Exclusive Story: Split From Your Crush

[Panties TF]

“…You see, the solution this formula is just simple substitution, and from there its super simple to transfer data into a chart. Jeez, you always get so twisted with the simple subjects, you just gotta have more confidence, silly!” On a hot summer day, Liz chattered along while pointing to her textbook, her enthusiastic mix of teaching and teasing on display as always. “Umm, you are listening, right?”

Meanwhile, Alex could only nod along with a dreamy glare, his classmate’s charm completely intoxicating. His crush on Liz wasn’t a well-kept secret by any means, yet the young man remained suffering apart from the girl, too cowardly to bring himself further than casual friendship.

“Ugh, you always get so distracted when studying…” Liz sighed. “I’m worried about you, y’know? Always with your head in the clouds, so meek and helpless–ugh, its like someone has to step in and take care of you!” The girl pouted. Not out of any actual anger, Alex knew, but from her very own brand of teasing she loved to shower her friends in. Still, he had a distinct feeling from her this time, if only from subtle cues like her staggering eyes and ragged breaths.

"A-Anyways, what I’m getting at is…” Liz whispered, yet a sudden noise made her hand instantly dart away from reaching for her friend’s leg. “D-Did you hear that? Oh no, she is not supposed to be here so soon! My mom will kill me if she sees I have a boy over!”

Though Alex wished to comfort the girl, his panic just about surpassed hers. He had met Liz’s mom previously, and she was not a kind woman, especially to any members of the male sex. “Don’t worry, I can just hide in the closet… or something.” He proposed, the idea exciting him somewhat, so similar to the antics of those romance comedies he often saw.

“Are you stupid? She’ll sense you instantly! Gotta think quick, there has to be a way to nullify even your passive mana!” Deep in problem solving mode, Liz began to utter truly baffling terms. “Ah, I got it! Look, this is gonna be weird, but it will be only for a few minutes, okay?”

Alex’s crush waved her hands about. He had wanted to protest, but then an intense wave of drowsiness came over him. Despite being seconds away from getting caught by a terrifying woman, all the boy could muster was yawning his lungs out. With each exhale, his already scrawny body became lighter and looser as all air was blown off him. His clothes slipped off and crumbled to dust, yet Alex couldn’t muster to be embarrassed by his nudity. The boy was now nothing more than limp, malleable rubbish, though his body soon gained a new purpose as it was molded into a y-shaped strap with its ends fused together. Alex’s face lay squashed at the interior of his body’s wider rear part, though not for long as the entirety of his rubbery skin shifted into soft cotton.

“Elizabeth, I heard noises from here, did anything happen?” Liz’s mom spared not even a greeting as she barged into her room with watchful eyes. She relaxed somewhat when seeing nothing more than her daughter amidst lone study time. “H-Hi, ma! You’re home early…” The teen tried to control her heartbeat.

“Wait a minute, what’s this?” The mother bent over, raising her plump ass and wide hips high to the air. Gripped by her hands were a pair of panties a light pink in color. “Tch, what have I said about keeping your room clean, missy?!” She stretched the underwear, its width surpassing even that of her own shoulders. “No way these would fit your skinny frame, did you snatch some of my panties?! Ugh, just go back to studying, silly girl.” The woman was much too annoyed as she left to notice the mortified look on her daughter’s face. Though she wanted nothing more than to rescue her classmate-turned-briefs, Liz couldn’t think of how to talk her way into getting him back. With an apologetic look to the underwear, Liz sunk into her notebooks as she bid her time for a rescue.

Meanwhile, Alex screamed in terror as he was bundled up in the hands of a giantess. He had awoken from his stupefied stupor upon being touched and had not even a second to adjust before coming to face the titanic glare of Liz’s mom. The woman was now an insurmountable mountain to the boy, one with enough might to carry his body as if it had no weight or resistance. Once he was painfully stretched out, he realized his body truly was as feeble as it felt, unable to even voice any resistance as it was folded unto itself. Though instead of any pain, Alex was smothered by the cushy softness of him clashing over himself, mixed with the concerning words of the woman holding him, it took little time for the panties to figure out what had happened to them, implausible at it appeared.

“Ugh, these smell like crap. Just what were these doing in that little freak’s room?” The woman tossed Alex into her laundry hamper to mingle with fellow clothes. Worn-out bras, stained shirts and crusty sweatpants, all these and more were what Alex sunk in to be intoxicated by their stench of stale sweat. Thankfully, his torment was seeming to end soon once Liz’s guilt-stricken face loomed over the hamper.

“...Ahem” The girl’s outstretched hand reeled back at her mom’s voice. “I have to do laundry, missy, step aside.”

“L-L-Laundry?!” The simple word petrified the girl’s soul. “Can’t you wait a little bit? I also must do some! Or… or I could help you sort them out!”

The woman dismissed her panicked mess of a daughter and loaded her washing machine, giving Alex the chance for a final pleading look at his crush before being entombed in clothes. What came after was the merciless tossing of a washing cycle, soaking the panties to the brim and wringing them with force greater than a hurricane. Now a crumpled, soggy rag, Alex could barely manage a thought as he was loaded into the dryer, where instead of vicious tossing, he was spun around in the throes of infernal heat.

