Serena lounged on the oversized velvet chaise in the Delta Gamma sorority house’s private lounge, her long, toned legs crossed, one bare foot idly tracing circles in the air. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the tall windows, catching the fiery copper highlights in her wavy chestnut hair and making her emerald-green eyes gleam with that signature predatory spark. She was twenty-one, a senior communications major, and the undisputed queen of the Greek scene—tall, curvaceous, with a body sculpted by dance classes, yoga, and sheer genetic luck. But it was her ass that turned heads and broke wills: perfectly round, heart-shaped, firm yet plush, the kind of spectacular rear that strained against every pair of leggings or tiny shorts she owned and made straight girls question their sexuality.

She sighed, scrolling through the Objectify app on her phone. The interface was sleek, pastel pink with safety features trumpeted everywhere. “Pair with a trusted partner. Select approved forms only. Time limit enforced. Cutting-edge DNA protection safeguards preserve your original form for restoration. Emergency reversal command always available for transformees.”

Boring. So God damn vanilla, she thought.

She’d used the Objectify app plenty of times before. Though rumored to have been in development for a while, it had only been released to the public a few years prior. It was revolutionary: using the nanites that most people had long been introducing into their bodies for more mundane features like health monitoring, people could pair with a partner and temporarily transform themselves into intimate objects for their partners to wear, play with, or enjoy however they please.

She’d tried all the highlights. Sometimes it was turning eager frat boys into skimpy bras that cupped her perfect tits. Other times it was form-fitting yoga pants that struggled to contain her voluptuous curves.  On a few adventurous nights after a bit too much wine with a few of her kinkier sorority sisters, she’d even turned a few of them into sex toys and had a wild time pleasuring herself with them.

The orgasms were good, and the power rush delicious, at least at first. She always found herself drawn to playing out the same roleplay fantasy, teasing her objects about wanting to keep them like this forever, owning them as her permanent possessions.

But it always ended the same way, with them changing back when they felt like it or once they hit the pesky safety time limits. Sometimes people even chickened out before the fun parts and used their safe word commands to end their transformations very early. It was always all so temporary, and after enough rolls in the hay, even the erotic luster of these sessions had started to dull.

She had no idea where the urge had come from except as an expression of the intense sexual thrill she got out of dominating and controlling her prey, but ever since Objectify and transformation had become commonplace, she’d found herself dreaming about truly owning someone. Completely. Irrevocably. No time limits. No escape clauses. No way out, no happy endings for them. Just a living object in thrall to her perfect body forever while she went on living her glamorous life.

She was realistic to know that something that extreme might never be possible. But she’d always wondered if there weren’t maybe ways to cheat on the margins—at least maybe little exploits to temporarily disable the transformation time limits or the safe word protocols. Then at least you could keep someone—or something—the way you wanted it for a bit longer than normal. It wouldn’t be perfect, but it’d be an upgrade.

These thoughts danced through Serena’s head lazily as her head drifted in thought toward the ceiling. She didn’t notice Jenna, one of her sorority sisters and best friends, enter the lounge, and was surprised to hear her voice.

“Hey girl, you look like you’ve been staring off into space for hours. You still bummed about something? Did some lame fuckboi frat guy blow you off or something? Screw him,” Jenna inquired.

“Oh no, I wish it were anything that simple,” Serena laughed in response. “I’m just daydreaming about the Objectify app again. Getting so bored with the same old, same old, y’know? I wish I could try different stuff.”

“Oh right, I forget how into it you are sometimes. We were so drunk that night we were messing around with truth-or-dare style and you turned Anna and Julie into sex toys for the night,” Jenna responded. Her voice lowered to a hush as she continued, “Actually, I don’t even know if you know how drunk you were—I remember you slur-whispering in my ear later that night that you wished you could keep Julie transformed as that vibrating butt plug for the next month to put her in her place.”

Jenna and Serena shared a giggle over that memory, “I guess my tongue gets a little looser when I drink. But come on, you can’t tell me you’ve never had a thought like that about Julie. She’s so annoyingly bright and chipper sometimes, it’d be perfect for her,” Serena joked as they laughed a bit more.

“But yeah, I wish I could even just poke around the edges of what else you could do with transformations and the app and explore a bit more than they let you,” Serena sighed.

“Well, have you ever tried playing around with editing or modding the app? Maybe that’s possible?” Jenna suggested.

“Eh, they have it so locked down and protected, and I’m not some legendary hacker. I don’t think I’d have any success there,” she said with defeat. Despite her lackadaisical demeanor given the easy life that birth and her bombshell genetics had given her, Serena was still fiercely intelligent. She got great grades in her classes as a business major, and she’d even taken some computer science classes to learn coding for more general business applications. Though she knew her way around some basics to get by and could generally keep up with explanations of more complicated coding projects, diving into the deep end of all of it had never been her thing.

