Inori's New Panties. (Patreon)

 An Audio Story written by: ShamusBaran
https://www.deviantart.com/shamusbaran

And narrated by: SwellReads:
https://www.patreon.com/swellreads

Full Transcript Below:

I found the package on my front porch marked with the company logo for ‘Bubelya’.  Another product test.  That was the life of a blogger, after all.  No complaints on my end, they paid well and didn’t bog me down with a list of demands.

I brought it inside and set it on my living room table, opening it and setting aside the welcome letter that I’d read a few times already.  The smaller box inside had ‘Inori’, my name, printed directly on it.

Inside was a midnight blue pair of panties.  I assumed they fit because I’d filled out my size on the application, but they had to be custom because they didn’t have any tags or print on them.

To that effect, it looked like a swimsuit bottom… the stretching smooth material didn’t help dispel that notion one bit.

I pulled off the simple bottom and panties to try on the new one.  I had my doubts at first, until I put it on.  It was a poor fit against my flat booty.  There was an uncomfortable bit of extra space that left it baggy.

That made it seem like the review was gonna be negative.  They had to know I had no butt.   Letting out an annoyed sigh, I picked up the welcome letter— a second sheet fell to the table.

I hadn’t seen that one before.  It was new. 

On it, there were instructions, pointing to a small button on the band.  I wouldn’t have noticed it because I couldn’t see it so much as ‘feel’ it.

When I pressed it, the panties shrunk down against my skin, turning the uncomfortable into bliss.   I’d never felt such a nice fit.  If this was the future of clothing, I was ready and willing.

I paced around the room a bit, admiring the way it clung to my skin without riding up.   It was well on its way to a stellar review.

I wrote the start of the review on my laptop right away, saying the keynotes of the review aloud to make sure it sounded alright. 

“The future is now with these panties.  Bubelya really out did themselves with these.  But are they comfortable on the go?   We’ll find out.”

That said it felt really nice just lounging around in them.  It really helped that there was no tag to tickle my tailbone, even if they’d printed right on the fabric I’d have noticed… I was pretty particular about such things.

“At the very least, they’ll make great panties to hang around the house in.  Not all underwear needs to be versatile, but let’s see if it stands the test of time.”

I worked through my usual first impressions, detailing my usual criteria for testing clothes.  Then, to try them in motion, I did a yoga set with them.  

That gave me a good impression of how they’d feel outside.  One thing I noticed on the extreme positions?  It made my butt feel amazing.  Any other time I’d to balancing positions where I had to put pressure on my cheeks I’d end up tapping out quickly.

Not in these.  I found that particularly strange considering the fabric wasn’t thick at all.  It was like I had extra padding.

When I went back to writing my draft I realized I’d spent the entire entry gushing about how great the panties were.  Out of context people might have thought I made it habit to walk around wearing nothing but undies.

So, I threw in a couple of jokes to offset the fact I was talking about my butt so much.  People loved that sort of thing.

I hadn’t mentioned any downsides because well… I couldn’t find anything wrong with them.

They did a good job out and about too.  They didn’t slip out of place and it felt so comfortable it might as well have been my own skin.  I got a lot done, so much so I came home exhausted.

I ended up crashing the instant I hit the pillow.  I didn’t even undress.  Just rolled over and passed out.  One of those ‘blink and you’d miss it’ sleep sessions.

I felt well rested, but I was pretty uncomfortable in my grogginess.  Something made my back arch higher than I was used to.  Something was under me.

I reached back and tried to slide away whatever I was laying on— it was directly under my butt.  When it didn’t move, and all I accomplished was gave myself a gentle spank, I realized it was my butt.

I sat up, confirming my suspicions in another way.  I bobbled on the bed, getting acclimated to the extra padding before pushing off the edge of the bed.  I made my way over to my vanity to check myself out.

 It wasn’t a small upgrade at all.  I had a lot of extra padding now, and somehow the panties fit to accommodate.  Not that I should have been surprised about that… considering they auto adjusted. 

My phone rang, drawing my attention.  The caller ID read Bubelya Customer Service. 

They told me about the monitoring features of the panties and wanted to follow up to make sure I was pleased with the results.  I was.  Though, I worried they had a camera on me or something.

That unease was put to bed with a follow up email.   They explained the rest of the features of the panties.  It had a bunch of techno babble about how it enlarged my butt… but it did mention that they include a heart monitor and something to read my BMI.

They even had it report to a website I could log into and doing so let me realize that it wasn’t something that happened overnight at all.   My butt was growing steadily.

It was crazy to see it laid out in front of me, a number increasing by fractions every passing moment.  That knowledge was more exciting than scary. 

I put off making my article for a morning jog.   The weather was perfect for it.  My jogging clothes didn’t really fit anymore, but it was enough to stay decent.  It took me a good amount of time to squeeze them around the swell of my butt and my thighs were chunkier too.  I confirmed that with the ‘BMI’ part of the site reading.  According that, I was ‘fat’ now. 

I couldn’t help but laugh.  I certainly didn’t feel that way.

I got a few steps out of my house and realized while the panties fit great, the rest of my clothes did not.  The stead swell of my butt was putting strain on my bottoms but in a nice sort of way.  I let myself get lost in the music pumping through my headphones and after a while the sensation just sort of went away.

There were actually quite a few people out and about already and I was drawing a lot of attention.  Considering the raw size of my ass, I wasn’t really surprised, but when I was forced to a stop at a red light, I felt something brush against my cheeks.

