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Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Erotica · #1112478

Angered a magical gypsy woman and she has cast a spell changing you into various objects

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Chapter #5

thigh master

    by: Anakin Solo Author IconMail Icon
As the eggs simmer on your…face Harriet is moving you over to a smaller and hotter stove top. As the eggs blister around you, you hear her humming completely oblivious to your torment, thank god it wasn’t hurting too much but still it was not comfortable to any extent. Just then as the eggs are being flipped over you feel yourself being pushed, but not physically, more…

You are aware that you are now somewhere else. It is dark and quiet. Oh man, where am I now? Maybe listening worked and I got out of that situation. Good so now I just have to figure out what to do here…Where ever here is. It doesn’t take long however because you feel thumping through the floor, or you think it is the floor, your sense of up and down is way off, probably because you don’t have an inner ear anymore. Then to the side of your vision light spills in as something is lifted up, like a curtain or something. You feel what at the moment would be your lower back being grabbed and pulled out. You are being dragged into the light and for the first time get a look at yourself. You are…you can’t tell what you are. You have curved bars going on either side of you and your face is in the middle or so you surmise. There is black foam or padding on the bars to either side of you. What the hell is this?

You try to get a look at who you are with but the voice gives it away before you can see who it is. “ALLY, HAVE YOU SEEN JAMES THIS MORNING?” “NO MOM.” “HMM…” Oh shoot it was your mom, this can’t be good. You look around the room; yup it was your mom’s room. Okay so you must have been under the bed what are under the bed? You try to thing but don’t have to for long. Your mom is carrying you and you get a glimpse into a mirror on her wall. She is dressed in a formfitting leotard and you as far as you can tell are something in the shape of a bowtie. Wait a second you’ve seen these things before, on the TV. You’re some sort of thigh master or something.

Just then you’re dumped on the floor and get a good view of looking up at your mom. She is patting her thighs. She doesn’t look happy. “THE THINGS A WOMAN HAS TO GO THROUGH TO GET A MAN…WELL BEST GET RID OF THESE LOVE HANDLES.” It doesn’t take a genius to know where this is going. Megan gets on the ground and places her huge…huge to you…thighs on either side of you making you feel so small. Then your face or head or what ever is the joint for the bars is placed right next to her pelvis. Oh gross. She then starts squeezing her huge legs together encompassing you in her flesh. Then Release and SQUEEZE and release. You keep feeling yourself clamped closed and then released as your mom keeps pumping you over and over and over. Sweat is permeating her leotard and coming on to you, why is she doing this you think when you’re not cringing at being pressed against your mom’s privets? She already looks good, but then it hits you…she does this to look good for others. Talk about low self esteem. Is this was Sara goes through too you wonder thinking of your hot friend.

After about thirty more squeeze and releases you feel yourself changing again.

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1. You're in your aunts house

2. you are a gardening tool for your nextdoor neighbor

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