“I guess that makes sense. Well, you could always try getting a comp sci student to help you maybe? One of my friends in Alpha Phi is a CS minor. She told me she went on a date once with this one kid Andrew from her classes she’d done group projects with who’s like, the most crazy smart coder you can find. He’s won hackathons, gotten prizes from companies for finding exploits through his hacking, all that kinda stuff,” Jenna suggested.

“Oh yeah, I think I remember an Andrew in one of my CS classes I had to take as an elective when I was a sophomore. Is she on good terms with him, would she like connect me with him?” Serena asked.

“Not really. But funnily enough the same reason she’s not makes me think you might not have that tough a time approaching him. She said toward the end of her date, when she took him back to her place, he kept begging her and begging her to transform him into underwear with the Objectify app and wear him. Said he was obsessed with it, that he’d do anything for it since he’d never been able to convince a girl to pair with him on the app and transform him before. She was creeped out by him and just ended things there and never saw him again,” Jenna said, her voice punctuated with laughter as she unspooled what she clearly thought was a pathetic story.

She continued, “So I kinda feel like you could just cold-approach him on campus one day somewhere and make up some BS story about remembering him and how smart he was from your old class and wanting to reconnect. Just wear something slutty. He’ll be drooling all over you in no time. Boom, instant coding buddy. And then he can help you with some hacks.”

“Damn Jenna, that is not a bad idea. Okay, maybe I’ll hit him up and see if it goes anywhere. I swear I’ve seen him studying alone in some of the quiet rooms in Carrington Library when it’s pretty dead there. Perfect spot to ambush him and put the moves on him.

They both giggled as Serena rose to join Jenna and they headed off to their favorite coffee shop on campus to chill.

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It was a quiet Thursday night a few days later when Serena tracked Andrew down in the spot where she’d hoped to find him: alone in one of the quiet rooms of the library where people often went to find solace or isolation. He sat there, tapping away with intense concentration as she studied him through the small window in the door.

He was skinny, his dark hair messy and unkempt. Though he wasn’t anyone’s stereotype of a handsome leading-man, he had a certain understated ruggedness and cuteness to him that his introversion and shyness did much to conceal. Now that she saw him, she could recall some hazy memories from the class they’d taken together sophomore year.

He was always hunched over his laptop in the back row like he was trying to disappear. Nerdy as hell, but his code was flawless—she remembered he’d gotten the best grade in the class. And she remembered that he had that quiet, desperate hunger in his eyes whenever she’d stretched in class, and caught him stealing glances as her yoga pants would ride up to showcase the lower curve of her legendary ass. Perfect, he shouldn’t be particularly challenging to reel in.

Serena knocked once on the glass window and slipped inside before Andrew could even look up from his screen. She wore a cropped tank top that barely contained her full C-cups and the tiniest green athletic shorts that let the bottom swell of her ass cheeks peek out with every step.

“Andrew, right?” she purred, sliding into the chair across from him and crossing her legs so her bare thigh brushed his knee. “I think we took a class together a few years ago, object-oriented programming, remember? You were the one who was always destroying the grading curve for the rest of, right,” she laughed, her voice honeyed with false praise and sincerity she was confident he wouldn’t ever think to look past.

His face flushed instantly. “Uh—yeah. Serena. Hi. I mean, wow. I uh, yeah, I remember taking that class with you. Sorry, I’m just, a little surprised that you know my name.”

She laughed, low and throaty, leaning forward so he got a perfect view down her cleavage. “Oh yeah, of course I do. That’s actually kinda why I popped in here when I was just walking by and happened to see you. I’m a business major, so I’ve kinda trained my brain to always be on the lookout for elite talent. Sure we’re in college now, but I wanna know the smartest and most talented people to be connected to when I’m trying to make it in the corporate world after graduation. And I think you’re probably the most talented computer scientist, hacker, maybe even just mind period, that this school has ever produced. That’s why I wanted to talk to you about a business opportunity I’ve been cooking up. But I think I can only do it with your help.” she said, laying the praise on thicker to butter him up and lower his defenses. Andrew blushed harder in response to both her effusive compliments and the aura of sexuality she was radiating toward him.

“A…a business opportunity? Uh…sure, but what is it?”

She bit her lower lip, letting her fiery eyes smolder. “So, the Objectify app, transforming people...it’s huge, it’s making the company tons of money, right?  But why have they had so much success with convincing people to use it? Because it’s so safe. I’ve been thinking — what if we could crack some of the edges of their security open? You know, build a jailbroken version of the app with a bit more power,” she explained.

“Oh wow. I mean, that’s…ambitious. They’re an entire tech company with global reach and resources. Their cybersecurity is top notch, and even if you could crack any of it, you’d have to then reverse engineer how the app and its security safeguards work from the inside before you could start making tweaks. Not to mention it being like, definitely very illegal,” Andrew mused as he thought through her idea out loud, “Plus, even after all that risk, I don’t understand how we turn that into a business opportunity.”

