Jams woke up with a slight headache. The first thing he realized was he couldn't move his arms or legs because he was tied up, stuffed in some kind of sack, and in a dark room. The rope he was bound with was very smooth, almost like plastic and there was an oddly familiar minty smell coming from somewhere. He struggled to loosen his bonds with no luck. After several minutes his eyes adjusted to the dark and he was able to make out some details, although nothing he saw really helped. All he could tell was he was in some kind of low ceiling room with a bunch of blankets or some kind of silky cloth strewn around the floor of this place. He tried to stand but the sack he was in was too thick and the best she could manage was to roll over on his stomach and try to crawl.
Normally this wouldn't have been so bad but with his new breasts every time they scraped the cheap wooden floor hurt. They had felt big to begin with but in this situation they felt huge! After crawling like an inchworm for a few feet he came to one of the piles of cloth. He realized it was all one piece and was very silky. Using his mouth he foraged through it until he felt a piece that was different than the rest. It was more rough, almost like paper but with a gloss to it. He grabbed it in his mouth and pulled it into a small sliver of light that was coming from the ceiling. He could make out some large writing on it. There were two words written but because the light was so think he could only make out the first three letters of each word. It read: VIC...
SEC...
"Why does that sound familiar?" he though to himself when he felt the ropes around his wrists loosen a bit. After a little struggling he managed to free his right arm, then his left. After than he went to work on his legs but first he climbed out of the sack he was in, which was made of an almost impossibly thick cottony material. Soon he was untied and stood up. He noticed that the minty smell was coming from the rope. "Who makes mint scented rope?" he mused. The room was a little too short and he bumped his head on the ceiling. "Ow! Where the hell am I?" he wondered, knowing that at his current height of 5'2 there shouldn't be too many rooms that were too short for him. Standing for the first time he also noticed how unstable the floor felt, like there was nothing holding it in place. He went back to the sign he find and managed to make out the rest of the writing.
...TORIA'S
...RET
"Victoria's Secret? Am I in some kind of stock room?" He wondered out loud while walking to the far end of the room, where he could make out some kind of cylindrical object. Jusr as he reached it, he slipped on another piece of silk and landed on the cylinder. As he hit he hit a switch that caused the thing to vibrate, which in turn made the whole room shake and buzz. The shaking was so strong it rattled his teeth until he managed to turn it off. Gradually, he started to put all the pieces together. Nervously, he ran back to the Victoria's Secret "sign" and ran his hand along the material until he realized what it was, a giant pair of panties. Then he found the "sack" and found that it was a giant sock. Falling to the floor, he felt the ground and realized it was cheap plywood, the kind you'd find in an "underwear drawer" he muttered to himself. "I'm in an underwear drawer! What happened to me?" just as the room shook and light poured into the "room". When his eyes adjusted to the light he saw a giant face grinning down on him.
