Morning came, and the girls gathered inside the inn for breakfast. Already dressed in their adventuring gear, they were waiting for Rudy to come–all the while, the cold touch of the metal hugging their groin directly was making things quite uncomfortable. Changing its shape to keep with their form with every movement, the chastity felt like a living creature instead of an undergarment made of metal.
Awkwardly, the girls looked at each other. Not saying a word as they already knew what was going on between them. None like the feeling of something so malleable by their privates, it almost made their bodies tingle with excitement as it changed shape, but more often their bodies froze out of nowhere–forcing them to stay a little stiff until they were more used to the feeling of wearing the belt.
