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"I promise, babe, it'll be worth it."

There's not much a guy can do when he's naked, sitting on a bed, with his cock tucked into his girlfriend's cleavage. Her hands cupped the sides of her breasts as she pushed and bunched them into my shaft.

"Wouldn't you like to be a part of me? Nothing but panties that are slowly sliding up my legs?" Claire moaned after those words as the bouncing of her chest started to speed up; my throbs were painfully excellent. "Seeing my crotch and ass looming above you? Think about how snug you'd be to the parts you love most about me."

I groaned through a moan. "I love every part of you."

She smirked. "Cute. But not the full truth."

I didn't try to fight that.

"You'll be snapped around my waist, conforming around my bottom, and keeping my private places safe and warm." Claire moaned once more as she started squishing her softness into the hardness of my sides. "So close to my pussy. Defining the shape of my ass. Such a thing, smooth material, hugging all around me."

There was no beating that. The springs of the bed squeaked as I leaned back, thrusting into the bust, feeling softness bounce around me. That building of greatness finally burst into ropes of euphoria as white shot from the head of my end.

Claire was quick to drop and take it into her mouth. Letting her lips fastened around my end as she thrust back and forth, milking me, all the while, looking up at me from below. I couldn't stop myself as I finished inside of her.

Moments passed before she pulled away. Coming to step back from the bed, standing before me, towering, a little, since I was sitting. She was fully naked, with the sunlight from the window illuminating the richness of her tanned skin.

While I sat back on my hands, panting, my eyes were still on her.

How her hands lowered to her taut belly, stroking her fingers across it, before sinking to the smooth curve of her crotch. Rubbing up and down it and moaning at the contact. She looked down at me.

"This could be you, babe." Every time she stroked herself, her hands neared closer to her crotch, to the swelling of lips that were starting to glisten. "Getting to be close and covering all of this. Could wear a nice little skirt and show me off. Nobody would ever know that it was you clinging to my stuff."

I sighed and bent my head. "That's it. I give up. You win."

Claire brought her hands together and pumped them into the air, the happiest dance I'd ever seen her do, as she spun a little bit in celebration. She turned to show the bouncing of her ass, those plump, curved hills of cream, asking to be restrained.

"Hurray!" Claire stopped before rushing at me and hugging me to her chest. She was still twisting, and I got a face full of something special. "I promise you're going to have so much fun! I've wanted to have a boy to be my underwear since forever!"

Her shifting slowed. "To know he's always clinging to me, always so close to my everything, nearly a slave to it." Then the rising of her giggles began. "Boys normally already are a slave to pussy. So to have you actually be my underwear is just... yuuuum!"

I was racked back into my thoughts. Did she just say slave? Don't get ahead of yourself. She's probably just extremely turned on by this. I exhaled and nuzzled into her skin. Besides. Anything I can want for a week? That's too good of a deal to give up.

Claire backed away, and, at once, I missed her embrace. Strolling across the carpeted floor of the hotel room, she reached the desk and raised her phone, waving it in the air. She brought it to her face and started tapping on the screen.

She looked at the app as she spoke. "Any preferences?"

I looked at the cream-coated ceiling and hummed as I thought. "It's going to be a test between the classic white or hot pink." Though I was already drawn into the latter. "I guess hot pink. The pair I like."

Claire saluted cutely. "Absolutely! So you consent and understand the terms?"

"That I do." I tapped the side of my head. "That app changes my genetic make-up while storing my consciousness inside the app itself." I cleared my throat. "Still allows us to talk that way."

"Righty-oh!" Claire tapped the screen without anything more. "Now, here we go!"

There was a strange zapping sound in the air as I could feel the zoom starting to zoom outward. There was burning beneath my skin, not painful, but a buzzing of heated perpetration that seemed to be twitching throughout.

I don't know exactly what happened in those next few seconds. Only that the hotel walls were becoming further, the ceiling, reaching to the sky, and that oncoming footsteps boomed with the might of a giantess.

