Letting out a sigh of relief as the last of her pent-up gas leaked out of her, Kierra let her head droop down lazily. But what she saw lying on the bathroom floor made her do a double take. She bent over, still seated on the toilet, and picked it up from where it had fallen. It was... a tiny scale model pair of panties, just like a little doll might wear! Even more curious, she realized, was that they looked just like the pair she had put on this morning...

In a moment of quick thinking, Kierra put two and two together and reached under her skirt to confirm what she feared was true. Somehow her panties had shrunk right off of her! She pinched herself to make sure, but no, this wasn't a nightmare she was having. As she stood up, she shuddered as she felt a draft tickle between her legs. No choice but to go commando for the rest of the day, she realized.

As Kierra's enormous hand brought you up to her face, you were terrified out of your mind. You had really been hoping that at least your shrinking powers no longer worked now that you had become a pair of panties, but the massive woman's face scrutinizing your every angle made it abundantly clear that this was not so. At your scale, the breath she produced as she exhaled through her nose, while completely unnoticed to her, swirled around you, blanketing you in a type of body odor you had yet to experience from her. You were petrified, not that you could have done anything about the situation in your panty form anyways. Silently you watched as she thought for a moment, pinched herself, then stood up, crumpling you up into a ball in her fist. You were jostled around during the short walk back to her desk, and then without further fanfare, she surreptitiously hid you away in her purse. Come to think of it, you weren't of any use to her as panties when you were this small, were you? Maybe there was an upside to this whole shrinking thing after all...

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Heading back to her desk from one of the most awkward lunch breaks of her career, Kierra carefully lowered herself into her office chair and fired up her email client to see what she had missed. Nothing new in the inbox. Absentmindedly she checked the spam folder, ready to delete its contents when at the last second a particular subject line caught her eye. "'Unusual & Unique Fabric Innovations Wanted - Will Pay Cash'...? What on Earth is a 'fabric innovation'? Wanting to stoke some primal curiosity, she clicked on the email and began reading its contents.

"Here at FuturoChic, we aim to bring the fashions of the future to you, today! Have an idea for a clothing design or a new type of fabric? We'd love to hear it, and successful applicants will receive financial compensation, even if we don't use your idea! …"

"Wow, $200 just for submitting an idea? They must really be creatively dry, huh!" Kierra mumbled to herself as she read through the rest of the email. Like most spam, it seemed far too good to be true, and besides, she didn't have any good fashion ideas anyways. She liked to think of herself as a pretty fashionable person, but she wasn't that cutting edge. Putting the whole affair out of her mind, she backed out to the main email menu and deleted the message along with all the other spam.

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Getting into her car, Kierra fidgeted awkwardly as she felt her bare thighs rub together. She couldn't believe she'd had to go without underwear the whole work day. If only her panties hadn't… "Oh, right! My panties!" She dipped her hand into her purse to retrieve them, now safely in the privacy of her car. "Huh! They're full size again, like they never shrunk at all! Is this some kind of new fabric… technology…?" Kierra's memory suddenly flashed as the words on her tongue called vividly to mind the strange email she had received earlier. It was almost too perfect, they were looking for fabric innovations and here she was holding one! ...Well, maybe. It seemed like it could shrink or grow at different times, but it had certainly never done that before. What was different about today? She thought back to what she had been doing when it first shrank, and a light blush rose in her cheeks as she remembered her little… bathroom break.

Now morbidly curious, she thought about recreating the conditions from before… She lifted her butt off of her seat and held the panties against her skirt, trying to let loose into them. But, she wasn't able to produce anything. She really had gotten all of it out of her system earlier, it seemed. "You know," she thought, "maybe it was something about the office, or something even weirder, like a meteorite or something. Maybe I'm completely off-base." Resolving to figure it out some other time, she slipped the panties back up her legs, glad to at least be able to cover herself again.

She would likely have forgotten all about the odd events that transpired that day, but as she was nearing home, her gut rumbled. Focusing more on her driving, she passed the gas subconsciously, but was alarmed when in response she felt a subtle tingling feeling between her cheeks. It was soft, almost too faint to notice, but she was pretty sure she knew what it meant.

