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The Secret Thong - Part 2 + 3
🕑 Added 2025-08-19 15:00:06 +0000 UTCStory:
The car ride was torture. Every bump in the road sent me sliding deeper into the crease of Lily's thighs, wedged against the damp fabric of her shorts. The heat was unbearable, like being pressed into a furnace of sweat and skin. Her scent — musky and thick —filled every fiber of my being. I was drowning in it.
Lily shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, as if trying to ease my discomfort. But there was no comfort to be had. I was in her shorts, stuffed between her thighs, helpless as the car rolled toward the gymnasium. Her fingers discreetly brushed her crotch, adjusting me slightly. "Hang in there," she whispered under her breath, so low only I could hear.
Hang in there? I was a thong.
The moment the car stopped, Lily bolted out, her mom shouting after her about warm-ups. She sprinted into the locker room, her thighs squeezing tight with each stride, making me groan internally - if thongs could groan. The locker room was chaos. Girls were stripping, changing, joking, stretching. Lily ducked into a corner and yanked her shorts down just enough to peek at me.
"Okay, so... the match is best of five," she whispered, biting her lip. "I'll try to keep you from getting too... uh... soaked." Too late for that. She tugged her volleyball spandex on over me, and the compression nearly flattened me against her completely. No air, no relief - just skin, sweat, and suffocating fabric. Then, the game started.
I quickly learned that Lily played hard.
Every jump, every dive, every pivot sent me grinding against her with bone-crushing force. The sweat built up fast, turning her heat into a sticky, humid prison. The smell - god, the smell — was overwhelming. A mix of exertion, salt, and something unmistakably her that clung to me like a second skin.
And then came the worst part. She adjusted me mid-game.
Between plays, while the team huddled, Lily casually hooked a finger under the waistband and tugged - hard. The sudden, rough movement yanked me viciously against her, fabric digging into places no inanimate object should ever be.
I wanted to scream. But I had no mouth. No voice. Just Lily's sweaty, shifting body keeping me prisoner in the worst possible place.
At some point, I lost track of time. Sets passed. The match dragged on. Lily's movements grew slower, her breathing heavier. By the fifth set, she was drenched, and I was drenched in her.
When the whistle finally blew, my only thought was:
Please, for the love of God, let the spell wear off soon.
By the time the game was over, her skin was slick with sweat, her breaths heavy as she wiped her face with a towel. The bus ride home was just as torturous — every bump, every shift of her body grinding me against her. When we finally got back to her room, she peeled her shorts off with a sigh of relief, her fingers sliding under my waistband.
"Okay, babe," she whispered. "Spell's gotta be done by now."
She tugged slightly, as if expecting me to shift back instantly. When nothing happened, her brow furrowed. She muttered the reversal words.
Silence.
Another try.
Nothing.
A third time — this time louder, panicked. Still, I remained fabric. Lily's breath hitched. "No... No, no, NO." Her fingers trembled as she pulled me away from her skin, staring at my damp, darkened gray form.
"It— It was only supposed to be temporary!" she hissed, her voice cracking.
Then it hit her.
Her sweat. The hours of humid friction. The way her body had soaked into me - completely, thoroughly. Realization dawned on her face, horror creeping into her wide eyes. "Oh my God..." she whispered. "The spell... It needed me to stay dry.
You —you got too wet."
Her grip on me tightened. The truth sank in, heavy and irreversible. The transformation wasn't going to reverse.
I wasn't changing back. I was going to stay like this - forever.
Her thong.
Her damp, stretched, permanent thong.
Lily let out a shaky breath, then slowly, hesitantly, pressed me back against herself, as if testing reality. The warmth of her body welcomed me like a prison — a silken, inescapable trap. "I..
" Her voice was small. "I'm so sorry."
But apologies didn't matter now, I was already stuck. And she was going to keep wearing me.
Every day, Every workout, Every single moment - wrapped around her, pressed into her heat, smothered in the scent of her skin.
Forever.
