[Inanimate TF] Good Enough For Her - Dark (Commission) (Patreon)

Commissioned by Dave2772

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Luke’s grip on the steering wheel increase, his knuckles bone which with the strain. His teeth were grinding in an effort to keep from shouting in frustration as they turned in to the driveway of the house he hated most in the world. It had been a forty minute drive but it felt like an age; the first half had been spent yelling and despite the second half being spent in icy silence his throat still felt raspy. His wife Delilah was sitting with her arms crossed, staring out the window and resolutely avoiding his gaze. He hated when she did that, the silent treatment was such a childish way to end an argument but it was her favourite. Luke knew he’d had his work cut out for him when he married her; ten years his junior and of a much lower social class than himself. After years of disaster on the dating scene trying to find the perfect woman, he had decided the easier option was to simply make one. He’d romanticised her flaws, imagining the beautiful flower he would cultivate her into to one day. But it turned out that no matter how patient you were, no matter how slowly or carefully you explained things or what clothing you bought to cover it up, a weed would always be a weed.

He put the car in park, grimacing at the dingy suburban house that belonged to his mother-in-law. Single storey, decades old; nothing on the splendour or magnificence of the town house he’d so graciously purchased as a wedding gift for them both. He hated coming here, he always insisted Delilah’s mother Rose come and visit them instead but after the last time, when he’d served an excellent seven course dinner of the rarest foods he could afford and she’s accused him of showing off, Rose had flat out refused to return. So here he was, being the good husband that he was and visiting the suburbs.

Delilah stepped out of the car and his eyes traced her up and down; she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, not the designer ones he’d purchased but a bargain bin set that were frayed at the edges and she didn’t even have the self-awareness to be embarrassed about it. He’d bought his wife a closet full of designer dresses and even pants at her request and she hardly wore any of it. It was a shame because underneath all that roughness there was a real beauty; her dark skin and full lips could be plastered across magazine covers if she didn’t insist on wearing such cheap make up. He on the other hand, was wearing his favourite Armani suit, it was unlikely anybody of status would see him here but just in case he wanted to look as smart as usual. He hit the clicker on the car and it beeped in response, Delilah turned and glared at him.

“Oh, what now? It makes that sound when it locks, Delilah. I don’t control it.”

“That thing is an eyesore; it stands out like a sore thumb. If you let me keep my old car this wouldn’t be a problem.”

That old hunk of junk was a holden from over ten years ago; Luke had gladly never set foot in it. The minute he could he’d sold it for a pittance and given her a brand new Porsche which she had the gall to be upset about. He looked around at all of the simple, common cars in the drives surrounding them. His car did stick out, being current, and still possessing that platinum, silver shine of the factory. She called it a sore thumb; he called it a rose amongst weeds. Though she did have a point and Luke felt his brow furrow.

“Nobody is going to scratch it up or steal it’s wheels here, right?” He asked, “I’ve heard it’s a real problem in the hood.”

Delilah made an angry, frustrated sound that was as far from lady-like as could be possible.

“Honestly, Luke. The fucking ‘hood’ really? This is a normal neighbourhood, just because you grew up in a rich, white, gated community doesn’t mean every suburb that’s multicultural is ‘the hood’.”

Luke threw up his hands, there was no reasoning with her when she was like this, he conceded defeat and just in time as the front door opened and his mother-in-law stepped out. Rose would have been pretty like her daughter, were it not for her extra weight; when he’d bought it up in the past Rose had insisted, she was ‘healthy’ though it was Luke’s belief no woman above a size 6 could be healthy. He’d even offered to pay for a gym membership and personal trainer, perhaps even a little cosmetic surgery to nip and tuck that extra chub and she’d reacted as if he’d offered her poison. Delilah was so embarrassed she had made him sleep in the spare room that night.

“What on earth are you two arguing about now?” Rose sighed, shivering slightly in the spring air, “You’ll alert the whole neighbourhood.”

Had they been yelling? He hadn’t noticed.

“Sorry mum,” Delilah walked over and hugged her, “Just a little disagreement, thank you so much for having us for lunch.”

“My pleasure dear,” Rose smiled, “I made your favourite, mac and cheese.”

Luke had to fight to keep the grimace off his face; if he were at home their personal chef would be making him a Caesar salad and salmon fillet right now. Instead, he was going to eat dollar shop mac and cheese, wonderful. The things he did for his wife, a little appreciation wouldn’t be amiss but no, she said nothing. Rose barely acknowledged him as they walked inside. The smell of cheap cheese filled his nostrils and he gagged while simultaneously his wife too a deep whiff and sighed contently before shooting him a look.