"Hey Mom, welcome home! Today was great, I got to hang out with Madison after class and we went to Starbucks-"

"Sorry dear, you'll have to tell me in a second! Gotta go to the bathroom first."

This was mostly the truth. Her stomach felt fine, but she needed to know if her theory was correct. She yanked her skirt down as soon as the door closed behind her, revealing… She was right! ...Probably? They definitely looked smaller, though it was a bit hard to tell. If she wanted to know for sure, she'd have to give herself gas on purpose. She could hardly believe she was doing this, but $200 was $200. Not to mention she wanted to solve the mystery of the shrinking panties for herself, too. A new resolve in her step, she pulled her skirt back up and walked out of the bathroom.
"Layla!"

"Yes, Mom?"

"I was thinking of doing burgers and beans for dinner. Does that sound good to you?"

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Nestled between Kierra's cheeks as she prepared dinner for herself and her daughter, you wondered how much she had figured out about the truth of the situation. She seemed to be keeping a close eye on you now that she had seen you shrink, but she didn't seem to understand at all the true cause behind it. And why should she? While you were an unusual pair of panties, there was nothing left of your once human form for her to make a proper connection to.

Dinner itself was fairly uneventful for the three of you. You could sort of make out what Kierra was saying, but not Layla, so you had to guess what half of their conversation was about. That being said, it certainly beat the silence of the office from earlier. Before you knew it, the meal had already passed, and Kierra got up to put her dishes in the sink. Telling her daughter she was going to "go read for a while", she practically ran up the stairs, excited to finally see if she had been right. Based on what you had understood of her ramblings earlier, you did not like the direction this was headed.

Shutting the bedroom door behind her, Kierra pulled her skirt to the floor so she could get a closer look. As she walked over to her mirror, you got a good look at yourself too, or at least what you had somehow been reduced to. You were mesmerized by the sight of the plain black panties wrapped around her waist. Of you. You were so engrossed in thought that you didn't notice immediately when Kierra began grunting, trying to ease out a fart to begin her little experiment. She strained and groaned, but still nothing came. Until… about half a minute later, a rumbling from her stomach indicated that her intestines had done their work. It was time. With another grunt, this time you were snapped out of your daze by an ear-splitting BRRRMMMPPPTTT, her cheeks trumpeting loudly as she blasted a fart point blank into you. You had no time to react before another followed, just as loud as the first. BRRRRMMMPPTT. Not that you had doubted she was actually crazy enough to do such a thing, but this woman was really farting on you intentionally, to try to get you to shrink! As the ripe smell of half-digested protein bombarded your senses, you wondered what horrible atrocities you must have committed in a past life to deserve the incomprehensible punishment you now endured.

It didn't take very long before Kierra got the results she was hoping for. You felt your body shudder involuntarily as it contracted around her hips, settling back into the thong shape it had held briefly earlier in the day. Another loud ass blast started the process all over again, though this time you began to slip down her butt, rather than deeper into it. You were getting too small to fit her. You looked up in the mirror to see her face, rapt with fascination as she roughly blasted your senses to bits with her indomitable scent. "I was right! I was right!!" She bounced up and down in place, only causing you to slide further down her legs. "I maybe would have chosen a different way to shrink them if I had the option, but I bet those future fashion folks are going to love these panties anyway!"

Was she planning on giving you away? You must have missed something that came up earlier, who was she talking about? Your mind filling with possibilities, you panicked for a moment before realizing, wait, anyone is probably better than this lady anyways. Nobody else could possibly fart this much, besides her daughter, of course. If these "future fashion" people had some sort of advanced technology, maybe they'd even be able to set you free! Before your hopes got too high, however, Kierra butted in, yanking you the rest of the way off her legs and holding you up to her face. "Hmm, maybe I should do a few more tests before I bring these in tomorrow. I wonder if they have a minimum size…?"

Uh oh.