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Enjoying her boyfriend- part one (a panty tf story)
🕑 Added 2021-06-29 20:40:12 +0000 UTCEnjoying Her Boyfriend
Every one of Jon’s senses felt muffled, as if being smothered by a pillow. Thinking he was trapped in some dreamlike twilight state, he attempted to open his eyes widely, instead finding an uncanny numbness. Seemingly suspended in some infinite void, he felt his heart rate rise in nervousness, but nothing moving within his chest. Trying to struggle, to move any of his muscles, he found himself completely motionless. Not even the suggestion of the slightest twitch.
A pulse of violating nervousness coursed over him. His thoughts now growing more panicked, he thought that he may still be dreaming, but he had never experienced any hallucination while so lucid before. As his concern grew, he retraced his steps in his mind. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his hotel room after a long day vacationing in Korea. Now so confused, he didn’t know if this current experience was sleep paralysis or a kidnapping.
“H-hello?” He spouted, resulting in an extremely bizarre sensory experience. His “chest” exploded in surprise as his vocalization almost appeared to be spoken back to him. As he spoke, it was as if he were simply thinking extremely loudly. Still shrouded in darkness, he expressed the internal desire to lick his lips, but no lips were to be found. It was as if he were simply an incorporeal mass floating within a vast open space.
In spite of this, he did feel a strange form of distension on one side of his body. As if his skin were being stretched. It wasn’t a painful sensation, but it was extremely apparent, even as he laid still.
With no concept of time, Jon immediately lost track of it. With no idea if he were in this semi-conscious state for minutes or hours, he ruminated upon his current situation and what could possibly be going on. Thinking that he may be in some kind of coma clinging on to a last stubborn thread of consciousness after a freak accident or on the verge of death on an operating table, Jon’s attitude grew grim. He did have misgivings about visiting a foreign country on his own, but he had never thought that it’d result in such a dire situation. Thinking upon the constant warnings given to him by his girlfriend before the trip, he felt as though he wished to melt into the space around him. He should have listened to her.
Now experiencing a gripping sensation within his chest, he was made to reckon with his own mortality. How would Fay react to a tragedy like this? The idea of his girlfriend suffering because of him, even if it was beyond his control, forced him to feel the need to cry. No tears came.
An abrupt blast of light burst through Jon’s line of vision. In the split second of total blindness, before he got used to the light, he felt his body dangle both above and below him. A tingling jolt of horror coursed through him as he, shockingly, was compelled to “recalibrate” how his own body spoke to him. Alien sensations replaced the familiar comfort of skin. He could not tell where his limbs started or ended. Distinctly dangling from two points of pressure, he felt as though his mouth were torn wide open, far wider than it should be, exposing his tongue to open air.
Wanting to choke and cry, he let out a long shriek as his vision regained its clarity. As he felt the need to breathe, he let out another surprised yelp as he felt no expansion in his chest. Jon, now in a delirious panic, wished to close his eyes, but again felt no lids. Taking in his new environment, he found himself looking around a boutique clothing store specializing in women’s underwear. A forest of racks with panties of all types were aligned in a pattern of near-laser precision. The entire establishment had an uncanny, dark feeling to it in spite of the colors being bright and inviting.
Somehow able to shift his focus, he found that the building he was being dangled within appeared tremendous. The walls were canyonesque, the displays looking so large they seemed to be growths in some kind of otherworldly landscape. Nausea overtook him as he looked down upon himself.
Instead of the familiar, pale expanse of his own nude body he instead found a flat field of soft, grey fabric. A hangover-like sensation grew over Jon as he observed the frills sewn into the lining of the fabric. Stunned by the magnitude of his realization, Jon could almost physically feel his own sanity shatter as he saw that the fabric was his. Dropping his consciousness into a complete panic, he shrieked as loudly as he could as he looked upon the doily-like frills, his mind interpreting them as though they were his own body. His proprioception - his sense of body positioning and movement - twisted into what Jon felt was a mockery of his own form.