“It smells wonderful.” He smiled tightly, both women glared at him and he sighed, “What? I am trying to be polite.”

“Trying being the optimum word.” Rose muttered; Luke was surprised somebody who only had a community college education even knew that word.

Luke managed to force down half a bowl of mac and cheese and a mouthful of homemade dinner rolls that tasted like cardboard before he knew he couldn’t take it anymore. As subtly as he could he dropped the bread into his lap and stuffed it in his pocket, before excusing himself. He’d have to pay a fortune to get the crumbs out when they got home but it was better than putting any more of that disgusting food in his mouth. He flushed the toilet with glee and opened the door ready to return to the table when he came face to face with Rose. Her dark brown eyes hard and cold.

“You are making my daughter miserable, you know that?” She hissed after a moment.

“I am giving your daughter everything a woman could possible desire.” He crossed his arms and stood up straight, “It’s not my fault she doesn’t have the breeding to appreciate it.”

“Breed-you’re a real piece of work, Luke.” Rose growled, “I am so sick of calling my daughter only to get a laundry list of all the snobbish, rude things you do. You are and never were, good enough for a sweet girl like my Delilah.”

Luke laughed, actually laughed out loud and threw back his head. Him not good enough for her? The idea was so backwards it actually bought a tear of laughter to his eye. The lower classes, they really did not understand how beneath him they all were. It would be sad if it weren’t so funny.

“I think you have that the wrong way around, Rose.” He brushed past her only to find Delilah gone when he returned to the kitchen.

“She’s gone down the street to get ice cream for dessert.” Rose said, “When she gets back, I am going to tell her you went home without her.”

“You’re kicking me out?” Luke scoffed, “Is that supposed to be a punishment? That, Rose, is a damn gift.”

He strode toward the door, ready to slam it on the way out when a wave of dizziness washed over him and he stumbled. His vision blurred slightly at the edges, focus coming and going strangely. He grabbed at the door handle but found it locked and for the first time, Luke felt the panic that came from not being in control. He turned back to Rose and found her watching with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity, holding up a necklace with a little glowing emblem on it.

“I told you; you weren’t good enough for my little girl.” She whispered, “When I found that website of cursed objects, I told myself it was a last resort but you know what? I’ve decided it is time you got what you deserve.”

Luke opened his mouth to yell but no sound came out. His eyes were glued to that little glowing icon at the end of the chain. Like a moth to a flame, despite his fear he felt it drawing him in. Even as the light got brighter and brighter, flowing over his skin and making it hum like static electricity he couldn’t bring himself to look away. He squinted, trying to focus on what the little symbol was until all of a sudden, it stopped glowing and he could see; it was a…a pair of underpants? Before he could process any of that the light burst forth again, this time with a wave of energy that knocked him back into the air and seemed to freeze time, leaving him suspended mid-air. For a beat, everything was still, then he felt his Armani suit, his precious suit, begin to unravel and with it his skin began to warp and change. Threads flew through the air, fabric melding with skin as his vision faded to blackness.

His body felt strange, there was no pain, only an odd stretching sensation and numbness as the feeling in his limbs disappeared entirely. His body was changing shape, shrinking, and stretching until his vision suddenly returned. It was no straight forward like he was used to though; it was almost 360 degrees unless he focused in a single direction. He could see the ceiling, then with a big of focus, the floor. The change made him feel lightheaded but then he realised, he didn’t have a head. He actually didn’t weight much, gently fluttering down through the air to land upon the carpet as the last of the light dissipated. Groggily he turned his vision up to the towering form of Rose, still holding the chain in her hand even as the tiny underpants symbol disintegrated into dust.

“It worked.” She breathed, seemingly somewhat shocked herself before a huge grin split across her features. “This is delicious. I bet you’re furious.”

‘What have you done to me!’ He wanted to scream, but if Rose could hear him, she showed no indication.

She walked over, plucking him from the ground between thumb and forefinger and dangling him in the air. His new form flopped helplessly from side to side; he couldn’t move under his own volition; he was trapped at her mercy.

“So pretty, now this is a form that suits you.” Rose said, turning him this way and that to inspect him, “Oh look, you’ve even still got an Armani label. Ow nice for you. I always wanted designer panties, though I could never justify the cost. Two birds with one stone!”

