It was a perfectly normal day in mid-October when it happened. I was hanging out with my girlfriend Lacey after a long day at our community college. We were walking back to our dorm room when I noticed the lamp almost out of sight behind a tree, the red and black metal standing out against the surrounding greenery. On a whim, I picked it up so I could have it appraised later. It looked a bit dirty, so I tried to rub off some of the dirt. Imagine our surprise and delight when the grey-skinned genie suddenly appeared before our eyes!
"Greetings, young mistresses," the genie began, the term 'mistresses' making the two of us giggle lightly to each other. "You have done well to find my lamp. I will grant you one wish."
"Wait, only one?" Lacey asked, confused that we weren't getting three wishes each.
"Yes, one," the genie replied, seemingly mildly annoyed. "And that's one wish for both of you to make together. I have been found my many recently, and I have not had the chance to recharge my powers." To me, it looked like he was making up an excuse, but I wasn't going to question him. Who knows what he could do to us if we pissed him off.
Lacey and I looked at each other, already knowing what our wish would be. Our relationship was fairly secret, our respective families not being overly accepting of anything LGBTQ+. My highly bigoted parents didn't even like the fact that I was friends with someone who wasn't white, so how would they react if they they found out I, their own daughter Scarlet, was dating a girl of Vietnamese descent? Looking into each other's eyes, Lacey and I made our most heartfelt wish.
"We wish we could be together forever!" we said in perfect unison. There was absolutely no way THAT wish could be taken the wrong way!
The genie looked thoughtful. "Hmm... Out of curiosity, what are your names, mistresses?" he asked.
"Uh, Scarlet and Lacey?" I answered, suddenly nervous. Why would he need to know our names to grant our wish?
He smiled, rather more sinister than I would have liked. "What gorgeous names. Makes my job a lot easier, too. Hope you enjoy your new lives!" He snapped his fingers, and everything went black.
"You'll certainly be together forever," his voice floated through our minds. "You might not like what that entails..."
I woke up, but that didn't mean I could see anything. In fact, it didn't feel like I opened my eyes at all. Actually, did I even have eyes at all? Why did my body feel so weird? And where was Lacey?
'Ugh, what happened?' I heard my girlfriend's voice in my mind. So we could communicate through telepathy now. 'Where am I?'
'Lacey! Where are you?' I thought out to her. 'I can't move, and it's dark everywhere.'
'Scarlet!' I could hear the relief in her voice, although still laced with panic. 'I can't see anything either, and... WHY AM I PARALYZED?!?'
'Would you quiet down Lacey?! We're talking in our minds, you don't have to shout!'
'Sorry babe...' Lacey replied sincerely, her voice still wavering with fright. Her anxiety wasn't going to make this easy on her.
'Alright Lace, let's focus,' I said, trying to sound comforting. 'Can you feel anything? Maybe that'll give us some clues.'
'Umm... I guess there's something soft touching me... is it above or below me... I can't really tell... Fuck, my body feels so weird...' Interestingly, what she was saying perfectly matched what I was feeling. It was like we were in the exact same place.
'Okay, I'm feeling the same things, so we must be pretty close to each other,' I told her, knowing that knowledge would probably help her mental state.
'Also, I feel... flat?' she continued. 'Is that what this feeling is? How would I know what feeling flat is like? Don't answer that,' she quickly added, knowing full well I liked teasing her about her rather small chest. Good, she's cracking jokes at least...
'Well, I feel flat too, whatever that means,' I said, just happy Lacey's mood seemed to be improving regardless of whatever potentially horrific situation we were in.
'AHHH! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?' Lacey screamed suddenly, reacting to the thumping noises somewhere near us, getting louder as they approached our location. Her screaming continued as our location suddenly shifted, and light flooded into our eyes. 'WHY THE FUCKING GIANTESS AND she's kinda hot actually...' Classic Lacey, freaking out about things before noticing an attractive person. I couldn't see what she was seeing, but I definitely felt the enormous fingers grab my... leg? Arm? Fuck, I couldn't make heads or tails of my body, but the giant fingers lifted me out of what turned out to be an underwear drawer. How was I small enough to fit inside a drawer, and how was Lacey apparently going through the exact same things I was while seeing a giant attractive woman?
Then my vision swung around, and a lot of things suddenly made more sense. There she was, a gigantic Hispanic woman holding me by the... uh, appendage... and Lacey complained that her vision wasn't facing the giantess anymore. It was clear to me now that Lacey and I weren't exactly human anymore, and we were somehow sharing a single form. Our vision was on opposite sides of whatever we had been turned into, and judging by the thin red straps I saw in my peripheral, I finally figured out what we were. I geared myself up to reveal the truth to my anxiety-riddled girlfriend turned bodymate.
'Lacey, would you stop screaming for a second?!' I said, perhaps louder than I wanted to as we suddenly sailed through the air, landing softly on a plush blanket on the giantess' bed. 'I figured out what's going on!' Lacey finally quieted down, her vision likely trapped against the blanket as I watched the woman continue grabbing clothes from her dresser that we were trapped in less than a minute ago. 'The genie granted our wish by turning us into a fucking thong, and we're sharing a body so we'll be together forever. I think my vision is in the back, and yours is in the front.' Lacey was quiet, letting the information sink in. I continued before she could start freaking out again, having witnessed a bra landing near us that would match us perfectly. 'We're a lacey scarlet thong, which is why he asked us our names. This Hispanic giantess is our owner, and I don't think she's getting dressed for work...' The only other thing our new owner had retrieved was a black pair of 5 inch heels, muttering something in Spanish I couldn't understand.
