My wife thought I had given up, but in truth I had taken matters into my own hands. She is a witch, an accomplished one, and very powerful. We had often used her magic to spice things up in the bedroom. She turned me into a woman and we had lesbian sex, we traded bodies, and she even shrank me down a couple times.
BUT I had been begging her to turn me into a pair of her panties to wear for the day. But she had ALWAYS refused, saying it was too dangerous or that something could go wrong. But I know people have done it before, and I could not get the thought out of my head. So after what had to be months of her refusing, I stopped asking.
Instead, I scoured the dark web, FINALLY finding someone who could sell me the right scroll. Magic scrolls like this were one-time use, the magic of the imbued spell would burn up the paper once it was cast. The seller assured me that it was completely and easily reversible by any witch.
So today was the day that I was going to live out my greatest fantasy. I was going to spend the day wrapped around my wife’s most intimate parts.
So this morning I got up early and took my shower, not that I really needed one, but I wanted to keep up appearances. If she knew what I was doing, she would never let me go through with it.
I came out of the shower to see her getting her clothes for the day laid out on the bed as she always did.
“Good morning,” I said, trying to be as nonchalant as I could. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as I passed by, heading for the dresser.
“Morning,” she replied with a smile.
“I have to head into the office early today, I’ll likely be gone by the time you get out of the shower,” I said as I started to gather up the clothes I most certainly will not be wearing today.
“Alright. If I don’t see you, have a good day!” she said over her shoulder as she headed off to the bathroom.
I waited for almost a minute after I heard the water turn on, to be sure she was in the shower. I pulled the note out of my underwear drawer where I had hidden it and slipped it onto the top of her pajama drawer. When she went to get her nightgown tonight, she would see the note explaining what I had done so she could change me back.
Then I quickly put all of my clothes away. Completely naked, I almost ran to the closet to pull the scroll from where I had hidden it.
Scroll in hand I crossed to the bed to take a look over the clothes she had laid out for the day. I licked my lips as I looked over the tight pencil skirt, matching blazer, tights, and white blouse. Finally my eyes landed on the black lacy panties. I smiled and scooped them up and tucked them away in the dresser. She won’t be needing those today.
Wanting my new form to land generally where she had it, I sat down on the bed next to her pile of clothes, as close as I could get without actually sitting ON them. Rolling the scroll open, I read the incarnation.
When I finished, two things happened at once. The scroll started burning from the bottom, not with big flames, but simple embers which didn’t generate any heat. Secondly, my vision began to blur. It didn’t completely fog over, and I could still see, but it felt like a veil dropped over the world around me. As the scroll vanished completely, I felt myself falling backward, losing all sense of my body. The last thing I felt was my body falling in on itself.
Soon my vision cleared and I was staring up at the ceiling. I ‘blinked’ and looked around, getting stock of myself. I could direct my vision around the room from my very-flat position on the bed. Glancing in the mirror over the dresser I could see myself, rather I could see the pile of clothes, complete with a black pair of lacy panties.
Oh shit, it worked! I exclaimed ‘out loud.’ In my excitement I didn’t ask the obvious question: Could she hear me if I spoke to her? I had forgotten to find that out, but I was pretty sure I didn’t hear anything.
My musing was interrupted when I heard and saw the bathroom door open and my wife walk out. My excitement ramped up as I saw her walking toward me, her body and hair wrapped in towels.
She looked around for me and shrugged, going about her routine of drying her hair and getting ready for work. Finally, she crossed to the bed and dropped her towel. I felt a tingle run through me when I saw her naked form looming over me. If I could move, I would have been trembling with excitement.
She reached down and picked me. I could feel the warmth of her gentle grip and I heaved a sigh. Or at least I would have if I had lungs…
Before I could really savor the feeling, she had lowered me to her feet and stepped in through the holes in my fabric. It was a weird sensation, feeling her warm, smooth legs inside (between?) me. I slipped higher and higher up her legs, watching her pussy and ass rocket toward me.
With a bounce of her hips, I settled into place. I heaved a sigh at the sensation. It was like cuddling close with her, but to the n-th degree, with my entire body feeling her warm skin. I’ll admit the stretch was bordering on uncomfortable, though it wasn’t unbearable.
While I was reveling in the feeling of being pressed so close to her, she pulled her skirt up and over me. I didn’t notice it coming and almost yelped when the fabric surrounded me. I grunted to myself at the confinement, which only increased as she zipped up the side.
