It’s funny how the wrong professor can make even the most interesting subject sound boring, isn’t it? That had been your last conscious thought as Mr. MacDonald had droned away about 13th century Anglo-Saxon village life on an unusually warm Thursday afternoon. Normally you loved world history, but fourth period came around just as your lunch was putting you into a food coma, and the hazy warmth of the afternoon was lulling you into the twilight zone of daydreams.

Battling to stay awake would have been impossible if it hadn’t been for her. At 5’10” she already stood half a head taller than the rest of the girls, but her dark auburn hair was a dead giveaway that Katelyn was in the room. She was the only redhead in your school, redhead mind you, not ginger. You remember last year when Kyle Tucker had tried teasing her about being a ginger. He hadn’t even been able to finish his line about not having a soul before the she had slammed him into a locker, forearm at his throat, and delivered a quick gut punched that knocked the air out of him. Everyone had gone dead silent, the only sound in the whole hallway had been Kyle’s wheezing as he gasped.

“I’m a redhead Kyle, got it? If you don’t know what red is I’d be more than happy to show you just how red my fist can be after it’s done with your face. Now get your colour-blind looking ass out of here.”

With a quick shove Kyle retreated to the safety of the crowd that had gathered. And like Moses of old, Katelyn’s athletic frame parted the Red Sea of faces, and with head held high had walked out of the building and into infamy.

No one ever messed with Katelyn after that.

After replaying the memory in your head, you leaned back in your chair and smiled. Katelyn wasn’t a mean girl by any means. But she’d always been competitive, ever since elementary school. And as captain of the girls basketball and volleyball teams, you’d see firsthand just how physical she could be on and off the court. She also ran track and field, and rumor has it that the only reason she hadn’t been team captain there too was because her best friend Stephanie was the only one who could outrun her, so Stephanie was captain instead.

How did you know all this? Well on top of being a history and science nerd, you also happened to write and edit for the school newspaper. So attending sports events featuring the auburn beauty wasn’t an uncommon way to spend your evenings. You may or may not have expanded your journalist duties by interviewing athletes from time to time. And while Kyle hadn’t complained to any of the principles about what happened with Katelyn that day, probably out of embarrassment for being publicly manhandled by a girl, you used it as an opportunity to interview the school’s most badass redhead for an article you were suddenly writing on bullying.

A few days later you’d caught up with her at lunch.

“So what kind of defense does a girl like you have to play off the court here at school when it comes to bullying?” You’d asked.

“Not much really. I feel like most of the bullying that happens at school is towards people who are alone and different. I’m different because I’m tall, and I’m a redhead, but I also don’t take any crap, from anyone.”

As you dutifully jotted down some notes you couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes gleamed as she spoke. Her two deep pools of sapphire with flecks of white seemed to soften as she talked about those who had it rough, but hardened into cold steel when she mentioned not putting up with any BS. You’d known her a long time, but not well enough to gage her moods. You wondered what else you could learn just from her body language.

Everything about Katleyn screamed confidence. Her shoulders were broad, and her arms and legs were well muscled, but defined and slender at the same time. You’d seen her post up a girl 6 inches taller than her on the basketball court, but fly across the finish line of a 10k race with the grace of a gazelle. She almost exclusively wore jeans, or exercise clothes, a product of being in all of the school’s sports. But today she had on something a little more patriotic. Her dark hair was wrapped in a pony tail behind her, a few loose strands falling over her eyes. She wore a red v-cut top that showed an inch or two of cleavage (you’re a guy, how could you not notice?), a royal blue pencil skirt that fit her a little too well, and some red high-top converse. Her almost ivory skin made her outfit the perfect combo of red, white, and blue. The only blemish you could observe was the light freckles around her cheeks and a few on her arms and chest – but still perfect.

You had concluded the interview before she noticed you staring at her, and your article had painted her as a victim turned hero, which only added to her growing reputation. She seemed to walk a little taller that week, and after winning a home basketball game, she’d approached you afterward and given you a surprise hug.

“Sorry I’m all sweaty”, she breathed. You didn’t mind at all. “But I wanted to thank you for mentioning me in your article, I was a little worried I might get in trouble, but now I feel more confident than ever at school. I’m not afraid of anyone!”.

Still surprised at such an affectionate interaction you replied, “I’m glad I could help. And I know you’re not afraid, you scored like 30 points tonight!”

“Yup, and I couldn’t have done it without you. I’ll see you in class!”

And with that the new school celebrity had faded into the rushing crowd of cheering students, eager to savor her victory. You hadn’t talked much since, but seeing each other in class or at sports events was always a plus. What had triggered your memory of this whole event?

Looking across Mr. MacDonald’s classroom you saw her sitting next to Stephanie, the blonde track and field captain, doodling away on a notepad and pretending to listen. She was wearing the same red, white, and blue outfit from your interview last year, and it was still one of your favourites. Just the way her skirt pulled tight around her thighs, and how she always balanced her legs on the balls of her feet, flexing her calves as if she was wearing high heels, made the fabric of your jeans feel a little tight.

