incredibly hot and humid mouth and came to rest on her wet, firm tongue. The muscle undulated beneath him, slightly massaging his body, tasting him. Is she humming that shitty song? A low, siren-like noise echoed around the walls of her mouth as she closed it around him. The insides of her cheeks compressed and Tony felt an incredible pressure pulling on all sides of him, it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable since he was a piece of hard candy, but it was weird. Her tongue raised him against her hard palette the pliable yet firm muscle surrounded him on all sides. He was wrapped in a wet, warm embrace. Honestly, it felt good. Like a full body massage in a sensory deprivation tank. And if she was getting some pleasure out of tasting him, hey it’s a win-win.

Once again Tony found himself in complete darkness once her lips had sealed him in her mouth. However, he found that he could actually shift his vision down the stick of the lollipop and see the world through the part sticking out of her mouth. Right now, with her hand wrapped around him, not much was visible, but hopefully this would relieve some boredom in the future

It was odd, he reflected, to feel himself shrink inside her mouth as the weak acids in Lily-Anne’s saliva broke down his body and digested him. Thankfully he was spared a trip down into her stomach, but if I was real food I bet I wouldn’t be so lucky, he thought ruefully. Also a silver lining, she was apparently the rare kind of person who didn’t chew her lollipops. Time passed as she rhythmically sucked on his body. It was really strange having your entire being sucked on. A small implosion of pressure was buffered by the reassuring warmth and dampness of her thick tongue. It ran along most of his body, exploring and licking him all over before pushing him up to the roof of his mouth and swallowing a pool of candy-flavored saliva. Each time she swallowed, Tony heard an audible gulp and could feel her mouth muscles tense as her throat pulled the liquid down to her stomach.

Despite the surprisingly noisy interior of her mouth (slick sliding and dripping sounds occurred, echoing off the walls of her cheeks each time she sucked on him), Tony heard the car stop. The mint smell had also faded, replaced by a sickeningly sweet artificially sweet smell and a slightly metallic-acidic smell that he guessed was just the smell of her mouth. Another strange thing among all the other things, he smelled like candy – obviously because he was candy. But, like, her breath is candy but her breath is me. Wild stuff. Being trapped as an object was making Tony wax philosophical.

The hand gripping the stick part of him suddenly pulled him out of her mouth with a wet popping sound. He was treated to a view of her pale-pink lips stained red by what could only be him. I’m a red lollipop. The more you know. He noticed that the skin on her surprisingly full lips was slightly cracked, like she had been picking at them. Then, her cavernous mouth parted slightly, treating him to a view of his prison for the past few moments. Her colossal tongue snaked out, pressing up against him and running in circles around what he felt was his face. He was soaked in her spit, and the cool air of the car contrasted nicely against the intense warm pressure of her tongue. He noticed that the circles were increasing in speed as her tongue wore him down surprisingly efficiently.

“Why can’t I get candy too?” Lily-Anne’s brother, Johnny, whined. Tony stole a glance at him from between her fingers. He looked just like a scruffy child, nothing really stood out. His clothes were ripped and crudely mended in places but Tony figured if he could get a good look at the ladies in the car their clothes would be in a similar condition. They clearly weren’t well off.

“I told ya already son, we gotta switch off dentist visits yearly. You’ll get one next year.”

Lily-Anne’s lips curved into a smile at her brother’s disappointment but she didn’t say anything, knowing not to push her luck. She inserted Tony back into the humid cave of her mouth. The rhythmic sucking started again and Tony relaxed, enjoying the massage. However, this time he felt an intense pressure around his middle. Lily-Anne had pushed the stick to the corner of her mouth and gripped it between her molars as she climbed down out of the truck. Her mouth seemed much more predatory now, reminding him that at any moment this little girl could crush him between her teeth and think nothing of it. Her tongue started swishing back and forth beneath him, she was playing with what remained of his candy being. The friction felt incredible and Tony lamented his inability to do anything to release himself. Despite the pressure of her teeth he was lost in ecstasy as the comfortable groves of her tongue rubbed along him, greased by the sticky, sweet-smelling saliva that coated his body.

Since her hand no longer restricted his vision he could see their home. It was a mobile home, not a trailer, but one of those houses on wheels that could be moved. It looked clean, if not slightly beaten. Around him Tony heard the sounds of loud conversations and even louder TV turned up to drown out the loud conversations.