Panties? Is that what she’d turned him into?? He began swivelling his vision, focusing on what he could feel of his new form. Lace, a waistband, two legs holes, he was a pair of panties! And did she just imply that she was going to wear him? The idea that he was going to be stretched over that fat butt was disgusting, he would not stand for it. Then again, he couldn’t stand at all right now.

The sound of footsteps outside made Rose glance up and then he was being balled into her fist, his entire fabric form crushed against itself in her sweaty palm so that all he had was darkness and the taste of her skin against him. He didn’t want to taste Rose, but he couldn’t help it, his entire form was now essentially one giant tongue and everywhere he touched her scent and flavour permeated him. It was almost a relief to be stuffed into her pocket a moment later, despite all the lint and debris that tangled into his lacy folds. The voices were muffled; but he recognised his wife’s. He wished he could call out but he was trapped and a new distraction formed. There was a scent on the air, a strangely alluring, heady scent that had him becoming horny against his will. His fabric form drank it in, trying in vain to shuffle closer and figure out exactly what it was. He must have lost himself slightly because the next thing he knew, Rose’s hand was back and he was being drawn out of her pocket and placed upon a nightstand. She smoothed him over with her palm and despite himself, the touch felt good, turning him on even more than the smell had.

“Tomorrow, we start out fun.” Rose whispered before switching off the light and going to take a shower.

It was only later, when she was fast asleep and Luke was forced to sit alone with nothing but his thoughts that he realised what the small had been and he felt himself fill with humiliation. Rose’s pussy; he’d been turned on by smell and touch of his mother-in-law.

~

It turned out, as panties, you cannot sleep. You can only zone out for long periods of time and so by the time the morning came Luke was so bored and touch deprived he was almost glad when Rose woke up and grinned at him. She picked him up and stretching between her fingers, Luke tried very hard not to enjoy how good it felt, being stretched out and touched after what felt like years. She smiled down at him, the expression was predatory and for the first time, he felt nervous around this woman.

“I bet you think Delilah will come looking for you.” She teased, “She won’t, I made sure that spell was very thorough. Very thorough, you understand. So, we must make the most of our time together while I remember you’re in there.”

If he had blood, it would have turned to ice.

“Soon,” She continued, getting out of bed and walking to the mirror, “Even I won’t remember this spell took place. You’ll just be another pair of panties, maybe you’ll forget you were ever human, who knows. And with everybody’s memory change, nobody will be coming to save you.”

‘No! I won’t forget! I won’t let you forget either!’

It was useless, she couldn’t hear him and even if she could, it was a hollow threat. He couldn’t even move in this new form, let alone make anybody pay. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go, he was above this woman, he was better than her, her daughter, their entire family, and neighbourhood! He was supposed to be in charge! Not at her mercy and certainly not weirdly turned on by the taste of her skin where it brushed against his lacy folds.

“Let’s put you to the test, shall we?”

Oh no. No, no no!

She laid him down on the bed and to his horror and excitement, began to drip out of her pyjamas. She unbuttoned the flannel shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders, revealing two large heavy breasts and despite himself, Luke felt desire slowly building inside him. They were teardrop shaped, with dark brown nipples that were semi hard in the cool morning air. For a moment he wondered what it would be like to be a bra instead of panties; how it would feel to strain to hold up those fat tits and feel them jiggle as she walked. Then she turned her back to him, wiggling her hips suggestively as she slowly shifted out of her pyjama bottoms. The waistband squeezed around her rotund ass, making it jiggle as the clothing slipped away. It was even bigger than her breasts, each cheek surprisingly smooth and sexy despite Rose’s age. It was like a great dark peach, beautiful and shiny in the morning light.

The knowledge than in a matter of minutes, seconds really, he would be adorning that pretty ass created a swirl of emotions within him; fear, desire, horror, anticipation. He was a mess, was it the spell? Or perhaps it was the weeks of frustration as his wife had been denying him. Rose was similar to her daughter, that must have been it, it wasn’t that he found his mother-in-law inherently hot, it was just that she looked like an older version of his wife. Yes, that had to be it, there was no other reason he could possibly find this chubby, older woman sexy.

