In the quiet confines of Andrea's bedroom, an unusual and unsettling scene unfolded. She carefully removed you from the tampon box, only to surreptitiously place the box back into the drawer. But instead of reaching for a conventional tampon, she produced a reusable applicator from her bag. It was an unfamiliar and daunting sight for you, and panic started to set in. You wished desperately for someone to save you from this plight as you found yourself entirely at Andrea's mercy.
Just as your predicament seemed unbearable, a glimmer of hope emerged as Belle's voice echoed from outside the room. Your heart skipped a beat, and you clung to the belief that Belle might notice something awry. "Andrea, are you ready?" Belle's inquisitive voice approached the room, but Andrea was quick to respond, trying to hide her intentions. She grabbed a towel from her bag and covered herself, feigning normalcy.
"Not yet, Belle. Could you tell me where the bathroom is?" Andrea replied, trying to mask her nervousness. Belle pointed out the bathroom's location, which was adjacent to the laundry area. Grateful for the information, Andrea hurriedly left the room, clutching the applicator in her hand.
Once inside the bathroom, Andrea prepared to carry out her plan. She seated herself on the toilet, legs spread, and positioned the reusable applicator towards her vagina. Inside the confined space of the applicator, you could hardly see what was happening, but your intuition told you what was about to occur – you were about to be used as a tampon. Trapped within the applicator, you struggled against the overwhelming sense of helplessness.
As Andrea proceeded, muttering about the process to herself, you sensed the moment of impact. Your entire body gradually left the applicator, only to be enveloped by soft, moist walls. It was an experience you could hardly fathom, feeling your form pressed against the inner contours of Andrea's body. Despite your desperate wishes for escape, there was no respite – you were now fulfilling an unwitting role in this intimate moment.
"I'll never get used to this" Andrea muttered to herself and slowly pulled on the panties Belle had lent her, leaving you totally imprisoned inside her.
Then she finished dressing and went to Belle's room. Andrea continued her daily activities, seemingly forgetting about your presence within her. Throughout the hours that followed, you were subjected to the constant pressure of her movements, an enduring reminder of your constrained situation. You could feel every movement she made and you felt like your body was crushed when she sat down. Even when she visited the bathroom, she didn't think to remove you, leaving you perpetually in place. You were totally covered with all kinds of fluids which disappeared without a trace when absorbed inside you, you were literally a reusable tampon, but not even you knew that.
As the night descended, Andrea bid her farewell to Belle and returned home, completely oblivious to your plight. Exhausted, she fell asleep, unaware of the tiny entity that accompanied her, hidden and forgotten.