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Girlfriend Problems (Booty Shorts TF)
🕑 Added 2022-01-17 20:12:19 +0000 UTCShe can wear what she wants. And who she wants.
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“You can’t wear those to the concert! They’re far too revealing.”
“Fuck! You’ve said that 10 times! You don’t control me!”
Tired of fighting with your girlfriend, you turn around to apologize. Locking eyes with her, you don’t even get a moment to open your mouth before she snaps her fingers.
Your world goes black. When you open your eyes, you see your girlfriend looking down at you, and you open your mouth to ask what happened. You can’t.
“Hey! I’ve decided that I’m wearing the booty shorts to the concert… with or without you.”
You begin trying to get up, only to realize that you can’t move your limbs, nor your head. You’re just forced to stare up at your girlfriend while she’s monologuing. Does she know that you can’t speak or move?
“But… since you spent all that money on the tickets for us, I’m taking you with me. Only, as my shorts; and I’m giving your ticket to Monica! Aren’t I such a good girlfriend?”
You begin panicking, mentally screaming at her to turn you back, to set you free. But she couldn’t hear you, or maybe she just didn’t give a shit. Either way, she steps her legs in each of your leg holes, your blue booty shorts form indistinguishable from any other piece of her extensive wardrobe.
Her hands grapple onto you and you slide up her legs, eventually stretching over her thick, tan thighs you used to love so much. You reach her massive ass, the middle of you being eaten up by the two fatty mounds of flesh. Essentially being a wedgie, you’re incredibly uncomfortable, not to mention how worse it got when she started moving. Her ass bounces around and stretches you out with every movement.
“Oh my god, babe! You look so good on me!” she says as paces around excitedly, before slapping her ass in the mirror. She must know how much suffering you’re enduring.
“Anyways, I’m going to pick up my bestie, so just hang tight! I’ll try not to sweat too much while I’m dancing, but I can’t make any promises!”
Her ass bounces around you as she struts out to the car, obviously trying to make you suffer. Your girlfriend’s entire weight drops on you as she sits down, and you endure it all. This is what you are now, just another piece of clothing, one that shows off her perfect ass to all the guys.
You’d find out later on that night during all her dancing, that they notice. Your now-sweaty form was groped, grinded on, and slapped all night. Feeling your girlfriend throwing it back on some guy’s hard cock, you begin to hate your life.
She leads him by the hand out of the concert, and you slowly realize your now-ex girlfriend wasn’t going to change you back.
Ever.