Watching the buzzing dryer with dread, Liz was soon entranced by its hypnotic spinning. Her intense worry washed away much like Alex’s own during his transformation. She stood by in a daze as her mom folded her clothes, never raising her voice even as she noticed a pink pair of panties. Coming back to her senses, Liz returned to her room, where study supplies meant for a single person were set up. Diving into her books, she scratched an itch on her mind, a nagging feeling that she was meant to be studying along a peer. Liz sighed, while that would be nice, she had always been quite the loner at school.

Ultimately, Liz was a novice witch. Despite her knowing the consequences that processes such as washing could have on sentient clothes, she was defenseless against the ensuing wiping of her memory. There was no space on her mind to recall the boy named Alex--for her, there was only a pair of underwear among her mother’s vast wardrobe.

Left hopelessly waiting to be turned back, the panties were crammed along with a dozen others in their new owner’s drawer. Though they remained hopeful, that all came crashing down the day they first saw their owner’s bare ass. Fresh out of a shower, the mother had picked one among several panties for the day, sliding them along her legs and tugging forcefully so they would fit along the entirety of her fat ass.

And so, Alex’s daily life changed from school and sports into supporting a milf’s ample bottom. Whether she was at work, picking her daughter off school, or exercising, Alex would be picked at random to clothe the bubble butt, his threads barely holding on as he was stretched to his limits. At the end of his ordeal, his sweat-drenched body would be tossed back into the hamper, then back again to the washing machine, drier, and drawer. The process became a torturously boring routine for the panties, whose mind dulled by the day with fleeting hope of ever escaping.

*

On a chilly winter morning, Liz knocked on the door to her mother’s house before being let it. She yawned, having not slept well last night, yet that had become a commonality for the woman. She moved carefully as to not bruise her swollen belly–one not fat and flabby but bloated in a stiffer manner. She steadied a handbag on her shoulder, but most importantly, held closer to her chest the baby cradled on her arms.

“Good morning, love. Here to drop off your little urchin?” The older woman snatched the young girl, bringing her in for motherly cuddles. “Fufufu, that husband of yours might be lousy, but at least he did a good job making this cutie!”

Liz sighed, still not used to her mother’s slights even after all the years. Now a 30-year-old, the woman’s life had become a hectic juggling between working her back off and being a mother. Thankfully, her own mother was there to watch her back and aid whenever, as was the case when she played nanny for her granddaughter.

“I woke up with such a headache, do you have any pills?” Liz complained, to which her mom scoffed. “Hmmph, I don’t know how you got into another pregnancy right after the first one. There should be some in my nightstand, go look for them.” She said coldly before focusing on the baby at her lap, seemingly the only one who wrangled some warmth from the woman.

Liz grimaced upon stepping in her mother’s room. For being so haughty with cleanliness during her childhood, the woman had become sloppier since living alone. Makeup and clutter lined the room’s nightstand, and various dirty garments littered the floor. In particular was a pair of panties laid across the bed, Liz had every right to ignore the undergarments, yet something beckoned her to them from the corner of her eyes.

Now in Liz’s hands, a dull consciousness stirred awake within the panties’ threads. After years of nothing but the same woman’s ass and occasional glimpses of her face, Alex was shocked to see a different person stretching out his fabric. His mind was muddled, now only capable of the simplest concepts, yet even he could tell the woman’s focus was squared solely at him.

As Liz’s gaze shifted with worry, so too did Alex burst into a panicked realization. Though greatly matured, he could recognize the woman as his high school crush, the last person he ever talked to before plunging into the life of property. The panties looked ahead both with relief at reunion and anger at being condemned to such a fate, though above all they pleaded desperately to be freed.

“Oh dear… A-Alex?!” She gasped; her magic’s memory wiping having weakened after more than a decade passing by. Tears welled in the girl’s eyes as memories of the cute boy she crushed on all came back. She realized that while she ventured out of teen hood and into married life, the poor panties had known nothing but her mom’s ass. “I’m so sorry, Alex, I really am! Hold on buddy… I think I can fix this.”

She paced around to recall the spell she had half-forgotten about. Just as she remembered a restoration chant, Liz hesitated. After all this time, would it really be a good idea to turn the boy back? It would be a huge ordeal for him to acclimate back to human life, not to mention the consequences that would befall Liz. The woman couldn’t even be sure if the panties still had a mind, she doubted they did.

Whispering a final apology, Liz cast her spell. Not one to retrieve Alex’s humanity, but rather the opposite. Like that day so many years ago, Liz stood still in a daze before shaking her groggy mind awake. For whatever reason, the past few minutes were a total blank to her–probably form lack of sleep, she assumed. Looking below, she saw some of her mom’s underwear in her hands, which she tossed away in disgust. She had no clue why she would ever touch such a thing; she couldn’t imagine just how much ass sweat was soaked into the things.