Put Them On

Turning over your laundry hamper you allow all of your clean clothes to tumble onto your bed so that you can organize them.You can't help but notice a humongous pair of panties conveniently seated at the peak of the pile of clothes before you as you toss your hamper aside. You scrunch your face up in confusion; how did this get here and who do they even belong to?

You're unable to contain a baffled, awe-struck expression as you hold the panties up to examine them: They're enormous, you figure you could fit your entire body into one of the leg holes with ease. Worse yet was the fact that they didn't seem to be clean as if they didn't even go through the washer at all. The oversized panties were soaked and had a strong, earthy scent to them that suggests their former owner wore them for more than a few days. 

Just as you place the panties back down onto the pile of clothing, a strange sensation washes over you as you continue to gawk down at the absurdly sized underwear. Your heart pounds in your chest as a strange, perverse sense of excitement creeps into your mind: Put them on, your thoughts ring out, urged on by that building excitement. You can't believe you're actually going to do this even if it just seems right. You quickly pull your clothing off and step into the panties, gripping the cool, moist fabric up your legs, watching with a slight hint of amusement at how they didn't fit you by any stretch of the imagination. You shudder and exhale hotly as the damp fabric presses against your groin. As you stand there in the middle of the room, holding the soaked panties against your body, your vision steadily begins to blur. You're unable to stop yourself from collapsing onto your bed as a heavy, weighty presence settles in the core of your being.

"No.. Wait, no.." You protest weakly against some unseen assailant, groaning as the strange, heavy sensation spreads throughout your entire body. You struggle to make out the sight of your expanding body through your blurred vision as your senses attempt to keep up with your rapid changes. A feminine moan escapes your mouth as you lean forward sluggishly, pressing your thickening fingers into the sides of your ballooning belly. You can feel your arms press into the sides of your expanding breasts. You frantically grope along the underside of your belly and along your groin, only to find that your manhood was gone without a trace. You can feel the bed buckle at your increasing weight while your ass explodes in size. Finally, the entire array of strange sensations begins to subside as the panties become a snug fit on your new body and then some, allowing you to get a good look at yourself. The effort of lifting your new body from your bed leaves you lightheaded and gasping for breath; you can feel sweat forming within your rolls and beneath your arms.

You can't help but shriek at the sight that meets you. Somehow, the panties rewrote your being entirely leaving you as this morbidly obese woman that you've never seen in your entire life. At some point during the process, a fitting bra materialized across your sizeable breasts preserving some of your modesty, but that was hardly any consolation for you now. You stare into your bedroom mirror, its reflection depicting an exhausted, red-faced woman with tears flowing down her red cheeks. Your stomach churns and groans violently, forcing you to pause to vent a humongous, shuddering belch that left your ears ringing. You were now unmistakably obese, easily one of the fattest girls you've ever seen in your life. The way your belly jiggles and sways with every step along with the ridiculous weight of your ass slowing you to a crawl leaves you cringing with embarrassment.

The sharp scent of sweat interrupts your frantic gazing forcing you to slow down for a moment. You feel along the back of the panties that were now wedged against your titanic ass only to discover they were more soaked than when you first found them. Even the bra that was digging into the upper half of your gut was already damp with sweat. With a frustrated groan, you settle in for the evening. You try peeling the soaked panties from your obese body but the damage is clearly done; you remain stuck as this woman without any way of going back.

A few weeks pass while you struggle to conform to your new identity. Life was exceedingly difficult, especially when you found out that the panties changed you and nothing else whatsoever, leaving you feeling trapped in what was once your reality. Finding a new job along with settling everything else was a challenge in itself and left you far more exhausted than you'd care to admit to. You find yourself sitting on the couch one evening just as you're closing in on the fourth week of your new life. A massive, sudden fart erupts from your ass, the horrid stench a quick reminder as to why you don't bother to go out anymore and prefer to live the life of a shut-in. You gradually peel your sweat-soaked thighs apart, the awful stench wafting through your apartment amplifying as you plunge a hand between your thighs, moaning softly as your sausage fingers press against your soaked slit. At the very least you had a good way of passing the time from now on..