Lace sat contently in the little wooden drawer he occupied. His crumpled form meant he could only really make out his own fabric. Though even that was difficult with what little light had filtered in through the crack in the drawer. He hadn't slept at all that night or rather he didn’t think he could.
During the night he had tried to connect further with the rest of Ash's underwear but to little avail. He could only seem to get vague emotions out of them. Either that was all they were capable of or his mind wasn't quite panty enough to get any deeper conversation than that. As Lace mulled over the possibility of someday actually talking to his fellow undies, a ringing from outside the drawer suddenly captured his attention.
Ash awoke to the sound of an alarm and the familiar feeling of morning wood. Groggily she stuffed her hand down her boxers to readjust its occupant. She had forgotten its original name, or more accurately she had wiped her memory of it nowadays it was just cock. It had been a school bully at one point, and Ash had been one of its many victims bullied for being trans. One download of Tfrm later and Ash's dick was a mind of its own. Unlike Lace however she claimed it years before mandatory time limits were put in place. It would never get to take its human form again, doomed to a life as its victims' genitalia.
Ash smiled to herself as she felt her member soften. Every morning she was reminded of the hateful mockery the former bully used to spew. And every morning she gets to remind it that the only thing it's mouth is good for spewing now is her piss and cum. Slowly the sleepy trans-women pulled herself out of bed to make another such reminder.
Ash had also been targeted for her weight, she had always been a bit chubby afterall. It was one of the reasons she was so surprised Lace agreed to be her panties. She didn’t really think guys would like girls like her. Though Lace had kindly taught her where she saw unsightly flab guys saw curves and “thicc thighs”.
It was one of the reasons she had come to love Lace. Not like a woman loves a man of course but like how a woman loves her things. Maybe had things gone differently then they could have dated but fate decided she got new undies instead. He loved her too of course; the way any possession loves its owner. It's that blind devotion to her that has come to fill her with confidence. The guy couldn't even remember his time as underwear, and he was still so into her body that he practically jumped into her underwear drawer the second she asked.
“Of course he doesn't know about my cock yet.” She thought to herself as she shuffled to the bathroom. It was actually the biggest reason she kept his mind off till then, but at that point there wasn't a doubt in Ash's mind that it would matter. He'd hate it of course, but he hated farts, and sweat, and piss too and none of that has stopped him. He has the soul of a good pair of panties now; actually he probably always did. His comfort comes second to being her underwear, and he knew it.
The sound of Ash's foot falls seemed like thunder to her helpless panties. He hadn't quite adjusted to it but his new size did seem to amplify the difference in status between the two. Next came the clink of porcelain and the unmistakable sound of a stream of piss hitting the toilet water. It was louder than he expected, but then again Lace had never actually listened to a woman pee. Next came the sound of the shower and Lace shivered in anticipation. If he had a mouth he'd be drooling. it wouldn't be long now until he'd get a face full of that plush goddess ass.
Ash took her time in the shower taking special care to lather up the indignant prick hanging between her legs. She considered shaving her bush too to make Lace's first experience a little easier but decided against it. She didn’t normally keep herself shaved so it was best to just rip the band-aid. When finally her shower had finished she stepped out sopping wet and walked out into her room buck naked. her cock swung limply between her legs, all of its morning rebellious spirit used up already.
It was then that she started to lay out her outfit for the day on her bed. A punk band tee-shirt, a pair of high waisted jeans, some cute stripy socks, an older slightly worn push up bra and of course her lucky panties. Of course this was the first time Lace had ever seen her cock so she made sure to take her time with laying him out. taking in the sight of her outfit her vision lingered on the bra and she sighed to herself. She’d have to try and get one to match Lace. Maybe she'd try and get him a girlfriend. With that she turned her back to her clothes to finish her morning routine.
Lace stared helplessly at the bare ass of his owner through the bathroom door as she blow dried her hair. If he could scream he'd have screamed. if he could tremble he'd be trembling, but he could only stare in terror at her back. Questions raced through the terrified mind of Ash's favorite panties. He hadn't quite had the time to process it but that was a cock right? How could that be possible? Was Ash trans? Why hadn't she told him?
