Tyler was seriously panicking. What the hell was going on? He couldn't see or move or smell or anything? A few seconds ago he remembered shrinking and falling... into his roommate Zach's dirty underwear? That's not possible, what was going on?! He remembered the Chronivac and being hypnotically drawn to his roommate's dirty boxers, sniffing them uncontrollably.
All of a sudden, he heard another beep from the Chronivac; "Subject: TYLER's transformation is complete. Final Form: Zach's Dirty Underwear. Duration: Permanent. Reactivating Subject: TYLER's senses. Have a nice life".
"Oh fuck, I've been turned into underwear?! Zach's DIRTY underwear??? Oh my god, no!", Tyler screamed silently inside of his own mind. Suddenly Tyler's senses slowly start to come back. He could slowly begin to see again! However, his field of vision was forced looking straight down at the carpet mere milimeters away, and he couldn't move at all to look around. He felt incredibly loose and light and airy. He didn't feel normal and it doesn't feel like he had a body anymore! It also felt like his mouth was wide open, and there was a huge emptiness inside of him, like a huge void. It didn't feel like he had arms and legs, in the traditional sense. It felt like they had mutated or fused in funny ways. That was when his taste and smell came back...
Tyler could taste something salty and sour, like it was on his tongue, and it slowly got worse. Much worse. He was tasting days and days of Zach's old sweat that had soaked into his body. Tyler knew that his fabric was rank and yellow, and hardly had ever been washed, if at all! His taste buds, which unfortunately seemed to be all over his body now, were assaulted with the warm lingering taste of old sweat. No matter how he tried, he couldn't get rid of the smell! To make matters worse, the stretched out front pouch of the underwear was covered in old piss droplets, and ball sweat. Tyler would be crying if a dirty old pair of undies had any tear glands. Tyler also noticed a thick, salty flavor on the pouch too. Where the strong musky taste was coming from was also crusty. "Oh fuck, is that cum?!", he screamed inside of his head. Tyler was, indeed, being forced to taste several of his dirty roommate's dried loads, which had soaked into his nasty fabric and dried.
Then, to add to Tyler's misery, his scent glands kicked in. It smelled like he was constantly huffing the pure BO, ball sweat reek of the nasty fabric. It smelled like old sweat and armpits and balls and it was so bad! He couldn't stop smelling it though; it was a part of him. Tyler could even smell the old loads his roommate had shot into his dirty fabric body.
Tyler was forced to lay, crumpled up on the floor, experiencing the taste and smell of his dirty roommates ball sweat and cum. He had no idea how long he lay there in hell. Try as he might to struggle, he couldn't move any part of his body. All he could do was lay there, trapped, forced to experience the smells and tastes.
After an indeterminate amount of time, however, Tyler heard and felt heavy footfalls reverberate through his underwear body. His field of vision was severally limited and aimed down at the carpet, but he saw a pair of hairy feet stop right next to Tyler. Zach's feet. A new odor of sour feet filled Tyler's senses and, if he was still human, would have made him gag. "Ahhh, there you are", Tyler heard Zach mutter as Zach bent over to pick up the pair of underwear.....