Request for @itsjustforwatching

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Looking out at the crowd at Coachella, Sabrina Carpenter couldn’t help but think one thing, “I wonder how Taylor was doing?” Trapped amidst the popstar’s underwear, one would call Taylor Swift’s current situation far from ideal. Even that would be too nice a description for all that she now faced.

She was currently stuck against her thong, unable to move. Partly due to diminished stature and how she was placed into her underwear. Given that she was still in her clothes when she shrunk her, she was able to sew her into the inner fabric of the thong.

Alongside that came the increased heat. It was a hot day at the festival, even more so in the shrunken musician’s new home. Buckets of sweat had already drenched her, each minute droplet of Sabrina’s sweat feeling like gallons as the rained overtop of her.

Then of course the smell. For the first minutes, it was, in a short word unbearable. Thankfully, or as much as she could be in this fate, the pervasive scent soon began to dim as she grew accustomed to it.

With no way to stop any of this, Taylor was forced to lay back and endure it. All of these feelings, the scents, the sweat, the funk, and pure callousness. For a while beforehand the two popstars had been quite close friends. Although, there always seemed something off about Sabrina.

As it turned out, she did have ulterior motives. That being to put Taylor firmly in her place. For years she had been on the top of the world while all that she could do was try to muster up a few fans, never able to reach her heights.

However, recently she was given a golden opportunity. With her increased fame came a close friendship with Taylor Swift. As such she was given the perfect chance to get her revenge. It was quite simple really. She shrunk her down and made her an ass slave.

Isn’t that just perfect? The titan postar now reduced to little more than an ass pet. She wasn’t done there yet, no. First, she had to attach her to her underwear and then incorporate further torment for her ‘coming out party.’

With Sabrina Carpenter headlining Coachella, it gave her the perfect chance to show off Taylor. She did so by wearing a skirt, a skirt which she would at nausea flutter up and down, giving those astute enough a glimpse of Taylor.

In the midst of the concert, she had practically forgotten about her shrunken friend. By now she was more focused on giving her fans a good show. In the midst of the scents, smells, and feelings Taylor could only think about what she had called Sabrina called this part of her life, “her ass slave era.”

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