New Girl On The Track Team
By B. Tweenercheeks

I was a senior. I had been recruited to run the mile for many of the best colleges in the country.
That all ended a few minutes ago.

Carmella was a transfer student from the east coast. She was a little Italian princess. I loved that look. Big, sinister, dark eyes. Dark olive skin, round bouncey tits that are exaggerated by a tiny stomach. Her butt was it though. Round, high and firm. Her tight hiphuggers displayed her saucey strut. I first spied her in the cafeteria. I jumped in line behind her and I tried to scope down the back of her crack. I could just make out the top of her light blue flowered cotton panties. Damn they looked good. "Hey, I'm Carl. You're new around here. I know everyone. Why don't i show you around. Everybody knows me. I'm the state champ in the mile." I boasted. "No thanks" she quickly answered without a glance. My friends all laughed. I'd get back at her when I had my chance.

I was happy when my chance came soon. I was warming up when I saw her. Who shows up to try out for the girl's track team but the little stuck up Italian snob. I imediately started in "so, did mommy and daddy buy little princess those expensive nikes? Oh look, green, silky designer shorts. Nothing's too good for the rich bitch. Aren't you worried that you'll break one of those blood red nails running? Maybe you ought to hang out in the mall instead of tire yourself with the athletes." Carmella was hurt. It was her first day. She looked down and wanted to hide. "Shut up Carl! shouted Tanya the captain of the girls track team. "What, did she turn you down too?" I became enraged. I had dated Tanya a few times. After we screwed a few times in my car. I had never gone down on a girl before so I refused when she had asked. I told her she stunk. She became boring and wanted to get married or something so I dumped her. She always tried to cause a scene. "What's the matter Tanya? You still mad that I broke up with you because of your feminine hygene problem." The entire boys team erupted in laughter. The girls team scowled at me in disgust. Both teams started our warm up runs. Four miles for the girls, six for the boys.

As we ran we decided to follow the girls team. I started in at Tanya first "Whew, what is that dead
fish smell. Oh, hi Tanya. Oh, look. You're running with bubble-ass Corleone. Hey maybe if her dad has one of the boys pick you up in the limo you'll finish faster." Tanya and Carmella dropped back from the group, hoping I would pass. No such luck for them. "So stinky, why are you running with bubbles here?" I antagonized. "Leave us alone, Carl. I'm warning you." Tayna said. "Or what?" I shot back "you'll pull down your panties? Peee-yoooo!" Tanya stared at Carmella. She smiled. "Don't do it. He's just stupid." Carmella said. "Do what? Hey you know what? I know why you're named Carmella. It's because your butt sticks out like there's carmel in there. Isn't that right bubbles?" "You like my ass so much why don't you kiss it." Carmella looked back at Taynya and smiled. "Fuckin' do it to him. He deserves it." Tanya stopped. She put her hand to my head and said "transition." I froze. I stood in the street like a statue. "We should just leave him here and let him get hit by a car" Tanya suggested. "No, don't," Carmella objected. "He deserves worse. Turn him into the piece of shhit that he is." "I've got half a mind to - hey wait. I've got an idea. He thinks I stunk? Wait until he smells you after your first day of track. Stand still Carmella." Tanya pulled the waistband to Carmella's shorts and splipped her hand in to touch her panties. She rubbed gently and said "transition".

Suddenly, I was no longer tired from running. My body seemed to feel light and whispy. I tried to move my arms and legs so I could see them. They felt like I moved them but I still couldn't see them. Instead, I saw the horizon moving through a dark green haze. I could look all directions without turning my head. It felt a little like I was running as my body still rythmically bounced and twisted I heard Tanya and Carmella laughing. "He's right where he belongs" giggled Carmella. She continued "Thanks so much. He kept bugging me." Tanya responded "He did it to me too. He was so immature."

"What are they talking about...where am I?" I saw light coming from below. I looked down. Two gargantuan, tan thighs extended away from me leading to white gymsocks and expensive nike running shoes. The grey pavement blurred by.
I had become the blue flowered panties that i had strained to see.

I looked up. Carmella's black hairy bush was everywhere. Her sweat soaked pussy and ass warmed me. I could not help but inhale deeply. Apparently her hairy crack was difficult to wipe. The sweat make it worse. Her gorgeous ass reaked like a barn.

