(livingundies)
“I want him to be panties permanently.” No one could blame Izzy for her choice. Not even, Stan. He wanted to, he wanted to scream and kick and say every horrible thing he’d ever thought about her. He had been in S’s hand however, he saw how this evil monster broke every piece of Izzy’s resolve.
Truth be told, he never wanted to be a cop. He wanted to be a hero, the police force was just the closest route to do so. This is what hero’s do, they sacrifice themselves for others, he just wished he made the choice.
“Well, that’s all you had to say. Want a towel or something?” S said, suddenly much more calm and casual even, she had motioned to Izzy’s shorts were it showed that she had peed her pants. His partner merely looked at the floor, tears had flown down her face and ran her makeup.
As the henchwomen dispersed, Izzy shamefully made her way to the door. “Where are you going?” The Seamstress said. She turned around dumbfounded. “You sentenced him, you have to watch. If you truly don’t give a rat’s ass about this thing, as you put it. Then take a look at how we do this.” The psycho was holding the gun at her hip, more than suggesting her cooperation.
Izzy walked over and S put her hand around her shoulders. “You’re gonna love this. I know I do.” Stan was handed off to two women who observed him and stretched him much like how S did a moment ago. They flashed their boss an ‘ok’ sign prompting a nod from her. The ladies set him down on a wooden work table. Suddenly they both brandished rolling pins. *SLAM* One brought it down hard on the edge of Stan’s form! She then put her weight behind an intense roll. After it ended, *SLAM* the other joined in, repeating what her fellow craftswoman had just done.
“This isn’t the perma-flattening part, this to really press down any none crushed or already reforming parts of him. This way he remains the thinness of actual clothes.” S was in her element, describing her process. Izzy on the other hand was horrified. She wasn’t above sitting on a guy and pressing him on the seat of your underwear for a week, but even this made her sick. The pain Stan must be experiencing must be awful.
Indeed it was, he wished he could cry or scream but all this terrible angst just welled up in his panty body. Stan couldn’t possibly know how long this had happened but by the time S signaled them to stop, the women were sweating and out of breath. The wacko picked him up, running her hands up and down him. “Now doesn’t that feel like cloth.” She said motioning for Izzy to feel. She did and The Seamstress was right, the consistency of his form was very cotton like but with the texture of really soft human flesh. “Now the fun part.”
The two of them went into the basement of the warehouse where a huge piece of machinery sat. “This is a contraption made to crush cars, it’s got the perfect hydraulic power to trap your boy toy as undies forever.” S said. She grabbed a metal sheet and carefully wrapped Stan’s panty form around it. “Don't want his face fused to his legs.” She then set the sheet on an indentation in the center of the crusher.
S then handed Izzy the controls. “The green button.” She said plainly, testing his partner one last time. She rose her shaking hand, sniffing up more tears and carefully pressed it. The monstrous iron beast whirred to life then two massive metal walls began to close in on Stan. Izzy tried to cover her eyes but S screamed: “Watch it!”
They connected and all at once he felt the worst strain he ever had. His cells panicked and his from twitched and struggled! It was a mad dash, for a second it seemed as though he would reform on the spot. This was dashed as the walls connected! S commanded Izzy to keep the button held down. The machine groaned as the two objects strained against one another. Stan had felt pressure the likes of which not many have ever felt before. The metal walls were starting to bend! He couldn’t take it any longer, his eyeballs rolled back and he was unconscious.
Stan’s vision came back to him, but he hadn’t opened his eyes, his sight just returned suddenly. He couldn’t move, even before he could weakly move his pupils, not anymore. Then S and a completely distraught Izzy came into his view. “Hey there, sleepy head. Check you out. She held up a mirror and Stan died, by no means by a little bit inside. His eyes were the size of coffee mugs, rough edges around the side from where they had splattered! His mouth was a thin red line, his tongue ha lost all defined detail and was only discernible as cloth running from the crack to the crotch of his wearer. He looked much more cartoony and abstract.
“Alrighty, now for the last part of our demonstration, that went by fast.” It hadn’t. S produced a bottle filled with some kind of blue liquid. “What’s that?” Izzy said. She hadn’t responded to the question. Instead, she dumped a heavy pour on Stan. “It’s known as a reforming agent, puts a Tiny back to their shape of origin.” Izzy was confused, what was the point of that?
The solution worked quick! In an instant Stan’s body resembled what it was before the press, then before the girls at the station morphed him and then, he was himself again. He stood up naked and weary. He didn’t say anything, he wasn’t sure how to react. S picked him off and then wiped him off dry with a rag. She then set him down in Izzy’s hands, the two shared a smile and this all seemed like some bad dream.
Suddenly, Stan’s tongue shot out of his mouth! He screamed, muffled by his fast elongating tongue. Izzy dropped him in surprise and S began to laugh maniacally. Stan writhed on the floor as his body flattened out on it’s own. His arms connected and fused back into straps, his eyes popped out to their former elongated sizes and he stretched back into his panty form.
“Beautiful isn’t it. He’s been crushed so hard, his body can no longer maintain a shape that isn’t underwear. Oh, and by the way, I knew you were a cop the second I saw you and him. Believe it or not, I paid attention to the news article about a new Tiny cop and his fat partner. Don’t worry, you’re still free to go, this is more than a message to your superiors and heck, I’ll even pay you for him, but at the price you agreed to.” S said in Izzy’s ear as she quaked in fear watching her former partner resume the form of a pair of panties. She slid a wad of thousands in her bra then slapped her butt indicating that she was to leave.
Izzy was forever changed by this and walked out absent minded. “Whew, that was fun.” S said while picking Stan back up off of the floor. “Hi there, Officer Padding. I have dreamed of this moment ever since I saw you in the papers. Didn’t think it would be this soon, but I guess this was your destiny. My only regret is that you aren’t quite my size, but don’t worry I know a gal you’ll fit, most likely.”
Stan was in a fugue state, his mind had shattered when his body betrayed him and took this horrendous shape. He had grown a bit, starting as an XL pair, he was now more of an XXL. Big girl panties for sure. Who was to be his owner?
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