The loose basketball shorts fall comfortably around Kim’s waist, hiding you from the world. The fabric of the shorts is softer, more forgiving, and doesn’t invade personal spaces like you do. Kim moves around her small apartment, gathering her things for the day—wallet, keys, and a sunglasses case that rattles with the sound of loose change.
As Kim walks, the friction between her skin and the delicate fabric of your thong body causes a consistent rubbing sensation. As she walks, your "face" shifts slightly with each stride, sometimes pressing more firmly against her skin, other times slightly easing away.
The gentle hum of a phone vibrating against a wooden countertop interrupts the rhythmic motion. Kim reaches out, her movements causing you to jostle slightly within the confine of her basketball shorts. She glances at the caller ID and a slight smile plays across her lips before she picks it up.
"Hey Jess, yeah, I'm just about ready," you hear her say, her voice muffled through the layers of fabric and skin. You can feel the vibrations of her vocal cords resonating through her body, creating a peculiar harmony with the subtle scents that envelop you. "No, no, I haven't forgotten," Kim continues, laughing softly as she moves towards the front door. The laughter shakes her torso, sending ripples through your world. "I could never forget about Mexican food!”
The mention of Mexican food ignites a new wave of dread within you. Kim's culinary choice spells inevitable trouble for your current station as her thong. This dread is magnified by the fact that Mexican cuisine, with its notorious reputation for being rich, spicy, and often gas inducing, could potentially accelerate bodily responses that are less than favorable to your delicate position.
The door clicks shut behind Kim, the sound reverberating low and somewhat muffled by the confines of your fabric enclosure. Outside, the air is warm and slightly humid—the kind of weather that promises sweat. You can’t help but worry about how this might affect your already challenging situation.
Kim makes her way to her car. As she settles into the driver's seat, the shift in her posture forces you deeper into the crevice of her buttocks. The elastic fabric of your thong body stretches uncomfortably as she adjusts herself, preparing for the drive. The drive to the restaurant does little to alleviate your discomfort. Each bump in the road is felt tenfold, and with every turn, Kim's body shifts slightly, pulling and stretching you.
The arrival at the restaurant brings a temporary relief as Kim parks and exits the vehicle. Although its warm outside, the slight breeze provides a little reprieve, although it seems all too fleeting. As she walks into the restaurant, you can sense the change in atmosphere—the cool blast of air conditioning welcomes her, but it barely reaches you, nestled in her butt crack.
“Hey Jess!” Kim greets her friend enthusiastically, the vibrations of her voice traveling through her body directly to you. They hug and make their way to one of the many open booths in the restaurant.
As they settle into their seats at a booth you're acutely aware of every movement Kim makes—every shift in her seat, every lean forward to laugh or reach across the table. Each motion brings a new wave of friction and or a shift in pressure, reminding you of your precarious position.
The menu arrives, and Kim eagerly scans it, her finger tapping lightly on the glossy surface as she deliberates over her choices. You feel each tap as a vibration, the anticipation of her decision sending a ripple of anxiety through you. Her choice could mean the difference between a relatively peaceful afternoon or a battle against the potentially harsh effects of spicy food on her digestive system.
“Ooh, I’ll have the XL Beefy Burrito, with extra beans and jalapeños.” The choice of a large, spicy meal sends a shiver up your elastic strings.
Jess, glances over at Kim with curiosity. "You always go big or go home, huh?" she teases with a grin.
"Yeah, you know me," Kim chuckles, shaking her head. "I'm not one for small portions."
While waiting for their food, Kim and Jess catch up on recent events. Their conversation drifts from work to recent vacations, and even touches on mutual friends. Every so often, Kim shifts in her seat, adjusting her posture or crossing her legs, each movement causing a slight stir in your environment. The fabric of the thong pulls taut, then loosens slightly as she resettles herself, sending alternating waves of pressure and release through your fibers.
