In the days of old, back when I was but a humble pair of cotton panties, my owner bestowed upon me a wondrous gift. The gift of life!
Alright, maybe I’m being more than a little dramatic here. Kylee honestly had no idea what she was doing. All my goddess knew was that her ass kept ripping apart her garden variety panties, and she needed something that could handle the sweet strains of a gaining girl.
I’d be lying if I said I understood what happened when I woke up. Personally, I like to think of it as getting the whole shebang. Color changing, style switch, cleaning, repairing, stretching, shrinking. You need it and I got it. But on top of all of that, I could see the world clearly. I could feel, dream, make my desires a reality. I bet Inspector #6 would have never guessed that one day I’d get to be a real boy!
With Kylee, I was treated to a number of visions of beauty. The Asian woman’s powers allowed for every manner of situation, though I will say that I was particularly partial to the growing buttocks of many a damsel. In fact, my favorite was the sweet methodical growth of my sweet Kylee.
Sue me for getting distracted, but I cannot help but remember the tightness. Oh how I loved stretching to accommodate that bottom. From such humble beginnings, I could feel every curve and the light dimpling of cellulite brushing up against my fabric. Hips widening, saddle bags flaring outward, the warmth that came from being trapped beneath that luscious belly.
Oh? Yes I could enjoy more than the simple perfection of the legs. For the pear does not just have a large bottom, but a substantial middle as well.
Alas, twas not to be forever. With all of my talents, I could not stave off the inevitable. There came a point where Kylee outgrew me.
Amusing is it not?
The point of no return occurred when my blessed angel reached immobility. After many years of gaining and growing, she could no longer move. The mountain of fat encasing her legs made movement impossible. There were the shows to prove that she could still stand, but eventually there was no more use for a pair of panties.
With that, I found myself gifted to a wisp of a delivery girl. No doubt she was confused that such an enormous woman seemed to have a brand new set of panties, but I could tell that the wink from Kylee meant that she knew I could do more.
For my journey with this young woman would just be the beginning. I pray you take a breather and enjoy my experiences.
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