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“Thanks a ton for helping me out, Kim. I didn’t what I was going to do if I missed a day at the gym, you know how much going there means to me.” Marsha cheerfully said. “I promise I won’t work out too hard you in, on account of you still being able to taste and smell, but I can’t promise I won’t. Anyways, it’s time to work out. Hopefully, the next couple of hours aren’t that bad for you.”

Wrapped around her friend’s chest and waist, Kim mentally grumbled. Of course this is what she meant by “helping her out at the gym.” At first, she thought that she might want her to spot her but as her skin became fabric, it became readily apparent what kind of help she needed. Though she couldn’t really be mad at her, Marsha had done this many a time before.

Having a friend who’s a witch meant that she wouldn’t always be human. Despite the fact that she could transform anything into whatever she wanted, Marsha preferred to use her friends instead. Need a plate, a friend comes in handy, need some lipstick, a friend comes in handy, need some new clothes, a friend comes in handy. While constantly losing her form, Kim couldn’t never be too mad at her.

More often than not she was paid back in some way, whether Marsha became something for her or something like that. The only downside, really, of becoming something for her was what parts of her were left intact. No matter what she became she kept all her senses. Taste, smell, feeling, sight, all the above.

For the most part that wasn’t that bad, at least whenever she wasn’t clothes, especially intimate clothes. Being straight she always despised it when Marsha would transform her into something like underwear. She was forced to taste her friend’s most intimate parts like she was doing now. Although this time round she was at least wearing panties.

Despite that, in this form, she could still taste her friend’s private, her smooth breasts, the faint taste of her pussy, and her sweat. The worst part of becoming her clothes was the sweat, not only was she forced to taste it but absorb it as well. It became a part of her for however long she was clothes. Throughout her intimacy with her friend she never once was transformed into her gym clothes, at least until today.

Kim was dreading the next couple of hours, hours spent stretched over her admittedly hot friend as she worked out and worked up quite a sweat. She was going to have to make this up to her big time if she ever thought about transforming her again. Marshsa on the other hand didn’t care what Kim was feeling. Sure, being clothes wasn’t the greatest but that was a sacrifice she was willing to make. With all her gear on she headed out into the gym, ready to exercise with her friend wrapped around her, much to the disdain of Kim.

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