“Because, you adorable dummy,” Serena said in a sing-songy voice, using her charms and cute pet names to lull him into a false sense of her effortless attraction toward him, “It’s like I said. Their whole brand is built on safety. If we can engineer exploits like, say, even just temporarily disabling the time limit for transformations, or removing the user’s ability to use the safe word command to end a transformation early, we’d have Objectify by the balls. We can take those exploits to them, threaten to release them on the dark web, and force them to pay out the ass to keep us quiet. They’ll have to make us rich, but it’ll still be cheaper for them than a mountain of lawsuits.”

Of course, Serena didn’t have any intentions of actually using any exploits they developed to extort Objectify. Her family had more than enough money for her to already be set for life. She just wanted those exploits so she could use them for herself to heighten her control over her transformations. But Andrew didn’t need to know that.

“Oh…OH, okay. So like, corporate espionage,” he nodded as the understanding dawned on him.

“Yeah, or like those code bug bounty things I hear you’d always claiming rewards for. Imagine that, but on like, a way more epic scale,” she added with enthusiasm.

“Okay. I get the overarching plan…and you’re probably right that if anyone at this school has any chance of making it happen, it’s me. But still, it really sound dangerous, y’know, legally, and all. It’d be a huge risk,” he thought aloud, hesitation creeping into his voice, “I don’t wanna mess up my future or anything.”

“Hey, that is totally fair. This is definitely not your average scheme I’m putting on the table here. But since you’re gonna be our hacker and our coding lead to make this happen, I can do some heavy lifting on the other end. My family is loaded, and my dad has a team of lawyers on retainer for whenever he needs to duke it out in court over business deals. He’ll let me use as many as I need if I tell him I’m pursuing a business op to kickstart our careers and lives after college. I can make sure we have an ironclad legal team to keep us protected if Objectify were to ever try and go after us over anything. And we could do all the coding and development sessions together in person, so there’s no communication in writing anywhere. Nothing to tie us to the development of the jailbroken version, plausible deniability,” Serena laid out as much reassuring detail as she could.

“Wow, you really have thought a ton of the details of this through. That’s all really smart, but I…I dunno. I think you’re so amazing and I always have, ever since we first took that class together, though I didn’t think you knew who I was at the time. And I do think it’d be super cool to work with you on something. But I’m still struggling with how dangerous it sounds.”

Ugh, I really didn’t think he’d be this stubborn, Serena thought to herself with frustration. I was sure he’d be champing at the bit already. But I still have one trick left to use.

“Oh, that’s okay Andrew, I really do understand.  Caution is always wise in business, that kinda thinking is why I was drawn to you for your help in the first place. We’ll need to be cautious to do this. But let me just say this: if we could pull something like this off, I think it would be so hot to celebrate with me transforming you into something intimate—what do you think? I’m kind of a freaky girl like that—hope that wouldn’t make our relationship as business partners too…awkward, for you,” she cooed at him, turning up her seduction to 11 as her voice took on a husky tone.

She could see Andrew’s eyes widen at her suggestion, the breath catching in his throat as he tried to speak. After sucking in some more air, he managed to nervously eke out, “I uh, I actually haven’t ever paired with someone on Objectify before. You…you would do that with me?”

“You’ve never done it before? A cutie little renegade hacker like you” she exclaimed in feigned surprise, laying her praise on thick to fog his judgment even further. “Well then you have to! It’s the best way to celebrate, the sensations are incredible for both the object and the owner. Plus it’s like we’re getting a good time out of the app that’s about to make us millionaires, it’s poetic!” she encouraged him.

His next question came out with a halting cadence like he wasn’t sure whether he could complete it, “Could I…transform…into…your thong?” The last words were a breathless pant of a whisper.

“Oh ho ho, so Andrew’s a bit of a freaky boy himself, huh? I love that stud—we should definitely do that,” she said playfully, biting her lips and cocking her eyebrows at him to gently embarrass him.

Sure buddy, she thought to herself with ridicule. You’re coding yourself into a longer-than-normal stay as an object for me, so it might as well be something you think you’ll like. I’m more than happy to make it a tight thong wrapped around my hips, hugging my ass and pussy for days.

“I…well I don’t know if we’ll be able to make the tech side of it work, but…I trust you Serena. Let’s at least explore it. But if it works, we’d just be doing a standard transformation, yeah? With all the timers and safe words and other safety features? We’re just saving those exploits for extorting the money from Objectify, right?” he asked, his voice vulnerable.”

“Of course, hot stuff. Nice and safe,” she said soothingly.

Don’t hold me to that though, buddy, she thought derisively in her head. I think if you make it work, I’ll test it on you first after I transform you. Crank your time limit into whatever new maximum you can code and just really enjoy owning you for a bit longer. Even after it ends, I can always just intimidate you into silence and never telling anyone you built the jailbroken app to give me a bit more control over it. She felt herself getting a bit warm just imagining it.

