Truth or Dare - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Considering his size, it seemed counterintuitive that Ted was a heavy sleeper. Yet he remained in a peaceful slumber in his bed on Sunday morning when Abby got up to start getting ready for her day. By the time she’d finished putting her makeup on, it seemed he hadn’t even moved an inch. Curious about how resistant he’d be to external stimuli, she slowly pulled all his blankets off of him, and then gently rubbed and lightly tapped a few areas of his body to see if that’d wake him up. Still nothing though—which gave her an idea.

When Ted finally did begin to wake, Abby was just finishing tying something around his wrist. Dressed in a loose v-neck without a bra, her boobs were hanging over his head, which seemed to rouse him faster and stir excitement in his eyes. But the feeling was short-lived when he realized that there were some kind of straps tied around each of his wrists and each of his ankles. “What’s going on?” he asked with a yawn.

“Oh shoot,” Abby grimaced. “I was hoping I could finish everything before you woke up.”

“Finish what?”

His roommate sighed, and suddenly the two-foot teenager found his limbs yanked upwards, as Abby grabbed ahold of the straps and lifted them off the bed. It seemed like the strap wrapped around his left ankle was the same as the one on his left wrist; his right ankle and wrist were connected in the same way. He felt like he’d been turned into a grocery bag, or a purse, as Abby held the two handles that were suspending him in the air. “I guess this is good enough actually.” She swung his body from side to side, toying with him a bit and observing how he reacted. But then she took a step back, and carried his body away from his bed and down to the dorm room floor.

“What are you doing?” he asked, watching Abby pull down her pants and underwear, kicking them aside near where his body lay. It was the first time he’d seen her lower half completely naked, and he quickly pitched a tent in his boxers at the sight.

“Giving you an up close look at what you’ve always wanted.”

“Up close?” he naively murmured, still not getting it. At least not until she placed her feet on both sides of his body, giving him a brief look at her from below. Once she started squatting down, and he realized what it was that she’d turned him into, he felt his heart race, and a side of him wondered if what was going to happen next was even safe. “Wait, hold on,” he started saying, as Abby grabbed the straps and lifted him up again, watching his helpless body ascend between her tall, sturdy legs. His face rapidly approached her butt, and while she was right about him obsessing over her ass, it looked so thick and bubbly from where he was that Ted knew he wouldn’t be on her ass—he’d actually be in it. He was only able to yell out her name one final time before she pulled his body up all the way, and the 1 foot and 11 inches of lanky, thongified teenager got dissolved between his 18 year old roommate’s butt cheeks with barely more than a whimper.

Ted had always been small, but he never thought he was small enough to be turned into a woman’s literal underwear. The breadth of his shoulders did little to part Abby’s cheeks and give his head any room, as the fatty tissue he was lodged between seemed to flow around him and mold itself to his meager frame. His arms were being pulled above him, with his wrists bent and tugged both left and right to allow the straps to wrap around Abby’s hips. His torso, after trailing down through the chasm of the girl’s jiggling rear, began to curve forwards, with his groin pressing into her perineum, until finally his legs were bent upwards again. Both of his legs were positioned on either side of Abby’s vulva, continuing to curve outwards until the straps she’d tied to his ankles took over and finished the journey leading back to his wrists on the other side. She’d made it a point to keep Ted’s body from touching her vagina, wanting instead to tease him by putting him right at the edge, so that he was in a constant state of yearning for what he knew was only millimeters away. But the contraption was so tight—and Abby only pulled it tighter, adjusting the straps so that he’d have absolutely no room whatsoever to move—that the poor boy would never have any hope of touching the girl’s sex until she allowed him to.

Once he was in position, Abby went to put on a ruffled black skirt, since she’d basically be going commando today. Though Ted would be operating as her underwear for the next several hours, he wasn’t actually able to cover her genitals, so she didn’t want to wear jeans or something else rough that’d be too scratchy on her lower bits. Then once she changed into a slim-fitting white crop top, she was ready to face the day. She hadn’t said a single word to Ted since putting him on, but why should she? He was her underwear now, and normal people don’t make conversation with their clothes.

Although Ted was submissive enough to dutifully endure any condition of Abby’s body, he was silently grateful that she’d recently showered, and her ass was nice and clean for him. It was even a bit sweet-smelling, as if she’d washed extra thoroughly down there, in anticipation of him staying there for awhile. Temperature wise, it was a strange feeling. Obviously, with his body held so closely against hers, Ted quickly absorbed her body heat. And between her ass cheeks, things got even hotter. Every step she took, her thick, chunky posterior would wipe itself against Ted, as if smearing its heat signature to him. Even when she wasn’t walking at all, she’d occasionally clench her cheeks together, reminding him that she was in charge of his body, and no matter how he felt, he wouldn’t be escaping his time between her glutes until she’d decided he could be done.

The only time Ted was truly uncomfortable, although he was still loyal enough to not say anything, was whenever Abby sat down. Normally Ted would’ve considered himself a fan of Abby sitting on his face, but normally his face wasn’t totally assimilated into her ass. Whenever she sat down, not only did the boy obviously become completely immobile, as if he’d literally been transformed into a seat cushion, but he also found himself struggling to inhale with every single breath he took. There was only a very, very, very faint passageway for air with which he could use, barely flowing up Abby’s skirt, between her legs, and into her crack for Ted to breathe in.