She turned back to face him, a sultry grin on her face as she approached. That smell hit him like a wave, so intimately feminine; if he could Luke knew he would be hard right now. His vision was glued to the mouse of dark curly hair between her legs, he could see the slight pink tinge the dark skin had in the middle where her pussy lips were. The hair was slightly damp, clearly the anticipation was getting to her as well. She picked him up, stretching him a few times before running a finger down his inner lining. It felt so good, like a tongue running along his cock; he wished he could moan or otherwise let the pent up lust out but he could not. He was forced to suffer silently as he was pleasured against his will. Then she looped her thumbs through the waistband, lowering him to the floor and stepping inside. The ascent up her legs seemed to take years; he could feel the scrap of his lacy edges against her inner thighs, see that pretty pussy coming ever closer and then, just as he was about to make contact, a drip. A drop of pussy juice fell from her hole straight onto him, soaking into his fabric instantly. The world seemed to stop as that flavour permeated his very being; he could taste it more fully than he ever could with a normal human tongue. It wasn’t just on him but in him and Luke felt as though he could cum from that alone.

And then he was against her pussy. His inner lining pressed against those lips tightly as she pulled his waistband up and over the curve of her hips. He sunk into her folds ever so slightly, if that single drop of her wetness was enough to make him horny this was a whole new level of ambrosia. Her scent and taste was everywhere. He could feel the wetness moulding him to her body, almost like a second skin. He hated it yet he wanted more; his mind was full of conflicting emotions and chief among them was humiliation; how could he be so painfully turned on by this. Not only that, but he, Luke, was at a woman’s mercy. Totally emasculated and loving it. Rose turned to face the mirror and Luke felt his back fabric stretch as that ass bobbed. He focused his vision forward, taking in his reflection for the first time since being changed. He was pink, just to rub extra salt in the wound. Baby-doll pink with flower patterned lace across his front and edges. He was also half a size too small, which would explain how tightly he was clinging to Rose’s skin. He could see a few errant hairs sticking out from the sides of him, somehow though, Rose managed to make it look good with her fat ass spilling out from his edges.

“I always knew I’d look good in label clothing.” She sighed happily. “We make quite the pair, don’t we?”

His vision went dark for a moment as her fingers reached down, gently brushing across his front and making him want to moan. He needed to figure out how to fix this, he felt like he was going insane, the longer he stayed here under her ministrations the less manly he felt and the more of himself he felt melting away under an ocean of desire.

“Now that you have been put in your place, I think it’s time to treat you as you deserve.” Rose teased, taking away her hand and walking to the cupboard to finish dressing.

She didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, all he had was her body for company and that was its own kind of torture. With each step not only did her skin rub against his inner lining, but his own lace. It was constant stimulation to the point that he could barely think straight. Each time she sat he was crushed beneath her weight, pressed into her pussy so hard that she often had to peel him out again to avoid getting a wedgie. He was too tight on her smooth skin, no matter how often she adjusted him, he kept slipping into the cleft of her ass. Her cheeks squeezing against him in another form of stimulation. By the end of the day, he could not string two thoughts together other than ‘horny’ and ‘more’.

When she finally peeled him away from her pussy, slick juices came with him and to his horror he found he missed her warmth as soon as it was gone. He hoped she would wash him, rid him of this delicious smelling distraction but she did no such thing, simply ran a finger along his waistband one final time and left him on the floor, discarded like a piece of trash.

~

This became his new normal. Every few days Rose would wash him in the kitchen sink, scrubbing his fabric against itself to clean the stains of her womanhood off him. He both loved and loathed these bathing; loved them because it allowed him to think clearly for a few minutes and loathed them because all he could think about was how cold and lonely, he was. By the time he was dry he was desperate to get back to her; he even found himself jealous of other underwear she wore in the meantime.

He could feel his sense of personhood slipping, it was getting harder and harder to remember what it felt like to be a man or what sort of man he’d been. He was growing comfortable with his new life as panties; he was never tired or hungry, never stressed, there was only the delightful taste of Rose and her body heat. He learned to get joy wherever he could; mostly whenever Rose dained him worthy of her notice. Worryingly though he began to notice signs she was forgetting he was anything but a regular pair of panties. Once or twice, she’d gone to throw him in the wash only to stop at the last moment and remember he was in there. It was strange, he actually seemed to like Rose more than Delilah now that he’d been forced to get to know her. How he'd ever thought her ugly was laughable. She was a little heavier set than her daughter for sure but that just meant there was more of her to worship. More skin to touch and more junk in her trunk. He loved the feeling of that heavy ass weighing him down.