A sharp pain brought him back to reality. Tony couldn’t figure out why it felt like he was being torn open until it hit him: she was chewing on the stick. Her molars absentmindedly rubbed the waxy cardboard, chipping off fragments, making him feel like she was grinding him between her teeth. He wanted to scream but couldn’t, this was much worse than being chomped to bits. At least that would be over quickly. Trying to do anything to distract himself, from the pain, he tried to focus on the soothing sensation of her tongue manipulating his candy form. She had draped it over him, and he could feel the small, thin veins that ran underneath it, pressing against him. It felt like the warmest, wettest weighted blanket. Then, nearly instantaneously, he felt an indescribable shift. No more pain.

What the hell? I’m still being sucked on so I didn’t change forms… So what happened? Tony tried to shift his vision to the stick part of him but found it was impossible. He was stuck in the candy part of his body but could feel the hard stick pressing against him. Can I shrink my consciousness? He wondered. He could hear splintering sounds as the stick broke under the pressure of her teeth and with a sharp pft! A wave of spit rushed over him as she spit the stick on the ground. He, however, remained in her mouth. Well now this certainly is an interesting development.

Lily-Anne didn’t give him much time to ponder this as she shifted the fragment of hard candy that was all that remained of Tony between her molars. Goodbye Missouri, thought Tony, I’m glad I didn’t pick you. In one swift motion, Lily-Anne brought her molars shut around Tony, immediately crushing him and absorbing his remains into her saliva to be digested. All he felt was an immense, overwhelming pressure. Then, nothing.

“Aw mom, this thing barely lasted half an hour!” Lily-Anne complained.

“If it’ll shut your yapping go and grab some chocolate from the pantry, I’m gonna go have a smoke.”

If Tony were still around he would’ve been dumbfounded that this whole ordeal had only been thirty minutes. But he was waking up somewhere else, in some new form. Never to visit the town of Log Jam, Missouri ever again.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip… Drip…… Drip………….. Drip……………………. Silence. Tony was met with the rhythmic, soothing sound of falling water. As he grew accustomed to the light Tony found himself in a clean but spartan bathroom. White tile lay beneath him, covered intermittently with long, loose hairs and dust particles. He saw a plain toilet, an aged shower/tub combo, and a bare sink surrounding him in the small room. Slightly worried about what he had turned into this time, Tony’s mind ran through a mental list of every object that could be in a bathroom. His fears were slightly alleviated when he stared directly into the mirror above the sink. Reflected against the yellowed walls of the bathroom was a sole towel draped over a stainless-steel bar jutting out of the wall. Considering he didn’t see anything blocking his vision, Tony concluded he must be the towel. Interesting. All that matters now is who walks through that door. While he waited, Tony examined himself. He was a cheap, utilitarian towel. He probably used to be blue but had faded to a near-gray color and had started to fray. In all honesty, he should’ve been replaced a long time ago.

Tony heard a phone ringing from another room. “Hello?” Out of the hundreds of millions of people in America, how had 2 of the 3 people he had teleported near to been people he’d known? It just couldn’t have been a coincidence that the voice he heard answering the phone belonged to none other than Officer Hawthorne. “I’ve told you never to call my work cell dumbass. You know this information is a matter of public record, right? Yeah. Yeah. Good. Okay, see you tonight, I’m going to take a shower.” She was just as matter-of-fact as she had been in the police station. But, more importantly, Tony was now very much looking forward to the week to come.

And there she was. Looking tired after a long day of work, Hawthorne opened the door to the bathroom walked in. With the opportunity to study her closely, Tony guessed her tan was likely due to her – Cuban? Mexican? – heritage rather than the sun. She was wearing a simple white tank top over a very short pair of black athletic shorts. She was braless, evidenced by the hard points pressed against the tank top as it struggled to hold in her massive breasts. She walked with an effortless sway, exaggerating her already ample ass. The more Tony looked, the more excited he grew.

She was humming something sinisterly familiar as she undressed but Tony was too distracted to notice. He watched as she peeled off her tank top, revealing her body in all its glory. Her massive mounds bounced freely in the open air, revealing dark brown areolas and nipples. If Erika’s areolas had been dimes, Hawthorne’s were quarter-sized, but proportioned wonderfully to match how big her boobs were. She bent over to slide off her shorts and panties, offering Tony a teasing glimpse of her ass in the mirror. Tony managed to see some scattered freckles on the otherwise unblemished golden skin of her ass before she jumped into the shower. She pulled the opaque curtain shut, leaving Tony with no outlet for his sexual frustrations. Steam quickly filled the room, the weak ventilation fan on the ceiling no match for the hot water vapor. Tony felt himself grow slightly damp, as if he himself had just finished toweling off from a shower. He assumed it was the moisture settling into the fabric that was now his skin.