Unbeknownst to Ted, most of his roommate’s sitting down was actually spent setting up how he’d be spending the second half of his day. The mysterious package she’d received the day before had contained a large pair of glossy, black, 6-inch platform boots, which she was now modifying at her desk while Ted lay quietly below her. Unlike some platform shoes, Abby’s new boots were hollowed out on their inside. It was just a cost-saving design choice, of course, but Abby wanted to actually put the hollow area to good use, thinking it’d be the perfect place to keep Ted. So she carefully cut the insole of the left boot out, and then carved a handful of small holes into the insole’s toe section, ensuring Ted wouldn’t suffocate when she trapped him in there later. After placing the sole back and testing the boots out by walking around the dorm building, she decided it was time to make the switch, so she headed back to their bedroom to finally pull Ted out from between her ass.

Ted took a giant, deep breath of air as soon as Abby lowered his body from her legs, causing her to chuckle. “I’m still kinda surprised you let me go through with that. Are you ready for round two, big boy? Or do you need a time out?”

“Round two?” he asked, managing a crazed smile that told a different story from the gulps of fresh air he continued gasping for.

“Let’s just say that if that was too claustrophobic for you, you’ll struggle a bit with this next challenge.”

Wild-eyed and oblivious to what Abby had designed for him, he gave his consent anyways. “Bring it on.”

Not 10 minutes later, Ted was curled up in a fetal position, encased in a large piece of plastic, courtesy of the vacuum sealer his roommate had bought. Only his head was sticking out, with several rubber bands around his neck to maintain the air tight encapsulation of his body (Abby had tried sealing his head in with the rest of the plastic, but as soon as she poked breathing holes for his nose, the air pressure was ruined inside, and further attempts to vacuum the air out were in vain because new air kept coming in through the holes). She folded the excess flaps of plastic around his body, and then duck taped the whole thing twice all the way around. When she was finished, she picked his body up and tossed it up into the air a few times, catching and juggling it around like a baseball.

“Now, into the shoe you go!” she happily exclaimed, carrying him over to her boot.

“Wait… shoe?” he asked, thinking the vacuum sealing was all she’d planned to do to him.

“Did you really think I was just gonna wrap you up like that, and nothing else?” she laughed, lowering his body all the way into the boot, past the opening, and the midsection, and then even past where her foot would be. She had to reach so far, she could barely even fit her whole arm in just to get Ted to the bottom. “What fun would that be? Obviously I was gonna place you somewhere.” From the bottom of the boot, Ted watched Abby’s head pull away and return with an insole, which she reached down and placed barely half a centimeter above Ted’s plastic-sealed body. He could see tiny holes above his face, letting in a paltry amount of light to his tomb, but those were soon blocked out too once Abby placed her foot inside the boot. Though his world was pitch black, he could hear the rustling of his roommate’s giant toes wiggling overhead, and with every new breath he took, the air became thicker, tainted with the scents of rubber, plastic, and Abby’s feet. They smelled clean, but that fact didn’t provide much of a respite considering the totality of her domination method.

At least, that was what Ted told himself at the beginning of his many hours spent inside the 18 year old’s gothic, thigh-high platform boot. In reality, after she walked around for the rest of the afternoon, and then the evening, the musky smell started to increase in severity. The day culminated in Abby heading to a nearby frat party, mingling among crowds of people until well past midnight. As she and her friends traversed from one house to the next, flirting with boys here and there, and dancing the night away anytime a Jack Harlow song came on, the humidity inside Abby’s boots only increased. Some of the sweat from her feet even seeped through the holes and dripped onto Ted’s face, although luckily it never ruined his ability to breathe, as murky as the air was. If he’d shouted out for help, even if he’d screamed at the top of his lungs, it wouldn’t have mattered. The exterior of the boot was so thick, and Ted was so hopelessly trapped, that nobody would’ve heard him. Nobody would’ve suspected that an entire human being was actually sealed up inside of Abby’s boots, utterly immobilized beneath her feet.

Yet despite how far fetched and borderline maniacal Abby’s ploys and schemes were, they never came at the expense of her love or trustworthiness. At the end of the very, very long day, wherein Ted had barely moved his muscles an inch since he’d woken up that morning, she finally retrieved him from the depths of her shoe. “You made it!” she congratulated him, tearing the duck tape off and cutting open the plastic. “Personally, I am SUPER tired, so I’m gonna head to bed. But as a reward for all you’ve been through today, I’ll let you have some fun under the covers tonight.” After so many hours of being unable to move a muscle, Ted was visibly giddy at the opportunity, and didn’t even react too much when Abby fetched the nearby collar to latch around his neck. “The only rule is my panties stay on,” she added, shuffling out of her pants and climbing into bed. She lifted the covers near her legs, inviting Ted in, and he happily dove in, quickly cuddling up with one of her soft, bare thighs.

“See you in the morning,” she yawned, and soon drifted off to sleep with the feeling of her roommate kissing and rubbing her legs, before he eventually straddled close to her right thigh, using her butt as a pillow, and joined her peaceful slumber.