“I’m so glad you’re in with me on this plan, Andrew,” she continued devastating sweetness, “I think we’re gonna get great things out of this. I have a private workspace at my sorority. It’s pretty big and luxe, and I’m the only one allowed to use it when I want to. Starting tomorrow, let’s meet there every other night after classes to get started on this.”

“Got it, that sounds good. I’ll get started on some research ahead of that to kickstart us. See you soon,” he said, his voice buzzing with oblivious excitement at his seemingly unexpected good fortune in bumping into Serena.

*************************************

The development process didn’t quite go how Serena had initially hoped. It went exponentially better.

Over the next few weeks they met every other night in her private study room at the sorority — really a soundproofed den with some nice couches and high back chairs, as well as a few stately desks for doing work for their laptops. Serena deliberately took over half of the desk he’d chosen so she could pull her chair right next to his and make it easy to keep getting physical with him and keep him invested and on the hook. She kept him on the edge constantly, rewarding every breakthrough with escalating physical teasing while continuing her ruse that the exploits were all for their supposed blackmail scheme.

In the first few sessions she kept things relatively modest but still deliberately sexy when getting dressed for the evening: tight purple yoga pants that perfectly hugged the swell of her mouthwateringly curvaceous ass and a cropped tank top that showed just a hint of toned midriff. She’d lean over his shoulder, letting her breasts brush lightly against his arm while her warm breath tickled his ear as she whispered encouragement. “Tell me what you’ve got so far, baby,” she cooed.

As they continued meeting, she stepped it up—tiny athletic shorts that let the bottom curve of her ass cheeks peek out when she bent over, paired with tighter, lower-cut tops that offered generous cleavage when she leaned in close. She started straddling his lap during key demonstrations, rocking slowly against his obvious erection while praising his genius, her hands occasionally tracing teasing patterns over his thighs or chest.

A few sessions in, she watched as Andrew’s fingers flew across the keyboard, voice trembling with excitement and pride. “Well, you were right to put your faith in me, because I’m not just as good a hacker as everyone says, I’m better. I cracked their cybersec and the other protection they have laid out to keep people out of their servers and their systems. I already have some far-reaching access.”

Serena was dumbfounded. She had hoped that they might get something out of this wild venture even if not everything, but that it would take weeks or even months before that happened. Not that they’d already be past one of their biggest hurdles in the first few days.

“Wait, no way—this quickly? You broke your way in that little time? That’s incredible Andrew.”

“Yeah, but that’s not all. I’m already finding some exploit opportunities,” he grinned.

“Already? Did you find a way to temporarily delay the time limits?” she remarked, her interest piqued and her excitement growing.

“I did more than that. I’ve already started building out a beta version of a jailbroken app. And a temporary delay turned out to be stupidly easy, so I kept experimenting. The first features I’ve coded in with the exploits are disabling the time limit indefinitely and disabling the safe word protocol indefinitely as well. I figured that’s even more dangerous than temporary, so we could probably jack up the price of our silence with Objectify.”

Serena’s heart skipped at beat at his words.

Disabled indefinitely? So like, for all intents and purposes, permanently, until I was the one to decide to change them back? Or I guess permanent at least as long as I could manage to hide someone away before anyone missed them and went looking to figure out what happened? That is so fucking hot. So if I decided to test out the new app on Andrew, I could take awhile with it if I needed, she thought, fighting the urge to let a wicked smile cross her face.

Serena leaned in closer and let out a low, throaty laugh of approval. “Mmm, that’s perfect, baby. No more safety timers — the company would have to pay out big to keep something that serious quiet. This is exactly the kind of leverage we need.”

Oh my god, she thought, a warm throb pulsing between her legs. No more time limits. Pretty close to my dream. Closer than I ever thought I’d get at least.

“But honestly, I don’t think we even have to stop here if we don’t want to,” Andrew grinned again.

“What do you mean?” she asked curiously.

“Like I said, this hardly took me much time at all to crack and then code, but I really just scratched the surface here. I need a bit more time, but there’s other exploits I think I can access as well. Other things I could tweak when it comes to pushing features past their limits, accessing hidden stuff the company has buried in their servers, ways to defeat their security features. Even more intense.”

Even more intense? She felt a dark curiosity stirring to life in her as his words touched her. She was delightfully pleased with Andrew’s instant dedication to their effort and his fairly rapid progress so early on. He’d essentially already delivered a version of what she’d been hoping for. But if he was this good at hacking, why not draw this out a bit longer and see what he could come up with.

Even Serena couldn’t have imagined exactly how much success he’d have.

By their next session she’d intensified her seduction efforts, now straddling his lap in just a skimpy thong with a revealing silk robe draped over her, her spectacular ass cheeks spread across his thighs as she rocked slowly against his obvious erection. “Show me more,” she whispered, nibbling his earlobe. “What else can you do for our little blackmail project?”

