Festival Thong

Story:

Zoey's best friend Jade rushed into the room, suitcase in tow. "Shit, I'm so late for the festival!" she exclaimed, dumping her bag onto the bed. "Two whole weeks of dancing, sweating, and camping - ugh, I knew I forgot to pack something essential." Jade yanked open drawers and rifled through bags, muttering to herself. Her eyes landed on a neatly folded light blue thong sitting beside the laundry pile. "Perfect, a spare thong! I'll just rinse it out each night."

Kyle, now transformed into that very piece of underwear by Zoey's magic, wanted to scream. I'm not a thong, I'm your best friend's boyfriend! But Jade simply grabbed him without a second thought. She stripped fully naked right there in Zoey's bedroom, her toned dancer's body on full display. Then Jade stepped into Kyle, stretching him tight around her legs, hips and rear. He had to mold to her every curve whether he wanted to or not.

"Comfy and cute," Jade declared, adjusting the thong straps. She gave her reflection an approving nod. Kyle clung snug to her skin, feeling far too intimate with Zoey's best friend. Jade bounced in place, testing out the fit as she packed the rest of her bag. "Festival, here I come!" She grabbed her suitcase and headed for the door, Kyle helplessly hugging her ass.

No one knew Kyle was missing - or that he'd been transformed into a thong. And now he was Jade's only underwear for the entire two-week festival. He'd be there for the dancing, the camping, the sweating, day after day. Worn, stretched, washed, and worn again. Kyle's new reality hit him like a punch to the gut. He was tight. Trapped. Helpless. And yet somehow, horrifically aware of every second.

As Jade walked out to her car, Kyle felt her thonged ass jiggle with each step, the fabric wedged deep between her cheeks. Her pussy lips hugged him in a tight cameltoe. He was stretched so thin across her mound that he could feel her every hidden detail. Jade got into her car and sped off to the festival, not knowing her thong was actually a man as he rode up deeper into her ass cheeks and pulled tight into her pussy. Kyle grimaced at the taste of her unwashed private parts. He was completely at her mercy now.

Over the next two weeks, Kyle suffered through being Jade's only thong. She wore him sleeping, dancing and never bothered to wash him, even though he grew dirtier and more disgusting each day. The essence of her gushed from the front of his thong body after she had sex while he clung to her pussy and ass. He had to filter her waste after she used the unclean porta-potties. He tasted her pussy juices as she fingered herself before bed.

Tight. Trapped. Helpless. Horrifically aware of every second of it.

By the end of the festival, Kyle was little more than a rag flossed between Jade's cheeks, filthy with her private matter. He didn't know if he'd ever be returned to normal. Or if Zoey even intended to.

Kyle could only stay tightly wrapped around Jades Pussy and dirty ass covered in Jade's dirty woman fluids, wondering what other depraved ordeal the future held in store for him now that he was just her spare underwear.