So, when Delilah came to visit, he felt conflicted, he hoped she was looking for him but on the other hand, if she did manage to figure out what happened, he would miss this existence somewhat. Turns out he needn’t have worried. He was under Rose’s skirt when they came to visit; Delilah and her new boyfriend. His heart had sunk when he’d heard the new male voice and the more they spoke the clearer it became that she was happier than she had ever been with him. What’s more, she didn’t even seem to remember him at all!

“I don’t think we’ll get married.” Delilah explained to her mother, unaware that her husband was mere inches away crushed between the couch and Rose’s ass. “I’m just not the marrying type. I am happy just being with Greg.”

“Are you alright with that Greg, it’s not very traditional.” Rose asked but the man had just chuckled.

“As long as Delilah is happy and crazy enough to give me a shot, I’m good.”

He had no other real friends or connections save his wife; Luke had always though it better to keep people at arm’s length. But now that meant there was no one to miss him, no one to search and even if there was, how would they find him?

Luke had never considered himself an optimist or pessimist, he was a realistic; and the reality of his situation was clear. He was never going to be a man again, he would spend the rest of his life as a pair of panties, wrapped around his former mother in law’s ass. He waited for the despair, or the humiliation and sadness to overwhelm him and while it was there, he could not fully bring himself to mourn his old life. Not when this new one gave him so much pleasure. If only he could cum, then it would be perfect. As it stood, he was stuck forever being tortured by pleasure and unable to gain release. Even now as Rose shifted on the couch, talking animatedly to her daughter and her beau he was in bliss. Her folds open, his inner lining resting right up against her hole. It was the best position to be in, he could to taste her slickness as soon as it dribbled out of her. He focused on her taste, so distracted by it he forgot his former wife was even here at all.

~

The panties had lost track of the days, time seemed to flow differently when you were a pair underwear. So, it was not sure quite how long it had been the morning Rose woke up and looked at them not with delight or smugness, but confusion.

“Why did I leave those there instead of putting them away?” She asked herself, picking him up with no regard or second thought.

The panties felt a stiff breeze blow against them, or perhaps the cold feeling was simply it’s own dread. She didn’t know anybody else was here; the spell had worked just as she told the panties it would and now, she had no idea they was anything more than a regular pair of panties. She opened a drawer, dangling it above for a moment before pausing. Hope flared within the panties lacy form, perhaps she’d remembered! But no, instead she drew back, pursing her lips in thought.

“It doesn’t feel right dropping such a fancy, expensive pair of undies in with the regular stuff.” she sighed, then lifted him to her nose and sniffed. The panties never felt the touch of her full lips against it’s inner lining before. It wanted more, but she drew away.

“You’re still good to wear one more day.” She smiled, “Man, I feel so fancy wearing Armani panties.”

She lowered them to the floor and slipped him up her legs, all while they wanted to cry out in happiness. At least they were not about to put away in a drawer and forgotten about; if the owner were to truly discard them well…that may truly break it’s heart. It settled into his usual spot, enjoying the subtle moisture that was always present. Rose actually skipped in front of the mirror, turning from side to side so that he could see himself from all angles.

“You may not be as young as you once were, but you’re still sexy as hell, Rose.” She told herself.

Her hands ran down the curve of her sides, dancing across her hips and back up to her breasts, they were bare; she’d slept naked last night due to the summer heat. Had it been summer when he was transformed? Or had months passed? They couldn’t tell, nor did they care. What it did care about was that subtle dampness becoming much less subtle as more moisture began to build between her folds. It watched in the mirror as a dusting of pink appeared over her cheeks, the breasts and finally the curve of her ass as she twisted to see it fully in the mirror. His pink fabric stretched thin across that huge expanse of dark, smooth skin.

“I really am sexy.” She whispered huskily, biting down on her fingernail while the other hand floated between her legs, fingers partially cutting off his view of the mirror.

A single digit brushed across the pantie’s front, then down into it’s undercarriage, pressing it further up into her folds.

“Mmmmh.” She groaned, “These panties are so soft and silky…I knew there was a reason they are my favourite.”

Oh God, was she going to…no, surely not. Excitement filled the panties as she continued to slowly stroke it’s under lining, drawing more wetness out with each pass. Never in it’s life had the panties felt so blessed, being a man could never bring them anything close to such an intimate experience, not only were they about to watch her masturbate, it was going to be right here with her while she did it. Rose sat on the ground, legs spread, her heavy cheeks pressing him into the carpet while it’s front was spread and stretched across her wet hair. He watched the pink in her cheeks turn a darker shade of red and her eyes lower as a finger brushed against his waistband.