He tried to stifle a groan as his manhood strained against his pants in response to her affection. “So, I’ve been able to use the freedom that backend access gives me to pull in a lot of stuff that they either did research on or experimented with in the past, but never implemented publicly. The newest feature I built based on that is adding in the ability to massively amplify the sensory input layer. That means you can dial the transformed person’s senses way up. Using the standard app, they’re very slightly dulled for comfort. But with this, you could dial it up 10 times, 100 times, even 1000 times what’s normal, that’s as far as I’ve been able to adjust it. So they’d taste and smell everything that much stronger.”

Serena’s eyes went wide and she tried to contain her excitement at how that sounded. She imagined herself using the new features, forcing her victim to soak up the heat and sweat and smells of her body at increased intensity. Oh fuck that would be hot. I bet it’d feel like hell for them. They’d be powerless to stop it.

“Whoa, so like, if I was wearing someone as a thong, and that was turned on…” she posited to him tentatively.

“Oh yeah. They would be bathed in you. Smelling and tasting every musky inch of you they touched. You’d be their whole sensory world, I bet it would get hard for their consciousness to think straight.”

Fuck, you really know how to get a girl feeling hot and bothered with your quaint descriptions, Andrew. I feel like I might have to try this out on you when you transform for me. Hike you right up deep in my ass and pussy and just coat you in my aroma, mmm, she thought, the lusty gears in her brain turning now.

“Well that should definitely make for more leverage on Objectify,” she told him, “This is more great work.”

Things went on at a brisk pace for the next few sessions as they continued making progress. A little over a week in, right as Andrew was about to demonstrate the next major batches of code he’d told her he thought could really give them major leverage, he suddenly hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard. His cheeks flushed deeper than usual.

“Before I show you the rest...I wanted to mention something important that I added. A dual-password safety measure for getting access into the jailbroken app version. We both have to enter our own separate passwords to access and use any of the advanced features. That way it can only be used if we both sign in together. I already set mine; you can set yours in the jailbroken app I’ll keep loaded to both our phones as we keep developing this. It’s a protection so neither of us can screw the other over or try to run off with this stuff before we take this to Objectify to demonstrate it. I figured...since we’re doing something this illegal, we should both have some added control.”

Serena felt a sharp flash of annoyance ripple through her. This pathetic little safety measure was an unexpected obstacle — she hadn’t wanted to bother with needing anything extra from him in order to make use of the illicit app. But she didn’t let it show on her face. Instead, she kept her expression sultry and playful, letting her silk robe slip further open so her full breasts were barely contained.

“Mmm, that’s so responsible of you, baby. I knew I was picking a smart partner when I sought you out,” she purred, her voice low and dripping with fake admiration. She slid one hand down between their bodies and began slowly squeezing and teasing his cock over his pants. Her fingers traced the hard outline of his erection alternating between light touch as she traced her fingernails up and down it, and deliberate, firm strokes — rubbing up and down the shaft, occasionally giving the head the lightest of squeezes through the fabric.

“Look how hard you are just from thinking about all this. Are you getting excited knowing that all this progress means we’re getting closer to the night we can celebrate? Cause I’m definitely looking forward to that.”

Andrew let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure as her hand worked him expertly. His head tilted back slightly, lips parting in a soft moan. “Serena...fuck...that feels so good…”

The moment his focus completely broke and his eyes stayed shut, Serena leaned forward, pressing her tits deliberately against his arm for extra distraction. With her free hand, she smoothly tilted his laptop screen toward her just enough to see clearly. There, minimized but still open on the desktop, was a plain text file simply named “notes.txt”. She scanned it quickly — and there it was: his password in plain text at the top.

**BlueThongLover2026**

She memorized it instantly, a wicked thrill running through her. Got you, you naive little loser. Sheesh, you’d think a coder as smart as you would practice better security. Guess all your blood has left your brain for your cock, she thought derisively.  She continued stroking him for another few seconds to keep him lost in the sensation, then casually pulled her hand away with a teasing laugh.

“You’re already thinking steps ahead, I like that. I’m glad this will keep things more secure,” she whispered, kissing his neck lightly. “Now show me the new the features you were talking about. You said they were intense.”

Andrew never suspected a thing. He opened his eyes, breathing hard, and continued his demonstration, completely oblivious that she’d so easily acquired the means to access the dark app version without him.

“Okay. Well, this is gonna be some twisted stuff, and it requires a bit of backstory to understand it first. So, if you’ve ever gotten bored and read anything about the background science that goes into Objectify’s tech, you’ll find that that reducing someone down from a person to an object means you end up with a lot of excess mass and energy that doesn’t have anywhere to go. That’s part of why transformed objects are so durable and virtually indestructible. Now, for short transformations, stuff within the standard 24-hour time limit, this excess doesn’t cause issues. It’s not long enough to make problems, the transformed person can handle it until they change back.”

