It was bizarre. Kale could not feel but he could smell, see, and even hear. He noticed his environment change from a bright room to a dark, smelly place. He felt himself move as she moved. His face was now the inside of the underwear, and it hugged her genitalia very close, like a child hugging their teddy bear. It was hard to describe how it felt, but the strong smell, similar to that of fish, was everything he felt. The forest that was her pubic hair felt like a kind brushing against him. 

This was only the front. Her behind felt in touch with his legs, maybe even his genitalia. It was hard to tell which parts of his body were in underwear form. He definitely felt like he could smell her rectum from the front, and he was proven right, when a fart slipped. He felt tickled, but the smell was present. Other parts of his body felt intertwined, hugging her thighs, her pelvic area. As she walked, he hugged her more, and as she stopped, he hugged her less. The sweat dripped over him. And when she sat, he felt the pressure, which was greater when she crossed her legs.

Everyday movements were so subtle and easy to notice now. Kale spent a majority of his time in the dark, smelling, feeling, absorbing her sweat. It felt as if he was swallowing the fluids when he absorbed them into the fabric that may of been his skin. It drove him crazy to know she had a sentient pair of underwear but was unaware, though she likely would not take kindly to finding out. But she was confused when she went to use the toilet. Her panties did look different. But for Kale, he was a bit glad to finally see some light, and have some fresh oxygen surround him. Or, well, however fresh toilet oxygen could be. Her face looked down at him and he was in awe of this giantess, who he was a part of, her well-curved body his domain, or temporary home, for he still had things to attend to. She decided to not pay her underwear much attention though and Kale was once again met with the bitter taste of her piss from the previous week as he rose to hug her genitalia again.

It became such a common taste, feeling, to have that golden liquid go down his throat, even though it was not, in reality, his actual throat. He wished he could eat her out, to have such a great sight of pleasure ever so closer to his face, and yet so far away at the same time. He was constrained by what underwear could do, and felt as if underwear were under constant torture, so close to amazing items of pleasure but never quite there. He enjoyed his time, which felt like ages, since there was no sense of time. But soon, it was all over, and he was back with Jerry.

Jerry told him about the man who showed up, and explained why he summoned back Kale far earlier. He was sad, but Jerry promised that in the next few weeks, they will get even closer to the cave that is her genitalia. So close, in fact, it'll feel unreal.