A Mile in a Slob Girl's Panties (WIP Preview) (Patreon)

 WARNING: MtF Transformation and Slobification (WG, Burping, and Farting)

  In the middle of the night, the college dormitory halls were eerily quiet. Sulking about the corridors was a young man named Thomas, dressed in all black and carrying with him a backpack with most precious cargo. Making sure no one saw him, he slipped inside the safety of his dorm room. His stealth was immediately broken by his friends as they flipped on the lights and tossed off his hood to reveal his short blonde hair.

   “You got the goods?” Pete asked, the default leader of their group.

   Thomas smirked. Unzipping his backpack, he reached inside to retrieve his ill-gotten treasure. Keeping them a fair distance away from his face, Thomas held aloft a pair of disgusting panties that showed the remnants of being a shade of bright pink. The undergarments in question could have been mistaken for a pillow cover if it weren’t for the ragged lace lining the sides of it. Rather than question where or why the dark stains had found their way into the fabric, Thomas was just content to see the impressed looks on his friends’ faces.

   “Is it really from her?”

   “Care to give it a whiff and find out?” Thomas replied, pushing forward the filthy underwear and snickering as his friends backed away with visible disgust.

   “No, that’s definitely Witchy Wova’s alright. I can smell her fat ass from here.”

   Thomas held out his hand. “Alright then, time to pay up.”

   “Nope, not yet,” Pete replied. “You got the undies, but that’s only half the job. The plan was for you to both get her nasty, granny panties and model them for us.”

   Thomas’s confidence took a nose dive as he was reminded the stipulations of their deal. “Come on, you know how disgusting this thing is. Isn’t it enough that I braved Wova’s creepy ass apartment to get these?”

   “Sounds like someone that doesn’t want to get paid,” Pete teased, the other guys sharing in the enjoyment of seeing Thomas struggle through his predicament.

   “Fine, I’ll do it,” Thomas relented. “But I’d better not see this shit get put online. You got it?”

   “Sure, sure,” Pete waved off. “Now get undressed.”

   Grumbling and mumbling the entire time, Thomas stripped off his clothing. Left standing nude in the middle of the room, he kicked off his own pair of underwear and threw it next to the rest of his belongings. Feeling completely ridiculous with his manhood hanging out, he at least took solace in his tanned complexion and toned muscles that put the rest of the group to shame.

   Accepting Wova’s panties from Pete, he put them on one leg at a time. Pulling them past his thighs and up to his waistline, he let the elastic fabric take hold around. The feeling of leftover grime and gunk rubbing against his body sent a myriad of unpleasant sensations through his body. Grimacing at the awful scent that wafted up to his face, the turned back to receive his payment only to find Pete and the others pulling out their phones.

   “What the hell man?” Thomas asked.

   “We’ll pay you afterwards,” Pete said, getting just the right angle to capture Thomas’s humiliating moment. “Besides, you honestly think we weren’t going to do this? You really are an idiot. Don’t worry, should make a good ice breaker next time we go out for drinks.”

   “It’s not just that. I’m worried about Wova finding out that I-“

   “Oh, I already know.”

   Thomas swiveled his head back and forth, looking for the sound of the hefty woman’s voice. “Did you guys hear that?”

   “Hear what?”

   “Hers. It’s-“

   Thomas clutched his head as his body began to shake.

   “You think you could just waltz into my room and take what you want huh?” the voice asked him as he stumbled around the room. “Were you never taught any manners? Well fine, if you want my underwear so bad, I’ll let you have them. Although, they may be a little big for you. Don’t worry, I can fix that easily.”

   To the sound of maniacal laughter echoing through his head, Thomas felt the tremors affecting him grow stronger. Holding onto his desk for support, he gasped for air while the other guys stood still doing nothing. Just as Pete reached a hand out to help, a sharp pressure in Thomas’s gut pushed them away with a squeaky fart.

   “The hell man?” Pete asked, him and the others taking several steps back. “You don’t need to freak out just because you rip one.”

   “It’s not just BWOOOOOORRRP that,” Thomas belched. “She’s here! Inside my head!”

   “You must be delusional from the fumes man,” Pete accused. “Why don’t you get those panties off and you go air yourself out in the shower?”

   Grabbing hold of the worn out panties, Thomas tried to pull it off. However, no matter how hard he tried, the undergarments remained in place. With a mix of panic and frustration, he continued to attempt to rip off the underwear. Forced to stop as a fart and burp came bursting out both of his ends, a shiver ran down his spine as he watched a lone strand of his hair fall in front of his place and turn an ebony black.