This choice: You... can't think too clearly. Just keep licking • Go Back...Chapter #8*Toilet stuff* Yasmines break by: teniko   Yasmine burst through the bathroom door, barely holding in a belch as she wandered over towards the mirrors. She grinned at her sweaty face, still as cute as ever.
"Fuck, I look hot today" She smirked, slipping into the stall. Her foot swung backwards to kick closed the door.
You barely registered what was going on until she attempted to peel your battered body from the stinking ass crack. Your eyes rolled back ass she let rip another fart, you felt something else splatter onto your tongue that sent shudders down your spine. You looked up towards Yasmine as she looked down with disappointment, trying to tug you off.
"Damn it, get off already-" She winced, wiggling her hips while tugging. Your body slowly sliding out from her, your mind slowly coming into play as panic set in. You couldn't do too much though as the giant girl slammed her ass onto the toilet, your body weakly sliding in place. "Whatever- I was planning on wrecking them anyway... this place has spares..." She sighed, not feeling your struggles as she slipped out her phone.
Nervously you gazed up at her asshole, flexing infront of you. If it had only been someone else, anyone else. Still, your heart beat a little faster, your fetish slipping past reason.
PRRRRRRT
That was your braking point, as excited as you were, you were fairly sure this was the limit for you.
Struggling to form into something else, you found that her hips stopped you from fully reforming. Her anus flexed again, releasing a puff of wind.
"Ah... this is going to be bad..." Yasmine spoke up above, wiggling slightly. Thinking quickly, you attempted to use your powers to form a mouth to get her attention. Maybe you could come up with an excuse... but... you might also never have this opportunity again...
While you're conflicted, you hear something calming. 'Hmm hm hm hm hn n hnn-' A distant hum up above formed. You felt your heart racing, finally forming a mouth. It took a lot of focus to even maintain it, your body seemed more comfortable as a thong for this outrageous girl.
"Y-YASMINE! Stop! P-please! No more! I can't!" You cried out, attempting to beg, "I somehow turned into a thong! And-"
Shit, spewed out- blocking your mouth as your entire body was blasted downwards. Swallowing and trying to yell again, your body was quickly overpowered and silenced.
Yasmine bobbed her head, her headphones firmly in her ears as she destroyed her thong. She continued to hum, grunting occasionally.
A few of your yells reached her, but, the idea of someone transforming into a thong was alien to this world. Turning into an object was impossible, plus, who would turn into a thong at this place? Who would have the heart to turn anyone into one?
So, the oblivious girl did the natural thing, turned up her volume and assumed someone was having a rough time on the toilet. Either that or they smelt what she was doing, wouldn't be the first time she emptied a public bathroom. The girl above grinned, noticing your friend counts on your social media had almost hit it's all time low.
"AHHHHH!! Stop" You tried to yell more, but the shit was too intense. Your eyes rolled back as it overflowed over your battered body into the bowl below. A strong mix of regret, embarrassment and some confusing guilty pleasure quite literally blasted through you as you felt your mind go numb.
Your mouth now totally full as your body attempted to return you back to your thong state. It reached a point where the shit wasn't even moving, your body had been pulled down to it's limit and all you could feel was a steadily increasing weight. Your straps somehow weakly held onto your owners waste for dear life as it became more and more strained. You felt yourself semi passout, barely focused and twitching within the horrific confinement.
Plop
...
...
Yasmin gave a small sigh, leaning forward as she leant forward to piss. Her eyebrow raised slightly as she noticed the thong still covering her pussy lips like it was vacuum packed. Her finger lazily tried to slide it out of the way for a moment before giving up, letting her bladder flow through the battered thong.
"Finally..." She sighed, glancing over at the empty toilet paper roll, "Great... whatever... man, what did they make these thongs with? Fuckin, actually kinda impressed it hasn't totally broken yet... makes me feel like I'm doing a bad job though- haha" She grinned awkwardly getting up to examine her work.
The straps on her thong attempted to pull her back down again as the back half of the underwear was buried under the full load currently stinking up the toilet.
Raising her eyebrows slightly, she pressed the flush, feeling the thong tug a few times as she held her ground.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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