Forgotten, Mackenzie Tries to Keep it That Way
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
allyboy1351997
You awoke to the sensation of yourself being pulled free from the globular cheeks that had consumed all of your senses for the better part of twenty four hours.
You felt yourself impact on some soft fabric, as the cool air of the bedroom soothed your skin. You quickly realised that you must have been dropped in the hamper Olivia keeps by the door when you saw the walls of it stretching up high above you.
You were vaguely aware of the impacts of each of your girlfriend’s stumbling footfalls towards the bathroom, but paid them no mind, you were just happy to be freed from the suffocating, sweltering confines of her titanic backside. You were too tired and sore to pay any mind to what might come next, you just wanted rest.
You had discerned no details during the night that Olivia and Mackenzie spent at the nightclub, too far buried in Olivia’s asscrack to make out anything other than the low bass of the club’s music reverberating through her jiggling backside. All you do know was that they had clearly spent much longer at the club than Olivia had promised, and were drinking and dancing for a long time. You were able to figure this out mainly due to the length of the beat down you received from Olivia shaking her ass on the dance floor.
Olivia had finally stumbled home and passed out in a drunken stupor without taking off any clothes, leaving you confined in her rear until just now.
You heard the sound of Olivia throwing up in the bathroom, evidently she was feeling the repercussions of her long night out drinking. Although, you suspected she had came off better than you, considering that you were the one laying as a sopping, stinking, crumpled thong in her hamper, along with all of the other articles of clothing that had recently been unfortunate enough to have been given the Herculean task of covering her ludicrous curves.
You had never thought your life would reach the point of sympathising with clothing, but to be honest while you had the usage license attached to your name, that’s basically all you were…
You soon heard the sound of the shower, and wished more than anything you could join her, but sadly you were resigned to lay in the hamper till you were inevitably taken to be washed like all of the other pieces of Olivia’s clothing.
Your gloomy thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door to the bedroom creaking open. You were faced away from it, so you couldn’t see, but it couldn’t be anyone but Mackenzie. Your suspicions were confirmed when you felt a hand roughly picking you up and lifting you from the hamper, till you were brought face to face with your nemesis. She looked slightly hung over, but not anywhere near as much as Olivia must have been.
She smirked when she saw the sorry state you were in, but didn’t say a word, instead choosing to drop you back into the hamper, before walking over to the bathroom door and knocking on it.
“Liv, I’m doing laundry, I’ll just take your hamper out just now,” she yelled to get Olivia to hear her over the sound of the shower, before crossing the room and grabbing the hamper with you inside, before leaving your bedroom.
You were brought to the small utility room that contained not much else other than a washer and dryer. Before dumping all of the contents of the hamper into the machine, she grabbed you and set you aside.
You watched as she effortlessly lifted the hamper and dumped all of its contents into the machine, then causing it to whir to life with the press of a button.
With her chore done, Mackenzie turned her attention to you.
“So she just straight up forgot about you, huh?” Mackenzie mocked you, knowing that you couldn’t answer her in your current state. “Gotta say, you made a much bigger impact on the night by tagging along as a thong than you would have as a man, I haven’t had that many free drinks since I was in college! But as much as having you on full display and reaping the benefits was great, Olivia was a little too focused on you until I got her drunk enough to just enjoy herself, and I don’t want to have to put that effort in every time we go out as a couple, so I think we need to make you just a little bit less obvious.”
She lifted you back up and then stuffed you into the back pocket of her jeans. You were sandwiched between the rough denim and the swell of her backside in a massively constricting environment.
She began to walk, each lift of her leg caused the denim to stretch, further constricting you against her plush backside. This process repeated for several minutes until you were suddenly flattened under her weight as she sat down. Felt the vibration of an engine revving to life, telling you that Mackenzie was driving somewhere.
Soon the vibrating stopped, and you once again felt the alternating pressure of Mackenzie walking.
You could heard activity and conversations all around you, clearly Mackenzie was in a public place.
Before you could figure out where you were, you felt Mackenzie’s fingers wrap around you and pull you free, before you were slapped down on hard, wooden surface.
“Hi, my friend has a usage license for her little boyfriend here, and she asked me to bring him for a little colour change,” Mackenzie side eyed you with a smirk as she spoke to the woman on the other side of the counter. “She’d like him dyed a bright, sparkly pink.”
You began to panic, and turned your attention to the middle aged seamstress who Mackenzie was talking to, hoping against the odds that she would notice your almost invisible, pleading eyes.
The blonde, bored looking store owned glanced down at you, before returning her attention to Mackenzie and replying:
1) “Bright, sparkly pink? No problem, come back in a few hours and he’ll be ready for your friend.” The shop owner has no qualms about dying you, nothing saves you.
2) “Bright, sparkly pink? No problem, but I’ve got a bit of a backlog so he won’t be ready till tomorrow.” The shop owner has no qualms about dying you, but there is another tiny thong being dyed pink in her back room, and she hands Mackenzie the wrong tiny when she returns the next day!