If before I felt like I was cuddled up close to her, now I felt as if I was cuddling her tightly fully inside of a sleeping bag that was way too small for the both of us.
Despite being cramped, a bit uncomfortable, and having my vision restricted to the occasional glimpse down her legs, I was still loving my position against her body.
I nearly moaned, or at least tried to, as soon as she took a step. The feeling of her hips and ass moving INSIDE me was something else. Her warm soft flesh shifting, pressing into me and moving my entire being was everything I wanted and more.
Soon I found myself drifting off, as if I was slowly falling asleep, my thoughts slipping away from me.
Suddenly I snapped back to reality in a panic. I had an overwhelming thought that something horrible would happen if I let myself ‘fall asleep.’
Even as I was having that thought, I felt myself getting lost in the feeling yet again, drifting away into blissful peace. The feeling over her body slowly, but surely building up moisture as she sauntered around, shifting her sexy body inside of me…
I snapped myself back again, but it was like shaking a deep sleep, taking longer to get back to my right mind.
Oh shit, I muttered to myself. I’m not falling asleep, I’m losing my mind and becoming more panty than human.
I panicked realizing that I might lose my mind to my new cloth body. I knew I had to get her attention so she could change me back before it’s too late. But it felt so good to… NO, I have to focus, oh that feels so… NO, keep a hold of myself.
The rest of the day became a blur, a constant struggle of fighting to prevent the pleasure I had so longed for. All the while fearing that I may never become myself if I lose myself to the feeling of being worn.
Finally, at long last, my limited visibility showed me the ground outside the building as she walked out to her car.
Oh good, she is heading home. She’ll see my note.
I drifted again, losing myself for a long while, I finally snapped back when I felt her skirt loosen and drop away.
“Baby? Are you here?” I heard my wife call as our bedroom came into view around me.
Yes, yes I am, check your damn drawer! I tried to scream at her, but of course, panties can’t make a sound.
“He must be working late,” she pouted. “It’s too bad, I really need him…”
I could see her hand slip down her stomach toward me. Before I even had the chance to wonder what she was doing, her fingers ran over me, pressing me into her clit.
I moaned to myself, knowing what she was about to do. Despite my worry that I might lose my mind, I was massively turned on. She started rubbing herself harder, pressing me into the warm wetness of her pussy as she fell backwards into a sitting position on the bed.
I felt words beginning to escape me as the pleasure and the feeling overtook me. It quickly became harder and harder to stay focused.
No, I have to… keep my… I wasn’t even able to finish that thought, my mind was so far gone as my body began to give into the feeling.
She sped up, moaning to herself as she climbed closer and closer to orgasm. My fabric became soaked with both her sweat and arousal.
NO… No… no… my voice echoed in my head quieter and quieter, and my ability and desire to resist slipped away.
My wife’s voice reached a higher pitch as she moaned through her orgasm, bucking her hips into her hand. The pleasure I felt almost matched hers, and was the last thing my conscious mind was aware of. It was just too much for me, and my mind was lost to my new being. In a moment, my wife went from wearing her transformed husband, to wearing just a scrap of cloth.
EPILOGUE
Not too long after her amazing orgasm, my newly-single wife walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the shower. She walked casually over to her dresser and pulled a fresh pair of panties from the drawer. Leaning down, she opened her nighty drawer, wrinkling her eyes at the paper she found there.
When she started reading, her expression started angry, annoyed that her husband didn’t listen to her warnings. Then she read further down she realized the method he used, and recalled the events of the day and her face went pale.
“Shit. You moron, scrolls are too powerful for this kind of magic,” she dropped the note and ran back into the bathroom, looking for her foolish husband-turned panties. “A witch could use a less-powerful, more reversible version of the spell.”
Finding him, she ran back to the bed and dropped him onto the mattress. She closed her eyes and recited a spell. When she opened her eyes again, she was greeted by the same pair of panties.
An hour later, she sat on the bed, her head in her hands.
“Well I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’ve tried everything,” she said, turning her head to look at the panties next to her. “Nothing worked. The spell you used was just too powerful, and you must have given yourself over to your new form. So you’re stuck this way. And I can’t even talk to you, so I have no idea which is more torture for you, being worn constantly, or not being worn at all. So the only way to handle this is to just toss you into the laundry, where you will become nothing more than the panties that you so desperately wanted to be.”
With that, she picked up her former husband, took him to the bathroom and dropped him into the hamper, where his new life cycle of being washed and worn began.
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