Hawthorne started singing softly as she showered. “don’t need no girl don’t need no wife… All I need is a tractor on those cold lonely nights…” Damn girl, you of all people, into country? I guess I won’t hold it against you if you hop out of that shower soon, Tony thought, paying careful attention to her silhouette washing itself behind the curtain. Soap, check. Shampoo, check. Conditioner, check. Several minutes later but many minutes too many, the sound of rushing water stopped as Hawthorne twisted the handle to off. She drew the shower curtain back with a loud swishing sound and stepped onto the black bathmat placed just outside the tub. She shook her sheet of long black hair, sending small droplets of water in all direction, some coating Tony’s body. Her body glistened in the light, small streams ran down her curves, following the lines of her hips and disappearing down the soft insides of her thighs. She stood looking at her reflection in the mirror for a moment before looking around quickly, as if checking to make sure she was alone. Sorry but I’m right here. With a small smile she spanked herself hard on the ass with a loud, wet smacking sound. She watched as the toned fat of her ass jiggled on impact, shaking some extra water droplets loose. Tony was excited to see the non-professional side of Hawthorne in her natural environment.

The moment of truth. Hawthorne reached for Tony, pulling him roughly and sliding him off the towel rack. Tony felt his body flop and wave as she held him loosely. He was so close to her skin he could see the tiny fine hairs decorating her body. She began to roughly slide him down her arms, immediately soaking him as he dried her skin. He could feel her muscles flexing as she manipulated his body around hers. This must be what those Cirque Du Soleil performers feel like, wrapping around each other like this. The thought crossed Tony’s mind and he would have laughed were he not a towel. She moved him up to her upper arms, her shoulders, and around her back. Her movements were quick and deliberate and Tony quickly became disoriented, lost in a whirl of warm skin sliding against him. He was taken by surprise as she pushed him hard into her pillow-like breasts. HE could hear her heart beat as she took the time to carefully dry them all over, even the underboob. Her dark nipples flicked against him, warm and inviting, taunting him and making him regret his lack of agency even more. But too soon it was over. He was dragged down her body to her toned stomach. She wrapped him around himself, making Tony feel like he was bending over to touch his toes but also much more circular. Odd sensations aside, he was enjoying his time spent around her ample curves immensely. His body lay over her narrow waist and full hips like a warm blanket. The air was full of steam and the smell of citrus body wash and her body heat kept him warm even though he was coated in the water he had absorbed from her body. All in all, he was pretty close to ecstatic.

Tony felt the hard muscles in her thighs flex as she balanced on one leg, raising the other slightly. She went to work on her calves and feet, taking the part of the towel Tony currently considered his face and bringing it down to reach her lower body. Her feet had rough, calloused soles, slightly yellowed by the toughened skin. However, this was contrasted by delicate, high, pink arches the ran up to the fleshy pads of her slender toes. She clearly worked hard but took care of her body. Tony’s face was pressed up against the entirety of her foot, feeling the contrasting smoothness and roughness all at once. She dragged him around and between her toes, wriggling them slightly against his face as she made sure to remove as much water as possible. Briefly, his vision was obscured by the digits as she scrunched her toes around him, gripping the worm fabric with her foot. Then she let go and brought him back up to her waist.

His time spent against her pussy and ass was regretfully short. She was clean shaven so the water just whisked right off the slightly darker skin of her private regions. Less golden, more of a dark caramel color. Their time together was interrupted as Tony heard the doorbell ring. Hawthorne let out an exasperated noise and wrapped Tony around herself, pressing him against her massive breasts and leaving the lower part of his body dangling just around mid-thigh. Shifting his senses inside the towel, Tony relished the sensation of the hot, humid space created around her tits and cleavage. He savored feeling her nipples perk up as she rubbed against him, gently swaying back and forth as she moved. When she stopped, Tony shifted again so that he was now the outer part of the towel and could see what must have been the door to her apartment. She pressed a button, buzzed someone in, and waited. She was clearly expecting whoever it was if she didn’t even use the intercom. Tony heard heavy footfalls climbing the stairs up to her door followed by one sharp staccato knock.