As the lesson dragged on you noticed that Katelyn’s attention to her doodle was much more rapt that before. You could tell whenever she was really focused on something because her pink tongue would poke out from her lips. With all of her interest on the drawing, her posture relaxed, and her legs uncrossed, leaving you with a breathtaking view straight up the young woman’s skirt. Between the ivory crests of her thighs, you could spot some dark red panties.

Quickly glancing away before Katleyn, or anyone else for that matter, caught you looking you did your best not to spare. Yet for the next 15 minutes her posture never changed, and despite your best efforts your view always found its way back to her maroon underwear. There was something about it, almost as if it was a secret, she was just sharing with you. A false sense of intimacy swept over you, the same as when you noticed her eyes softening, and all you knew was you wanted to know her better, more intimately.

Finally the tall girls legs closed in again, blocking your view to her crotch, and reality came crashing in. Sitting there trying to hide the intense erection underneath the waistband of your jeans, you sighed in frustration.

She’d never go out with me, we come from two different worlds. Sports and Academics just don’t mix, let alone the fact that she’s way out of my league.  

But something about the memory of her panties still hung in your mind. And the desire to be near her never abated. Pulling out your own notebook you began writing down notes, and drawing up plans for what was bound to be your most insane idea yet.

Months had passed since that warm afternoon in World History class. The school year had end with you and the rest of the senior class enjoying a long-awaited graduation. Dressing up to walk across a stage so your principle could hand you a piece of paper seemed like a silly tradition to you, and the whole event had been a little anti-climactic in your mind. But you could hardly be bothered, you were on a deadline, and the closer the summer drew the more frantic you were to finish your work.

Your pheromone-driven scheme to get close to Kately had seemed full-proof at the time, but of course there were always roadblocks when it came to producing a prototype. Matter manipulation, that was the key to unlocking your romantic potential with this woman. She was sure to shoot you down if you asked her out on a date, and you’d daydreamed about being the perfect guy, so why not just become the perfect guy?

Every night since getting a glimpse up Katelyn’s skirt, you’d slaved away in your garage workshop, putting together a wearable atomic transformation collection hub, or W.A.T.C.H. for short. Disguised as a simple wristwatch, this fantastic machine could analyze the wearer’s atomic being, and rearrange/transform them into … well anyone. It had started off small. The first night you had it working you’d nervously stood in front of your bathroom mirror and watched as your eye color quickly faded from dark brown into a light green.

“Wicked!” You’d said with a smile creeping across your face. You were onto something here. That was a few weeks ago, and tonight, the night of the big senior graduation party, would be the night you would finally make your move. Hundreds of hours had been spent tweaking the WATCH and making sure it performed to standard. You’d adjusted the controls so that the wearer could upload a preset version of themselves, rather than having to adjust one feature after another. You had built the perfect guy, and tonight you would be him for the most perfect girl. Hair color and length, eyes, skin tone, height, weight, body proportions, everything down to a T had been planned. And nothing could go wrong.

Or so you thought.

Loud music blared through the darkened school gym, and the flashing strobe lights danced off all of the balloons and banners decorating the walls and tables. Now the graduating class were all too young to go to bars, but for all intents and purposes the current scene had been transformed into a working night club. The lack of the usual chaperones, and the new found confidence of being young adults was a dangerous combination for the hundreds of young people packed onto the dance floor. Inhibitions had been lowered and you could see dozens of couples enjoying one last night a little too publicly.

The room was dark, loud, and crowded enough that no one noticed a new face walk through the doors. At 6’3” your shoulders stretched a little wider across your new chest, making you seem even taller. It was difficult, learning how to walk when you’re suddenly 4 inches taller, but that wasn’t the only change. Your hair was lighter shade of dirty blonde now, and you’d kept the green eyes. Aside from elongating your cheek bones and turning yourself into prince charming, you’d added 20 lbs. of muscle and stripped away any of your unbecoming features. Heck, you’d even thrown in some scruff around your chin and cheeks, making you seem taller, older, more mature, and all around more attractive.

After walking around in your new body for a few minutes, you’d gone to get changed into a suit for the dance. But finding that your muscular frame wouldn’t fit, you sighed in frustration, wishing you’d bought a bigger suit. Suddenly the grey suit jacket expanded in front of your eyes. Throwing it around your shoulders it seemed to be a perfect fit! “That’s weird” You thought “I don’t remember putting in any settings for clothing.” Not being one to argue with a good thing, you quickly finished dressing and headed off to what was sure to be the most memorable night of your young life.

And so far, it wasn’t disappointing.

Among the sequin-platted party dresses and the thrashing bodies of the dance floor you’d caught a glimpse of her. Katelyn had come dressed to impress in a stunning dress that only reached her mid-thigh. It was flowy, and shook with her as she danced around the room, shaking and laughing. You don’t know what it was about the way she moved, but it felt like she owned the place.