Lacey's screaming continued when our Latina goddess' fingers grabbed us by the sides, lifting us from the bed and lowering us toward the floor. I decided there really wasn't anything I could do to comfort her anymore as one light tan foot stepped through our left leg hole, followed by the right. We were suddenly rocketed up her smooth, recently shaved legs toward her crotch, and with a tug and a light snap, we were held in place by our owner's hips. Now plastered against the foreign woman's ass and vagina, I found my vision quickly sinking between her ass cheeks. Lacey's vision would be coming from the crotch area, so at least she could see more than I could. Although, feeling the woman's obvious excitement soaking into the crotch panel, I wondered which of us actually had it worse.
My vision expanded a bit as our owner bent slightly to pick up our matching bra, then my sight was eclipsed by the massive tan cheeks once again as she straightened out. I tried to tune out Lacey's wailing as I felt the giantess go through the motions of strapping the bra to her chest. Unwilling to tell my girlfriend to shut up, I was allowed a fraction of a second of vision as the Latina stepped into the ridiculous-yet-sexy heels. With a practiced sway, we were along for the ride as our wearer walked out of the room. 'WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE GOING?!?' Lacey's voice echoed in my head.
'Lacey, I don't know,' I snapped, suddenly silencing her screaming. 'My vision is being rubbed between this woman's ass cheeks, so you know a lot better than I do where we're going!' I felt bad for snapping at her, but if we were going to be trapped together forever, I was NOT listening to her screaming for all eternity, no matter how much I loved her. 'Try to focus, and tell me what's happening.'
'Umm... we're out of her bedroom...' she started, obviously a lot more timid about talking to me now. 'It's hard to focus when my vision keeps tilting back and forth with every step she takes. Damn it feels like she has a sexy walk; I just wish I wasn't a fucking scrap of fabric wrapped around her hips so I could - '
'LACEY!' I interrupted. Even as we were, transformed into a sexy piece of lingerie, my girlfriend was horny as hell.
'Sorry, Scar...' Lacey continued. 'Uh... Looks like we're in a living room? There's a bunch of decorative signs everywhere, but I think they're all written in Spanish, so I don't know what they say. Oh, please don't - ' Her commentary was interrupted by our wearer suddenly sitting down on something, probably a couch. My vision was still stuck in her ass, but I could tell my her motions that she was adopting a pose. 'Uh, Scarlet? I think she's waiting for someone...'
'Why else would she be wearing us and barely anything else while posed sexily on a couch?' I asked plainly. On cue, there was a rattling noise that signaled keys being turned in a door, then the squeak of the door being opened. "¡Dios mío, qué sorpresa más agradable!" I heard a manly voice speak in the distance. "¿Significa esto que estamos tratando de tener un bebé esta noche?"
'Oh my God, they're straight,' Lacey stated, followed by fake puking noises. Despite our horrific situation, I found myself laughing at her faux disgust.
"No esta noche," the Latina goddess replied, her voice reverberating through our fragile fabric. "Ahora." With that Spanish utterance that neither Lacey nor I could understand, the giantess stood up again, walking toward the man that only Lacey could see.
'No, don't shove my face against his fucking dick!' Lacey shrieked. 'I'm a lesbian! I don't want anything to do with that thing!!!' I felt as my backside - our collective front - was pushed against what must have been the man's pants. The sounds of a Hispanic couple passionately making out reached our non-existent ears, then the woman was slowly pushed toward the couch. Even larger fingers grabbed our sides, the man beginning to slide us down our owner's legs. There were quick kicking motions, followed by the thunking noises of the heels landing on the floor. Fuck, we were just a piece of the massive couple's foreplay, weren't we?
As we were sickeningly peeled away from our wearer's increasingly wet vagina, her juices soaked into the little fabric we were made out of. I could finally see again, my eyesight having finally been freed from the Latina's ass cheeks, as we quickly slid down her legs. We landed on the floor with her feet still within us. That wasn't to last, as she stepped one foot out of our left leg hole, then hooked us on the other foot and sent us flying away. I figured we were about to land on the floor, but instead, our left leg hole got hooked on the back of our owner's left heel. Our fabric form settled in its new position, and we were left hanging by a heel while the giant Hispanic couple went at it what seemed like miles away, but was probably closer to a couple feet above us. Both Lacey and I could see at the same time for once, but thankfully neither of us could see what was happening with the two love-making adults. We just had to listen to the act from the floor, the woman's bra landing near us and the man's clothing quickly following suit. Even his tie absolutely dwarfed our thong body...
Lacey was finally calming down now that we weren't in constant motion, although she certainly wasn't thrilled about the sticky fluids slowly drying into our fabric. Neither was I, but I was choosing to deal with things more silently. No use complaining about things out loud when my girlfriend/bodymate was the only one who would ever hear me. Besides, we would have plenty of time to talk and complain. We DID wish to be together FOREVER, after all.
We ended up hanging on the back of the heel on the floor for the rest of the night, the Hispanic couple having long since retreated to their bedroom for the night, which catches us up to where we are now. Lacey's still whining about our situation (and the drying vaginal fluid), while I'm trying to get her to be quieter. I imagine the couple is going at it again in their room, but they're not close enough to us where we can hear them.
Here we hang, in silence and slowly dimming light as the sun sets, nothing but a lacey scarlet thong containing the souls of two college girlfriends fittingly named Lacey and Scarlet. I guess we'll be thrown in the washing machine tomorrow morning with a bunch of other clothes, then we'll sit in the woman's underwear drawer until she feels frisky enough to wear us again. If we're lucky, maybe we'll pick up a bit of Spanish before we wear out? Only time will tell...
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