The chatted as they continued thier run. "He kept trying to hit on me." Carmella offered. "I'm dating somebody. We're serious. why would I want anything to do with Carl" Carmella asked. "Because he makes a nice pair of panties?" joked Tanya. They both laughed.

"When I think of how mean he was I want to get even." Pulling the waistband open on her shorts and looking down, Carmella said. "So you didn't like feminine hygene odor, huh Carl?" She stopped running. "Watch this Tanya" Carmella grabbed the waistband of her blue panties. She squated slightly and forcefully pulled up her panties into a sweaty wedgie. My entire body stretched. I heard tiny seams rip. As I looked up I saw her face grimmace as she wedged me into her sweat soaked, dirty crack. Tainted and stained with her juices, she left me in that position. Both girls laughed. In a mocking, sarcastically sweet voice Carmella taunted "How's that smell, honey?"

Carmella and Tanya ran for what seemed like miles. All the time the two laughed at the ironic torture they imposed upon me, her new panties. "It's funny when you think about it. Carl wanted nothing to do with eating out pussy, but now that's right where he is. Forever if we want." Tanya laughed.

Arriving back at school, the two teammates finished with wind sprints on the track. Breathing heavy, they headed into the hot gym to stretch and warm down. The heat of the gym caused beads of sweat to roll down Carmella's tanned body. I soaked up her sweat. I became glued to Carmella's smooth ass cheeks in sweat.

Heading into the locker room Carmella stopped to pee. She pulled me, her panties, down around her ankles. Looking up at Carmella was a huge turn-on. As I stared up at her from her feet, Her dark evil eyes stared over the toilet rim at me. She Looked like a goddess seated on her throne/toilet. As she examined me Carmella began to laugh. "From the looks of you I would say we smell about the same, Carl." she laughed. Her self imposed wedgie had rubbed a slight yellowish-brown skid mark on me. She uncerimoniously wiped herself and pulled me back up around her.

As she walked back towards her locker I heard a girl's voice say "Your ride's here Carmella." "Oh shit, I can't shower now. Tell him I'll be out in a minute." Carmella ran to the mirror. She pulled her dark hair into a pony tail and washed her face. She pulled out a small bottle of perfume, sprayed her wrists and rubbed them on her neck. Then she pulled open her waistband and sprayed into her crotch. The perfume permiated me. It was nauseatingly strong.

Carmella ran outside. The cold air imediately made the sweat that had soaked into me feel cold.
"Hi Vic!" she yelled. "Hey baby." a deep voice graveled. I heard the slobbering sounds of a wet, prolonged kiss. I sort of felt embarassed, like i was watching or something. It soon became apparent that Carmella's attention was no longer on me.

The kiss ended and Vic said "let's go somewhere."
The two walked in the cold evening air. I heard a car door open and felt Carmella's ass stick out and stretch me a bit as she sat down. Her ass smeared me against the leather seat in her now cold sweat. The engine roared to life and heavy metal music blared. They drove a while without talking much. Then Vic said "this look O.K.?" Carmella said "Yeah it's dark."
I didn't know Carmella had a boyfriend. If I had I wouldn't have wasted my time. I felt pretty awkward. Here I was her panties while she made out with this Vic character. Up to this point it had been pretty erotic. Now this was the last place I wnted to be. The engine heat of the car began to kick in. Carmella turned towards Vic. I heard the smacking of soft, short, wet kisses.

My field of view was limited. I could see down her thighs to the dashboard lights through the leg hole of her shorts. Carmella began to moan, and I heard sucking sounds. "Don't give me a hicky, Vic." she said. "You taste so salty. Did you shower after practice?" Vic asked. "I'm sorry, you were early, Vic." laughed Carmella.
"That's O.K. I think it's sexy you dirty girl." whispered Vic.

Warm wetness began to ooze out of her pussy. Her lips slipped back and forth against me, her saturated blue flowered panties. "Lay down." Vic instructed. Carmella layed on her back across the front seat. Vic climbed on top of her. Knees kneeling on either side of her legs, Vic pulled up her t-shirt and dragged his tungue over her small but pert nipples. Soon he softly chewed one while stroking the other. Carmella lay open mouthed. Her breathing became quick and shallow. She arched her pelvis foreward and slowly spread her legs apart. Instantly, Vic moved his legs between hers and pryed her legs further apart.
Suddenly I felt something. Vic massaged the crotch of Carmella's green shorts. He sensuously rubbed her slippery lips back and forth. Carmella's juices drippled into her previously soiled crotch. She began to pant. Vic whispeder "Baby let's do it."