With a newfound confidence you approached her, the sweat of dancing lightly gleaming off her flushed face. You were surprised to find that she was still, even with your taller frame, almost the same height. Looking down you saw the red converse had been exchanged for 4-inch red high heels, allowing her painted red toenails to shine. She flashed you a smile as you approached, clearly heading in her direction.

Not trusting yourself to explain exactly who you were, you simply extended your hand and with as much charm as you could muster said. “Care to dance?” She didn’t even answer, but grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to her, and for the next half an hour, the rest of the room seemed to melt away. The fact that you were a terrible dancer didn’t matter when Katleyn was running the show. She’d prance around you with seductive grace, grabbing your hands and leading you from one song to another. Her hair, which had been let to hang down, splashed across the room and the hem of her dress rose up when she twirled. Even in heels she wasn’t the least bit off-balance, but from the fruitiness of her breath you could tell she was slightly intoxicated.

After jumping around for a while the beat and the music dimmed, and slowed as a romantic song came on. Wanting the magic to continue, you pulled her in by her hips, and with a smile that matched hers, asked “Is it okay if I lead for one song?”

“Sure thing.” She replied as her arms wrapped loosely around your shoulders.

The two of you swayed back and forth, bodies close for a few moments before she whispered in your ear. “Thanks for the dancing, but whoever your date is here I think she’s going to get jealous when she finds out how much fun we’ve been having.”

“Oh I’m not here with anyone.” The sweet aroma of her perfume, and the softness of her skin were something you’d never gotten to experience this close up before.

“Well after this song, I’m going to go chat with my friends for a few minutes, but come find me afterward, and let’s see if we can’t get you to leave with someone.” She winked at you, and stepped closer into your chest. Your bodies were now just touching, and you silently prayed she wouldn’t notice your growing erection. But a feeling of emptiness came over your swelling groin, and for the moment you could bask in her glow, and drink in her hair as the two of you danced.

Once more the music picked up, and you saw her waltz across the dance floor to join her friends. Not sure what to do with yourself you went and got yourself a drink of punch. Two cups later you could tell that someone had spiked it. From across the gym you’d seen Katelyn down half a dozen cups, but that was a while ago, where was she??? She wasn’t in the gym anymore.

Making your way around the crowd, you stepped out of the makeshift club into the hallway. You could see a light down the hall coming from one of the girls’ bathrooms. Sounds of vomiting echoed from the tiled walls within, and you could tell it was her. She must have drunk too much. Not wanting to intrude, you still poked your head in and spoke softly “Katelyn, are you okay?” No response.

Gingerly you tip-toed into the open bathroom and found the crimson haired beauty passed out in a bathroom stall. “Holy shit Katelyn what happened?” You had no trouble picking her up and sitting her back down on the toilet as she groggily smiled and mumbled something you assumed was thanks.

The beautiful, but drunk, girl had lost her balance, and in her effort to steady herself against the bathroom stall, her dress had come up, revealing yet another unexpected surprise. She wasn’t wearing any panties. It was a quick glance, but you could definitely see the small patch of auburn pubic hair poking out from between her slender legs. From your crouched position it was all the closer, and you almost choked as her dress fell back into place.

“You’re okay, uh, yeah … so let me go find your shoes, you seem to have misplaced them.”

Turning out of the stall you stepped across the bathroom and spotted her heels beneath the sink. Had she not been wearing any underwear the whole night? The thought sent a shiver down your spine as you recalled that fateful day in class with her maroon panties. Suddenly a strange sensation overcame your entire body.

A green light emanated from your wrist and glancing down you saw the terrifying words “Transformation Initiated” blinking on the screen. “What? Wait no, I didn’t …” was all you had time to muster before your world collapsed on you.

The first thing you felt was the cold surface of the bathroom floor beneath you. Groaning, it felt like your body had been twisted and stretched and rolled flat with a rolling pin. You try to push yourself up off the floor, but can’t seem to find your arms. What? Opening your eyes was weird, as you got a fishbowl view of everything around you. You could look left and right, up and down, all at the same time. Giving you the weirdest interpretation of a girls bathroom you thought possible.

You heard a toilet flush. You could feel the vibrations in the ground as footsteps drew nearer, and from your low angle view, you were blown away at the sight before you. Towering far above you, impossibly large, was Katelyn. Her hair was disheveled, but otherwise she was just as stunning as ever. But terrifying at the same time.

Walking over to the sink she splashed water on her face, and after a moment bent down to put on her dancing shoes. Her feet landed near you, the brightly painted toes shown at the ends of a foot the size of a truck. You tried rolling away, but it was no use, it was as if your body had become detached from your mind.

The now giant girl stood up, and began to walk out the door. “Katelyyyyynnnn!!!!” You scream up to her, but no sound escapes your lips. Your body is jolted forward as the heel of her shoe catches part of you and drags you a few inches across the cool tile.

