Before Honda could disassociate too heavily reality came rushing back as Layla’s muscular body leans to reach down towards her. Trying again to scream Honda only manages to shudder the surface of the fabric slightly, however the large brunette doesn’t notice. Looking upwards Honda sees the pert curves of her freckled ass, and the small crop of hair settled over the toned mound of her sex hovering over her position.
The musky aroma of Layla’s athletic body washes over her, assaulting her senses with it’s spiced and sweaty scent.
“Oh god, she hasn’t even showered- what the fuck- what is going on, where am I?! Where is Sammy?! What’s going on? Why is- IS LAYLA HER ROOMATE- OH GOD NO. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!”
Honda screams frantically, internally to herself as she feels herself lifted by Laylas fingers, the huge girl smirking down towards the striped panties in her fingers as she casually begins to stretch the leg holes and waist band out and lifts her leg to step into them. The sweaty underside of her foot rubs across Honda’s fabric form and the heavy scent of her foot odor washes through her senses causing her to cough. Nearer to her womanhood now as she’s lifted and Layla’s legs spread apart as she raises one to step into the panties, Honda is given a full view and preview of her fate.
The brown-haired girl’s pussy and ass are spread wide above her for a moment, breathing a hot rush of sweaty, trapped air from her travels down over her. Bits of hair and a few droplets of acidic and salty sweat spatter down onto her form, stinging her eyes and nose as the pungent odor of Layla’s unwashed ass and sex spread through the air. To her horror, she hears the booming voice of the other girl cut through the silence around her, seemingly talking down towards her panty form, teasingly.
“Well, well, look at that, you’re just the right size- I guess despite her being thicker than me in some ways Sammy and I still wear the same size, huh? Aren’t you lucky little panties you get to spend some time with me for a while. Hope you don’t mind the sweat and the smell, I don’t keep myself quite as nice as miss prissy princess there- You’re just going to have to get used to it, I guess. I don’t intend on giving you back any time soon. Unless Sammy decides to pull my pants down and take you off me herself!”
Giggling at her own silly comments, and overall scheme Layla finishes pushing her foot through the leg hole of the panties and lets them drop to the ground. Honda lands with a soft thud atop her other foot and is forced to taste and smell the underside of her sole and toes as they force their way across and over her fabric body, pushing their way into and over her mouth to find their place in the second leg opening. Watching in a panic and unsure of what to do, Honda stares upwards at the shifting mound of Layla’s already glistening sex and the tight globes of her athletic ass cheeks as they flex, occasionally exposing the sweaty and unshaved rim of her anus far above.
Her huge body leans down grabbing the waistband portion of Honda’s form roughly and pinching it between her fingers, and the panty trapped girl feels herself being pulled up the somewhat moist, muscular legs of the tanned and freckled girl. Trying to scream, to pull away or escape somehow seems futile, as Honda is unable to even move, and she watches the sweaty ass and sticky flesh of her childhood bully’s pussy rush towards her face as she’s pulled up towards it, hearing Layla’s laughter echo through the bathroom around them.
She tries to scream for Sammy to save her, mixed with pleas for her to forgive her, as even as she looks on in horror as she’s forced into the tight, slickened space between Layla’s thighs- she feels herself again becoming overwhelmed with arousal as she stares at the athletic girls shifting cheeks and spreading wet lips. The brown hair cresting her pussy rubs against the fabric as the waistband is pulled into place and she feels her mouth pressing up against the moist surface of Layla’s sex.
She tries her best to seal her own mouth shut, to resist but is unable to, having little to no control of such functions in this form, and quickly feels the sweat, heat and odor of Layla’s pussy begin to seep into and through her, feeling it on her tongue and in her mouth. The freckled masses of her cheeks part like a toned gateway, as Honda’s eyes and nose are shoved directly into the superheated and greasy space, wet with her gathered sweat and the rancid scents flowing from within her body.
Her unshaved asshole is far muskier and strongly scented than Sammy’s perfumed backside, and Honda’s eyes burn as her nostrils fill with the perverse and offensive mixture of scents and moisture. Honda begins to internally sob to herself as she feels herself pulled even more tightly against the muscular girl’s body, her face wedged tightly up against her sex, and her nose shoved into the flexing wrinkled mass of her asshole as she lets the waistband snap loudly against her toned stomach and hips.
“Ah- there we go. Much better~ Now to get things ready for when Sammy gets back.”