This was torture and heaven at the same time. Tanya and Carmella purposely humiliated me by turning me into her panties. Yet somehow, up to this point, I felt so arroused. I clung tightly to her butt, legs and pussy. The smells were sensual. The tastes were luscious. The views of Carmella this sexy, giant Italian high school senior from a panties view were, well, intimidating and yet captivating.

Now, however, things were getting wierd. While the voyeur in me loved watching Carmella, I did not want to watch Vik do her. I wanted to do that myself. This was too intimate. The degradation was too much. I wanted to change back. Unfortunately, I could say nothing.

"You know I want to, Vik, and I'm on the pill but what if somebody comes by?" Carmella asked? Vik responded "We'll lock the doors. Leave you shorts and panties on one foot. That way we can dress in a hurry if we see headlights." "God yes, let's do it now!" Carmella demanded.

Her thumbs slid inside me on both sides of her hips. I felt her wet crotch peel away. I stretched a bit as slid over her boney hips. Slowly she inched her hips side to side while sliding one of her silky, tanned legs out. She left me dangling from just above her knee.

Vik began to burrow through her bird's nest of thick, black pubic hair with his dick. He rubbed the head between her sloppy lips a few times. with a mutual grunt he thrust his mannhood into Carmella. After an initial grimace, her mouth opened wiped and she threw her head back. Soon she lost all her inhibitions about fucking in a car. She outstretched her legs wide open and comanded "Harder...Harder, Vik!" The leg which I dangled was now on the dashboard. Vik's piston now slammed it's full length into Carmella's hungry pussy. Stray pubic hairs, slimed his dick in her juices, tugged in and out with each thrust. She closed her eyes, leaned foreward slightly and rested her chin on his shoulder. Carmella wrapped her olive skinned legs around Vik's waist. Her eyes slowly half opened, seeing me, her blue flowered panties, dangling from her thigh. She rythimically bounced as Vic continued to pound her pussy. She continued to stare. Her full lips melted into an evil smile. "Come in me Vic! Come in me!" Back arching, Vik did a push-up filling Carmella with stream after stream of his come.

After a minute or two of panting, Carmella announced "I gotta go. I've got a ton of things to do tonight." The two got up. Carmella quickly grabbed me by the waistband and slid me up her legs. My prison, her now matted, wet puusy approached. She pulled me extra tightly into her crotch. Then she leaned and kissed Vik. As she leaned, their mixed juices began to ooze from her freshly stretched hole. Feeling the wetness, Carmella figeted in her seat knowingly. Arriving at her home she pecked Vik on the cheek and chirped "See you later Sweetie" and bounced towards her house.

I felt myself twist side to side as Carmella slowly walked up to her house. Her freshly fucked vagina continued to dribble onto me.

I heard the hiss of the screen door as she entered. "Hi mom. I'm home." she said. "Hurry up, we're ready for dinner" her mother responded.
"Can't I take a quick shower?" Carmella asked. "No. Were eating right now." her mother said.

Carmella sat down on me at the dining room table. She squashed the mixture of hers and Vik's love juices into me. Her parents, brother and sister made small talk. "How was your first day of track? Did you tell them you were all conference in Jersey?" her dad asked. "No I figured I'd just show them at the meet this weekend." Carmella answered. "Did you meet any new friends yet?" her mother asked. "Yeah. I met some girls on the track team. Tanya is very nice. She's not a bad runner too. Some guy wouldn't leave me alone. He kept hitting on me. When I tried to brush him off he was so mean." Carmella said. "What did you do?" Her mother asked. "Oh, Tanya and I put him in his place." Carmella laughed. "Very funny" I thought. "Don't tell Vik, he'll cream the guy." Her father interjected. Carmella burst out laughing and said "You're right, he would!"

