Hattie Florence had gone to class without changing her laundry over.
She was the second to last girl on his floor missing from his collection. Long blonde hair, beautiful smile, and, most importantly, a rockin’ ass that would sometimes give him a glimpse of a little colour when she bent over. She liked yoga pants and the day after laundry day she tended to wear a pair of nice panties with horizontal stripes in two tones of pink.
Chase had been dreaming of those panties ever since he’d caught a glimpse one fateful day when Hattie had come back with groceries and spilled them all over the floor when the plastic bag broke. She’d been busy cleaning up boxes of crackers and checking jars of pickles for cracks. He’d gotten a view of her panties and he wanted them for his collection.
He had a pair from almost every girl on his floor and couple from other floors and now it was Hattie’s turn to sacrifice a pair to his ever expanding collection. He grinned as he burst into the laundry room, rushing to the dryer and finding her clothes waiting there. All warm and unfolded. He reached in and began to dig around. Not a blue pair with the same design, he didn’t need a plain white pair, the period panties disgusted him, she had way too many bras, and ha! There it was. He pulled that beautiful pair of panties from her clean clothes and felt the soft beautiful fabric.
It went up to his nose and he inhaled the scent of clean from it, detecting a faint trace of Hattie’s sweaty crotch with it. It made his dick stand at attention, ready for the next phase. He stuffed his catch down his shirt, rushed out of the laundry room, and burst into his own dorm room, locking the door behind him and throwing his shirt aside. His pants and ugly ass men’s underwear followed. He was too horny to remove his socks though. They stayed on while he stepped his feet inside Hattie’s underwear and pulled it over his own crotch, stretching the pair uncomfortably over his waist and laughing gleefully at the tight fit.
His hand fell on his dick and he began to Jack off in her underwear. Laughing and panting the whole time in excitement. He was defiling her underwear. It was hotter than any regular jerking off. His brand new cum rag pulled tightly over his crotch. He didn’t last long, he couldn’t with Hattie’s beautiful panties wrapped around his cock. He spilled seed all over the inside, soaking into the fabric as his eyes rolled back gleefully and he fell to his knees panting. Pure bliss rocked his body and he panted for a few seconds, the front of those pink striped panties soaked with his seed. It was the best pair yet, he loved it. He needed more. He could steal more pairs from Hattie while she was busy at class. There had been a blue pair in the same style.
He stood up and wandered to his dresser, opening his collection drawer, a bunch of panties sat inside, all crusty and soiled from being used as cum rags. He was about to peel Hattie’s off so it could join them when with a crunch and a scream the panties suddenly fit his pelvis a lot better.
It was a painful and sudden lurch. Suddenly his dick and balls were crushed into the flesh of his crotch so hard they merged with it. His hips popped outwards, his ass inflated backwards, and he fell to his knees groaning in pain.
His socks began to rise up his legs and turn pink, striping with two separate tones until they matched Hattie’s underwear. Then his legs shrunk down all feminine and girly with the hairs all shaven off and the toenails all glossy and painted.
“What is-?” Chase asked before groaning loudly and feeling his waist pull inwards, all his organs felt ill and he wanted to scream as his tummy became slim, toned, and feminine.
All that weight was pushed upwards and began to pool on his chest as two mounds of flesh that stung as they grew larger and larger, he could feel his nipples pulling outwards, stretching and getting bigger until he had a decently sized pair of breasts on his chest that became wrapped in a striped pink bra that matched the panties and socks.
“I just liked panties,” he groaned as his shoulders popped inwards, his arms skimmed down and he stumbled to his feet screaming. His jaw shattered and reformed smaller, his nose broke in three directions becoming smaller with each snap, his teeth fixed themselves as if he’d worn braces all his teenage years, and his scalp burned as dark brown hair erupted from it and cascaded down his back. His cum evaporated from Hattie’s panties and he shrieked as his crotch hollowed out into a vagina.
Chase slumped into the floor shuddering in pain and coated in sweat. She had to slowly haul herself upwards and when she did she cried in anger. Her collection was gone, replaced with more matching panties and bras with accompanying socks.
“I don’t, I don’t,” she mumbled before there was the flash of a camera and she turned.
She wasn’t in her dorm room anymore, she was in a studio with a camera crew in front of her and a green screen behind her.
“Lovely, now Casey, pose six,” the man ordered.
“Pose wha?” She asked in confusion before the camera flash blinded her. She blinked for a few seconds in confusion while her face broke into a smile. She posed just as instructed and the camera flashed again. Pose seven was next and she lay on the ground for that one, feet high in the air.
Flash.
Pose ten was equally fun, on her back with her breasts pushed skyward.
Flash.
The next set of underwear was the same just with the colour blue instead of pink.
Flash.
“Alright Casey, that should be a wrap,” the photographer announced and there was a bit of clapping from the crew while she rose to her feet and sauntered over her agent smiling.
“Lovely Casey, lovely,” her agent stated with a smile and wave at her. “How’s my star model doing?”
“Like I could do another shoot,” Casey replied with a sweet smile. “Got anything?”
“Love, you’re the hottest underwear model on the market right now, there’s always work for you,” her agent replied with a wave of his hand. “This company is in love with your work, they want you on all their marketing for the fall season and websites. We’ve got dozens more styles to get photos in this week alone. So rest up that sweet body of yours because you’ll be back it tomorrow.”
“Goodie,” Casey smiled while gazing down at her lovely body unaware that minutes earlier she had been a disgusting panty thief. She was a panty model now. A gorgeous woman who’s beautiful hips and curves were being used to sell a brand new autumn wave of underwear. She loved the underwear too, it was so soft and supporting. The girls buying it thanks to her work would be quite pleased with the results. She took a long drink of water after working under those hot lights all day and left the studio to go change. She was almost sad to part with the modelling set of underwear. It was so comfortable and soft.