Officer Blaine was standing there, out of uniform and wearing a simple black t-shirt over blue jeans. “Looks like I caught you at a good time” he said.

She made the same exasperated noise she had made earlier and yanked him inside her apartment, shutting the door behind them. “How many times do I have to tell you not to use our work phones? You do know call logs aren’t private right?”

“You’re worrying too much, no one ever checks call logs. Besides, my own phone isn’t private either.”

“Well that’s not really my problem is it Austin?”

“No, you’ve got a much more interesting problem. Keeping work and personal life separate.”

Their banter didn’t seem friendly or spiteful, it felt to Tony like they were just going through the motions before they did whatever Blaine had come here to do.

Hawthorne sighed, Tony could feel her body rise and fall as she did so. “So you brought it then? And you’re sure?”

“I mean, can anyone be? Isn’t that the point of your invention?”

“True, well what is it?”

Blaine pulled a small drawstring bag off his shoulder, “he’s in here.”

“It.” Hawthorne corrected.

“Sorry, forgot about your little complex, IT’S in here.” He rummaged around in the small bag before pulling out a tiny Tupperware container. Tony strained to see what was inside. Gum? Is that a stick of gum? Wha – no. Oh shit. Realization dawned on him. If they were acting so secretive, that gum had to be another person in the witness protection program. But that was supposed to be impossible, even they weren't supposed to know what people turned into.

Hawthorne grabbed the container and opened it, holding the white and blue speckled breath freshener up to eye level. “Are you a person?” She asked quietly. “Smith? Gonzalez? Weinz? Capucilli?” It was strange to hear his own name spoken. He hadn’t talked to anyone in quite some time.

“Second one this month. The tip came from an unknown, untraceable email address. Some poor schmuck in Poland needs better passwords. They’re cracking your code Amy.” Through his fascination with the conversation as well as her body, Tony realized he didn’t know Hawthorne’s full name until now. Amy Hawthorne.

“We can’t prove that yet. The only bug I’ve found so far is the one that prioritizes people you know when choosing a location and that was a problem with the sexual preference assessment loop.” She murmured more to herself than Blaine.

“Well I’m keeping this quiet as a favor to you. If this program went public, let alone the fact that someone is cracking it, you would be so publicly despised no corner on Earth would be remote enough for you to escape to. Imagine how many soccer moms would assume Donny Pervert over here is in their daughter’s shampoo. The outrage!”

Close, douchebag, it was actually her panties Tony thought smugly. He wondered how Blaine had conjured up enough of a personality to get a wife and raise a daughter.

“You don’t need to remind me.” Hawthorne sounded defiant but powerless.

“Well there’s only one way to check. And you’re gonna do it for me.”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

They moved, Blaine taking the lead, having clearly been in her apartment before. He sat down in her small living room, on a worn, brown-leather sofa. “Do it.”

Without a word, Hawthorne pulled lightly on Tony, sending him cascading down to her feet. She stepped over him, giving him an amazing glimpse of her body in motion, before moving to stand in front of Blaine. “If you are a person. Make sure to mention this during your once a year meeting ok? This is important. Also, sorry.”

She sunk to her knees in front of Blaine, naked and staring up at him angrily. Even from his ant’s-eye perspective Tony could see the loathing in her stare and tensed body. She raised the piece of gum to her lips and her tongue snaked out, running along the length of the gum.

“Fuck yeah, give it a treat. After all, whoever is hunting it might already have tracked it down. He deserves one last ride.” Blaine was leaning forward, red and visibly excited.

Hawthorne tilted her head slightly and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. She carefully placed the gum on her tongue, keeping her mouth open. She remained in that position, tongue jutting out of her mouth, until a small stream of saliva started trickling out of her mouth, cascading around the gum, and dropping in strands onto the floor. She was panting slightly, Tony saw her nipples were even stiffer than before. She hates it, but she’s definitely into it.

“Now close.” Blaine ordered. Like in slow-motion Hawthorne withdrew the pink muscle, now shining due to all the built-up saliva resting on it, back into her mouth. The gum went in with it. Sympathy and jealousy coursed through Tony in equal measure. He knew how painful life was about to get for her possible victim, but damn she was hot. “Chew.”