I glanced back realizing my shorts had completely split.  Their remnants wafted behind me like two miniature capes.  I was mortified.   Worse, I wasn’t even close to home, so I ended up trying my best to pretend I just didn’t notice.

My panties were intact at least… so I wasn’t technically breaking any decency laws. 

When I got home I just tossed aside the useless shorts.  I did take a moment to write a post-mortem in my blog, though.  R.I.P. jogging shorts.  I hardly knew ye.

I called out to Bubelya and asked if they covered damages.  They were cool about it and even sent me clothes to better fit my new proportions.  They sent someone out the same day and didn’t charge me a cent.  They also brought me a few new larger pairs of panties.  The new ones were designed as thongs in the back and felt rather nice to not have the extra fabric bunched up against my back.

The representative installed a strange device in my bedroom too.  It was a loop high on the wall treaded with rope.  A hook was on the end of the rope.  He didn’t explain what it was… but he said I’d need it.

As far as other leg covers, yoga pants were the only option for me now.  Unless I wanted to have a personal tailor sew some jeans around my ass.  I wasn’t on board for that.

I kept inside for the next day.  I had things to get done around the house and sitting was definitely something I was good at now.  

Maybe too good.  I realized halfway through my day the only sitting space that could contain my upgraded booty was my couch and even then it was a bit to shallow.  I found a good way around it though.

I found if I started by resting my butt on the couch back then sat down, my toosh would snuggle against the small of my back.  It was a little on the annoying side but undoubtedly comfortable.

At least until the trick stopped working.  After a half day of growing I fell off the front of the couch no matter how much I tried.   So, I ended up just forgetting the couch entirely.  I had a built in one anyway.

The blog loved that line.  Record views proved it.

Sleeping was a little tricky too.  I ended up pushing my bed to one side of the room and letting my ass hang off the edge.  It was actually much more comfortable that I thought it would be.

I slept in till noon and realized I’d let my food stores run dry.   I went to slip on my pants and realized I had a new problem.  I could get my pants over my thighs, but the swell of my ass was taller than me now.

That’s when I caught a glimpse of the rope and hook… and I realized then what he meant.  I attached the hook on the back of my pants and pulled the rope.  It let me dress by myself.

They thought of everything, I guess.

From there I could reach back and pull my pants the rest of the way.  That made for another great story for the blog.  I would definitely mention the amenities they provided with my article.  That thought reminded me to take my laptop along.

It went without saying that I turned heads.   The grocery store was pretty close to my house, but all eyes were on my on that short trek.  I took everything in stride though, it wasn’t like this was my first product test.

I stepped inside without incident and decided to eat at the café at the edge of the grocery store before shopping.  Everything looked delicious, so I ordered one of everything.  My appetite had obviously increased along with my figure, so I ended up spending a few hours there.

The employees cleared me some room.  My built-in seat wasn’t really compatible with the height of their usual tables, so they improvised one for me.  So nice of them.  The food was delicious, and I thought it was just my imagination, but the food was accelerating my butt growth.

I confirmed it on the status screen.  I’d grown quite a bit.  It was probably about time for me to take off the panties.  It could wait until I got home, though.

Not that the time was completely wasted.  I got some website work done as I munched and once I was sated I out shopping.

Or at least that was the plan.  I realized a bit too late that I wasn’t going to fit down any of the aisles as I was.  I’d have had a hard time fitting one butt cheek in let alone two.  So, I ended up working with the manager to have an order delivered to my house.

He was rather polite about the whole thing, even gave me a discount for the inconvenience.  When I thought everything was sorted, I went to leave and ran into a new problem.  My butt had grown considerably.  I wasn’t making it through the front entrance as it was.  They had all sorts of shopping carts and displays there. 

The manager offered to have it cleared, but we eyeballed to and realized that I wouldn’t make it through the doors even if he did that.  We were gonna have to improvise.

He sheepishly suggested the service entrance— but to get there I’d have to walk through the stock room.  Things were even more cluttered back there. 

One of the employees pointed out the display windows near the cafe could be opened, and I might be able to squeeze out of that.  It only took a few minutes for them to move away the tables they ironically piled up for me.  The windows could side out on tracks and made a promising looking gap.

I gave it a shot, stepping forward until I felt my tush snag on the glass on either side.  I didn’t even get halfway through.  We tried for a good half hour, moving around shifting and turning to no avail.  My butt was just too big.

It was starting to look like I’d be living at the grocery store for a few days while I waited for the effects to recede.

They ended up calling out to Bubelya and they came prepared.   A technician came with all smiles, saying this sort of thing was pretty common.  He put a device against my butt that I expected to make it shrink… but instead it made it feel warm, tingly and softer.

Instead of the usual ‘firmness’ I’d come to get used to my butt suddenly felt exceptionally jiggly— I didn’t feel the slightest bit lighter, but it left them feeling more like boobs.  Well, maybe not my boobs.  But ones that might be the result of a certain bra.

After a few seconds of the jiggle treatment.  I popped free from my stranded position and I was fine to be on my way.  The tech left the device with me, so I’d be able to fit back into my house.  That was a plus at least.

I got home and tried out the device.  It was way more fun with a smaller door.  It tickled the whole way in.  I settled down in the center of my living room and started on my article.

“Bubleya Panties.   Five stars out of five… but you might want to use them in moderation.”