Sisterhood of the Travelling Thong
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
unknown
Though you knew how often cruel fate loved to stick its hand into your life and ruin whatever peace you had managed to establish, you were still hoping to escape this humiliating situation quickly. While Sadie snored softly, and you drifted off to sleep wrapped tightly around her massive bubble butt, you kept your spirits high by declaring that you would be freed from this thong-shaped prison soon enough.
Sadly, even you could not have predicted the events that were to follow.
The curvaceous, bottom-heavy blonde wore you for four straight days, only sliding you down her legs briefly to relieve herself in the bathroom or take a quick shower. You spent the better part of ninety-six hours firmly hugging Sadie’s gigantic ass cheeks, with most of your face and body wedged deeply into the damp crevice of her butt crack.
Thoroughly caked in sweat and traces of excrement, Sadie finally removed you and tossed you into one of the many washing machines in the dorm’s public laundry room (along with other equally dirty and smelly lingerie items). You bounced and slammed around the inside of the metallic bin, barely holding onto consciousness. To be honest, you were hardly aware of your senses anymore after the four straight days of ass torture.
It was right as the wash cycle ended that fate threw another curveball at you. Bunching up her sopping wet underwear in her arms, Sadie balanced the unsteady pile and shifted it over to the dryer. However, in doing so, your thong-molded body slipped right through her fingers, and fell unnoticed into the unattended basket of a different girl who was about to wash her dirty clothes.
You could only stare up through bleary eyes as the Sadie set her clothes to run in the dryer and then shuffled away out of sight. Still clinging to a shred of hope, you began focusing your efforts to reform, but that hope shattered less than a minute later as a friendly, but terrifyingly oblivious, brunette walked into view, picked up her basket, and tossed everything, including you, into the washing machine.
Right as you fell into the washing machine, you saw the worst sight imaginable play out in front of your eyes, across the laundry room. Sadie as engaged in conversation with Amy, who was gesturing wildly. You caught a brief glimpse of Sadie gasping loudly and rushing over to her clothes in the dryer, before you finally were dumped into the washing machine by this new girl, splashing down into the chilled, dark basin.
As you spun around in circles for the second time, your mind feebly put two and two together, and realized that Amy had finally tracked you down, and was planning on rescuing you. However, now that you had unfortunately left Sadie’s care, your only potential savior would now no longer be able to find you. Amy would have no idea you were only a few feet from her, begging helplessly for her to save you.
Sure enough, both Sadie and Amy were already gone by the time the brunette girl retrieved you from the washing machine. The weight of the world crashed down upon you, and all thoughts of being rescued faded from your mind. In an almost mindless, numb state, you meekly stared at the brunette’s blissfully innocent smile as she dropped you and her other delicates into the dryer.
After the drying cycle, you barely took notice of the brunette folding you and her other clothes neatly, and carrying them up to her dorm room on the second floor. Nor did you take any heed to her smooth skin brushing against your face as she placed you in her underwear drawer, then slid the drawer shut. Nor did you really process the passage of time, as three whole days passed before the girl picked you up, dropped you to the floor, and slid you up her legs.
Settling your thong-shaped body around her toned rear, the brunette smiled happily at how snuggly it fit, and then finished getting dressed. Once again, you found your arms and legs straining to wrap around the girl’s wide hips and generous ass, and your body was pulled tightly between her constricting butt cheeks. As she moved, her meaty mounds of flesh ground you mercilessly, hot flesh pressing against every inch of you, and sweat pouring down her skin and drenching your body.
Even still, you barely felt it all. For all you were concerned, your fate had been sealed. Knowing Amy, she would now give up looking for you, resigned to the idea that you were lost forever. This would, in turn, mean that you might very well spend the rest of your life trapped in the shape of a thong, forever supporting the huge butts of the giantesses in your life. Barring any unforeseen accidents, of course.
The brunette was now the second giantess to experience the pleasure of a tiny molded into a thong, and she was certainly not the last. Ecstatic about how comfortable her thong was, she shared you with three different friends regularly, and it was her third friend (an airheaded redhead) who ended up accidentally leaving you behind while sleeping in her girlfriend’s dorm room on night.
