Spite (Inanimate Panties TF)

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Congratulations~! Congratulations on becoming my dark-coloured, lacy panties. ‘Course, you didn’t know what hit you when I added TF Powder to your drink. Are you hot down there? Hope you like the smell, ‘cause panties don’t get to complain. What’s it like, having no more arms or legs to move around, reduced to a tiny inanimate piece of clothing no one would ever recognize your old (starting now) identity from? Is the body heat of my crotch making you uncomfortable? Good.

Ah-ah-ah! This is permanent as soon as I put you in the wash. You ought to be glad I have good personal hygiene, because you’re never getting near my sisters again, though you might reek after a long, hot day. Stretching you over my butt is a much better position for you. After seeing your attitude, it’s good for all of us. Great for me, honestly. No more arguing from you. Panties don’t talk. I wear you. I control you.

And you called me a useless idiot too. Remember calling me the dumb one? Maybe you’re right. Maybe I will forget which identical pair of black panties are you, then. Maybe I will forget to do laundry and leave you stuck in my scent. Maybe I will stretch you out as I walk everywhere, and sit so ruthlessly you get pulled up my ass and pussy. Think all you want, you can’t speak, you’re stuck to my tights, and you’ll be accumulating my sticky sweat and grime underneath this skirt. If I forgot where I put you, consider it a treat if I masturbate and squirt over your fabric self in bed.

Who knows, let’s see how far down you go. Have fun, you scum.

Art Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/84446958

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