Looking down, with hazy eyes, the giantess blinks, and with a look of confusion tilts her head. “What the hell? I could have sworn I left these at home.” Squatting down she grabs you, and stands as if to put a foot right through your eye. The giant red heel comes crashing down, but never touches you. You hear it land on the floor, and the process is repeated with her other foot.

Standing at her full height, which seems like 200 feet to you, the auburn haired beauty pulls upward on your body, which is at point blank range of her crotch. You see her tight lipped pussy speed toward you, and you slam into the warm skin of her massive body. In a last ditch effort to throw yourself off her, you lunge backward, but only succeed in changing your point of view. Glancing straight ahead into the bathroom mirror, all you can see is Katelyn.

The folds of her white dress fall around you, cutting off your view of her wearing her favorite red panties. 

The initial shock of your unwanted transformation was taking a while to wear off, and the current sensory overload of your current situation was making your head spin. A rising sense of panic was seeping its way in as the drunken giantess made her way back to the dance floor. How had this happened? You had installed manual settings on the WATCH, ensuring that you didn’t accidently change your form whenever your wrist accidently bumped into something. So why had it changed you into Katelyn’s panties just by thinking about them?

It was the strangest, most intimate sensation of your life. You could feel every stretch and curve of her massive body as yours was wrapped around it. As she walked the leg holes of your flesh turned fabric would adjust, creating a rubbing sensation. You remarked on how soft her skin felt, it was pleasant, but you could do a lot more than just feel her.

Being in such close proximity forced you to experience the heat her titanic body was generating. It had only been a couple of minutes as Katelyn slowly strutted her way back to her friends and began casually chatting, but if you could you would have already been starting to sweat. Without eyes to close, you focus inward on what you were experiencing, searching desperately for your lost limbs to move and find an escape. Without success you realize that you’re begging to feel … full? You have no mouth and no stomach to eat with, but you can feel yourself swelling, and a salty taste is spread around wherever your tastebuds are (which is everywhere on your new body).

You may not be able to sweat anymore, but she can! From your point of view the canopy of the giantess’s white party dress was bouncing all around, the young woman had returned to the dance floor and her chaotic movements, which an hour ago you found enchanting, were disorienting to say the least. As the heat had picked up, she had begun to sweat, and her perspiration was being absorbed into the first fabric it could find … you. It put a salty taste in your mouth, and you struggled a little trying to find a way to expel her bodily fluid from you without luck.

The panic you’d felt earlier returned as you realized that you couldn’t move at all. There was nothing you could do to stop the girl of your dreams from dancing the night away, chatting with her friends, drinking more, and making her way home. All the while you were stuck to her.

At one point in the evening you’d experimented with your sight. The initial fishbowl effect of being left on the floor had changed when she’d put you on. Now you could feel more than see her. But attempting to twist your neck violently from side to side could move your eyes turning outward to inward and vice versa. You recalled seeing Katelyn’s massive high heels slam down through your openings as she pulled you skyward, up over her thighs and into the cradle of her crotch. Now, amidst the dancing you were once again faced with the inner sanctuary of the unaware girls pussy.

The small patch of pubic hair you’d glimpsed earlier was nothing compared to the bush you saw before you. From this close you could see and feel the strands of hair, as thick as tree branches, twisting together and pressing outward, almost tickling your face. The pale skin of the redhead’s thighs melted into a darker shade of pink around her lower lips. You had always been intimidated by Katelyn’s size, strength, and confidence. But you’d never been more intimidated as you realized just how much power she had over you.

Her pussy gave off a distinct musky smell, not unpleasant to you. As the night drew on her dancing had pushed you closer into her folds, and every crevice of her groin, including the not so nice ones. But all the movement came to a stop as you felt gravity shift and the giantess laid down.

During your exploration of her pussy, you had failed to notice the music had faded, and that Katleyn had walked home only to throw herself on her bed in exhaustion. The two of you just laid there, and you could feel the mattress underneath her compress you further into her crack. Suddenly the giant girl sits up, and lazily pulls her white dress over her head and casts it to the floor. You twist your vision to take in what must be her bedroom as she lays back down.

Minutes pass and her breathing slows. She must be falling asleep. Wait. You wonder if you can fall asleep too? Or are you destined to experience every waking moment on her body?

You do your best to quiet your mind and fall asleep. You’d never been one to meditate, but you’d achieved a mild zen-like state when everything shifted.

Your body was stretched and compressed further as a massive manicured hand invaded your space and began rubbing you deep into the folds of a pussy you’d only dreamt about.

“Hmmmmm” the vibrations of a lengthy moan could be felt even by her panties.

Oh my god. Is she doing to masturbate with me still on? That was your last thought before her hand covered your view completely. 