Layla says to herself as she pulls her shorts and tank top on and walks back out into the main portion of the dorm room. Feeling a strange sensation as if the panties are gripping or shifting on her weird, she takes a moment to adjust herself, shoving her fingers down against their surface and pulling at the waistband till they’re in a more comfortable position tightly held in place against her. Satisfied she slaps at her own ass, staring at herself in the room’s mirror for a moment and appreciating her well built form for a moment before clearing her throat and throwing herself down into a chair trying her best to look busy on her phone for a few minutes.
Beneath the weight of her ass, pressed up against the pulsing, stinking form of her anus, Honda looks around the cramped and dimly lit space. Her mind reels with the possibilities of what could have happened for things to have ended up this way, for her to have ended up here- in this position but finds herself unable to reason or comprehend the situation even.
Emotionally overwhelmed she fights against the strange urge filling her body, an almost non-compulsory sort of need to stroke, sniff, and taste the flesh and fluids running across and through her fabric body. Against her better judgement she finds herself wanting so badly to suck at the sweat soaked and sexual fluid coated lips of Layla’s sex pressing against her mouth, and although she tries her best not to, she’s sucking in deep breaths of the dirty scented fog trapped within the space between her ass cheeks.
Her vision blurs and contorts as she tries her best to keep a hold of her cognizance, feeling more and more of the huge girl’s essence flowing into her body and inhaling her aroma with no reprieve. After what feels like hours however, a familiar voice can be heard in the distance as the door opens and somewhat steps into the room. A glimmer of hope flashes through Honda’s mind, although she’s not sure how she can possibly get her girlfriend’s attention trapped deep in the confines of her worst enemies running shorts as she is now.
“Woah- La- Layla?! Is that really you? Oh- my- god! Are you really my roommate?!” Sammy says as she enters the room and is surprised to see her old friend sitting at the desk posing triumphantly.
“Sure am- looks like they really know how to pick em around here, huh?” Layla says laughing as she stands up to greet Sammy, walking over she grasps the pale, dark haired girl in a rough embrace and the two hug for a moment before stepping away from one another to speak.
“Wow- I can’t believe it. What luck, we can have so much fun together here!” Sammy says giggling as she sets her things down on her bed and clasps her hands together excitedly as she turns back towards the other girl. Layla laughs for a moment as well, gesturing towards the bag of snacks already laying on the desk.
“Hell yeah, check it out, I knew you were gonna be back soon so I went ahead and got some of our favorite snacks together- it can be just like old after school snack timeeee!” Clapping her hands together Layla laughs, slamming back down onto her desk chair and spinning around before turning back to face Sammy.
“And by the way, may I say, you’re looking as beautiful as ever, look at you Ms. Serious school girl over here~” Layla says teasingly towards her as she offers her a drink.
“Oh, pfft, whatever, you’re just saying that. You’re looking good yourself too anyways you know, Ms. Award winning athlete~” Sammy says laughing as she takes the drink, smirking towards her as she sits down as well.
Honda feels the rough impact of Layla’s butt slamming down into the chair reverberate through her body and has little time to react as her nose is pressed tightly up against the surface of her asshole again. She feels herself becoming enraged as she listens to the two massive girls flirtatiously speak back and forth above her, Layla’s increasingly slickening sex beginning to seep a thin layer of sexual fluids across her mouth as her giant captor begins to become aroused.
“Sammy! Holy shit! Are you seriously falling for this stupid bitch’s bullshit right now! OH- MY GOD! WHAT ABOUT ME?! Does she even REMEMBER ME?! Ah- GOD. I’ve got to think- what can I even do… I guess if it was just Sammy here on her own right now, she probably wouldn’t even call me or anything till she got completely settled- like later on tonight, or tomorrow maybe. Oh jesus, but- what if she doesn’t remember- no she has to- I have to believe that she’ll figure it out somehow, I have to have hope. God, I fucking hate this though, why did it have to be Layla- of all people fucking Layla of all people- am I really going to have to sit here all night just listening to her flirt with my girlfriend while I’m forced to smell her dirty asshole and basically fucking drown in her dripping fluids over here?! SAMMY! SAMMY PLEASEEE!!”
Honda shivers in the dark space beneath Layla on the chair, crying out in a silent futile way towards her girlfriend only sitting a few feet away. Sammy chats happily with her old friend and new roommate, catching up as they eat snacks, but still can’t shake the feeling that she’d forgotten something this morning.
