On Bunching
by Princess Twilite

Nylons. Bunching.

Adam casually adjusted himself while the other girls weren't looking, sighing when he moved the uncomfortable fabric away from his crotch.

"It's a nightmare that I live through day after day," a D.O.G was saying to the other girls in the circle.

Adam rolled his eyes. If she only knew what he had been going through for nearly a week. As much fun as he always had getting into womens' underwear - wearing them wasn't quite the same thing.

"We should all stand up for ourselves," Doofer said in a sticky-sweet voice. "You first, fat-ass."

Adam grunted, standing abruptly. "I do NOT have a fat ass!"


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