With a sudden jolt, the drawer you are trapped in is yanked open and light pours in. Adjusting to the brightness, you look up and see the familiar face of your Tomboy best friend, Kim. You have been friends since high school, bonded by your shared love for video games and sports. She has always been one of the guys to you, with her easy laugh and competitive spirit.
Kim is competitive, and her athletic prowess is undeniable - you've caught glimpses of her strong, toned figure and lightning-quick reflexes during games and sports. Her wardrobe leans heavily towards comfort, with loose-fitting clothes and quality athletic gear. She often indulges in guilty pleasures like junk food and fast food, but it's clear that her dedication to sports and physical activity keeps her in top shape.
Hoping to be saved, you try to scream for Kim's help, but your voice fails you - a cruel reminder of your current state. Your thong body is limp, leaving you defenseless and incapable of any form of communication. The only remnants of your humanity are your heightened senses - every noise, scent, and touch feels magnified, keeping you acutely aware of your surroundings even in your paralyzed state.
As she rummaged through the open drawer, a deep frown formed on Kim's face. "Dammit," she groaned, frustration evident in her voice. "Looks like I'm all out of clean, comfortable underwear again!"
She scowled at the pile of laundry, angry with herself for putting it off. Her usual selection of underwear was either stained or had an unpleasant odor, and she still had several days before she could do laundry. With a begrudging sigh, she reached into the corner where she kept her last resort pairs of underwear, reserved for desperate situations like this.
As her fingers brushed against the soft, cool fabric, they eventually settled on a vibrant red and blue plaid cotton g-string. She couldn't help but recall the memory of a well-meaning college friend who had given it to her, hoping to help her embrace her feminine side. Though grateful for the gesture, she never felt comfortable in such intimate garments. The skimpy article of clothing clung tightly to her body, accentuating every curve and making her feel exposed and vulnerable. Despite this, she had no other option but to wear it today.
Kim's hand moves towards you with hesitation, her fingers grazing against what feels like your arm. However, upon closer examination, you realize it is only a thin string that makes up the waistband of your thong "body".
As you are being hoisted up, you can't help but contemplate the new form your body has taken on in this thong. Your "arms" extend above you and wrap around to meet what feels like your body. In front of you, a red and blue triangular shape obscures most of your view of the room as Kim lowers you onto the ground. Dread sets in as you begin to fear where your face and receptors for sight/smell/taste must be...
In an instant, your focus is drawn to a bare foot coming down on the left side of you, followed by another on the right. Your gaze follows the path upwards and is met with a sight that confirms your worst suspicions; high above you, Kim's naked backside hovers in all its glory. For a moment, you are stunned as you take note of her perfectly toned butt. Maybe it's from all the sports she plays with you and the other guys. You'd never really thought of Kim in a sexual way before, but you'd also never seen her like this.
Suddenly, your mind jolts back to the present moment, and you feel a rush of wind as you are launched upward. In the blink of an eye, you find yourself at the bottom of Kim's buttocks. Your "form" and "appendages" already stretching to accommodate her lower half, thanks to your elastic composition. Then there is a brief pause as Kim firmly holds onto you at the bottom of her butt cheeks.
Kim's fingers gripped the delicate fabric of the thong, examining it with hesitation. "How do other girls wear these every day?" she asked herself, already feeling self-conscious. She quickly brought the thin strip of material up to the bottom of her butt, aware that it would barely cover anything. It was a far cry from her usual underwear choice - a full-coverage brief - and this particular thong was also a size too small. Her friend from college had underestimated the strength and size of Kim's glutes.
Kim let out a frustrated sigh, "Looks like I'll just have to suck it up," she thought. The thong was far from ideal, but she knew she had no other choice. After all, her last pair had been worn for three days straight and laundry wouldn't be possible for at least a couple more days. She made a mental note to stock up on more underwear when she could. Then she tugged the delicate thong into place, already anticipating a day of constant adjusting and irritation.
With a final tug, and a bit more stretching, you are completely swallowed by the crevice of Kim's butt cheeks. The first thing that hits you is the aroma; a blend of floral soap and salty sweat, remnants from Kim's recent shower. But there is also something else, an unmistakable pungent odor that you try not to think about. Despite your discomfort, you can't help but take in deep breaths of the warm, tight space, your senses overwhelmed by this mixture of scents. As you gasp for air, your “tongue” grazes against the soft skin between Kim's backside, leaving a faint taste of salt on your lips.
The confined space amplifies these scents, making them almost overpowering. You can't help but wonder about the future and what it holds for you now that you're trapped in a butt. Knowing Kim's Tomboy nature, hygiene may not be at the top of her list of priorities, which only adds to your unease and discomfort.
You then feel Kim lean forward, her body bending at the waist, and a faint light filters in through the small gap between her cheeks. As your eyes adjust to the dim light filtering in, you are greeted with an up-close and personal view of what will be your roommate for the foreseeable future; right in front of you is the darkened, puckered skin of Kim's asshole. The delicate folds and creases of her intimate area are on full display.
As she bends over further, your waistband “arms” tighten around her waist. The thin elastic string that serves as your "face" stretches taut and is pulled directly into her anus. Every crevice and wrinkle of her tight entrance is intimately felt against the fabric of your makeshift body. The pungent odor from before is slightly amplified, assaulting your nostrils and filling your taste buds with a bitter taste.
Then, your world goes dark and you feel the elastic of your thong body relax a bit as Kim stands back up straight once again.
As she finished getting ready for the day, Kim had reached down and pulled up the bottom half of her outfit. Today she was wearing ____
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