When Finally Ash had finished drying her hair she turned around and made her way to her bed. Her cock swinging menacingly with each step. She wasted no time plucking Lace up off the bed and stepping into his leg holes. He could only look up in horror as his owner pulled him up snug into his place. Lace's face or rather his gusset was plunged directly into her most intimate of spaces. What would have been his eyes and nose were given a front row seat to Ash's twitching anus and taint while he also felt like he had a mouth full of her balls. Her cock fit snugly into his front portion and he felt himself cradle it and her ass instinctively.
“Perfect fit as always.” Ash mused to herself as she admired the way Lace hugged her body. After she got her cock she had felt like she had to give up on cute panties that was until she met Lace. He was the first pair that truly fit her comfortably save for his little habit of riding up but she could hardly blame him, what with his seemingly unending love for her posterior. She finished putting on the rest of her clothes, her yoga pants sealing Lace into what would inevitably become a world class swamp ass and finally made her way out to her kitchen.
There she found Kiana half asleep, half dressed, and with her hair in a bonnet standing over the coffee pot. “Morning, coffee?” she grumbled out.
“Please” Ash responded politely as she popped a bagel in the toaster and sat down at their breakfast nook. By this point Ash had already stopped thinking of Lace. As such she remained blissfully unaware of the hell she was already subjecting her underwear to.
Lace felt like he was suffocating. He wasn't really he didn’t actually need oxygen any more, but the human part of his brain hadn't quite caught on to that fact yet. What's more he hadn't quite anticipated what it would feel like to be worn while sitting. Each and every slight movement of the titanic women serve to grind and compress Lace's fabric face further into her freckled ass. He had never felt smaller. All the mass in Lace's form couldn't even add up to a fraction of the weight of his owner now comfortably resting atop him.
“You got the laundry ready yet?” Kiana asked as she filled up her roommate's mug making sure to add whole milk.
“Nope.” Ash responded. “I'll load it all up after this.”
“Alright I want to be out by ten though.” Kiana continued as Ash's breakfast shot up out of the toaster. “I called ahead to a couple of shelters, we've got our first appointment at one.”
“Did any of them say if they had any shoes in stock?” Ash stood up to retrieve her bagel letting Kiana clock the pantylines adorning her ass.
She smiled to herself as she imagined all the suffering her roommate's underwear must be enduring. Soon she'd have her own little unfortunate soul of her own to torture. “Yeah apparently footwear is pretty common, this first place has three women's shoes up for adoption.”
“What styles?” Ash asked as she spread cream cheese over her bagel. Between the milk in her coffee and the cheese poor little Lace would be getting a front row seat to what dairy does to Ash.
“Their catalog listed a boot, a sneaker, and a heel.” Kiana responded as she continued to watch Ash intently.
“A boot? do they not have both shoes then?” Ash asked as she took her seat across from Kiana.
“They said they've sourced non living matches for all three.” Kiana smirked. “Apparently they make them carry around their matching shoe even when they're human. They call it bonding.”
Ash smiled between bites of her bagel as she pictured the thought. She'd probably make Lace do the same once she finds him a matching bra. “What if they aren't your size?”
“Well I've read online that you can ‘train’ an object to change its size or style. It's basically just exposure therapy. For shoes you pretty much just have them worship your feet while they're human. For the non living shoe I'll just have to buy another.” Kiana failed to hide the excitement in her voice but it wasn't exactly anything new for Ash. She’d known her since grade school and had long ago found out about her more sadistic tendencies.
“Are you dead set on shoes then? did they have anything else that caught your eye?” Ash prodded as she finished the first half of her bagel.
“I checked, there's a bath mat, some socks, and nail polish.” Kiana listed them off, the catalog she browsed included names and pictures too but she only bothered to remember what they looked like as objects. Besides, she'd probably change their name anyway once she adopted them. There wasn't any point in a shoe having a person's name after all.
“All foot related then?” Ash pointed out the obvious pattern in Kiana's browsing trends.
“What can I say, sometimes a girlie just wants someone living at her feet.” Kiana feigned bashfulness.
The two of them carried on their morning conversation as normal. Lace still trapped beneath Ash had done his best to listen in at first but quickly had to give up. It was hard enough with Ash's pants and ass muffling everything. It took all of his focus and energy to make out a single sentence, all that focus that was ruined the moment Ash made even the slightest of movements. If she shifted her weight then all Lace could think about was her ass. Her cock twitches? then that's where his attention goes. He shuddered to think that he hadn't even been worn an hour yet.
