Well, here it is, the moment Mike has been waiting for: he’s now a pair of panties being worn by a giantess. Mike drinks in Alexia's warm aroma as her pussy presses into him. He's a tight fit, and he loves it. His lacy edges massage Alexia's hips, and he continues to embrace her pussy lips with his fabric. It's like he’s got his face permanently pressed into a stripper's pussy, and since she's completely unaware, he never has to stop.
In fact, by the time he pauses for a moment to take account of his surroundings, Mike notices that Alexia has started walking. He loves the way her walking shifts his fabric around and moves him over and around Alexia's body. Then, all of a sudden the lighting changes, he hears a crowd of dudes whoop it up, and Mike realizes Alexia's walked out on stage.
From his vantage point around her lower midsection, he can see out from the stage as Alexia dances around the stripper pole, but since he doesn't really want to watch a bunch of dudes ogling her (and himself in his new form), he just concentrates his attention on Alexia's body. Being her panties hasn't gotten old yet, and she could keep him on forever as long as he’s concerned.
Unfortunately, that's not how things work in a strip club. Alexia slides her fingers in between her hips and Mike’s sides, and all of a sudden her pussy pulls away from him as he falls down, down, down to the ground. Mike realizes with a sigh that this is what happens with a stripper, but still he wishes he could stay closer to her. As it is, he expects to wait on the floor of the stage for her to finish her act, and then she'll take him back to the dressing room and he'll be reunited with her again.
At least, that’s what he hopes