Giselle and the Magic Thong (Patreon)

Giselle pulled the frilly little red tank top over her head, shimmying it over her tiny breasts. Her little nipples barely tented the silky material, the slight pucker the only evidence under her shirt of her girly anatomy. The college co-ed pulled her blonde locks out from under the back of her top and twisted back and forth before the mirror hanging on the back of her dorm door.

Aside from the shirt and a pair of white socks she was nude, which wasn’t a problem since she was alone in the room. Giselle examined her look, bending out her butt a little and puckering at her reflection. She had a slim build to match her slim chest, her shaved-bare legs and pussy on display only for herself – at the moment. The football team would be back from practice soon, the sweaty hunks lumbering through the hallway to their rooms. Giselle felt like attracting some attention tonight – as best she could, at least.

Satisfied with the look of the lacy top Giselle turned to the pile of clean laundry on her bed. She picked a few shorts and skirts and put them aside, grimacing a little as her stomach rumbled. She’d deal with being hungry later. As she started to sort through her panties she spotted one she didn’t recognize. Holding it up she realized it was black crotchless thong with a little lace design where it would lay along her mons.

“Where did you come from?” Giselle mused, her eyebrow arching as she examined the material. It looked brand new – and very sexy. And it was in the clean laundry.

With two quick steps Giselle had her feet within the fabric, and as she wiggled the lace into place she walked over to the mirror.

Oh, hello mistress!

Giselle practically jumped. The voice had startled her, but more off-putting was that she had not heard it – it was as if the greeting had been beamed straight into her mind. And as she heard it the fabric lines across her labia had twitched.

“Who’s…who’s there?” Giselle asked the empty room.

I am! My name is…oh, I can’t recall my name! It must be part of the spell. Anyway, I was once a woman who a sorceress turned into a pair of wish-granting panties! You cannot remove me until I have granted three wishes, and they must be about yourself!

“About myself?” Giselle repeated, her eyes directed at the reflection of the thong in the mirror. With every word in her head the thong had massaged her pussy, pushing her lower lips against each other and into her clit. Was distracting…in a good way.

Yes! Just say “I wish” and I am bound to grant your wish, but I can only change you! Giselle shifted her hips a little.

“So, if I asked for world peace…”

I would try to grant it as best I could by making changes to you. Perhaps making you care not for conflict? I do urge caution – I cannot undo anything, even if you wish me to!

Giselle stood blinking for a moment. She was clearly crazy, but the slight horniness the twitching garment was building was real. A gurgle of her stomach reminded her that she was hungry – hungry and crazy. Maybe she could do something about one of those.

“Okay, magic panties, how about this? I wish that I would no longer feel hunger pains because I would no longer require food or drink to nourish myself!”

Oh, how fun! Granted! exclaimed the voice in Giselle’s head. The slim blonde stood and stared into the mirror for a moment, not sure of what she was expecting. But in a moment she could feel her hunger fade away. She smiled, pleased – for a moment. But then she felt her pussy start to warm more than it was. She’d previously been getting horny. Now not only was she horny her pussy was…needy. Her dampening slit needed…cum. She needed cum.

“Uh, what did you do to me?” Giselle asked, her thighs fidgeting and squeezing together more.

You no longer hunger for food or drink, but you still need nourishment! From now on you will only require semen for nourishment, and instead of hunger pains you will grow
hornier the more you are in need of cum! Don’t worry, you can take it in from
any hole!

“The fuck?” Giselle exclaimed. The twitching, combined with her newly flush heat, was becoming unbearable. She reached down and clawed at the thong, but it would not budge to allow her fingers to get between fabric and skin. “Why would you do that to me?”

I had to grant your wish, and that seemed the best way. I mean, I guess I could have turned you into a silicon love doll. They don’t hunger. Mmm, yeah, I can see it now, silicon titties as big as cantaloupes, rubbery nipples like thimbles, everything riding high and proud, and more sensitive than you could have as silly flesh-and-blood…

Every word from the thong was mushing Giselle’s dripping lips together, distracting her more and more from thinking about the big picture. Her immediate need was all she could concentrate on.

“Well, if I’m going to have to attract enough guys to subsist on cum I wish you had given me tits like that!” Giselle shouted, the impact of her word selection occurring to her a moment too late. “Wait-”

Granted!

“Oh…” Giselle moaned. An intense erotic sensitivity rushing to her nipples as her breasts began to balloon from her chest. The sound of stretching rubber rang through the room as the skin encompassing Giselle’s tits began to shift from flesh to silicon, with more of the bouncing material materializing atop Giselle’s ribs. The material of her tank top quickly became tight as Giselle’s chest surged inches in mere moments. It was like to balloons being rubbed together as they inflated.

In another moment Giselle’s engorging nipples burst through the material, the young woman yelping out and collapsing to her knees from the sense of the silk ripping back and across her breasts. Amidst haggard panting she ripped what was left of her shirt from her chest, throwing it aside. She gripped her bed and forced herself to stand, a strange and unfamiliar weight tugging on her chest.

Looking to the mirror Giselle gasped. Two enormous orbs sat on her chest. They stuck straight out, perfectly round, the rubbery surface glinting the light in the room. Her tits had a color similar to her skin tone but not quite, the silicon transitioning smoothly to flesh where her breast met her ribs.

Giselle’s nipples stood out straight and proud off the front of her zeppelins, and she could see that her areola had grown around them – into heart shapes! She had big fake tits with a custom design!

She was about to curse at her thong, but before doing so she wanted to rip the monstrosities from her. Giselle did the best to grab them with her hands.

“Ohhh…” rolled out of her mouth, Giselle’s tongue practically falling from it, as she felt how wonderful they felt. The rubber pushed back hard against her fingers, and despite how tightly she had started to grip Giselle felt no pain. Only pleasure certainly beyond what she could have experience with soft and bruisable flesh bags.

“Fuck…” hissed from her. Her pussy was drooling now, and Giselle put a hand to it. But even as she played with her clit it didn’t feel as good as when her hand had been on the now un-attended tit.

“Uh…I wish my mouth and my twat could feel good like my tits…” Giselle murmered.

Granted!

Even if Giselle had been able to react in time to protest her mistake speech, she would not have been able to. In a moment her mouth and lower jaw had taken on the same sheen has her chest. Her lips bloomed into a rigid O as bright red paint washed over them. She could only struggle out a “Gah gah!” from the back of her throat.

Her pussy was also changing. From her mons to her taint flesh had become rubber. Her labia pulled apart and her canal spread on its own into its own permanent O. Giselle’s juices, which had been barely held back by her closed fleshy lips, now flowed freely down her thighs. Her clit expanded and shifted down towards her empty corridor, and it and her rubber labia turned a bright pink.

“Gah! GAH!” Giselle gurgled as she sent a hand to investigate each change. As fingers traced both lips she sputtered out juices from both ends, the orgasm threatening to rip her rubber parts from her body. As she lay back, practically comatose from the sensations she’d just had, the thong vanished.