Where his fingertips should be, he experienced a tangled web of a textile matrix. Needing to grit his teeth, he found that everything was instead frozen in place, subject to the whim of whomever was holding him.
“Please! Help me!” He screamed as he saw an immense face before him. An older Korean woman with a kind-seeming face. Jon couldn’t help but gaze upon her, looking at her face in slow detail. The first person he had seen since being subject to this phenomenon, he begged for any help, or even acknowledgement as a human being. Still screaming, he found that he was emitting no real sound, only echoing his own thoughts back at himself.
The tremendous woman now holding him grinned, spoke a few words in Korean, and traipsed over to one of the clothing displays. With two tight snaps, Jon found himself hung nearly upside-down by a rather strong piece of plastic. Staring around, he saw hundreds, if not thousands of other pairs of women’s underwear that were being displayed just like him. How common was this?
With a view outside, Jon could do literally nothing but dangle there with no ability to affect his surroundings. Seeing the light level shift, he figured he’d have been there for several hours at the very least. Thinking upon himself, he found no sensation of emptiness within his “torso” - no hunger nor thirst. Even the hint of those happening in the future felt somehow impossible to Jon, it was as though he were incapable of even remembering how they felt. Likewise with going to the bathroom. Instead of feeling any bodily sensation, he felt the soft touch of fabric against fabric.
A great sense of unease jolted through Jon as he noticed various women enter the store to make purchases, sometimes giggling as they did so. Feeling a pulse of warmth where he felt his chest should be, he couldn’t help but want to vomit in response to his situation. Not wanting to think towards the future, that he’d inevitably be purchased by some stranger, he thought back to Fay. She would have inevitably tried calling right then. Several hours with no contact would have obviously made her worried. His heart sank as he thought of her frantically calling and texting him over and over again.
The world fading away as he focused upon his inner world it was as though a cold bucket of water had been tossed upon his soul. A young woman was leaning forward, smiling at him. Wanting to retch as he watched her stretch her arm forward, he felt every single fiber of his being wish to flee as her soft fingertips came into contact with his soft surfaces. Her fingers pinched the bottom of the pair of underwear and rubbed his front against his rear. His sense of self was now imbued within countless interwoven fabrics, as that textile rubbed against itself, Jon felt as though his internal organs were being physically tickled. With no control over how he was touched, he couldn’t press against this woman as she quickly unclipped him from the display and walked him to the front.
As the woman carried him, he sensed the still air of the establishment waft over and, to his shock, through him. Now composed entirely of cotton, he could sense his own porosity, sucking in the essence of the woman’s warm palm sweat. Inhaling her perfume, he wished with all his might to fly away, but he remained both frail and limp as the exchange occurred above. Too large to reach or interact with, the jutting of the stranger’s arms appeared dangerous and strange to his tiny mind.
With a bubbling fear now simmering in his chest, he felt himself become quickly crumpled up into a disjointed position as the woman hastily shoved him into her handbag. Again submerged in darkness, the rhythm of the woman’s steps sent waves of nausea through him.
The harsh scent of gum wrappers and old bottles of makeup compounded Jon’s feeling of inner sickness. Still feeling the need to vomit, Jon’s focus upon his own misery caused his voyage to feel as though it passed by quickly. Each time he was thrust back into the light, his “Eyes” felt a burst of soreness, as if someone flashed a camera right in front of his face. As he found himself surrounded by a room of a different color, he began to feel a sickening, sinking tingle within his chest. As he watched the stranger toss her bag to the side and turn towards him, Jon wished his consciousness would truly end. Knowing what he was and what he was going to be used for, he felt so bereft of dignity that only the clinging thoughts of Fay kept him from cracking in despair.
Leering the young woman, he saw she was pale, obviously a local, and had straight, shiny dark brown hair. With his back on the bed, he couldn’t help but tell how seductive her stare was. His chest now sinking further, he wished to crawl away as he watched her unbutton her shorts. The long, low rumble of the zipper sent shockwaves of panic through his mind, which he suppressed through great effort. Staring at her pale skin as she peeled back her shirt with thin, nimble fingers, Jon knew he was in her complete control. Whatever she wished was going to happen was going to happen.