Occasionally, Kim couldn't help but be reminded of the discomfort caused by your tight thong form hugging her body. Eventually, she absently reaches behind, slipping a hand under the waistband of her comfortable shorts. In an attempt to fix her wedgie, she pulls back on your elastic form. The tug is abrupt and firm, causing you to be momentarily pulled out from the warm, dark crevice only to be immediately released back into position as she withdraws her hand. This brief escape from the crease of her butt offers a fleeting glimpse of light and air, but before you can relish in it, you are plunged back into the dim, warm confines.
“Is everything ok?” Jess asks. “You seem uncomfortable today.”
Kim laughs softly, a vibration that cascades through your fabric body. "Yeah, just this annoying wedgie," she confesses, shifting slightly again.
Jess looks back puzzled, knowing Kim to only wear comfortable and loose fitting clothing, her curiosity now piqued. "Did you switch up your usual comfy undies for something different today?" she inquires, a playful but genuinely intrigued tone painting her words.
Kim blushes slightly, and hesitates for a moment before finally mustering the courage to admit the truth. "Well, actually, I only had these thong undies left, and I ran out of everything else," she confesses, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jess can't help but giggle at the confession. "I can't believe it, Kim!” She continues, "You, of all people, wearing a thong! I never would have guessed you owned something so feminine."
Jess's laughter fills the booth, a sound that vibrates through you as Kim shifts uncomfortably under her friend's teasing gaze. "Well, desperate times call for desperate measures," Kim retorts with a sheepish grin, the corners of her mouth twitching as she tries to maintain a sense of humor about the situation.
Jess leans back, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "And here I thought you were the ultimate tomboy," she chuckles, shaking her head in disbelief. "Next thing you know, you'll be trading in your sneakers for high heels!"
Kim rolls her eyes, the familiar cool defiance returning to her expression momentarily as she counters Jess’s teasing. "Don't hold your breath," she retorts, but a hint of discomfort still lingers in her voice as she adjusts again in her seat. The motion sends another ripple through the tight space you occupy, squashing you momentarily against her skin. The subtle scent of her sweat begins to permeate the air around you, a reminder of your precarious position.
As they continued to wait for their food, Kim and Jess shifted their conversation to other topics. But as they chat about the latest gossip and reminisce about their shared college memories, you cannot help but return back to your impending fate given Kim's impending meal.
Finally, their food finally arrives, accompanied by the mouth-watering aroma of sizzling beef and spicy jalapeños. The fragrant spices mingle in the air, making Kim's stomach growl with anticipation. To you, the sounds is ominous, a forewarning of the tumultuous events to come. The growl vibrates through Kim's body, the tremors palpable against your delicate fabric.
As the burrito is placed in front of her, Kim can hardly believe its size - it barely fits on the plate, overflowing with savory fillings and flavorful toppings. As he picks up the giant burrito to take her first bite, a raucous laughter erupts from Jess. "I can't believe you're going to try to eat that whole thing, Kim!"
Kim shoots Jess a determined look, her pride now fully engaged in the challenge. "Watch me," she says with a smirk, taking a large bite of the burrito. The tangy flavors of salsa and cheese hit her palate, causing her to hum in satisfaction.
As Kim devours the burrito, each bite sends shivers down your spine - not from cold, but from sheer dread of what's to come. The crunch of fresh onions and peppers is nearly audible through her body, each chew resonating like a drumbeat in the cramped quarters you inhabit. As she continues to eat, each bite seems to be a ticking time bomb for you. With every chew, Kim’s digestive system prepares for battle, the onslaught of spices and beans bound to create an internal storm.
The girls continue to indulge in their food and conversation, but your attention becomes fixated on the sounds of digestion starting to stir within Kim. The gurgles and churns coming from her stomach create a mesmerizing background noise that captures your attention. Every so often, Kim lets out a gentle burp, a reminder of the fermenting feast just inches above you. You can feel the swell of her stomach against your waistband, the pressure causing it to constrict tightly against her skin.
As Kim savors the final bite, Jess looks on in amazement. "You're going to explode after this!" she jokes, but her words strike a chord of absolute terror in you. An explosion for Kim might mean an uncomfortable bloating sensation, but for you, it signifies a much more literal and dire consequence.
Following the large lunch ____
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