Your situation was virtually hopeless. From what you'd managed to overhear from Mackenzie's ass, Olivia was off trying to get your license revoked, but Mackenzie had made it sound like it would not be an easy task. How long would you be relegated to a strip of "fabric" flossing between Mackenzie's cheeks? Days? Weeks? Months? How often would Mackenzie wear you? You suspected it'd be every day: Mackenzie wasn't one to waste an opportunity to torment you. But what would be worse? Being worn constantly? Or being trapped in a dark drawer among Mackenzie's other undergarments, laying in silent blackness while you waited for a daily brief peek at Mackenzie's face as she selected a pair of panties.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Mackenzie adjusting in her seat, dragging her cheeks across the couch cushion without regard for you. Or maybe, it was with special regard for you, making sure you really knew what life as her panties would be like.
Mackenzie hadn't had any particular plans for today, but now that she had Andrew in his proper place, she was determined to make it a lazy Saturday, reclining on the couch and keeping her ass pressed into it constantly. She didn't want him to have any respite.
And so you spent the day as a sentient wedgie, occasionally getting a break from the constant pressure of her ass when she stood up to get a snack. But it wasn't until evening came and Olivia returned that you would be freed.
"Good news Mackenzie!" Olivia said, walking into the room with a smile on her face. Mackenzie had to make a point of looking excited, even though she knew that this could only mean one thing: Olivia had found a way to get Andrew out of this little trap she'd set for him. She squeezed her cheeks around him, wanting to savor the moment before it was ruined.
"Did you figure out a way to cancel Andrew's license?"
"No, you were right about that, it's surprisingly tricky to get cancelled." Olivia said, deflating a bit. "But I was able to have his ownership transferred to me! Now you don't have to take care of him for me anymore and he can spend lots of time with me until he's back to normal." Olivia announced.
While it was hard to hear from your place in Mackenzie's ass, you did manage to hear this latest announcement. You would have jumped for joy if you could move, knowing you wouldn't be subjected to Mackenzie's cruel whims any longer.
Mackenzie couldn't help but look a little disappointed. Realizing Olivia was giving her a look, she quickly stood up and started to remove her pants to get to you. "Sorry Olivia, that is good news, I'm just a little sad to give him up. You can't imagine how comfortable he is." Mackenzie explained, pulling you out of her ass and off of her legs.
You breathed easily for the first time since that morning, and saw both girls looking down at your thong shaped form in Mackenzie's hand. It was a relief to see Olivia's loving face. But it was also a relief just to see anything other than the inside of Mackenzie's ass crack.
"So what are you going to use him as?" Mackenzie asked. She was sure that Olivia would pick something lame, like a hair scrunchie, to avoid putting Andrew through any more torment.
"Oh I was thinking I'd just leave him as a thong. He's already used to it after all, and you said he was really comfortable right?" Olivia asked. "Plus, Andrew has always loved my ass."
"Oh yes, definitely. That's a great idea Olivia." Mackenzie said with a smile. Maybe letting Olivia be his owner wouldn't be so boring after all. It'd be a little less direct to be sure, but she could probably still make sure Andrew didn't have an easy time of it with his girlfriend.
You were disheartened to hear that Olivia thought leaving you as a thong would be good for you. It was true that you had always loved her butt, but the reasons you had loved it were exactly why you didn't want to her thong. Her huge butt and powerful glutes were going to destroy you worse than anything Mackenzie could have managed with her ass. But if course, you couldn't object as Olivia removed her pants and panties and grabbed you from Mackenzie's hand, ready to try you on.
"Until we figure this license thing out, my booty is going to be your responsibility Andrew." Olivia teased, wiggling her butt above you. "I'm sure it won't be too long, but try and enjoy it if you can. Love you babe." Then you were rocketing up towards Olivia's ass, heading right for her crack.
Olivia's butt didn't put up any resistance, it simply engulfed you. You slid effortlessly along the inner edge of her cheeks until you were thrust into the tight confines of her crack with one sharp tug.
This was clearly going to be harder than being Mackenzie's thong. You could tell you were stretched tighter around your girlfriend's wider hips, and her rounder cheeks left even less room for you. Still, there was something nice about knowing it was Olivia, rather than it being Mackenzie getting the satisfaction of torturing you.
"Oh wow Andrew, Mackenzie was right about you. You're the most comfortable panties I've ever worn!" Olivia said, bouncing on her toes excitedly. You wanted to groan as her firm cheeks bounced and clapped with her little happy movements. You'd seen her do this many times, and you knew she must look adorably excited right now, but that was little consolation as her butt battered you into submission.
Mackenzie was still a little jealous that she had lost her toy so quickly, but watching Olivia torment Andrew was pretty fun too. "Maybe you ought to just keep him like that? He's probably pretty happy getting to spend all his time between your legs." She said it like a joke, though she secretly hoped Olivia would at least consider it.
"Haha very funny Mackenzie. Andrew is my boyfriend, and I like him much better as a person than as panties. No matter how comfortable he is."
You were relieved to hear Olivia say that. You'd never really doubted her, but after hearing how excited she was when she pulled you on, it was nice to know for sure that you were safe with her. Though "safe"wasn't exactly the word you'd use to describe the process of being squeezed between her prodigious ass cheeks.
What happens next?
1. Olivia takes you off for the night and tucks you into a drawer, but Mackenzie signs both of them up for a spin class in the morning, trying to make sure you have a very difficult time as Olivia's thong.
2. Mackenzie suggests Olivia take a break from the paperwork and go out dancing with her to give her mind a rest. Olivia happily agrees, subjecting you to a night of drinking and dancing.
3. Mackenzie creates a fake letter from the Usage License Office, explaining to Olivia that as a newly licensed tiny, Andrew and his owner are required to try out many different forms for him to find the object he is best suited to be. Mackenzie includes a long list of required trial objects, and Olivia reluctantly gets to work on testing them all out. He'd be spending the following day as an insole in her sneaker.
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