As he gazed upon the woman hooking her panties down off of her waist, he couldn’t help but stare at the very crotch he knew he was going to be pressed up against. Bare and exposed before him was an unshaven bush of coily black hairs. Unhooking her bra, letting her medium-sized breasts fall freely with a subtle jiggle, the stranger placed a finger on her lower lip as she let it fall to the ground.
The tempest of disgust and fear swirling within Jon’s mind was compounded by a sense of rage against this stranger. He was obviously helpless and, in his vulnerable state, she elected not only to use him, but to tease him while doing so. No one normally strip-teased for their own underwear.
His world twisted as the woman quickly picked him up. Feeling the air gush through him, he saw her tremendous pale legs fly by him, looking like barkless tree trunks. The sense of wrongness flooded through him as he saw her long, perfect feet planted below him. As the first ankle passed through his leg-hole, the sensitivity on the inside of the lining was far greater than he’d expected.
As her other foot was placed into the other hole, Jon wanted to wince as the surfaces touching the woman’s calves picked up every tiny tactile sensation over her legs. Every tiny hair, every smooth spot, every imperfection. It was as if her tongue were sliding along her legs as she lifted him upwards.
Staring into the crack between her legs, Jon kept repeating “No! No! Please! No!” even as he got so close, he could feel her body warmth emanate from her crotch. As he passed her knees, he could feel the rippling texture at her joint. Tasting her sweat, he felt strangely expanded as the leg holes slightly spread to accommodate her attractive, long thighs.
The scent of feminine odor mixed with salty sweat reached Jon’s face. As he found himself inches from a stranger’s intimate area, he cracked. If he had a corporeal form, he’d be thrashing as wildly as he possibly could. Every single atom of energy within Jon’s soul wished to break free, to push away from this woman, to scream at her to stop.
A salty, but clean vaginal flavor leaking all over his tongue was the first sensory input he experienced that signified contact with the woman’s underside. As he felt his waistband expand before snapping back over her skin, Jon was immediately overwhelmed with a feverish sense of repulsion. He felt as though he had somehow eaten ten times what he could otherwise do. As his fabric form stretched to fit the shape of the woman’s crotch and ass, Jon could sense himself essentially become that shape. He wished, with all of his being, that he could spit out the fluid leaking from above, the goo simply continued to pour, soaking into the cracks within his woven form.
Coils of pubic hair caressed and, sometimes, poked directly into his body. With no discernible “skin,” it felt as though the hairs were painlessly impaling him, carrying the stranger’s odor with them. As the woman posed in front of the mirror, the shape of her vaginal lips and ass crack became more familiar to Jon. Cocking her hips, the woman ran her fingers along his body and asked him “Are you surprised?”
Jon screamed “Help me! Help me, you crazy bitch! Help!” All other thoughts escaped him. Now fully trapped within a primal panic mode, he felt as though he were trapped under a fallen tree or cornered by lions. His only desire was to escape.
A cruel twist colored the expression on her pink lips. “Look at you,” she continued, speaking English in a thick Korean accent. “You’re stuck up against my pussy. Nothing you can do to stop me.”
Her fingers continued to run softly along her waist. As she reached forward, Jon could feel her left pointer finger run over her mons, pressing the mass of coiled pubic hair against his “skin.” Now sliding over her clitoris, he felt his body swirl against the wet, fleshy nub as she kept teasing.
“I could cum all over you right now.” Jon wanted to retch as she kept up her harassment. “Can you imagine being up against my cunt all day?” She slid her finger past her pussy lips, pressing Jon into her taint. “But soon you won’t have to.”
“Please. Please, just let me go. Just let me go.”
“Just let you go?”
A thundering crash shocked Jon as he felt the woman’s finger continue to caress his tiny form. Had she just responded?
“I’ve decided it’d be more fun if I could hear your reactions.”
With those words, his true torture began.
To be continued...