Her girlfriend, an athletic brown-haired beauty, couldn’t tell you apart from her own thongs the next morning, and so proceeded to wear you several days in a row during her intense, exhausting, and sweaty soccer practices. Your body experienced untold beatings from her sizable, thick cheeks during that time period, and you were smeared with so much sweat that your eyes, the last visibly human part of you, began to smudge away into nothing. Soon, you would be imperceptible from an everyday thong.
This soccer giantess wasn’t your last owner either. In an action similar to the laundry room incident, the girl accidentally ended up swapping thongs with an equally well-endowed, raven-haired girl on her soccer team, who also wore you for two practices. She then lent you to her best friend, who in turn let her girlfriend, a feisty blonde, try you on one night. The blonde, hungover in the morning from a night of drinking with her girlfriend, forgot all about your true ownership, and tossed you in a basket of her own dirty clothes.
Now, after a full thirty days of being worn by one giantess after the next, not much had changed. You were fighting with every fiber of your being to hold onto a shred of sanity. Your arms and legs no longer felt any pain, and your body now longer felt gross or disgusting when lathered with sweat deep inside a girl’s ass, or even when farted on. Most disturbingly, you found yourself actually beginning to enjoy being a thong, in a twisted way.
Inside the same laundry room that had started it all, the feisty blonde fished you out of the dryer and tossed you over her shoulder towards her basket filled with recently cleaned clothes. However, not paying enough attention, the blonde missed her throw, and you flipped over the edge of the basket and landed in a heap on the cold, tiled floor of the laundry room. You could only stare up silently as the blonde gathered her belongings, stepped right over you without looking down, and walked out of the room.
All alone in the laundry room, you began to mentally sob, wondering what in the world you had ever done to deserve a fate this cruel. All you had wanted to do was rescue Cliff from Amy’s shoe, which had led to being roped into her terrible planned protest display, which in turn led to the worst month of your life. With Amy no longer trying to find you, and no one else even having a clue the comfortable tan thong travelling around the dorm from girl to girl was a poor tiny, your chances of rescue were basically nothing.
A few minutes later and another giantess entered the laundry room with a bag of dirty clothes. Setting her bag down, her flip-flop clad foot smacked into the side of your body, and the girl looked down at the floor in confusion. Through your smeared eyes, you couldn’t tell who it was, but you figured it wouldn’t matter anyway. You didn’t even care when she bent down and scooped you up into her hands, and began running her fingers across your body. You knew what would inevitably come next.
What does the girl say (and who is it)?
Sadly, even you could not have predicted the events that were to follow.
The curvaceous, bottom-heavy blonde wore you for four straight days, only sliding you down her legs briefly to relieve herself in the bathroom or take a quick shower. You spent the better part of ninety-six hours firmly hugging Sadie’s gigantic ass cheeks, with most of your face and body wedged deeply into the damp crevice of her butt crack.
Thoroughly caked in sweat and traces of excrement, Sadie finally removed you and tossed you into one of the many washing machines in the dorm’s public laundry room (along with other equally dirty and smelly lingerie items). You bounced and slammed around the inside of the metallic bin, barely holding onto consciousness. To be honest, you were hardly aware of your senses anymore after the four straight days of ass torture.
It was right as the wash cycle ended that fate threw another curveball at you. Bunching up her sopping wet underwear in her arms, Sadie balanced the unsteady pile and shifted it over to the dryer. However, in doing so, your thong-molded body slipped right through her fingers, and fell unnoticed into the unattended basket of a different girl who was about to wash her dirty clothes.
You could only stare up through bleary eyes as the Sadie set her clothes to run in the dryer and then shuffled away out of sight. Still clinging to a shred of hope, you began focusing your efforts to reform, but that hope shattered less than a minute later as a friendly, but terrifyingly oblivious, brunette walked into view, picked up her basket, and tossed everything, including you, into the washing machine.
Right as you fell into the washing machine, you saw the worst sight imaginable play out in front of your eyes, across the laundry room. Sadie as engaged in conversation with Amy, who was gesturing wildly. You caught a brief glimpse of Sadie gasping loudly and rushing over to her clothes in the dryer, before you finally were dumped into the washing machine by this new girl, splashing down into the chilled, dark basin.
As you spun around in circles for the second time, your mind feebly put two and two together, and realized that Amy had finally tracked you down, and was planning on rescuing you. However, now that you had unfortunately left Sadie’s care, your only potential savior would now no longer be able to find you. Amy would have no idea you were only a few feet from her, begging helplessly for her to save you.
