Jeff’s soft sensual form jiggled a bit as Penny walked. Her pale creamy thighs, which were like enormous fleshy pillars to Jeff, gently mushed his lips back and forth. Left, right. Left, right. The squeezing caress of panties on his ‘face’.
The more Penny moved, the more Jeff began to realize that piss wasn’t the only taste in his mouth. A salty, musky taste lingered at the back of his throat, and the smell of her sweat permeated the soft panties hugging his body. In fact, it only seemed to be getting worse.
Penny smiled and tilted her chin upward to a chorus of “Hey, Penny!” and “Hi, Penny~” from the other cheerleaders. Jeff felt his throat twitch just a bit, which startled him out of his quiet fuming.
The panties blocking his view were suddenly squeezed tightly against his lips, even inside them a bit, as Penny began stretching. Jeff felt his soft velvety mouth open wider as Penny spread her legs to stretch her thighs and hips. It was an immensely bizarre feeling. His every twitch and movement depended on his Owner, whether they were intentional or inadvertently caused by other movements in her hips and legs.
Penny sat on the gym court floor to stretch her hamstrings, leaning forward as far as she could go. Jeff was simultaneously smushed against her panties and sandwiched against the cold hard floor, essentially ‘kissing the wood laminate through the panties. Already he hated every second of this, and they hadn’t even started.
Within minutes Jeff was bouncing, jiggling, and stretching along with his Owner Penny as she jumped, spun, and flipped. The cheerleaders’ voices were high and shrill and would’ve made Jeff’s wars buzz if he still had any. As the first hour passed he came to the conclusion that the worst part about being stuck as a cheerleader’s pussy during practice was her sweat. He could feel it beading on his soft squishy lips, feel it soaking into her panties and rubbing against his face, feel it trickle down from her hips and between her thighs all around him. It was like a sauna that smelled like fish and sweat and musk. To anyone else, the hard-working cheerleaders would smell no better or worse than anyone in an intense workout. But Jeff was right in the middle of it all and he could only sit and stew in Penny’s heat and fluids. Once or twice she farted silently, and the stench hung around his face like a deadly smog. He wished he could pass out. He wished he hadn’t been so stupid when he’d typed in his commands on the Chronivac. Not that it mattered what he wished. To all the world, including the planet’s best gynecologists and even Penny herself, Jeff was a soft, sweaty, squishy little pussy and nothing more.
He was only semi-lucid by the time practice ended. Penny stuck around to chat with one or two of the other cheerleaders, but he didn’t even notice. Her panties were heavy and damp, and clung to his face, much to his annoyance.
Penny finally wrapped up and headed towards the locker room. Through his sweaty, musky haze, Jeff could still feel his Owner’s pulse pounding through him, sending Penny’s blood coursing through his lips and folds. It was like a rather annoying drumbeat.
The air around Jeff’s face grew hotter and thicker, and the faintest whiffs of perfume seeped through his panty prison. They were in the locker room. Hopefully Penny would take a shower. Either way, Jeff was along for the ride.