“But as the length of the transformation grows, the excess starts to cause more issues. You need to find ways to deal with it. That’s one of the reasons why they pretty much just force that time limit for public use, since they struggled to find ways around it. But I did a lot of digging across a bunch of archived files, dead projects, and so on, and I found some stuff that they experimented but never went forward with for controlling that excess energy and keeping the transformation stable indefinitely. I think I can use them as exploits for even crazier features,” he explained, his eyes sparkling with pride at what he’d uncovered.

“Oh? That’s wild Andrew. What are they?” she said, her curiosity rising with the knowledge that Andrew had not ceased to impress her so far.

“The first one is I coded is based on an abandoned fork they’d looked into for adding sex toy features to transformed clothing. Their version was easy to clone, you can use it to make the whole item vibrate,” he explained.

“So like vibrating panties?” she asked.

“Exactly. But I took it further. By tapping into the transformee’s consciousness to access the part of it that used to control their mouth, and using their excess energy, I can give them the ability to manipulate their fabric to work as a virtual mouth, lips, tongue and all, and give the paired user the ability to control it at will,” he smiled, clearly proud of his ingenuity.

“So, again like the other night, if it was me wearing the thong…”

“Yep. Their mouth and tongue would be warm, wet, and willing. It’d lick, suck, and worship for you on demand. Asshole, pussy, whatever you want, anytime. For both you and the transformee, it’d feel indistinguishable from the real thing. And I guess, taste and smell indistinguishable for them, too.”

Serena moaned aloud, grinding harder against him, and breathed, “Fuck, Andrew, that’s so dangerous...the execs would lose their minds if we showed them a demo of someone forced to lick their owner in the middle of a board meeting. This is blackmail gold.”

Holy shit, she thought, her pussy soaking through the lace as she pictured it. A living tongue trapped right against my asshole, licking me clean whenever I want — even while I’m in class or fucking someone else. He just coded in the ability to make someone a rimjob-giving, pussy-eating slave of a garment and he thinks it’s for some small-time company payoff. Fuck I wanna use this too, I hope he doesn’t mind too much if I test it on him. But who fucking cares if he does.

“But you said there was another?” she continued.

Andrew nodded and went on excitedly, “This one’s even wilder, if you can believe it. So, again, excess energy in the transformee is an issue. But they looked into another hypothetically sustainable way to keep it in check. If you can essentially feed the transformed object excess matter, it can process it with the extra energy to maintain equilibrium for a stable transformation. One of the ways we can do that is an amplified absorbent biology mod that’s buried in some dead files.”

She was doing her best to follow, but now feeling like she might have lost things a bit, “That sounds complicated…I know we’re both smart but you’re clearly more in your element here, can you break down what that means?”

“Sure. To put it simply, for a garment for example, it turns the fabric into a hyper-sponge. For a garment someone wore close to their body, for example, it would suck up their bodily fluids and other excretions very efficiently.”

Serena’s heart skipped again at the description. Andrew hadn’t been exaggerating. This was some seriously wild stuff. She had to know more

“That’s incredible. So like me, in the thong again, if I’m having a tough day and say I struggled to hold in a fart…?” she asked. She saw him blush at the unexpectedly dirty nature of her question.

“Oh it would absolutely absorb a fart. Honestly that’s like the least of what this protocol could handle. If you adjusted up the strength of it enough, it’d absorb any of your farts completely. No one would ever smell them. Very ladylike,” he explained, trying to add a joke at the end. She giggled at it to indulge him.

“But you said that’s just the least of it?” she inquired further.

“Yeah, I mean, it can do more, but it gets more…explicit…” he started to trail off.

Explicit? Now she definitely needed to know more.

“C’mon, we both need to know how this all works. You don’t have to be shy around me. Give me some examples.”

“Well, there’s more than enough energy in a transformed object to make it have near perfect efficiency with this protocol. With um…with your thong example. It would absorb everything you wanted it to. Your sweat. When uh…when you get wet. It could even handle…” he trailed off again.

She was getting wildly excited at where she figured he was going, and finished his sentence for him, “It could work on me after I use the bathroom? After I have to pee?” she asked breathlessly.”

“Yeah…and your ass too. It I don’t even know if absorb is still the best word for it in some of these contexts, because in this case it would be more like it pretty much cleaning you perfectly whenever you wanted. It just drinks everything up seamlessly and disposes of it internally with the excess energy.

“That’s unbelievable. Weirdly convenient, even,” Serena managed to say, her pussy now beginning to throb at the twisted scenarios he was describing. “So it doesn’t have an upper limit on its capacity with that feature?”

“Not one that would matter for any human situation I can imagine,” he answered. “From what I can tell, you could jump in a swimming pool in the transformed thong, soak it wet, climb out and have it make itself dry nearly instantly if you needed it to. It’s ability to absorb is close to limitless, given all the excess energy the transformee has.”

“Wow, yeah, that is a lot. So if a girl had like…a little accident wearing one before she could get to the ladies’ room?” she probed.

“Yeah, that’s nothing compared to what I’d laid out. Not to make this too explicit again, but I think even if she full-on peed her pants, you’d never know if she had the absorption protocol on.