He watched, as that finger moved down again to press the fabric into her clit. She moaned and a spurt of wetness hit against it’s inner lining, soaking it so much he could see a dark patch forming in the reflection. She fingers moved down to press against that dark patch, pushing it deeper into her folds, then deeper, then inside her very hole. That tiny swath of fabric was being squeezed by her inner walls and the panties were in Heaven. Her taste, the soft touch of her pussy against them, it was too much. They could not stand it, but had no choice. She began to thrust the finger gently, pushing them in and out of her at a rapidly increasing pace. Rose bit down on her lips as breathy moans began to escape her. She looked beautiful; more gorgeous than any woman it’d ever seen. It was a constantly struggle, trying to watch her face without being distracted by the pleasure her finger was giving them.

The digit traced up again, rubbing the panties into her clit and making her moan even louder before that finger’s nail scrapped against it’s lace before finally, slipping inside. It was a tight fit yet somehow, Rose managed to fit her whole hand inside; stretching the panties to the absolute limit in the most delicious of ways. It was life the feeling you got stretching out a stiff muscle after sitting still for hours; an almost painful burn that was nonetheless oh so satisfying.

It couldn’t help but mourn the loss as her hand came between his inner lining, peeling them away from his beloved wetness and hair but the sounds she was making almost made up for it. Her hips began to shift and buck, squashing them further into the carpet as she played with her clit. The panties could feel her pussy clenching, a tiny part of it’s fabric still pressed against her hole as tiny squirts of juice hit against it’s inner lining.

“Oh, ah…OH!”

The Panties watched her face contort in pleasure, vowing to memorise every line and feature to keep them company during the lonely nights. She came hard and stream of hot fluid filled them, soaking them so thoroughly he could not absorb any more and it leaked out from between the gaps left by the stretching. It was sure if it could, it would be cumming too; it watched on with jealousy as Rose’s pussy continue to pulse inside them and she bit down on her lip to stop more sounds escaping. When she was finally done, she shuddered, pulling her hand out of the panties and leaning back to catch her breath, thrusting her glorious tits into the air for him to admire in the mirror.

“Look at me, touching myself in front of a mirror like a vain twenty year old.” She chuckled, “Ah, the power of sexy lingerie I suppose.”

She laughed quietly to herself, sitting up and patting him gently.

“It will be our little secret, eh?”

For a second the panties thought that comment meant she had remembered they was here, but the dismissed that idea swiftly as she stood up without giving him a second glance. The panties supposed he should be grateful his owner was the type to talk to inanimate objects. Rose stood with a groan and made a face.

“Well, I can’t wear you today that’s for sure.”

She peeled him away from her skin and the panties were so sad to see it go. He wanted to stay with her! Just because it was soaked through with pussy juice didn’t mean it wasn’t able to be worn! It begged her to reconsider, to keep them on her, even just in her pocket so that it could feel the residual warmth of her body but of course, such words fell on deaf ears. If she ever had been able to hear them, she certainly couldn’t now.

She tossed them through the air, right into a musty clothes hamper and closed the lid, leaving them with only the small amount of light that filtered through the wicker. It was there they sat for several days, time passing with only it’s memory of that beautiful cumming face to entertain him. Once or twice, it heard voices that sounded like it’s old wife; she sounded happy and the panties found themselves taking solace in that. That marriage may have been a disaster but at least it bought the panties here. The days of solitude were hard but the reward of being worn and the hope that she would put them on to masturbate again kept them buoyed.

When Rose finally bundled them and the rest of the clothing up and threw them into the washing machine, they wished he could weep. The soap and water washing away her lovely smell and the pussy juice that had hardened an adhere to it’s lace. But it reminded himself that this was the great cycle, and sure enough, after it had been washed and dried, it sat in the pile waiting to be folded. After days of deprivation, even the light touch of her fingers picking them up and folding them was like ambrosia. How it wished she would lift him to her lips again and sniff him, but they was not so lucky this time.

Instead, she placed it down on her dresser once more, laid out and ready to be worn the next day. She smiled down at him with more warmth than she had ever given the panties as a man and they felt his metaphorical heart swell.

“You know, I wish I could remember where I bought you.” She sighed, “You’re my absolute favourite pair of panties, I wish I could wear you every day.”

‘Me too, Rose.’

“Oh well, I am definitely wearing you tomorrow night, Delilah has been pushing me to try dating again. Won’t that be fun! Maybe we’ll even get lucky.”

The panties could only hope.