Minerva and Rachel - The Perfect Fabric (Patreon)

"Rachel! Where are you?" Minerva screamed as she stormed into the living room.

"I’m right here! What's going on?" Rachel replied. She was lying on the couch stretching out her elastic limbs.

“The nude fabric I had is mysteriously missing,” Minerva said as she crossed her four muscular arms. “I was going to use it to make an outfit for tonight. I have a party to attend and needed to make something that fit me. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about it would you?”

“You mean the extra soft nude fabric that was laying on your bed?”

“So you did take it!” Minerva balled her hands into fists.

“I’m sorry! I had just spilled something in the hallway and grabbed the nearest thing I could, and it happened to be that fabric,” Rachel rambled nervously.

"You what?!" Minverva shouted angrily. She couldn’t believe her roommate would treat that plush fabric as if it were nothing more than a dish cloth. "What did you do with it afterwards? And please tell me it was just water. If so, then I can quickly dry it and still use it.”

Rachel looked sheepish. “No…it was chocolate milk, some blueberry jam and some ice cream.”

“Ugh I can’t believe you,” Minerva said as she raised her four hands to her head, two of them sliding down her face in frustration. “That fabric is completely ruined now!”

“I was too lazy to get out of bed. So, I just stretched my arms to the kitchen. I might have underestimated my ability though…” Rachel tried to explain. “Why don't you go to the mall and buy yourself a nice outfit?”

“I went yesterday and couldn't find anything. That’s why I wanted to make something myself and why I had that fabric! Ugh. I can’t believe this. I was already running behind, and now there’s no time to go to the mall much less is there time to go buy more fabric then come back and make something like I’d planned. Because someone had to go and mess with my things,” she glared at Rachel.

"Yeah, well maybe you shouldn’t leave things til the last minute," Rachel quipped.

Minerva froze, anger immobilizing her. “I’m sorry this is not my fault. You spilled things because you were lazy, so you went into my room and took my things to clean up your mess. You need to fix this!”

"Can’t you just use a curtain or a sheet to sew something?"

"Are you serious?!" Minerva screeched. “Neither of those are sewing fabrics! And this isn’t a Halloween party, it’s a launch party for a new line of sportswear! I can’t just throw a sheet over my head! What is wrong with you? God and what if Matthew is there?”

"Oooh trying to impress your crush?" Rachel asked with a mischievous expression.

"No! Well, maybe a little," Minerva said, looking away. She was still furious with Rachel but anytime Matthew was brought up she couldn’t help but blush.

"I think that bulge in your crotch answers the question for you.”

Minerva turned bright red and moved two of her hands as casually as she could to cover it. “Look, this isn’t getting the problem solved. And since you caused the problem in the first place, you need to fix it. So, what’s your solution?”

Rachel pulled her elastic arms back in and sat up straight on the couch. After a moment of thinking her eyes lit up like two light bulbs. "I have an idea! You wanted a nude colored fabric, right?"

“Yes, I did.”

"Well then, I'll be the cloth!"

"I don't follow," Minerva replied skeptically.

“You can stretch me, mold me, and even cut me, so make me your outfit! It’ll be fun and I’ll get to go to the party, too!”

“I don't know. That feels weird,” Minerva said. She was very unsure of this plan and couldn’t say she was all that excited about the prospect of wearing her roommate.

“That’s the only solution I’ve got this late in the game. Take it or leave it,” Rachel shrugged.

Minerva sighed heavily. She didn't have many options, but she really didn’t want to wear anything old. “I guess I don’t really have a choice.” She picked up Rachel and spread her out across the table.

Rachel loved it when Minerva held or used her, it was like a fetish for her, and she couldn’t help but giggle and blush. Minerva brought a rolling pin from the kitchen and began to roll it over Rachel, flattening her so she could cut and shape her the same way she would fabric.

Rachel moaned softly as she was massaged and stretched. “Oh, this feels great,” she said as Minerva flattened her legs. Minerva flattened her until only a thin, even sheet of skin remained.

“That felt great,” Rachel said from her flattened mouth. Her words came out completely muffled. “How do I look?”

"You look a lot like the cloth you ruined but that cloth wasn’t alive. You better behave at the party."

“Okay, okay. I'll be a good dress but with one condition."

"Condition? You’re not doing me a favor. You’re doing this because you messed up my fabric. You’re in no position to be demanding anything.”

"Just hear me. Please? Wear me without underwear," Rachel said.

"What?! Are you crazy?" Minerva nearly dropped the rolling pin on Rachel’s head, and not entirely by accident.

“Come on. Please?” Rachel said. She did her best to give puppy dog eyes despite barely being able to move them.

“Whatever. Just don’t mess anything else up,” Minerva said. She was still furious but trying to be a good sport as she wanted to at least be able to enjoy the party.

Over the next few hours, Minerva cut and sewed Rachel until she was satisfied with the outcome. Her new outfit consisted of a double top for Minerva's four breasts, a tight miniskirt, and panties with enough room for her rather large penis.

"The party is in two more hours. I hardly have time to make any other adjustments,” Minerva said as she undressed.

"Don't worry, remember that I am an elastic fabric so if you have gained weight I’ll still fit. “

“Ha Ha Ha, very funny,” Minerva wasn’t really laughing as she put Rachel on.

The outfit she’d made from her friend was particularly soft and the panties were extremely comfortable. The rest of the clothes fit perfectly, hugging her every curve, and nude platform heels completed the ensemble. As she glared at herself in the mirror, a pair of eyes and a mouth formed on the front of her top.

