You lie on the table not moving much after the strange feeling of being warped and crammed deep in a sack pushed and pulled with random items. The silver-haired girl gone and now the very, veeery endowed brunette you heard named Wiz is meticulously moving the other items scattered on the counter around. One at a time she lifts it up looks over it, sometimes spilling little pieces over. She's not the most graceful with these but she takes her time.
You lost yourself staring up at her, maybe from this angle it's a bit more distracting. Even with the rough chest play you were forced into with Aqua you still have desires. With the rough treatment in the bag you were unable to reform so you're unsure if you even still resemble a wristband. No doubt your shape is anything but human looking.
Wiz goes through the items, shiny, dusty, jars, Chris was kind enough to label most of them but she still has a pile on her side for those left blank. Leading her to the next object, a crumpled wrinkled fleshy fabric thing. Wiz used a finger to scratch her cheek confused. She picked up the object, you, and was wiggling it around trying to determine it.
You feel her soft fingers pulling you around trying to identify you but unable. Those fingers find a hole created by your hand pushed around and arm free, she holds you by the loop and lets you dangle. With her other hand she pokes around and scrapes at you, the nail scratches at your face and torso that's all squished around trying to find a second loop or any indication of what you are.
The nail catches your leg and stretches it out as well, sort of exciting the lich as she has two thin connected loops. Then with some hectic movement she starts shaking your body. Repeatedly you smack into the table you were lying on flattening in and out, making some sort of shape you imagine as you hear an "Oh!" A mix of surprise and embarrassment in her voice.
Wiz holding it open has uncovered this special fabric to be a pair of panties. Her digging into you stretched your face out and body around and keeping an arm and leg wrapping in a loop. She spins you around in her hand unable to identify an inside, outside, front nor back. She sets you back on the cold counter with the unidentifiable items but keeps her eyes on you.
You don't know what the curvy brunette is thinking, but when she picks you up she starts moving, allowing you to know she's planning to...
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