After diner Carmella went to her bedroom. I figured that Carmella would start to feel guilty and get Tanya to change me back soon. I heard drawers opening and closing. Looking down though the leg opening of her shorts I saw her kick off her shoes. Carmella sat and rubbed her feet. Then she stood up, slid her thumbs under my waistband and yanked me down in one motion. A long string of gooey mess stretched from me to her crotch. I fell farther and farther away from her hairy bush. Carmella folded me and used my dry exterior to wipe the remaining wetness from her crotch. She tossed me onto a dirty pile of laundry on the floor. I watched as she wrapped a towel around her beautiful naked body and walked to the shower.

Carmella knew I was a person. She knew I'd been turned into her panties. She had to know the humiliating experience she put me through. Yet she didn't say anything to me. It was as if she had forgotten that her blue flowered panties were a living, feeling human being.

After showering, she returned to her bedroom. She continued to towell her body dry. The view was erotic. Even her ankles seemed high above me. Carmella put on a clean pair of panties, an oversized t-shirt and tight, white sweatpants.
I watched as she sat at her desk for hours of homework. Soon she turned off the light and fell asleep.

Carmella had left me a sticky mess. I reaked of sweat, sex and shit. I lay in the dark, waiting for morning.

The rays of the morning sun woke me. I tried to move, but I couldn't. Then I remembered. Carmella still slept, curled in the fetal position in her bed. The cum, sweat, discharge and skidmarks that Carmella had subjected me to dried during the night. The crotch part of me was stiff and discolored. I lay on her bedroom floor, just a piece of dirty laundry.

I was left with little to do but watch Carmella.
She slept so quietly. Her room was decorated with leftovers from her teenage years. A backstreet boys poster hung on the wall over a dresser with at least a dozen running trophies.
That explained her great looking legs and ass.

Carmella rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then the shower start. Wrapped in a towell she opened her dresser and picked out a pair of ratty levis, a cut off t-shirt, and a thong. While standing directly over me she took off her towell. I stared above at the toned calves that lead to her smooth, olive thighs. Still wet and matted from the shower, Carmella wiped her thick dark bush. I feared the feelings that came over me. I wanted to be back up there. To wrap around her ass. To absorb her juices. To be warmed by her crotch. It became all encompassing as Carmella towered above me.

The strange part was that she never looked at me. She never even acknowledged me. It was as if she was ignoring me on purpose. Then why would she let me lie here and lust after her?
Soon Carmella picked up her books and left for school.

Boredom marked my day. I stayed in the same spot along with the rest of her dirty laundry.

Finally Carmella returned home. I overheard her talk to her mother. "Guess what? I won the time trial! I beat out Tanya to race in the half. Boy is she pissed! She wouldn't even talk to me." "Oh Carm, don't make an enemy your first week." her mother replied. "She's wierd, mom. She did defend me against Carl, but then she and Carl tried to convince me that she is a witch. They tried to act like she turned Carl into my panties. Carl even took off when I wasn't looking. They must have planned it all along. I played along but today Tanya still kept talking about it. She kept asking about what i did afterwards, "did I punished him" and things like that. She even talked Carl into ditching school. It was pretty lame."

Carmella entered her bedroom. She looked right at me. Then she bent over towards me and scooped up all the dirty laundry. Holding me tight to her firm chest I could feel her warm, sweat soaked shirt. The phone rang. Carmella answered.
"Hello? Oh, hi Tanya. That's O.K. You don't need to apologize. I guess i should have told you that I'd run before, but I didn't want to sound like I was bragging. Look Tanya, I know you and Carl pulled your stupid little prank. It was funny yesterday. It's not anymore." Carmella dumped me into the washer with the other dirty laundry. She continued talking. The washer filled up with water. "Look, if you have to know I met my boyfriend Vik. We had sex. My blue flowered panties or "Carl" as you call him, was soaked with cum and sweat and ... they needed to be washed." The wash cycle kicked in. Suddenly I was tugged under soapy water. With her phone in one handand the other on her hip Carmella smiled and watched the wash cycle "It's too late he's in there now, O.K. Tanya? Yes, I'm serious. Stop it Tanya it's not funny anymore, O.K.? Oh well, then he's stuck as my panties forever I guess, whatever. I have to say that if it were true it serves him right. They are old panties. I'll only wear them when I run." Carmella laughed. "Damn it, yes Tanya my blue flowered panties are REALLY in the washer. Tanya?
Tanya?" "Tanya's psycho mom. She started crying and hung up on me." Carmella said.

...And here I remain.