This choice: They play one game, then do something else. • Go Back... Stan’s world was a jiggling stinking mass of sweat and and darkness. A constant assault from a blubbery perpetrator that cared not for his thorough dehumanization. As she landed in the dirt prompting a quick *PPPRRAAP* from his uncaring wearer.
Outside it was a spectacle, as the skilled older team took on the green younger team. Each making up for what the other lacked, heated and intense with much gelatinous gyrations! Family cheered from the side as there were great dives leaps and spikes. The competition was intense and no one was slowing down at all.
Then it came to the game point. Izzy leaped her cheeks clenched in mid air, pummeling her thong into a spaghetti like thickness, and spiked it hard. Back and forth, back and forth. The ball came and Izzy dove and tried to strike it back over but it instead ricocheted off her head and into the dirt. She face-planted in the sand and her mom and aunt won.
You laid there wrapped around her bum, head spinning, face burning. Then you felt your now g-string like body shift as she rose up. Despite how hard they fought the girl’s were in good spirits about it. The young congratulating the old and the old commending the young’s efforts. It would’ve been a pleasant family, once you got past the fact that most of the men were flattened forever.
“Izzy, dear why don’t you change out of Stan here, let him mingle with the family.” Josefa said. “Oh uh sure mama.” She responded fishing him out of her crack. She undid the loops but some damage was harder to recover from. He needed a minute stretched out on a picnic table to fully pop back to normal. Gabby and Emilia watched as he reformed.
“It’s so good of you to get together with Izzy, poor thing has a dreadful time with men.” Gabby said. “Or rather men have a dreadful time with her.” Emilia responded with a snicker. Gabby gave her a playful shove on the shoulder. Stan eventually reformed completely and figured he might as well be friendly.
“So, uh, Gabby. Are you married?” He asked. “Oh so you’re scouting out the family incase things with you and Izzy don’t work out.” She got real close to Stan pursing her thick lips and batting her eyelashes. “I, uh, just, um-“ “I’m just messing with you Stancake, but that was the a no.” She said with a wink. The large woman then peeled off her shorts revealing her caucasian thong wrapped around her tan hips. “My little boo here is the only man I have in my life, but I wouldn’t say we’re romantic.” She said. “Oh alright and what’s his name.” The air at the table changed and Gabby looked dumbfounded. “Hm, y’know, I’ve been wearing him for about 3 years now, I don’t think I remember, we weren’t that close. This is before Tinies were allowed to be cops and he was a secretary for the higher ups on the force.”
She doesn’t even know his name. Stan thought, in shock. He began to wonder about the consent of the man that was currently butt floss. Something in him told him to let it go, but a louder voice told him to ask the necessary questions.
“So, when did he ask to be your thong.” This was responded first with a hearty laugh from Gabby. “Oh Stan, he didn’t have to ask, after finding him plastered to my cheeks for like the dozenth or so time, I got the hint. Back then he had cute little lies like, ‘Please watch where you sit, I can’t spend all day like this’ his eyes were dreamy and he was blushing like crazy, or my favorite when I was having a bad day or an angry day he’d always say ‘how can I be of assistance’.” She looked at him as though there was some subtle thing to pick up on. “Stan aren’t you listening, ‘ass-istance’, get it?!” He did and didn’t simultaneously.
“Alright, so he never actually said to you that he wanted to be your thong?” Stan said. Something different flashed over Gabby’s eyes, something… predatory. “He didn’t have to ask, Stan. A girl knows. Did you ask Izzy to get you licensed up?” Her tone became very irritated and very protective, he could only imagine what type of vice like grip her cheeks had on her living underwear right now.
“I don’t have a usage license, Gabby.” Stan couldn’t help but fight back at this woman who clearly needed to be more conscientious of Tinies. That being said, the table became unbearably tense. Gabby and Emilia were agape and even Pablito peaked out of her cleavage to stare incredulously at him. Stan suddenly felt that he was a small man angering giants.
“Izzy said you asked for one on the spot. She said you were signed and registered for a temporary usage license a week later.” Emilia said with an attitude that seemed to be genetic in this family. He was caught in a lie. He couldn’t tell what was worse, feeling the wrath of these women right here and now or realizing that he may have doomed himself to a year in Izzy’s butt.
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