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He never appreciated me when we were together, so I decided to turn him into something that would truly serve a purpose. Now he's stretched over my hips as the bottom of my favorite bikini, feeling every movement as I lounge by the pool. Every time I adjust myself, I can feel his shameful form squirm beneath the fabric, a constant reminder that being a shitty boyfriend has its consequences. Maybe now he'll finally understand what it feels like to be used and discarded. The men around the pool can't keep their eyes off me, and it’s honestly hilarious. They're probably imagining what's underneath this bikini, but none of them have a clue that I'm actually wearing my ex right now. If they knew he was stretched tight against my skin, molded into the very fabric they're drooling over, their lust would turn to shock. But for now, I just smile back, enjoying his silent humiliation as their gazes linger on what used to be him. I wonder how long I should keep you like this for. The summer sun feels amazing, and you make such a perfect accessory, always close, always mine to command. Maybe I'll turn you back at the end of summer... or maybe not. After all, what’s the rush? You're finally useful for something. *Reaching behind my back, I tug sharply at the bikini bottom wedged snugly between my cheeks, freeing it with a smooth pull that makes the fabric, and him, stretch and readjust.*