Cursed Prince - Astrid's Panties
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Caption, Panties, Curse
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerIt's an ongoing series. Check the Lore part here if you want to have your character use the prince.This caption is day 1 Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5Cursed Prince - Astrid's Panties'This can't be happ…
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 Cursed Prince - Astrid's Panties 'This can't be happening,' Prince Aldric thought as his royal form dissolved and rewove into delicate white lace panties. The witch's curse took hold instantly, transforming him into the undergarment now held in Astrid's hands. "These will do nicely," Astrid giggled, examining her new panties with a dreamy expression. "Feels only right that the prince who couldn't keep his hands off my bottom gets to be pressed against it all day." 'No, please...' But his protests were mere ripples through the fabric as Astrid stepped into him, pulling him up her thick thighs. The sensation was overwhelming - every curve and dimple of her ample flesh pressing against his transformed being. At first, the intimate contact sent thrills through his fabric form. "Comfy?" she teased, adjusting him with a snap of the elastic. "You'll get to experience everything you groped now, Your Highness. Every. Single. Movement." The morning started with an unexpected jolt of pleasure as her warm flesh pressed against him. Each step made her generous curves shift and bounce, grinding against his fabric form. 'This... this isn't so bad,' he thought, enjoying the sensual movement. But by midday, the constant friction had become torturous. Astrid's natural forgetfulness meant she hadn't taken a break or freshened up. His fabric was soaked with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to her curves. 'Gods, the heat... the moisture...' his consciousness wavered as Astrid's body temperature soaked into him. Hour after hour of unrelenting pressure and movement wore down his initial excitement. During lunch, she sat heavily in the kitchen, crushing him between her curves and the wooden chair. 'Too much... too intense...' he thought as her weight pressed him deeper into the hard surface. "Oh!" Astrid suddenly remembered something, jumping up and running down the hall. The bouncing motion was no longer pleasurable but nauseating to his transformed form. By evening, he was thoroughly soaked with various fluids, stretched out of shape, and mentally exhausted. That's when Astrid returned to her chambers with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Time for your real punishment, my prince," she purred, hiking up her skirts. She began rubbing herself through his fabric, her middle fingers pressing him against her most intimate areas. "Remember how you used to grab me? Now you'll feel everything..." 'Please, no more...' But his protests went unheard as Astrid continued her self-pleasure, soaking him thoroughly with her arousal. When she finally finished, she peeled him off, dropping him unceremoniously in the puddle of her fluids on the floor. "Sweet dreams, Your Highness," she giggled, leaving him crumpled and soiled. "Tomorrow's another day..." 'Witch, have mercy,' he thought as his consciousness faded. 'And this is just the first day...'