After a half hour or so she leans back in her chair, laughing at a joke Layla made and her hand presses down against the laundry on the bed, looking back at it casually her eyes suddenly narrow. Her mind goes into shock, racing as she realizes what she had forgotten, and she finds herself staring at the clothing unsure of what to say as Layla waits for her response to a comment she just made.
“I- uh- uh- I- Wow, I had completely forgotten-“ Sammy manages to stammer out as she looks up towards Layla’s smiling face, the freckled girl quickly interrupts her, pointing towards the clothes.
“Oh that? Don’t worry about it, I saw you had some dirty laundry when I came in, so I just went ahead and took care of it when I went and did mine, no big deal. That’s what friends are for, right?” She says with a playful slap on Sammy’s thigh as she takes another swig of her drink.
Sammy tries her best to keep her composure, searching through the stack for the pair of magically transformed panties, for Honda, and not seeing them. Realizing it’s going to seem weird if she’s too interrogative about them she searches her mind for the best way to approach the situation without seeming weird or suspicious to her newly reconnected friend.
“Oh- uhh… hey- you didn’t happen to find a pair of panties in here too, some striped ones? I think I was wearing those too?” She tries to approach the subject without drawing too much attention and just asks Layla casually about the “missing clothing” the most natural way she can think of.
Layla avoids her gaze for a moment, feeling the moistening fabric grasped between her cheeks and pressed under the slick surface of her sex against the chair. Feeling a devilish sense of mischief welling up within herself, she turns to face Sammy smirking and runs a hand over her hip.
“Oh yeah, those? I can see why you’d be concerned, they’re pretty comfortable~” Layla says teasingly, posing like an underwear model in her chair in front of Sammy. The pale girl’s face is frozen in shock for a moment, a heavy blush pierces through her stunned expression for a moment as she realizes she needs to keep her cool, trying to react as casually as possible.
“Oh- HAH, damnit are you serious, come on! That’s one of my favorite pairs!” She says trying to laugh as she looks up and down Layla’s muscular freckled body and sees the brightly colored waistband of the panties peeking out from her shorts. Sammy feels her heart sink as she realizes that she had forgotten about Honda, and now for at least the last hour or two she had been being worn by Layla, right in front of her.
“I hope you don’t mind, I figured you wouldn’t, just like old times, right? Remember how we used to always borrow clothing from each other? Look, they even still fit perfectly!” Layla laughs, standing up and gesturing her ass towards Sammy, pulling her shorts down enough to see the top portion of the panties stretched tightly across them and swallowed deep between her sweaty, toned cheeks.
Before Sammy can react, she finishes her motion with a loud slap across her own ass, continuing to laugh as she slams back into her seat. For a moment as the light fills the dim space, Honda is able to perceive outside of the shorts while they’re pulled down and looks directly into the worried looking face of Sammy as she stares at Layla’s panty covered ass. Then, just as quickly as the glimpse of her possible savior appears, it’s covered by the shorts again and she feels herself falling back down, smashed beneath the weight of the musky, compressing flesh of Layla’s backside and womanhood once more.
“What do you think, looks pretty good on me huh? Well, probably not as cute as they do on you though…” Layla finishes before taking another bite of her snack, giggling.
“Oh- uh- haha, yeah, they look great on you. Just, ya know, try to actually ASK next time before you take my stuff jeeze. I… guess you can just borrow them for now, just make sure not to loose them and give them back tomorrow, OKAY? Promise?” Sammy says as confidently as she can, trying to keep her cool, her voice wavering a bit out of concern for Honda at the end of her statement.
“What? It’s just underwear- I mean, yeah sure, okay. I promise? Jeeze, you don’t have to be weird about it. Anyways, I got some other stuff for us to do as well alongside these snacks you know. You remember- THESE?!” Layla reaches down beside the desk and pulls out a small stack of video cases, tossing them at Sammy’s desk beside her laptop.
“Oh man, Witch Fight, seriously? You even got all the sequels, we didn’t even have part 7 when we watched them before.” Sammy laughs as she looks at the nostalgic pile of magical battle girl anime blu-rays, feeling a bit relieved as she realizes at least she can probably keep Layla around the room for the night and doesn’t have to worry about her going far.
As the two begin to chatter with each other about the old series and Layla suggests popping in one of the discs to watch while they eat, Sammy eventually takes a moment to lean behind her. Doing her best during the loud intro music of the video beginning to whisper as quietly as she can towards Layla’s backside.