Katelyn never drank, and she hardly ever partied either. She was always too busy with training and practice to bother with the party scene – but tonight she decided to cut loose and see what all the excitement was about. She was celebrating her graduation, which meant that she was basically an adult now, and that’s what adults do. Why not get a taste of what life will be like after she heads off for college at the end of the summer to play D1 volleyball? One crazy night couldn’t hurt.

Apparently, her feet and her head didn’t get the message.

She vaguely remembered stumbling into the girl’s bathroom to puke her guts out. One of her friends had been there briefly, right? Anyway, after collecting herself and washing up she soldiered through the nausea and spent the last hour of the party sobering up and keeping an eye out for the new guy she had been dancing with. He must have been a last-minute transfer student or maybe a friend who was coming from out of town, she would have remembered those green eyes anywhere. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be found, and as the party came to an end she dragged her still semi-drunk self home, exhausted.

As she kicked off her high heels and plopped herself down on her bed, two thoughts occurred to her. 1) her feet were killing her, and there would definitely be blisters tomorrow, and 2) where the hell did she leave the Tylenol? The only thing that hurt more than her feet was her head. Feeling too tired to shower, the redhead settled for stripping down to just her panties and allowing the water and medication she had just taken to work its magic and make her comfortable enough to sleep.

The night air was warm enough that she still felt at ease as the cold pale moonlight splashed across her ivory skin. With eyes half closed she could still make out the crimson dye of her toenails, and the glimmer of the moonlight on metal. Glancing around the room her eyes poured over the many dozens of trophies, metals, ribbons, and other athletic awards she had won over the years. She set them by her window on purpose to allow their reflective surfaces to create a kaleidoscope effect of glimmering light, thrown across the ceiling for her enjoyment. Each award represented her discipline in training, and the tremendous effort she put into her sport, in building her body, and she reviled in her success.

Graduating high school wasn’t an athletic achievement, but it was still a hard-fought battle. As she adjusted her position in her bed, she decided to treat herself to the same pleasurable ritual she had always done after a big victory. The shimmering trophies cast just enough light across her freckled cheeks to reveal a slight smile as her hands made their way down her taught stomach to the smooth fabric of her panties.

“Hmmmmmm”

Her fingers traced the outline of her heated camel toe. Pressing harder into her crotch, she decided that she had really earned this, and deserved a fitting reward.

You’d never played a single down of football, nor had you ever been hit by a truck. But what you were experiencing as Katelyn’s panties right now would have put both of those experiences to shame. Unbeknownst to the beautiful giantess, her delicate fingers were now titanic compared to your new body, and were pummeling you into her most intimate parts without mercy. Up and down, over and over again, what would have been your face was dragged across her pussy lips as she grew ever hotter with desire. What had started out as a dampness in her panties had grown into a torrential gushing as Katelyn dug ever deeper into herself – the pink nub of her clit growing in size, yearning for more attention.

“Why doesn’t she just take me off?” You wonder. But the massive beauty above you was too lost in the throws of her own passion to bother with such trivial matters. Katelyn was too focused on finding her own orgasm to consider the wellbeing of the fabric wedged between her vulva.

The sweat and arousal that the giantess was putting off had utterly drenched you, muffling your senses of sound and taste. The salty but tangy mixture pervaded every one of your senses, and you could only guess how things were going based on the deep echoing moans of the redhead. Her quit gasps still echoed through you, and she would buck her hips forward at times.

You didn’t have any experience with the female orgasm, but if you had to guess she’d cum at least twice by the time you were finally peeled away from her soaking lips. Strands of her desire still stuck to you, connecting the fabric of your skin to her red bush.

“Finally,” you utter, not expecting anyone to hear. You hoped she would discard you into a laundry bin, or somewhere where you weren’t being used as a makeshift sex toy. Peering up through the strands of her pubic hair you can see two giant thumbs, complete with cheery red nail polish, hooked beneath your elastic.

Here it comes…

But rather than stripping you down her muscled legs, the giantess seems to hesitate. Katelyn begins to roll over and you find yourself smushed between her and the mattress below. A moment or two more of shifting and you feel a something soft press into your back. The world within Katelyn’s panties suddenly crashes downward, and the terror only briefly registers with you that the giantess had begun round two of her late night pleasuring.

Her pale thighs clenched together in a rush of endorphins as she achieved her first orgasm of the night. The warmth of her body, coupled with the comforting afterglow of her climax tempted to put the girl to sleep. Out of habit the girl began to unhook her panties and discard them to the floor, as she had with all of her other cum soaked underwear in the past, before allowing darkness to overcome her. Just as she was about to, the thought of her mystery dance partner danced across her mind, with just enough excitement to rouse her desire once more. She had been disappointed that he had disappeared before asking for her number, but she could recall the feeling of pressing his body into hers as they danced. Wherever he was, he was about to miss out. Rolling onto her stomach, Katelyn reached forward and grabbed her “special” pillow. It was made from a firmer material, designed to support her neck as she slept, but more often that she’d admit, she would fold it up and use it as a saddle. The crease in the pillow would press perfectly up against her clit, and she had been known to ride it well into the night. “This next one is dedicated to him.” She thought.

