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EC III-VI: Mono Extended
🕑 Added 2024-03-31 15:50:00 +0000 UTC
Charlotte and Christine met at a pool party, both pretending to hit on the same guy, but their eyes were locked onto each other the entire time. Weirded out, the guy left, and the girls were able to expand their instant chemistry.
Lottie was a tall, strong gym regular that loved new experiences, and she eagerly dove into the relationship with tiny Tina. A few first sleepovers went crazy good, but a few next were more of the same. Lottie seemed unbothered by that, but Tina was convinced that she would leave her any day now — unless things were spiced up.
***
They entered Tina’s bedroom already naked, with lights dimmed and speakers infusing the room with quiet brushes of suggestive instrumentals. To Charlotte’s puzzling, there were two sets of underwear on the bed. “Yes, this is Enchanted. Make sure to check out that fabric of theirs. Yes. It can take us places.”
Adding to Lottie’s intrigue, Christine then snatched the bodice and the panties out of her hands, inviting to take hers. It seemed too small at first, while Tina was falling out of her new pair, but she was first to have her size adjusted. Then, Lottie was also able to fit inside, but the order of it happening... something was strange.
“We registered them the opposite way. Now it is time to become each other’s wet dream, isn’t it?” “I love you.” — Lottie said and engaged in a kiss of rapid warmup. Each of the two felt their underwear morph into something from the deep sex fantasies of the other — and neither of them knew what it would be in advance, adding to the head-spinning thrill.
The lacy fabric liquidized to stretch over their bodies, into two swimsuits. Predictably. Then tights ran down their legs, but Tina took it further and sent the nylon-like Enchanted essence down Lottie’s arms as well. What really kicked things off was that vibration in their panties. Almost simultaneous, it locked their eyes together and got stronger as their pussies got closer to each other.
Whatever followed couldn’t be stopped, neither one would dare leave sculpting of their dream lover unfinished. Lottie was bigger, and stronger, and was dominant in bed, and yet her fit was pinkier and girlier by the second. A rubber cap covered her head, and silly inflatable sleeves grew on her upper arms. Her feet were arched like never before, as unnecessarily high heels strapped themselves onto them.
Long leathery sleeves ran down Tina’s arms and then fingers, decorated by heavy bracelets. Her neck was encased in a collar and her waist — in a fitted belt, and the thigh high boots designed for her were shiny, and tight, and flat — all to make her look even tinier than she was.
Finally, a gag snapped over Tina’s mouth. This was a big, big “no”, but protesting coherently in the midst of an orgasm would be near impossible even with an unobstructed mouth.
***
Of course, it complicated things outside of bedroom. Talkative Tina lost her voice and her job in the call center, and nothing she did to get rid of that all too effective black gag was of any effect. At least a simple face mask was already enough to make her look merely “alternative”.
Sporty Lottie, on the other hand, had it a little rougher, despite keeping her voice. Screaming pink rubber cap, these demented sleeves and being stuck 24/7 in 6 inch heels she wouldn’t ever try on by herself could not look normal under any circumstances. Yes, she knew the rules and yes, the nights with her own biker bitch were never going to get boring, but... she left anyway. Or, rather, tried to.
Christine read her hastily written goodbye text without surprise. She knew they would end up there either way. So she added an “insurance” beforehand. Their panties were monogamous. Exposure to each other would send the wearers flying, but their deep, smooth embrace prevented orgasm any other way, with any other person.
Tina left her door open and, no more than two days later, her favorite dolly entered her bedroom again to tower over her. Was she mad? Was she clueless? Did it even matter to her if it was her fault or not? “I’m tired, baby. I want you to fuck me forever.” Tina moved towards her eternal love, and they became one again. They were fated to love each other and no one else — and nothing could change that anymore.
