You weren't sure how much time had passed, but eventually your consciousness returned to you. As your vision slowly faded in, you realized almost immediately that something was very wrong. You tried to sit up, to move your arms or your legs, but nothing seemed to respond to your will. It wasn't just that, though. You tried to look down at your body to see what was wrong, but when you looked at where your chest should have been, there was nothing there. All you could see were atoms, electrons whirring around their nuclei. What the heck was going on? You had no way of getting any more answers right now, so you did the only thing you could do: sit and observe.
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After about an hour (or so you estimated), you were relieved to notice that your body's ability to regrow its size hadn't been affected by whatever had happened to you. You sat and waited some more, and soon the atoms around you were comparatively small enough that you could make out a familiar grid-like pattern. After a much longer wait, the macroscopic world slowly came back into focus, though it was too dark where you were to be able to make out any distinguishing features. All you could guess so far was that you were on some sort of fabric again. Well, wherever "you" were. Despite returning to a size that should have been visible, there was still no trace of your actual body anywhere. You continued to look around, trying to find any clues that would help you escape from wherever you were, when suddenly...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
An ear-piercing alarm went off somewhere impossibly far away. Your world shuddered a little, kind of like a small earthquake, and with a small delay you felt yourself being violently yanked in one direction. Your environment shook left and right, accompanied by distant shuffling sounds, and then you heard a click. Everything instantly became bright, and your terrible suspicions were confirmed by what appeared in front of you: two enormous ass cheeks. You hadn't moved at all -- you were still in Kierra's panties!
Instinctively you braced yourself for another gas blast, but instead you felt yourself falling. You watched as the giant derrière rose up and away from you, followed by miles and miles of legs. Once you hit the floor, you saw Kierra step out of the panties from a viewpoint you never in your life thought you'd have. She then picked you up and threw you across the room, into a laundry hamper. You weren't sure what made you want to throw up more, the g-forces of your sudden flight, or the smell of your landing spot. You still couldn't find any way to move yourself, though, so it seemed you'd have to get used to it for a while. Over the next ten minutes, Kierra got dressed in a different outfit and headed out of the room, neglecting to turn off the lights. That said, all you could really see from your vantage point was the other half of the panties, folded on top of you. Kierra didn't seem like she was returning any time soon, so you went back to waiting around. Maybe something would happen while she was gone that would free you, or at least explain what was happening, you thought.
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You felt yourself slowly growing back within the undisturbed interior of the hamper, but something even more strange was happening along with it. You would have expected the panties underneath you to continue to shrink compared to you, but after a certain point they just... curved? Your mind couldn't really make sense of what it was seeing. After another spurt of growth, you could see the inside of the panties from the opposite angle, too, like you were on the "ceiling" of the panties, but also the "floor". If you concentrated, you could also see the real ceiling of the room, far above you. But that shouldn't be possible, right? You waited to see what else your growth would do, but it only seemed to curve around and connect you to the place where you started, and then it stopped completely. As you looked around with your new 360° degree vision, your body was still nowhere to be seen. In its place all you could see were the underwear Kierra had been wearing last night when she farted you into oblivion. But that meant... You were her panties?! You tried to scream, to cry, to run away, to do anything, but it wasn't like panties had muscles for doing any of those things. All you could do was sit in silence, waiting for someone to interact with your lifeless form. You couldn't decide whether you were terrified or bored out of your mind.
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When Kierra got home from work that evening, the only acknowledgment you received was a pile of that day's clothes landing on top of you, blocking out the only things you could see (not that they were terribly interesting anyway). Surrounded by darkness, you had to rely on your sense of hearing to determine what was going on in the world around you. Your senses of touch and smell still worked too, but given where you were right now, you tried not to think about those sensations too much. You did your best to distract yourself, to think about the plotlines of any movies you had watched recently, or try and remember all the players on your favorite baseball teams, but it was hard to focus with the smell of musk, sweat, and dirt all around you. As time went on, it only seemed to get worse.
In perhaps your only stroke of good luck, it seemed you could still sleep like a normal person. You eagerly embraced the fatigue when it came, allowing you to at least spend a few hours dreaming of something else. Perhaps when you woke up, you'd discover this had all been one long nightmare.
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You awoke to more darkness, and a violent shaking, suggesting that yesterday had been quite real after all. You felt yourself fall as you and the clothes around you were dumped into what you could only assume was a washing machine. Up above, you saw Kierra's face, and then her boobs hover over the opening to the machine as she reached over to adjust the controls. You wished you could call out to her, to make your presence known in some way, but it seemed you really were just a pair of panties now. You couldn't do any such thing. Kierra closed the lid of the washer, leaving you to the fate she had unknowingly doomed you to. The biting cold of the water that rushed over you and the intense pressure of the spin cycle barely registered in your mind as you deeply contemplated what this meant for your future. An hour later, you were equally powerless to get her attention as her giant hand whisked you out of the washer and into the dryer. You were supposed to be taller than her, why was this the size you were now stuck at? Just what had happened to you in the subatomic world that had sentenced you to this cruel fate?
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You expected to be folded up and placed into a dresser, but instead you sat in the dryer long after it had finished its cycle. Kierra evidently wasn't the most organized person in the world. She did eventually come to retrieve you, but you noticed as she pulled you out that she was only wearing a towel, having just gotten out of the shower. Thinking she was alone, she wasted no time in dropping the towel to the floor, giving you a front-row seat to her enormous, naked body as she reached down and slid you up her legs.
This was far different from the last time she had worn you. Before, you only took up a small patch of the fabric across from where her asshole was, but now you could feel her entire butt filling you up. You felt your form wrapped around her crotch in the front, too. It wasn't a tight fit by any means, but it was still far more intimate than you ever wanted to get with this woman. You watched from around her hips as she reached into the dryer and pulled out a bra. As she straightened back up to her full height, you realized that since you were flush against her, you couldn't actually see her face from below the shelf of her breasts unless she happened to bend over.
Once she was fully dressed in a flowy top and skirt, you tried to look around, but all you could see in every direction was some part of her body. It felt like a massive invasion of her privacy, but when you thought about all that she and her daughter had put you through the past couple of days, you didn't feel quite as bad. At least you had something nice to look at, though you weren't really in a good position to enjoy it.
Kierra began walking somewhere, interrupting your train of thought. You could feel yourself stretch taut and go limp across her glutes as they pushed and pulled you around, gently jiggling the whole time. If this was to be your new life, it would take a lot of getting used to...