3) “Sorry, but if you’re not the holder of his license, you can’t make a change like that. She’d need to come down herself.” Mackenzie cannot dye you without Olivia’s permission, she returns to the apartment without achieving her goal.
You felt yourself impact on some soft fabric, as the cool air of the bedroom soothed your skin. You quickly realised that you must have been dropped in the hamper Olivia keeps by the door when you saw the walls of it stretching up high above you.
You were vaguely aware of the impacts of each of your girlfriend’s stumbling footfalls towards the bathroom, but paid them no mind, you were just happy to be freed from the suffocating, sweltering confines of her titanic backside. You were too tired and sore to pay any mind to what might come next, you just wanted rest.
You had discerned no details during the night that Olivia and Mackenzie spent at the nightclub, too far buried in Olivia’s asscrack to make out anything other than the low bass of the club’s music reverberating through her jiggling backside. All you do know was that they had clearly spent much longer at the club than Olivia had promised, and were drinking and dancing for a long time. You were able to figure this out mainly due to the length of the beat down you received from Olivia shaking her ass on the dance floor.
Olivia had finally stumbled home and passed out in a drunken stupor without taking off any clothes, leaving you confined in her rear until just now.
You heard the sound of Olivia throwing up in the bathroom, evidently she was feeling the repercussions of her long night out drinking. Although, you suspected she had came off better than you, considering that you were the one laying as a sopping, stinking, crumpled thong in her hamper, along with all of the other articles of clothing that had recently been unfortunate enough to have been given the Herculean task of covering her ludicrous curves.
You had never thought your life would reach the point of sympathising with clothing, but to be honest while you had the usage license attached to your name, that’s basically all you were…
You soon heard the sound of the shower, and wished more than anything you could join her, but sadly you were resigned to lay in the hamper till you were inevitably taken to be washed like all of the other pieces of Olivia’s clothing.
Your gloomy thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door to the bedroom creaking open. You were faced away from it, so you couldn’t see, but it couldn’t be anyone but Mackenzie. Your suspicions were confirmed when you felt a hand roughly picking you up and lifting you from the hamper, till you were brought face to face with your nemesis. She looked slightly hung over, but not anywhere near as much as Olivia must have been.
She smirked when she saw the sorry state you were in, but didn’t say a word, instead choosing to drop you back into the hamper, before walking over to the bathroom door and knocking on it.
“Liv, I’m doing laundry, I’ll just take your hamper out just now,” she yelled to get Olivia to hear her over the sound of the shower, before crossing the room and grabbing the hamper with you inside, before leaving your bedroom.
You were brought to the small utility room that contained not much else other than a washer and dryer. Before dumping all of the contents of the hamper into the machine, she grabbed you and set you aside.
You watched as she effortlessly lifted the hamper and dumped all of its contents into the machine, then causing it to whir to life with the press of a button.
With her chore done, Mackenzie turned her attention to you.
“So she just straight up forgot about you, huh?” Mackenzie mocked you, knowing that you couldn’t answer her in your current state. “Gotta say, you made a much bigger impact on the night by tagging along as a thong than you would have as a man, I haven’t had that many free drinks since I was in college! But as much as having you on full display and reaping the benefits was great, Olivia was a little too focused on you until I got her drunk enough to just enjoy herself, and I don’t want to have to put that effort in every time we go out as a couple, so I think we need to make you just a little bit less obvious.”
She lifted you back up and then stuffed you into the back pocket of her jeans. You were sandwiched between the rough denim and the swell of her backside in a massively constricting environment.
She began to walk, each lift of her leg caused the denim to stretch, further constricting you against her plush backside. This process repeated for several minutes until you were suddenly flattened under her weight as she sat down. Felt the vibration of an engine revving to life, telling you that Mackenzie was driving somewhere.
Soon the vibrating stopped, and you once again felt the alternating pressure of Mackenzie walking.
You could heard activity and conversations all around you, clearly Mackenzie was in a public place.
Before you could figure out where you were, you felt Mackenzie’s fingers wrap around you and pull you free, before you were slapped down on hard, wooden surface.
“Hi, my friend has a usage license for her little boyfriend here, and she asked me to bring him for a little colour change,” Mackenzie side eyed you with a smirk as she spoke to the woman on the other side of the counter. “She’d like him dyed a bright, sparkly pink.”
You began to panic, and turned your attention to the middle aged seamstress who Mackenzie was talking to, hoping against the odds that she would notice your almost invisible, pleading eyes.
The blonde, bored looking store owned glanced down at you, before returning her attention to Mackenzie and replying:
1) “Bright, sparkly pink? No problem, come back in a few hours and he’ll be ready for your friend.” The shop owner has no qualms about dying you, nothing saves you.
2) “Bright, sparkly pink? No problem, but I’ve got a bit of a backlog so he won’t be ready till tomorrow.” The shop owner has no qualms about dying you, but there is another tiny thong being dyed pink in her back room, and she hands Mackenzie the wrong tiny when she returns the next day!
3) “Sorry, but if you’re not the holder of his license, you can’t make a change like that. She’d need to come down herself.” Mackenzie cannot dye you without Olivia’s permission, she returns to the apartment without achieving her goal.
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