“I’m so sorry babe, you’re going to have to just deal with this for now- I- I’ll figure out some way to get you back later, just uhh… Just hang tight for now- It’ll be okay I promise!” She says quickly before Layla turns around looking at her oddly leaning over her ass.
“Woah, hey, Sammy if you want to check out my butt that bad you could just ask you know~” Layla says standing to her full height before the dark haired girl and pushing her ass back towards her, smirking in the light of the screen.
“I-I wasn’t- well-“ Sammy realizes there isn’t much she can say that isn’t going to make her sound even weirder if she doesn’t just play it off now. “Well, maybe if it wasn’t so in my face, I wouldn’t be so distracted by it, huh?” She says laughing casually and slapping Layla’s ass as she pushes her back into her seat, out of the way of the TV.
“Now come on, sit down we have like 5 hours of Witch Fight to watch!” She follows up the surprised looking Layla’s rough landing in the chair with a cheerfully loud announcement.
Layla seems to buy it, smiling and shoving another handful of snacks into her mouth and sitting cross legged in her chair as she happily stares at the television screen. Sammy nervously glances towards her crotch here and there, trying her best to sense anything from Honda, but eventually finds herself distracted by the events on the screen, after all she hadn’t actually seen Witch Fight 5 yet.
Deep beneath Layla’s body, in the steamy depths of her running shorts, Honda felt her body stretched to its limits. Layla’s toned thighs and ass sitting cross legged pulled the fabric of her body tightly against her dripping sex and she felt the fluids making their way into her mouth no matter how she tried to resist. As the huge girl began to get more and more excited by the events on the screen, she began to have to swallow the signs of her arousal as it flowed from between her lower lips and spilled out onto her fabric face and mouth.
The fabric making up her eyes and nose were now pulled tightly into the crevice between her cheeks, and as Layla jostled and moved excitedly on the chair her nose was rubbed against, over and pushed into the quivering, greasy flesh of her asshole and the sweaty skin surrounding it. The heat and pungent presence of the athletic girl’s body was overpowering, and the rough sensation of her hairy mound and the area around her asshole rubbing against the fabric was coating Honda’s body in a layer of her filth.
Unable to scream, shout or protest, Honda began to give in, to become overwhelmed by the essence of the girl coating and covering her. Feeling abandoned by Sammy, and unable to cry despite her best efforts, with nothing else to do as she starts to lap at Layla’s sweaty pussy, pushing her nose deeper into the mound of wet flesh making up her twitching anus. Feeling the huge body pushing down on her shiver in response she feels herself renewed somehow, the strange urge to please her wearer becoming stronger as she lets go of herself somewhat.
As the action on the screen begins to heat up, Sammy and Layla share a bowl of popcorn, sitting close in their chairs while their hands graze across each other in between handfuls of snacks. Layla feels herself becoming increasingly aroused, a strange sensation between her legs as the panties rub up against her just right. Enjoying the movie, she begins to unconsciously grind herself against the chair beneath herself, forcing her pussy over Honda’s mouth and squeezing her face into the depths of her ass.
Sammy hears the motions in the chair and looks over, noticing Layla’s grinding movements and how she’s pushing her ass down against the chair, she blushes, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and jealously as she realizes what’s happening.
“Well, I thought these two couldn’t stand each other, but look at that. I guess she’s just fine for now after all- hmph.” She thinks to herself as she refocuses back on the movie, slightly angry seeing her girlfriend clearly stimulating her ex in such a way. She decides she doesn’t need to worry about Honda for now, at least based on how Layla is reacting.
The fight scene continues on scene, leading to a rather lewd climax where both the heroines are grappling with each other semi-exposed. Sammy leans over in her chair, resting herself against Layla’s shoulder and looking down towards the place where her legs meet, smirking as Layla gasps, blushing heavily at the sudden sensation of her touch. Saying nothing they quietly continue enjoying the movie, as Layla’s ass and hips continue to grind against the chair occasionally.
Honda’s trapped fabric body clings in the hot space beneath her, pressed against her wet sex and musky asshole, now dutifully lapping at her body, and huffing her scent. Her sight and senses are dizzied and disoriented, overwhelmed with arousal and giving in to the sensation of needing to act as a pleasurable piece of clothing. Her entire being beginning to become conditioned by her magically altered form, becoming devoted to absorbing the sweat and filth of and pleasing the body of her wearer.