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The Stolen Panties
🕑 Added 2025-08-08 06:58:02 +0000 UTCStory:
Jake had always loved his girlfriend, Lily, but their relationship had grown tense lately. Arguments over petty things became the norm, and neither of them knew how to fix it. One evening, after another fight, Lily stormed out of the apartment. Exhausted, Jake collapsed onto her bed, burying his face in her soft, floral-scented sheets.
As he lay there, his frustration simmered, and a strange thought crossed his mind: What if I could just... disappear?
A tingling sensation spread through his body before he could finish the thought. His limbs shrunk inward, his skin softened, and the world around him stretched impossibly large. In seconds, he was no longer Jake—he was a soft, black lace thong, lying on Lily’s bed exactly where she had left a pair earlier.
Panic surged through him, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. He was nothing but fabric.
The bedroom door creaked open, and footsteps padded in. Jake instinctively hoped it was Lily—she’d recognize him, right? But the voice that hummed sweetly wasn’t hers.
“Seriously, sis? More laundry piled up?” It was Lily’s younger sister, Mandy.
Mandy had always been more carefree than Lily, with curves in all the right places and confidence that made heads turn. She rifled through Lily’s dresser, muttering about clean panties.
Jake lay frozen on the bed, praying she wouldn’t—
“Ooh, these are cute.”
Mandy’s fingers closed around him, lifting him up. He was stretched between her thumbs as she inspected the delicate lace.
“Kind of small… but eh, they’ll fit.”
Before he could process what was happening, the world tilted, and Jake was being pulled into place. Mandy’s thick thighs brushed past, her warm skin radiating heat. Then came the soft press of her pussy against his gusset—already damp from her natural scent.
She adjusted him with a wiggle, sighing. “Tighter than I thought… but wow, comfy.”
Jake was now sealed to her body, his lace stretched snug over her flesh. Every movement pulled at him as she walked around the room, the humid warmth of her sex pressing directly into him.
Days passed.
Mandy didn’t take him off.
She wore him to bed, to work, even to the gym. Each day, Jake became more saturated with her essence—her sweat, her musk, the faint salt of her arousal. Her scent embedded deep into his fibers, turning heady and thick.
By the end of the first week, the gusset was stiff with a filmy crust, dried remnants of her repeated wear. The lace clung stubbornly to her curves, riding up further each time she adjusted him. The sour-sweet stench of her unwashed pussy clung to him, mingling with the earthy tang of her ass.
Mandy loved it.
“I dunno why, but these just feel so good,” she mused, slipping her fingers under the waistband to rub at the damp fabric. “Guess they’re mine now.”
Trapped against her skin, Jake could do nothing but endure.
He was no longer Jake.
Just Mandy’s favorite panties.
