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Dim Jogger, Dimmer Pants
🕑 Added 2025-03-12 01:49:55 +0000 UTCSara didn’t know what had happened to her. One minute she was enjoying her time out in nature on a hiking trail, then she blacked out and was left immobile while lying on a large rock. Unable to move, stuck as a pair of black leggings.
Sara didn’t know how long had passed until she finally saw another person pop into her field of view. Another woman coming up to the same part of the trail she had unexpectedly transformed at. She began crying for help as the woman walked in her direction.
Courtney was enjoying her own trip into nature as well, taking in all the nature around her when she had stumbled upon something strange. A perfectly clean pair of leggings laying on a rock. Taking off her headphones she was shocked to find that these pants can talk!
“Please help!! I can’t move! I’m stuck here with these pants!” Sara cried out, the woman now towering over her.
“Oh! What in tarnation?” Talking pants? How strange…” country said, picking up Sara’s body.
“Wh.. yeah, I can talk because I’m a person? I must have been caught in a Tf storm or something! You gotta get me back to town an-“
“Uuhhhh, you’re a person? But.. you’re pants? Clear as day.” Courtney began to stretch Sara’s body to emphasize her confusion. Causing waves of pleasure to crash into Sara, an embarrassing moan unwillingly escaping her mouth.
“Do.. Don’t do that… it feels- OHH STOP! You gotta.. get me back!” Sara’s pleas were continually interrupted by Courtney messing with her fabric.
“Hmmm, you are a strange one. But I’ll take you back home. Never seen talking pants before, how’d you get out here?.” Courtney said as she continued to mess with the pants.
“I.. I was a person! I was ju- fuck. Just walking when I turned into this! Have you seriously never heard of Tf Powder?!”
“Mmmm nope. Doesn’t ring any bells.”
“Wha… seriously???? Nothing? Not a single thing about how they fundamentally changed the world? Tf storms? Tf Co? The Furry Communes? NOTHING?”
“Nah, I don’t really focus on fantasy stuff like that.”
“HUH? I’M TRANSFORMED RIGHT NOW?!?”
“No you are a talking pair of pants. I think I would know what a person transformed into clothes looks like hehe. And you seem to enjoy being pants. So I’ll take you back home! Don’t you worry!”
“That doesn’t make any sense? At least you’ll take me hom- what are you doing?”
Sara was set back down on the rock to watch as Courtney took off her dirty pair of pants. Fear filled the leggings as the woman with nothing but a sports bra and underwear approached her.
Effortlessly and wordlessly Courtney slid on Sara. Making sure she fitted nicely around her rear. She reveled in just how comfortable these new pants of hers were.
Sara felt everything as she slowly engulfed Courtney’s legs. Feeling every exposed inch of sweaty skin with unavoidable intimacy. Her face felt like it wedged itself deeply into Courtney’s ass crack. Giving her the complete experience as she smelt and tasted everything her sweaty rear had to offer. Her mind was overwhelmed with pleasure and the aroma of Courtney’s body odor.
Had Sara been able to talk and not be muted by Courtney’s body filling her entire being, endless moans would escape her as she reveled in these feelings.
After a solid 20 minutes of walking, Courtney had worked up a solid sweat from the summer heat. Yet her bottom half & especially crotch remained nice and cool while Sara lapped away and kept her owner as comfortable as she could. Courtney stopped to remark to her pants:
“MAN! You sure are durable! Not even damp back there? How are you holding up talking pants?”
“MHMMHMMMMHHHMMMMHM”
“Oh? Can’t talk while I’m wearing ya? That’s unfortunate. Hope you like it cause we still got some ways away before we get back to my car.”
Sara continued to try and get any message across to her owner. A plea to be taken off, a moan of pleasure, anything. But she remained muffled and snugly around her owner. Her mind was a mess, attempts to hold onto any and all notions of her humanity were repeatedly interrupted by the pleasure this woman provided her.
Despite being straight as a board when she was a human, despite the buckets of sweat she was made to absorb, and constant stretching of her body, and how oblivious her owner was, despite all that Sara couldn’t deny that she was having the time of her life around this woman’s bottom half.
The two made it to Courtney’s car, Sara snugly fitted around her owner. Happy as can be. Courtney spoke up, remarking:
“Phew, that was something huh! Can’t believe I found the comfiest pair of talking pants ever! I might just never take you off, you're so good at this!” She rubbed her pants, filling Sara with warm comfort. Sure, she was stuck with an idiot, but at least her owner clearly liked her and in her mind, treated her well.