“Wow, we look hot!” Rachel said, genuinely shocked. “And it actually feels good to be your underwear too.”

“Thank you, but please don't show your face, or even part of it, during the party,” Minerva said.

“Relax. I'm just a set of clothes. Nothing else,” Rachel said and attempted to roll her eyes.

“Okay, just don't forget,” Minerva said and glanced at her watch. “Shit it’s later than I thought, and I still have to put my makeup on!” She grabbed her makeup bag and tried to hastily apply it while still making it look perfect before flying out the door.

As she drove to the party, she had to admit that Rachel was very comfortable and fit her very well. Although it was a little annoying how from time to time Rachel would try to suck on Minerva's breasts. It made it hard to concentrate on the road. “Listen you better behave at the party. No antics.” Minerva’s only response was Rachel flicking one of her nipples with her tongue.

When Minerva walked into the party a few minutes later, everyone immediately turned to look at her. Her curvaceous figure had a history of drawing the attention of everyone around her. She smiled as everyone seemed to like her outfit, and swayed her hips a little extra as she walked over to the bar to retrieve a glass of sparkling wine.

“Hey, hey!” a small voice came from inside her dress. It was barely audible over the blaring music. “I want a drink, too!”

"Not a chance," Minerva said. She tried to be inconspicuous as she spoke to Rachel. The last thing she needed was people thinking she was talking to herself. "You have no alcohol tolerance and I’m not risking you fucking up my plans again.”

Meanwhile Minerva had a very high tolerance for alcohol, thanks largely to her rather voluptuous size, and she continued to enjoy several more drinks as the evening wore on. Occasionally she’d feel Rachel squirm against her in a tantrum though.

She was a dozen drinks deep when she spotted Matthew across the dance floor. He was the main reason she wanted to come to this party in the first place. Minerva downed the rest of her drink in one gulp, took a breath, and started walking over to him with an extra sway in her hips. As if given some silent command everyone moved out of her way, letting her make her way over to the Adonis of a personal trainer.

“W-wow, Minerva, you look… wow,” Matthew said. His eyes were roaming over her body, admiring every inch of her. They seemed to be the only part of him capable of movement.

"Aww thanks! I wanted to wear something special,” she blushed.

“Well, you look stunning,” Matthew said. Everyone was looking at them and made him a little uncomfortable. “Uh, it's very hot in here. Why don’t we go outside?”

“I’d love to!” Minerva hooked her arm around his and the pair walked outside. Though the moment they were in contact Minerva felt a tightening in her groin. The feel of his skin against hers was turning her on more than she wished it would right now.

Rachel didn’t fail to notice how Minerva turned into a blushing schoolgirl the moment she was near Matthew and tried to use what she could of her elasticity to help hide Minerva’s growing erection. Though she was completely caught off guard when she felt something wet coming from Minerva’s boobs. “Are you lactating?” she whispered as quietly as she could. Rachel wasn’t sure what else to do so she made two mouths appear and cover Minera’s nipples. Minerva immediately gasped at the sudden light sucking sensation.

“Are you okay?” Matthew asked.

"Yes!" Minerva said a little too quickly. “It’s just…hic…I got the hiccups. Hic. See?”

Rachel began to absorb the milk that was coming out of her friend's breasts to avoid a mess, but she quickly began to feel weird. "This... this milk... is very tasty," she said to herself. She didn’t realize that all the alcohol Minerva had been drinking would mix with the milk she was producing.

While Rachel was starting to get drunk, Minerva and Matthew were starting to get closer. His lips were mere inches from hers when-

“HIC”

Minerva's tops, skirt, and panties suddenly loosened and fell to the floor, leaving her naked in front of Matthew with a very visible erection. “Shit,” she whispered as a crimson blush stole up into her entire face.

Matthew stared at her in paralyzed shock for a moment before he came to and wrapped his jacket around her to cover her, then knelt to help her pick up her clothing.

"Th-that was pretty amazing," said Matthew.

“Yeah, well, apparently I chose a lousy quality fabric,” Minerva said sheepishly.

"Hey, don’t worry. I know there’s extras from tonight’s launch that I could grab for you to slip on."

“Thanks. I just wanted to look pretty for you," Minerva said embarrassed.

“Oh, you’ve never looked better,” said Matthew with a warm smile. “If you want, we could continue this party in a more private place.”

Minerva nodded happily. “Wait here a moment. I’ll grab you something to wear so we can make an easy exit,” Matthew said and excused himself.

"Nnng. What happened? Where are we?” Rachel’s words were slurred. Even the small amount of alcohol that had gotten into Minerva’s milk made her drunk.

“You got drunk and failed to even cover me,” Minerva said. She was only half mad as Rachel’s unintended antics had led to Matthew inviting her back to his place.

“Oh, I didn't… I didn't mean to,” Rachel said giddily. The memory of Minerva’s milk was slowly starting to surface, and she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

"I know, don’t worry. In the end everything is ok,” Minerva said as she spotted Matthew returning with a handful of garments. “However, you’re going to have to spend the rest of the evening folded up in my bag.”

“That’s fine. I just want to sleeeeeep,” Rachel drifted off to sleep just as Matthew strode up to Minerva.

“Here you go,” he told her and handed her a pile of clothes. “It's not fancy but it will look good on you. And I'm sorry about your dress."

"Don't worry. My dress will understand,” Minerva said with a laugh as she ducked behind a pillar to change clothes. This had been one hell of a night and it wasn’t over yet.