Not breaking eye contact once, Hawthorne’s jaw muscles clenched and unclenched as she ground the piece of gum between her teeth. Blaine reached down and started tweaking and pinching her nipples, eliciting small, inadvertent moans of pleasure from Hawthorne. He grabbed her chin, “Now open for me.” Her mouth opened.  Her breaths were jagged and raspy as she fought against her sexual urges. Tony couldn’t see it but knew that on her tongue rested a wad of saliva-soaked, heavily chewed piece of gum. He hoped they were wrong, he couldn’t imagine what that would feel like if he were in its place.

“You know what to do.” Blaine’s voice was also slightly hoarse, low and full of lust. Hawthorne’s body shuddered slightly, either in pleasure or disgust. Or both. She closed her mouth, tilted her head back, and swallowed with an audible gulp. Blaine traced a line down her throat with a single finger, tracking the movement of the masticated gum down into her body. “Look at that, he’s further inside you than anyone has ever been. What’s it feel like knowing you just ate a person?”

“Shut up, you got what you wanted, we’re done here.”

“I didn’t get everything yet. You’ve made me get all worked up seeing that little display, now you need to take responsibility for that.”

They stared at each other for a long, intense minute. Finally, Hawthorne’s shoulders slumped. “If I find out you’re lying to me. You’re dead. You know that right?” She threatened.

“Amy I get those threats every day, let’s try and keep it professional here. This is a whole new relationship we have to explore.”

He stood in front of her as she remained kneeling. Her hands tentatively went to his pants, undoing his zipper and sliding them around his ankles. She reached inside a pair of plain black boxers and pulled out his cock. He wasn’t anything to make Tony feel insecure, but he wasn’t ridicule-worthy either. She shook a few loose strands of black hair, still wet from the shower, from her face as she guided him inside her mouth. Blaine let out a small groan as she started rhythmically bobbing her head along the length of his shaft. Tony could see her tongue flicking around the underside of the tip as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, coating his cock with her spit.

Blaine’s hand grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her off of him, mouth still open. A few strands of saliva connected her mouth and his cock. She glared up at him, wide-eyed. Her tanned body was beginning to sweat from the exertion. He dragged her head lower and she got the hint, massaging his balls with her tongue. She arched her back, sticking her ass out slightly, as she adjusted her body to better access his. With soft popping sounds, she took each of his balls into her mouth, pulled slightly back, and released. She let out a high-pitched noise, half surprise and half a moan, as he pulled her higher again by her hair. She placed her tongue flat at the base of his cock and ran it along the length, accepting it back between her lips after she got to the tip.

This time Blaine was moving. He grabbed two fistfuls of hair and thrust himself into her mouth, disregarding her comfort. Tony could hear her greedily suck in breaths between thrusts. Occasionally, she would let out an explosive gagging sound, letting out a mouthful of frothy spit onto her body. Her tits were shining golden brown thanks to all the saliva coating them. Reflex tears sprang to the corners of her eyes and eventually formed a small stream down her puffed out cheeks. After some time, Blaine let out a loud groan, forcing himself as deep into her mouth as he could go by aggressively pulling her head forward. He held her against him as she sputtered and choked. Tony saw her swallow multiple times as she struggled to handle the huge load. Eventually he let her go and she fell to the floor taking in huge gasps of air, her mouth covered in a mixture of spit and cum.

“Think of this as incentive to find the problem and fix it. Then I won’t have anything to blackmail you with. But, until then, see you next time Amy.” Whistling softly, Blaine zipped up and strode out the door. Tony heard her front door open and shut behind him.

Hawthorne lay in a position where Tony couldn’t see her face anymore, but was instead treated to a view of her bent legs spread wide. She was wet, the lips of her pussy slightly parted in arousal. Almost shamefully, one of her hands snaked down there and got to work. She let out small, cute moans as she fingered herself and rubbed her clit. Soon, her hips began to buck as she thrust her body into the air each time she hit a particularly good spot. Soon, she let out an ultimate gasp, arching her back high and clenching the muscles of her ass tightly as her body quivered in pleasure. Then, she relaxed flat on her back, panting. Without a word, she shakily got to her feet. Tony felt himself being lifted as she used him to clean herself off. The scent of her was strong, but not unpleasant, as Tony found himself covered in her sticky fluids. He didn’t even hold it against her that she wiped her mouth on him. They had both been through a lot tonight.

She hung him back up on the towel rack and retreated to her bedroom. Once again Tony was left in pitch darkness with nothing but his thoughts. But, tonight, someone else was awake in the dark too. Both he and Hawthorne couldn’t sleep, their lives too troubled for their brains to allow rest.