The pressure of having this beautiful girl riding your body into her pillow was phenomenal. It was as if every fiber of your being as being stretched and pressed at the same time, flattening you into the curvature of her hips, her thighs, and most importantly, her crotch. Any attempt of yours to make any sound, not knowing if you even could, would have been immediately muffled in the heat of her pussy, and the sounds of her pleasuring. This kind of masturbating was different than before, where Katelyn had been precise with her fingers in stroking her clit, this was far rougher.

Minutes of the giant girl gyrating her hips passed, with greater and greater vigor. Her moans soon turned to grunts as the girl began physically exerting herself, chasing her next climax. By the time she finally came, you’d felt just a little bit of your sanity depart.

Reaching behind herself, Katelyn gracefully unhooked her bra, allowing her tits to find some fresh air, and leaving her with only her panties. She leaned forward, placing on hand on her new toy, the other cupping her left boob, as she started to grind herself into the pillow with real intent.

This was always Katelyn’s favorite part. A byproduct of her time dominating in sports meant that she liked being in charge, and she wasn’t afraid to work up a little sweat. Positioning herself atop her pillow gave her a full-frontal view of herself in a mirror, placed across from her bed for that very reason. She actually liked watching herself as she masturbated. The way her tits bounced with such a quick rhythm, and the way her cheeks would get flushed as she got closer to cumming always helped push her over the edge.

Small beads of sweat began to form across her chest and forehead. The girl, pushing harder into her pillow, hoped to flatten the pillow entirely. Electric shocks of pleasure ran through her each time she ground her clit across the ridge of her pillow. The faster she went, the closer she felt her climax building. Pressing one last time, she bucked her hips forward and was rewarded with a satisfying gush from within the confines of her panties.

Rolling to her back, the girl let out a much needed breathe, and felt sleep coming onto her. Stripping the panties, which had bunched up into a soaking thong, from between her cheeks, she lifted them up to inspect the damage. It wouldn’t have been the first time she’d ripped a favorite pair during her playtime. Seeing only the leftover mess of her arousal, the girl casually flung them to the floor.

As sleep closed in around her, the girl’s last conscious thought was thinking it strange that she could hear some faint crying coming from somewhere close by. 

It was a lot for your mind and new body to take in. There were no bruises or broken limbs to speak of, nor were there any cuts or lacerations as evidence of what you’d just experienced. But the same way an amputee might experience phantom pains from a lost limb, your psyche was enduring the seemingly real sensation of being the collateral damage of a 200 ft tall giantess’s voracious libido. Katelyn, still unaware that she had just introduced you to her private post-game ritual in a very intimate way, had sleepily cast your battered body to the side, landing with a quite splat on her bedroom floor.

Soon the soft breathing and occasion snore from the giant redhead could be heard. You laid there, numb and confused as the wetness that had invaded your body slowly dried and began to stiffen.

The feelings of fear, frustration, and arousal had come crashing down once you’d realized it was over. Never in a million years would you have predicted that this was how the night would go for you. Shrunken and transformed into your crush’s underwear? How? In all the commotion you had failed to locate the WATCH, the only device you knew that could undo this terrible mistake. If you had had eyes, tearstained as they would’ve been, you closed them and did your best to envision your left arm, complete with the WATCH still attached. But nothing happened.

You couldn’t seen the home screen, and there were no buttons for your to press to alter any of its settings. It was designed to manipulate organic matter, not clothing! So how could it have done this? Thinking back over the process of creating this wretched machine you came to the conclusion that the “recommendations” program you had installed, which monitored the wearer’s thoughts, had gone haywire and begun transformations without authorization. Doing your best to visualize your original human body, you willed the WATCH to respond. But your thoughts echoed back to you unanswered.

It wasn’t long before the early morning light began seeping through the window of the sleeping giantess’s bedroom. You’d envisioned many times what Katelyn’s bedroom looked like, and you weren’t far off. To any normal person it would have been the bedroom of an average 18-year-old girl, littered with posters from movies and stuffed animals from when she was little. Guess she’s the nostalgic type. But to you, it was several times larger than an airplane hangar, and the teddy bears were the size of actual grizzlies.

There was enough light now for you to make out more detail. Katelyn’s floor was far from neat, and strewn about it were sneakers, socks, shorts, and all manner of clothing. Looking underneath her bed, startled you with a shout. It was as if you were looking into a mirror of yourself, well not your actual self, but the red panties! The ones Katelyn had been wearing that fateful day, the ones you envisioned which had triggered your mistaken transformation, and the one’s the drunk giantess had confused you for when she first kidnapped you in the girl’s bathroom!