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Ash dropped the overflowing laundry basket with a resounding thud on the floor of the laundromat. Between her and Kiana she estimated they'd need six machines, and thankfully there weren't too many people there then. She took special care with all of Lace's sisters as she always did; making sure they were kept in a little mesh lingerie bag. It was something Lace would learn to appreciate in time. For all the suffering his life would be from now on at least his owner would know when to use the delicate cycle.
The women proceeded to load the machines as normal, well for five of them that is. The last load Kiana had made sure to set aside for her favorite machine. In the back of the dingy little building a naked asian woman knelt quietly between machines #16 and #18.
Laundry machine #17 was trapped in a permanent hybrid form now. Her once beautiful soft skin had become hard enameled steel. A slim figure now gone replaced with a huge bloated stomach that housed an internal drum. Her nipples were now dials used to adjust her settings and her ass and pussy both had pipes running into them. She had wanted to cry once she saw who was approaching her. She grew up with Kiana and had even been best friends once but ever since her mother had so graciously given her a “job” their relationship was never the same.
“hey #17 I've got your favourite!” Kiana taunted her in a sing-song voice as she dropped the basket in front of her. She had a name once but not even her former best friend would use it anymore.
“Oh, w…welcome ba-” #17 was cut off as the college student grabbed her mouth and yanked it open.
“I got to the gym almost every day this week so I've got plenty of yummy sweat stains for you. I even made sure there were a couple skid marks in there too.” #17 teared up as her mouth filled with Kiana's rank-ass laundry. her entire interior functioned as one giant tongue with which she could suck the stains right out of fabric. Most people would pour in detergent too but not Kiana she would hate to mask the taste.
“Damn Kiki, you're still so hard on her.” Ash noted as she filled machine #18 next to her.
“Whatever it's what it deserves, this bitch tried to steal my boyfriend junior year. Besides, who cares it's just a laundry machine anyway.” She answered as she jumped up and sat her full weight on #17's face. She always loved the extra level of humiliation she could lay on her.
“Yeah I guess you're right, but weren't you the one who dumped him?” Ash asked as she sat down on the bench opposite her.
“Ugh yeah the creep wouldn't stop trying to convince me to turn into a fleshlight, but still it's girl code; you don't go after a friend's ex.” She recalled as she pulled out her phone.
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The next hour or so went by quickly with the two girls chatting away as they did their laundry. It was during this time that Lace experienced Ash's farts for the first time. It wasn't a particularly bad fart in fact if he was still human he would probably rate the professor's as worse. But he wasn't human, he was a little pair of panties.
That tiny little toot came without any warning or fanfare and forced its way through his fabric and with it his very being. It felt as if his very soul was being branded. Lace felt himself internally gagging for a full twenty minutes after the fact before he could finally calm himself down enough to fully grasp what had happened.
That feeling like his soul was branded? that's what it feels like to be stained, he realized. Microscopic shit particles had invaded him and left their first mark. It's not like there were any streaks yet but there would be. Lace's mind flashed to an image of Ash's discarded underwear and he knew what his future had in store.
Still despite all the revulsion that dominated the human part of his brain there was something else as well. Something deeper, a tiny kernel in the other part of his brain, the panty part of his brain. It wasn't pleasure or enjoyment in fact revulsion still penetrated that deep, it was pride. He just took his first fart! He caught all those shit particles and did his job, and he did it all while being both cute and comfy too! He was sure that if he could speak to her pants they'd be grateful.
Lace did his best to embrace those thoughts as he realized that was his path to happiness in this life. He'd probably never like the smell or taste of Ash's farts, or her cock or her balls, but he's not supposed to. It was hard work being Ash's underwear but something has to do it and Lace gets to be that thing.
All the while her underwear was powering through its little crisis Ash barely noticed. For her all that happened was the tiniest little bit of gas escaping while she folded laundry. She barely even scrunched her face in response and not once did her thoughts ever even remotely turn to Lace. Why would she? he had already eaten quite a few of her farts before the only difference is now he'll remember it.
Twenty minutes later and the girls had finally finished and were loading up their car when Ash's stomach started to rumble. “well we've got a little bit of time left before your appointment, want to hit up taco bell?”