“And the transformee? What about on their end?” she asked.

“Oh, I guess I never really thought about it from that perspective since we’re just building these out for leverage to get our silence buyout. But uh, yeah, I think the transformee would experience all of it. Their consciousness is still connected to the object, the mass and energy involved in the conversion, all that. It’s hard to know for sure given how theoretical some of this stuff is, but I don’t know if it’d be pleasant for them. Good thing we don’t need to see that in practice for our blackmail plan, right” he asked.

Serena bit her lip, pretending to be impressed by the criminal potential. “Right, right, of course. But God, Andrew, that’s genuinely vicious. The company is going to shit themselves if they think we can leak the idea of a pair of underwear that’s made to literally drink its owner’s sweat for their convenience or tongue them during a board meeting. This is perfect blackmail material.”

Serena was doing her best to keep her cool outwardly with Andrew, but internally, she was a horny mess.

Holy fuck. I thought the tongue thing was intense. But he’s talking about turning someone into…I don’t even know what to call it? A personal filth absorber? An on-demand sex toy? With a thong like this, it’d be sucking up my farts so no one ever smells them and I always smell like a princess. Drinking up my sweat on hard workout days. Giving me a rimjob or worshipping my pussy whenever I feel like it. And he says it’d be like a personal self-cleaner, sucking the piss off my pussy and the and shit off my asshole and swallowing it into itself, I’d never have to wash it and hardly ever take it off. And what he said about a girl pissing herself—I don’t even think he realizes it but it sounds like he’s describing almost a living toilet, working like magic so you could piss right into it as needed. Wrapped around me. It’s like…a forever thong. And the transformee would experience all of it. They’d be forced to endure all of it. Somehow, that’s the best part to me.

This is the dirtiest, nastiest, hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t think I’m going to be able to resist trying this out on Andrew either. I need it so fucking bad. I wonder if he’s going to appreciate the irony of him developing it when I use it on him. Maybe he’ll be too embarrassed to want to change back into a person, even if I can’t keep him forever for fear on someone eventually coming looking for him and finding him, she thought to herself with a devious smirk.

She congratulated him on his progress that night and wondered if there was any chance he could top it.

Then, in the final late-night session, he revealed he’d saved the best for last. Shirtless and glistening with sweat, Serena straddled his lap as he explained with trembling pride:

“Okay, so I think we’re nearly ready to consider the jailbroken app finished. I’ve got the final version loaded on our phones, but I wanna show you a few things first. This is the last big exploit I was able to wrangle. But I think it will be the biggest one for leverage and upping our payoff amount too. Get this—I finally figured out how to crack their DNA protection safeguards. Remember that’s what you said, about how their brand is safety? So we can hit them where it hurts.”

“Whuh…” was all Serena could manage at first as she tried to process what he was saying.

“Your DNA gets encoded when you transform, right? It’s what makes it so that you can always be restored back to normal, whether through the app or if a problem occurs, at an Objectify office. But it’s delicate in general, and all the moreso when it’s being stored in a fabric body rather than a human one. That’s why they wrap your DNA in so many molecular protection measures as part of the transformation process.”

“But I figured out how to turn them off. And once that happens, you become very vulnerable, at least in terms of your DNA integrity. If other genetic material were to mix with you, it could corrupt your DNA, and if it was enough of it for long enough, you could get corrupted past the point of no return.”

“How would that work…like with my thong example? And does it really mean what I think you’re saying?” Serena asked, her voice close to a whisper without her realizing it, as her heart pounded in anticipation of what he was laying out.

“Yeah. So like in that case, the owner’s fluids would probably end up seeping into the transformed object over time — your sweat, your uh, your wetness, the secretions from your ass, any residue from when you pee, it would all soak into it and there’s plenty enough genetic material in it to corrupt the transformee’s genetic data. You could track the progress of how far along it was in the app but once enough damage accumulates, reversal becomes impossible. They stay an object forever. The data corruption can even be accelerated by heavy, repeated exposure. Their entire DNA signature gets overwritten and erased. No trace of the original human left. You can imagine why Objectify put so much into all the security protocols.”

It might have skipped beats before, but now Serena was pretty sure her heart did actually stop this time for a moment. She froze, then a slow, predatory smile crept across her face as the full realization hit her like lightning. Outwardly she purred, “Andrew...that’s truly devastating. The company would pay millions — hell, they’d pay anything to keep that quiet. This might be the ultimate leverage.”

But inside her mind, she was exploding with dark, sadistic joy.

This is so much better than anything I could have ever dreamed, I almost can’t believe it. I started out with all this just wanting to delay the time limits for longer temporary play...but this is another universe altogether. This is real ownership. Complete control. Irreversible, undetectable control.

If what he’s saying works as described, I could actually do it. I could trap him. Permanently Get him to transform, and then I’ll let him think it’s going as planned at first, but with his password, I can take control of him with our jailbroken app. Then I can turn on all the features he thinks we were *never* going to use on any actual transformee.