The fabric had been worn, with small holes and rips and the elastic around the waistband was fraying in places. You were close enough to see they were frilly around the sides, but the panties had been twisted and were stuck in place by dried cum – the same as you. You could just make out a few curly strands of familiar auburn pubic hair imbedded in the mess. It scared you, to look at what had become of them and your own body. The panties looked to have been discarded, or mistakenly kicked far beneath the bed, out of sight and out of mind.

After quieting your breathing, psychological and emotional exhaustion washed over you. Your last conscious thought was that you needed to figure out a way to contact Katelyn and get your body back. 

 When you finally awoke, it was to a rhythmic swaying, not unlike laying in a hammock. You noticed that you were no longer on the floor of Katelyn’s bedroom, but rather had been moved to a laundry hamper filled with some of her other clothing items. It was difficult to say how long you’d been unconscious, but the light coming in through the windows told you it was late afternoon. Staring up you were momentarily frozen at the sight of Katelyn’s statuesque form carrying the hamper. You were pushed back and forth gently, riding in the hamper perched on her swaying hips.

It was now or never…

Closing your eyes once more, you deeply concentrated on where your mouth should have been.

“Katelyn.” You said. “Katelyn, please, can you hear me? I’m down here.”

The giantess made no move to acknowledge you, and you were thrown upwards as she began her descent down some stairs, the clothing bouncing around.

“Katelyn!!!!” You redoubled your efforts despite the lack of results. She had to hear you, she had to know what had happened, and she had to help you! Otherwise, you were stuck as a pair of red panties. The thought scared you, almost as much as the moment she put the laundry hamper down and you saw it looming far above you in all its terrifying metallic glory – the washing machine.

“Oh no…” Could you survive in there? You didn’t have lungs, but you’d barely made it through Katelyn’s late night passions and even that had felt like you were going to drown at some point. As much as you’d love to get the redhead’s sticky juices off you, you didn’t want to try your luck.

The giantess squatted down, her legs straining against the blue running shorts she’d put on, and began stuffing her dirty clothes into the mouth of the machine.

“Katelyn!!!! Please, it’s me! Last night something happened, I don’t know how to explain it really, but you can’t put me in there!!! Please!”

Like a crane, a giant hand descended until it had gripped, pulling you skyward. Unfurling you like a flag, Katelyn inspected the aftermath of multiple orgasms from the night before. It looked like she was about to say something, before you were abruptly curled into her clenched fist and tossed into the washing machine.

In horror you saw the clear door being swung shut.

“KATELYN!!!!” You willed your invisible mouth to move, desperate for her to hear you and rescue you.

The door stopped.

Had she heard you? She must have, why else would she stop.

A curious looked passed across her the girl’s face, and you could see her blue eyes focused on the pile of clothes. But after a moment she shrugged her shoulders and slammed the door, sealing you inside.

“She hear me!” You thought as your world began to fill with water and spin.

What you didn’t hear was the girl muttering to herself as she walked back upstairs. “That’s weird, I could have sworn I heard someone yell my name.”

The inside of the washing machine had been a living hell. The odor of Katelyn’s soiled clothing had been replaced by the overwhelming scent of laundry detergent, which seemed to seep into every fiber of your being. As the water poured in and the cycle began to spin you quickly lost track of all direction and darkness overcame you.

The next hour was a literal blur for you. You remember the rapid change in temperature, and the feeling of being lifted out, but you were too tired to even care.

When the dust had settled, you found yourself in a quiet darkness, noticeably different from the metallic innards of the machine. There was only a faint amount of light streaming in through a crack in one of the walls, and as your eyes adjusted you found yourself in the bottom of the giantess’s panty drawer. Panties, thongs, compression shorts, and all kinds of garments were stuffed almost to the ceiling.

Unable to move, and helpless to try and escape your fabric prison, you simply sat and waited for your captress to return. You knew she had heard you just before she slammed the door of the washing machine shut. And you knew you had to try to communicate once more.

The hours seemed to melt into one another. The only way for you to tell how much time had passed was by the number of times the giant redhead would open the drawer to retrieve a fresh pair of panties. Often dressed only in a towel, the giantess still loomed high above your prison, but your faint shouting was never enough to get a reaction out of her. Until the day she picked you.

As the drawer opened you caught a glimpse of the titanic hand fumbling over your form. Katelyn’s fist closed around you and quickly dropped you to the floor as she began dressing. The ivory skinned giant sat on her bedspread, leaving you with only a view of her slender feet and toned calves. But leaning forward to grip your sides brought Katelyn’s massive chest downwards. You could see her breasts in freefall and your heart raced.

Katelyn began standing, pulling your body upwards, and the memory of the last time you were worn by her flashed through your mind! Fear, the absolute adrenaline of trying to escape, and your desperation came together. “PLEASE!!!!! STOP! KATELYN!!!!”

Your ascent came to an abrupt halt. Your face was mere inches from the hungry looking opening of the giantess’s pussy. The wiry hairs of her bush stood out against the paleness of her thighs, and you were close enough to catch a whiff of her musk.

