This choice: "...a thong for my glorious ass!" • Go Back...Chapter #4Glory between her buns by: NRawk   As Gwen contemplated what to do with you, something inside of you stirred after getting flattened by her gigantic ass. It wasn't the first time someone had sat on you, but Gwen's was the softest. It was so big, bigger than your mother's or Barbara's even.
"...thong?" You didn't even realize you were thinking aloud as you thought about life as the big-bootied girl's underwear. "Crushed and squeezed between those warm, soft bun. Nobody would be able to find me. I'd belong to Gwen, forced to lick her asshole clean or she'd stop wearing me and stick me in the bottom of her panty draw for weeks."
"Oh, now that's something I didn't consider." You freeze as you hear Gwen addressing you. "Yes, why should I let you be my property, Squishy? You should work for it, beg for it. It sounds like you know it's where you belong, so I'm willing to give you a trial run." She said, turning around and slamming her ass down on you to flatten you out again.
Getting up, she pulled down her pants and took off her panties, and peeled you off the counter. Stretching you and tying your arms to your legs separately, she held you up to admire her work. "Hmm, you make for a pretty ugly pair of panties, now that I look at you. Maybe I'll take you home and toss you into my panty draw as is. Though, if you beg me to wear you, I'll consider it.
Freaking out, since even if you did reform now, with your arms and legs tied, you wouldn't be able to move, you did as she demanded. "P-Please, Gwen... no! Mistress Gwen. I know I'm not worthy enough to be stretched across your glorious backside, b-but please, give me a chance! You won't regret it!"
"Oh! I like the attitude. Yes, revere me." Grinning wickedly, Gwen stood up and shook her ass in your face. "You want to serve all of this, don't you?"
"Y-Yes! Please, let me!" Mesmerized by the bounce and sway in her glutes, you kept saying what you thought she'd want to hear.
"But do you deserve it?"
"N-No, I am unworthy."
"Right, so why should I?" Turning around, Gwen started to put her original thong back on.
"Huh? W-Wait, Gwen... what are you-!?"
Slamming her ass back down on you as she went to put her pants back on, Gwen peeled you off her ass as she stood up and bundled you up. "You're not worthy of being my underwear... yet. Praise my ass for a month, and I'll think about wearing you for a day." She said, her grin widening with the horror-stricken expression on your face.
"N-No! Gwen! Wa-hmmph!"
Before you could try to convince her otherwise, she stuffed you into her backpack, crushed between some textbooks, and went about her day.
[A Month Later]
Gwen was easily able to smuggle you home with her, and from that day, she kept you not in her panty drawer, but in a small, opaque jar by her open window. With fall fast approaching, it was cold and you couldn't see anything! Each morning, she'd pull you out and squash you under her ass after her shower, have you praise her for her generosity, and beg to be used by her. These were the only moments of warmth and interaction you had during this whole time. Out of desperation, you tried to praise and promise her anything just to be used, just to not go back into that jar. And finally, she wore you yesterday, and you made good on all of your promises. Even as she farted in your face, forced you to lick her tacky asshole, made you suffer through her gym class as sweat dripped down her crack, and really ground your face into her ass the entire day. Yet, compared to the month prior, this was like heaven to you. You were warm, you heard voices you hadn't heard in forever, and Gwen even talked to you when you were alone... or rather, insulted you and complained that you weren't doing a good enough job, but that was more than what you got the past month. She even went to sleep wearing you! It was a fantastic day... but then morning came.
"Oops, I forgot I was wearing you, Squishy," Gwen said as she got out of bed and stretched. "Well, that one's on me, you're pretty pathetic, even for a thong." Taking you off, she grabbed the jar that had been your prison for the past month. She wasn't even going to get you to praise her!
"W-Wait! Mistress Gwen! P-Please, don't take me off! I'll do better, b-be better! I can learn." You beg, desperate to not go back into that jar. "Anything you want! You'll never have to take me off again. Please, let me become the perfect thong for your perfect ass!"
Grinning in smug satisfaction, Gwen appraised you. Looks like he's being genuine this time. No sign of rebellion and yesterday was the best day I've had in a long time. He's already better than any of my other panties, but now he'll try to be even better. That's perfect! However... there is one more thing I need from him. Sighing, Gwen held you up. "Look, I don't need you. Honestly, I could stuff a couple rocks in that jar with you and toss you in the river before it freezes over. So, why should I ever wear you again? That bitch Mary keeps hounding me, thinking I took you, which she's right but she needs to learn not to question me. Now, if you had some dirt on her that would let me put her in her place, namely, under my ass, then maybe I'll wear you another day."
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