And once I turn off the DNA protections, that’s it for him. I can soak him in my sweat, my farts, my cum, my ass juices, anything I want, and it will break down his genetic profile until every last trace of his humanity is utterly erased. He’ll cease to exist as a person. It’ll be impossible to restore him or even so much as detect he was ever a human being. He’ll truly be nothing but my living, filth-absorbing thong *forever*. This is actually IT!

A powerful rush of heat flooded between her legs. She was unbelievably turned on — more excited than she had ever been in her life. Her nipples hardened into diamonds and her pussy throbbed as she ground down hard on his lap, letting him feel how wet she was through her soaked panties.

“God, Andrew...,” she purred, voice husky with genuine lust. “You’re a fucking genius. This might be everything we need.”

Just need to add a few more tweaks in to make it even more perfect.

“One thing though. You’re right that this will definitely get them scared more than anything else, but I think we should really go for a body blow by upping the stakes a little more. You said you’d basically worked out near total access to their backend, right? What if you add in one more feature where a jailbroken app user can wipe a paired user’s data from their systems altogether? Make it look like they were never on the app?” she proposed.

“Oh wow…yeah that is pretty dark. Would definitely be something they’d want to avoid, like with data breach incidents. But it would sure help us hold their feet to the fire better. And that shouldn’t be too complicated to patch in, I can have it done by morning,” he grinned confidently.

Perfect. With that last flourish, after he’s reduced to a permanent object and I have my ideal dark app version for personal use, I can easily delete his data from their servers forever. It’ll get rid of the last possible inkling of a paper trail between us. It’s the perfect crime. Even if someone ever got suspicious at his disappearance and came looking after me, they’ll have zero evidence. Objectify could even test the thong that used to be him and it’ll be impossible to detect he’s trapped in there, suffering as a helpless prisoner worshipping my ass and my pussy. *Forever*.

“Oh, one other thing I wanted to show you,” Andrew added. “This one’s not an exploit feature itself, but still something pretty cool. I do a lot of research with AI in my upper level comp sci work. So I built this AI assistant into the jailbroken app so that in case I’m ever not available to help with something, you can ask it for assistance with updating or revising or coding new features into the app as you need. It’s pretty smart for what it is, it should be able to help you create most anything you can think of with the right direction. I even gave it the ability to brainstorm concepts and give you suggestions if you’re ever stumped on something.”

You are just too sweet and thoughtful, poor Andrew. You’re definitely right that this might come in handy for making future updates – you know, once you’re no longer a human being and instead just a piece of living butt floss trapped between my gorgeous sweaty cheeks. And you’ll have more important jobs anyway, like sucking my filthy asshole clean daily, she snickered in her head.

“Wow, that is thoughtful Andrew, thank you. You really have considered everything. It’s all just so perfect. I can’t believe you made all this possible. Our partnership has worked out so well! And I really can’t wait to “celebrate” with you once things are totally ready.” She kissed him on the cheek and sent him on his way buzzing with hope.

Later that evening, Serena lay alone in her bed. The moment she closed her eyes, the fantasy she’d had for so long, the one that was seemingly now becoming reality consumed her dreams. But it had a new vividness, brought to life by the raft of twisted new features Andrew had coded into existence for her.

She pictured this cute, nerdy body folding away into a skimpy thong and her slipping into it. As she joked and teased him, she imagined flipping off the safeguards protecting him, and feeling his humanity slowly dissolving under wave after wave of her sweat, farts, and her hungry pussy and asshole until nothing of his previous life remained. “Feel that Andrew?” she cooed down to him in the dream. “Those are my juices soaking into you and stealing your last chance at ever being a person again. I own you now.”

She slid her hand between her thighs and began furiously fingering her dripping pussy and her throbbing clit, imagining him screaming helplessly into her thoughts in horror as his humanity was erased.

The orgasm built fast and intense. She had to grab a pillow and bite down hard on it to keep from screaming out loud as she came — thighs shaking, back arching, a muffled cry of pure sadistic ecstasy escaping into the fabric. Wave after wave crashed over her as she pictured his complete, irreversible doom.

She collapsed back, panting, a wicked smile on her lips.

This is so fucking delicious. He genuinely has no idea what he’s about to hand over to me. He’s literally spent the last few weeks feverishly coding his own prison—one he’ll never escape from. And he has no idea. I wonder how horrifying it’s going to be when he realizes he personally developed every one of the features I’m going to cream myself torturing him with on a daily basis. He’s crafted his own endless nightmare that he’ll spend glued to my hips, utterly and totally under my power. Only I will ever know. He’ll clean me every day, worship me on demand. Sucking up my filth for my convenience to me as I go on with my life and his disappears. I’ll be a fucking goddess.

She drifted back off to sleep with some of the most powerfully erotic thoughts she’d ever had.