Sure enough, both Sadie and Amy were already gone by the time the brunette girl retrieved you from the washing machine. The weight of the world crashed down upon you, and all thoughts of being rescued faded from your mind. In an almost mindless, numb state, you meekly stared at the brunette’s blissfully innocent smile as she dropped you and her other delicates into the dryer.
After the drying cycle, you barely took notice of the brunette folding you and her other clothes neatly, and carrying them up to her dorm room on the second floor. Nor did you take any heed to her smooth skin brushing against your face as she placed you in her underwear drawer, then slid the drawer shut. Nor did you really process the passage of time, as three whole days passed before the girl picked you up, dropped you to the floor, and slid you up her legs.
Settling your thong-shaped body around her toned rear, the brunette smiled happily at how snuggly it fit, and then finished getting dressed. Once again, you found your arms and legs straining to wrap around the girl’s wide hips and generous ass, and your body was pulled tightly between her constricting butt cheeks. As she moved, her meaty mounds of flesh ground you mercilessly, hot flesh pressing against every inch of you, and sweat pouring down her skin and drenching your body.
Even still, you barely felt it all. For all you were concerned, your fate had been sealed. Knowing Amy, she would now give up looking for you, resigned to the idea that you were lost forever. This would, in turn, mean that you might very well spend the rest of your life trapped in the shape of a thong, forever supporting the huge butts of the giantesses in your life. Barring any unforeseen accidents, of course.
The brunette was now the second giantess to experience the pleasure of a tiny molded into a thong, and she was certainly not the last. Ecstatic about how comfortable her thong was, she shared you with three different friends regularly, and it was her third friend (an airheaded redhead) who ended up accidentally leaving you behind while sleeping in her girlfriend’s dorm room on night.
Her girlfriend, an athletic brown-haired beauty, couldn’t tell you apart from her own thongs the next morning, and so proceeded to wear you several days in a row during her intense, exhausting, and sweaty soccer practices. Your body experienced untold beatings from her sizable, thick cheeks during that time period, and you were smeared with so much sweat that your eyes, the last visibly human part of you, began to smudge away into nothing. Soon, you would be imperceptible from an everyday thong.
This soccer giantess wasn’t your last owner either. In an action similar to the laundry room incident, the girl accidentally ended up swapping thongs with an equally well-endowed, raven-haired girl on her soccer team, who also wore you for two practices. She then lent you to her best friend, who in turn let her girlfriend, a feisty blonde, try you on one night. The blonde, hungover in the morning from a night of drinking with her girlfriend, forgot all about your true ownership, and tossed you in a basket of her own dirty clothes.
Now, after a full thirty days of being worn by one giantess after the next, not much had changed. You were fighting with every fiber of your being to hold onto a shred of sanity. Your arms and legs no longer felt any pain, and your body now longer felt gross or disgusting when lathered with sweat deep inside a girl’s ass, or even when farted on. Most disturbingly, you found yourself actually beginning to enjoy being a thong, in a twisted way.
Inside the same laundry room that had started it all, the feisty blonde fished you out of the dryer and tossed you over her shoulder towards her basket filled with recently cleaned clothes. However, not paying enough attention, the blonde missed her throw, and you flipped over the edge of the basket and landed in a heap on the cold, tiled floor of the laundry room. You could only stare up silently as the blonde gathered her belongings, stepped right over you without looking down, and walked out of the room.
All alone in the laundry room, you began to mentally sob, wondering what in the world you had ever done to deserve a fate this cruel. All you had wanted to do was rescue Cliff from Amy’s shoe, which had led to being roped into her terrible planned protest display, which in turn led to the worst month of your life. With Amy no longer trying to find you, and no one else even having a clue the comfortable tan thong travelling around the dorm from girl to girl was a poor tiny, your chances of rescue were basically nothing.
A few minutes later and another giantess entered the laundry room with a bag of dirty clothes. Setting her bag down, her flip-flop clad foot smacked into the side of your body, and the girl looked down at the floor in confusion. Through your smeared eyes, you couldn’t tell who it was, but you figured it wouldn’t matter anyway. You didn’t even care when she bent down and scooped you up into her hands, and began running her fingers across your body. You knew what would inevitably come next.
What does the girl say (and who is it)?
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