“Who said that?” The still naked girl turned around, glancing around the room to ensure her door was closed. With no one in sight she attempted to finish dressing before she was interrupted again by a quite voice that seemed to emanate from within her own mind.

“Katelyn, it’s me. You can hear me! I don’t know what happened, but please don’t put your panties on.”

Her chin dropped downward as she glared with hardened eyes at you. Unsure of what to make of the situation, you continued…

“I know this sounds insane, but this is your panties talking. Well I’m not actually your panties, my name’s Ryan, you know, from school? It’s a long story, but I really need your help to get back to normal.”

The familiar pull of gravity pulled on you as the girl released her grip on the elastic of your waistband. Dropping to the floor you looked up to see confusion and intrigue plastered across Katelyn’s face.

“What the fuck?!?!?!” She gingerly stepped backwards onto her bed, peaking just her head over the edge to view her talking underwear. “What’s going on here? Is this some kind of trick Ryan? Why am I hearing you inside my head?”

How could you make her understand your situation? Fearing that she would dismiss your communication as some sort of hallucination, you jumped right into recounting the story the last few days. Everything from the WATCH to the night of the dance and the drinking. Your voice trailed off when you got to the part when Katelyn had stumbled home to enjoy some “alone” time that wasn’t so alone.

As your story went on, you could see the expression on her face change as she quietly listened and took it all in. The initial panic slowly melted into wonder. But upon discovering who you were and how you got there, you could see her sapphire eyes harden again in a disapproving expression of what looked like anger, if not disgust.

“So you see, I never meant to become your panties, but I’ve been stuck like this for days trying to get your attention. You need to help me get back to normal! There are two prototypes of the WATCH back at my house, if you can take me there I can walk you through how to change me back!”

…

Silence.

Your heart raced as the awkward silence stretched on. Katelyn’s head slowly retreated behind the mattress, blocking her titanic form from your view. With a blanket wrapped around her nudity, the giantess came marching around the bed and picked you up with the force and swiftness of a hurricane. Bringing you almost to face level, the giantess bellowed,

“Well that has got to be, by far, the dumbest story I’ve ever heard! What are you kidding me? You built a machine to transform you into whatever you wanted and “accidentally” became my favorite pair of panties??? How dumb do you think I am? I know a pervert when I see one. I knew you were a creep by the way you were always watching me. Do you have any idea how violated I feel? Well, let me show you how I deal with creeps like you!”

Marching to the head of her bed, the giantess ripped open her nightstand drawer and flung your bunched up body into it’s confines. Not a moment later the drawer slammed shut and you were once again left to yourself in the darkness of a drawer. The giantess’s thunderous footfalls soon quieted. There was no telling how long you would be left.

“Well, that could have gone better.” You thought. 

Making her way downstairs, Katelyn pondered on the strangest interaction of her life. It had felt too real and gone on for too long to be passed off as a trick of the mind, and the reality of what he was saying seemed too far fetched to believe, yet there was no denying that somehow her panties were now a person.

A cold shiver ran through her spine just thinking about it.

Sitting down to a quickly made breakfast, the redhead opened her phone and did a quick search of local news and the boy from her school. Sure enough, a local tabloid had his name and face on their front cover, with the title “Local teen goes missing night of graduation.”. That was 4 days ago. Had he been stuck as her underwear the whole time?

Glancing over his image on the small screen, Katelyn considered him. Ryan wasn’t a bad looking guy. He kept his dusty blonde hair cut short, and she’d always had a thing for chin dimples. He’d been going to school with her for … well forever it felt like. They hadn’t been part of the same social circles, but she’d seen him around and he’d always been nice to her, she even had a small crush on him a few years back. Frowning, Katelyn thought back to what she’d just said to him and regretted how harsh she’d been. He wasn’t a creep – or at least he wasn’t until 4 days ago at the grad party.

The spoon she was using suddenly dropped from her mouth, still agape with the sudden realization of what had taken place that night. She’d woken the next morning with a mild hangover but could remember with intense clarity what she’d done to herself after walking home that night. Katelyn considered herself to be pretty sex positive, but she cringed with embarrassment at the thought of someone spying on her during such an intimate experience.

Subconsciously her left hand dropped to her crotch as she relived her post-game ritual. If Ryan had been transformed into her favorite red panties, then she’d basically face fucked him for over and hour that night. She’d never enjoyed getting completely naked when her urges came over her, and there always seemed to be a lot of mess to clean up afterward anyway, so leaving her panties on while she masturbated had seemed like a good compromise.

Pausing at a pleasant sensation, the recent graduate noticed her hand had been longingly stroking the insides of her thighs and pushing gently against her womanhood. The more she’d been thinking about what Ryan had experienced as her panties, the more she was beginning to like it.

Standing once more, Katelyn turned and giddily bounced upstairs with a confidence she’d never known until then. “Well, if he wanted to become my panties so badly, then I should make sure he gets the full experience.”

She walked a little faster as she considered all the possibilities.