Sure enough. A face hovered above. Looming high as the beautiful face of my girlfriend stared down at me. Her blond hair was still in a ponytail, hiding nothing of her expression, or how she looked at me with narrowed eyes, a bit lip, and a feeling of yearning.

"Oh. My. Gosh." Claire was mumbling and moaning to herself, already, a hand snaked down to her crotch. It was out of view, but I could hear her stroking herself, her thighs, now rubbing together. "You look so cuuuute as underwear, hon! Oh my." She laughed sweetly. "Nothing more than a girl's underwear now, are you?"

I would have gulped if such a thing were possible.

"Now I have to be careful with you now, don't I, little guy?" Claire covered her mouth with that same hand to giggle; her head rocked to the side. "Make sure I don't get you mistaken for another pair. Wouldn't want you staying in my panty drawer all day, would I?"

And then I chuckled and thought about it. "Or maybe a little perv like yourself would enjoy something like that."

Her laughter went on as Claire reached over me, and, suddenly, I could feel my existence being thinned out. I was raised into the air, and, looking at the sides, I could see her slender, colossal fingers, stretching out the band of the panties.

She then took me into her hand and walked to the closet mirror. Posing naked before it, she stretched me out and pulled me over the front of her stomach. At once, my smooth fabric brushed across the softness of her skin, its temperature, and how it infused into my cotton.

Claire lowered those panties as she shifted those hips, with her eyes on me, seeing how I was only to serve her femininity. Dropping until she was forced to stretch the waistband to her thighs, where I became snug to her crotch, feeling the faint outline of her mounds.

She was pulling me against her pussy, allowing it to bulge and be defined through me, a tease to what my task was soon to be. Then her hands let go. I fell. Hitting the ground as though there was no contact. Around me were islands of feet.

Both of which shifted, arching into the air, coming to poise above me. Then they slammed down with a vibration that rocked the floor. Next, the extent of the woman crouched, slowly, as I gazed up.

And I saw Claire's might. The plushness of her thighs as they blocked the view of her crotch. How her breasts hung above, small but firm. It was as though the crouching woman could hear my thoughts. "Don't you worry! Next time you can be a bra. Keep my puppies safe and secure."

Then her hands dropped out from the sky and pinched at the thinness of my material. Staring to lift me on the incline of her ankles as she rose above. I saw how her bubble butt lifted into the air, wobbling a little, as the goddess now focused on the mirror.

I couldn't do the same as I watched my slow ascent. The feeling of her legs rushing before and below me as I slid upon it. The sound of rubbing fabric, the sense of becoming full. I'd been so empty on the bed—this flat existence.

It was different, now, as I took shape. Feeling my holes become full as I clung to the throwing thickness of Claire's legs. They filled me out to where I could feel my size. Where I could feel every millimetre of my existence starting to cling to her skin.

I'd never felt like this before.

Although no human has ever felt like a shape beyond the human body.

And then I could feel myself starting to become stretched. How I pushed into the thigh, sinking into it, with a squeeze that never seemed to end. Claire stopped me short at her waist. I looked up to see her crotch and the bubbles of her ass.

"Are you ready, my little pair of underwear?" Claire asked with a tease, twisting me, causing me to wobble a bit of her thighs. "Once I pull you up, I don't think I'll be pulling you down for a long time. So get used to being snug with me, hon."

Claire pulled me up to the sealing of light.

I slid up onto her crotch as I could feel myself roll over the curvature of her ass. Clinging to her cheeks as they wobbled left and right for me to sneak onto them better. I was also aware of what was happening at the front. How I was becoming between her legs and pressing upon her absolute bottom.

My form then curved over her crotch, like a pink wave settling over the beach of her skin, sealing the place beneath my fabric. There was a snap that I actually felt as I was forced to conform to this place.

"There we go!" Claire said as her hands lifted away and settled on her sides, right on my band, which she snuck her thumbs inside. "Don't I just look perfect in this? Now let me see." She turned around enough to tease her butt, how it stretched my fabric to its limits, barely able to contain its perfection. "Getting to hug my bum and be snug against my puss. Can't say you're not the luckiest guy alive."

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