"Such a handsome man you brought with you, Izzy," Josefa said. "No wonder you looked so passionate in that kiss!"
"Oh, yeah," Izzy said with an insecure smile. "I just can't keep my hands off him."
"Or your ass either!" Emilia piped in with a giggle. "For every pic you sent us of him plastered to your boobs or under your foot, there were ten of him pancaked on or inside your behind! Is he going to be another thong man in the family?"
Stan shot Izzy a panicked look, one that silently but quite clearly screamed, "Please for the love of god tell me I'm not a thong!"
Izzy read Stan's look loud and clear, but instead of giving her partner a comforting look, she gave a not-at-all-comforting snort of laughter.
"To tell you the truth," Izzy said, "Stan thinks he might be better as an all-purpose slave instead of just one permanent piece of clothing. I personally think he was made to be my forever thong, but my little Stancake," Stan's eye twitched in anger at the pet-name she decided, "insists that I try him out in every possible use first, just in case there's a way he can serve me that I'd like better. That's why he's still "Officer Padding" instead of "Officer Panties.""
This caused a great deal of laughter from the assembled women. Stan, meanwhile, was looking like he was about to be sick. He was seriously considering exposing Izzy's lie right then and there. Sure she had threatened him with literally a year spent in her asscrack for revealing her deception, but at the lightning fast pace things were preceding, a year of torment in her behind was infinitely better than the increasingly likely fate of Stan winding up as Izzy's permanent underwear. Pablito saw the look on Stan's face and drew the completely wrong conclusion from it.
"There's no shame in trying to figure out the best way to please your Goddess, Brother," the fanatical Used said. "Every tiny has his optimal role to play in making a woman as happy as possible. The only reason I haven't transcended to my permanent shape yet is because my divine wife, Emilia, hasn't decided the best way I can be of use. However, it sounds like your Goddess already knows what's best for you. You shouldn't keep her waiting."
"Thank. You. Pablito," Stan said, hoping the Used had picked up on the word he'd really meant when he said "Thank". But the women around him were looking at Stan expectantly. He needed to come up with an excuse fast! "But... I just couldn't live with myself if there was an even better way for me to make my Goddess happy, but she never found out about it because I so selfishly rushed in to assuming one permanent shape!"
Stan knew he'd just spouted a stream of hot nonsense but he prayed his crazy talk was onbrand enough for these Used users to accept it. For once his prayers had been answered. Izzy's mother, aunt and cousin all gave appreciative "Aww's" at how "selfless" Stan was for denying his own pleasure at being permanently used to better serve Izzy. Pablito didn't look entirely convinced. Maybe there was something in the Used's pamphlets that didn't match with what Stan had said, but there was no way he was going to argue when his wife seemed convinced by Stan's words.
"I'm so happy you've found a man so considerate of your needs, Isabella. The two of you remind me so much of me and your father."
"I know, isn't he sweet?" Izzy cooed, getting a little more used to pretending that she didn't think her partner was a self-righteous douche. "He's so cute my big ol booty never misses a chance to gobble him up!"
"Oh, yes, yes! Let's see that!" Emilia cheered. "You can use him as a thong and I can get pictures of him!"
"So long as my lil Stancake doesn't mind?" Izzy said.
Stan couldn't believe this. It was bad enough his partner had basically kidnapped him to pretend to be her boyfriend to please her family, but now, not only did it turn out she lied about him being a Used cultist, she was also forcing him to ask her to use him as a thong?! "This or 365 days. This or 365 days," Stan repeated internally to give himself motivation.
"I'd love to!" Stan said with the biggest, fakest smile he could muster.
The assembled women all cheered. The second the two of them were alone, Stan planned to chew Izzy out for getting him involved in this craziness. He'd expected her to change in a bathroom but was shocked when she set him on the table and took off her pants and underwear right then and there. What about being a law abiding family?! Wasn't this public indecency?! Stan was so surprised, he didn't have time to react as Izzy slammed her palm down on him, flattening him completely.
"Simple one-two tiny thong, coming up," Izzy said.
"That's my girl," Josefa beamed.
Stan was much less pleased as his arms were stretched out into thin straps, his legs criss-crossed multiple times into a "braid" and then flattened out extra thick to be looped forward and tied around where his arms were already knotted. Izzy worked his head into his torso, turning them into one flattened cartoon-character-esque smear so that the back of her panties was comprised entirely of his face. It was a good thing Stan was so flattened he couldn't change his expression, because the look of pure unadulterated terror that would've formed on his face would've given up the fact he was disgusted by this in an instant. Izzy struggled to pull up his elongated body past her thunderous thighs and even though she'd flattened his face out as much as she could, her ass was so massive that his face was immediately devoured by her cheeks, only leaving the barest hint of flesh visible.
Izzy whirled around, showing off the thong made from her "boyfriend" to the applause and cheers of her assembled family. Emilia whistled as she snapped pictures. Izzy took a bow, functionally mooning them since Stan's body was little more than flesh-colored buttfloss to the outside world. He truly could not believe life could be so cruel. He'd already been subjected to an entire night in her crack plus a several hour car ride! He'd only just been freed and now he was already being sealed back up into his partner's disgusting ass! What had he ever done to deserve this?!
Izzy's ass answered in the only way it knew how.
*PPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBB BBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTT!*
The cheers from Izzy's family turned to laughs.
"I swear, Stan, she doesn't get that from me!" Josefa claimed.
As the women laughed even harder at this comment, Stan mentally sobbed.
What will the loving "couple" do next?
1) Josefa wants to challenge Izzy to some kind of physical activity that takes a serious tole on Stan's body.
2) Emilia wants Izzy to model her Stan-thong for her "Right to be Used" activism video.
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