Brad relaxed as Kate walked down the road. It had been a nice day and now he was enjoying the constant buffeting and massaging with each step she took. Twisting one way, then the other as her glutes tensed and relaxed. One of his hems was riding up between her cheeks, but even that couldn't change his good mood.
Today he was inside blue cotton shorts. Unlike jeans that gripped and pressed, these shorts only brushed gently against him, almost a tickling sensation. His tiny world inside her shorts was light and airy while still giving him the privacy to enjoy the intimate confines of Kate's gorgeous body.
Kate reached her house and collapsed down on to the sofa. She used her feet to kick off the extra cushions and then stretched out her bare legs. As well as the short blue cotton shorts she was wearing a tight pink t-shirt that contoured around her modest breasts. She opened her legs and ran her fingers up and down her inner thighs. She felt sexy, she always did and the reason for that could just be seen inside the leg of her shorts.
Nestled inside Katie's shorts was Brad. Brad had once been her partner, her lover and her soul mate. He was still all three, even though he'd long since been transformed into a pair of pink silk underwear. In fact their relationship had only become stronger in the two years that he'd spent nestling between Kate's legs.
Kate had the power to turn him back, it would only take her a couple of seconds, but she hadn't done so since he'd had to carry her down from the mountain a year earlier. A couple of times in the heat of an argument Brad had demanded that she turn him back, but in her anger she had point blank refused. A couple more times he'd raised the subject, but Kate had quickly talked him out of it, usually by rubbing her butt and bringing him to orgasm. Although neither of them would admit it, Brad was in effect her prisoner, not that that mattered as Brad had no desire to be released.
Katie pulled the crotch of her shorts to one side and looked inside.
"How you doing?" she asked as her fingertip pushed Brad against her clit.
"Mmm good," he replied as he twitched against her manicured fingernail, "I take it that this is another of your subtle hints?"
Kate giggled, "Well if you're offering..."
Brad started to massage her clit and as usual was rewarded by Kate opening her legs. Not only did this stop the part of him that encircled her crotch from being crushed, it also gave him a glimpse of her beautiful strong slim thighs. Brad loved summer, the short shorts, the short dresses and sometimes neither when they were alone in the house.
He thought back to when she had first shrunk him, still in human form but only one inch tall. In this form, he'd spent much of his time inside Kate's underwear with her panties both holding him in place and acting as his cell, a private and completely escape proof jail. While he could arouse her, he'd been more distracted by keeping himself in one place. One minute he'd be touching her clit, the next he'd fall down into the crotch of underwear. The next he would slide backwards towards her butt at which point Kate had inevitably sat down on top of him.
Being transformed into her panties was definitely a step up. He could be everywhere at once. He could touch her clit and vagina, hug her butt and pull tight around her hips all the time. Also, depending on what Katie was wearing, he could grab glimpses of the world, as opposed to being held in permanent semi darkness behind a sheet of sheer silk material.
Brad had been lost in thought and had brought Katie to orgasm quicker than he'd intended. Her cries of pleasure brought him back to the present, followed shortly after by darkness as she closed and crossed her legs.
"Do you know that you've been down there for two years now?" Katie purred in a slightly smoky voice.
"I've been your prisoner for two years?"
"Not prisoner... lover," Kate corrected as she squeezed her legs together more firmly, "It must be so nice inside there."
"It's just as well I like it... given your obsession with me touching your clit."
Brad laid still, waiting and hoping that Kate's legs would reopen so he could once again see out and hear the sounds of summer. When they didn't he started to regret his words.
"Is my body as fit and sexy as it was two years ago?" Kate asked.
"I can't really see it," Brad replied, hoping that he could use that to his advantage.
"Wrong answer!"
"Of course it is sweetheart. You have a fantastic body."
"Thank you! If I'd let myself go you've be a much stretched pair of panties by now."
Brad certainly did appreciate her uber sexy body, even if he'd had to endure hundreds of long, hard, sweat drenched workouts in the gym and the dance studio.
"And how many times have I sat in just my panties or worn a skirt with my legs open just so you can watch a movie?" she continued.
"Yes and been forced to touch you whenever and however you want or risk your legs snapping shut for the rest of the film."
Katie giggled, opened her legs and reached down to stroke him."
"You make me sound like such a bitch!"
Brad stayed quiet and looked up at the cute brunette through the leg of her shorts as he waited for the inevitable reaction. First she pouted and then she looked angrily determined.
"You're living very dangerously today," she said with purpose, "you're only moments away from being inside my leather trousers. I can always do an 'Emily' on you."
"Well she certainly had a fit body," Brad teased.
"Right you've lost your fresh air and daylight!"
Kate crossed her legs tightly and checked to make sure that the blue cotton material was pulled tightly around her thighs. It was, he was sealed up. Brad was laughing and soon Kate was also giggling. These little play arguments were a fun way for Kate to demonstrate her power over him and usually led to mutual masturbation.
"Bitch!" Brad whispered as he touched her.
"I've just added another thousand years to your sentence," Kate moaned back as she massaged her butt to stimulate him.
They both lay panting on the sofa. Kate was lying casually on her side with her legs together and Brad was looking between her thighs and the hem of her shorts to see if there was gap through which he could see out.
"Remember when I went rock climbing and had to wear that harness," Kate reminisced.
"I remember the instructor saying you'd put it on too tightly."
"Mmm, it was tight."
"Which meant that I spent the day in the equivalent of a straight jacket."
Kate giggled, "I wonder where I can buy one of those... to wear around the house"
It was starting to get dark and the evening air was now blowing in through the open windows. Kate looked down to see Brad nestled deeper between her legs in an attempt to keep warm, her shorts providing him with limited protection from the elements.
