$5 Tier Short: Makoto Nijima to panties (Patreon)

“Weird, it’s not like her to be this late…” Kasumi Yoshizawa wondered as she sat in the school library, bored. She was waiting for a very specific person - the Student council president herself, Makoto Nijima. She wasn’t very close to the girl, but the athlete was in dire need of tutoring, and with Ren playing the role of an intermediary, Makoto agreed to help her out after school. Yet… she wasn’t there. Ren assured her of the girl’s punctuality, not to mention she had a reputation of being pretty much a perfect student, so this situation threw the redhead for a loop. Should she wait and start studying by herself, or?

The girl was unaware of the fact that Makoto was actually in the library too, much closer to her than one could’ve anticipated, in fact. But the first-year was unable to see her, all because the council president was currently hidden under her very own checkered skirt, and even then, she probably wouldn’t recognize her because, well... the girl wasn’t a girl anymore, pure and simple. Unexplainably, Makoto had woken up not as a person, but as an ordinary, black-and-brown pair of panties - Kasumi’s panties, to be precise.

The last few hours have been a nightmare. Becoming simple cloth, completely unrecognizable as a human was bad enough, but actually being worn was much worse. While her owner, or anyone, for that matter, was unable to hear her cries for help, that didn’t stop the former girl from trying. Every move of the athlete was met with an unheard plea to stop, to spare her from this torture, but it all accounted to nothing. Kasumi just went about her day as always, not really paying any attention to her underwear. Sure, she enjoyed this new pair, it was incredibly comfy and absorbent, but that was the extent of the girl’s opinion on this matter. It definitely came in handy during her PE lessons, though.

Yet, Makoto’s thoughts couldn’t be more different. Soaked in sweat, she had no option other than to wait for her eventual release, be it turning back or just being taken off. At this point, she wasn’t going to be picky. Unfortunately, it seemed as if her emancipation would be delayed quite a bit, all thanks to her promise to her redheaded underclassman. For the foreseeable future, it would seem she’d have to get used to being crushed between a plastic chair and the athlete’s plump butt, not that she wasn’t very familiar with the feeling already, after so much time spent in classrooms.

“Seems she’s not picking up…” Kasumi commented while letting out a big sigh. “If she’s not here in 15 minutes, I’m going ho-- Ugh, maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that old ramen…” The first-year ignored the growl produced by her stomach as Makoto panicked. She heard it loud and clear, the nasty roar served as a fair warning before the storm that was about to hit her. A warning that… she was unable to do anything about, except brace herself mentally. Unfortunately, it didn’t amount to much when her face was right at the epicenter of the explosion.

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