Dan walked into the street leading up to his house. Another day of crummy school over. Now he was 16, he didn't actually have to go to school. Well, technically. Of course his parents wouldn't let him quit. He'd come too far to give up now. He wished he didn't have to go to school, like his sister Kat. It was her 18th birthday today. Dan didn't get her a present, of course. He never did. It wasn't like she ever got him one! But this morning, his parents didn't get on his back for it; because Kat had recieved a very big present from her parents. Dan had heard his mom say something about "all the girls in the family get this on their 18th birthday", and it being "something you have to keep secret". Dan had made a remark about it being a sowing quilt, and was consequently told off for it. But he had wondered what it was... He went up to the front door, and rang the bell. Kat answered. "Oh hello, fair brother, how was your day?" She said. "Er... whatever. Dad said you couldn't start drinking until the party." Dan answered, rolling his eyes. "Oh, I haven't been drinking", she said, grinning menacingly. "And I'm not going to the party, either." "Dad paid $100 for that, you can't just 'not go' to your own birthday party!" Dan replied. "He never did, that was just to keep me happy until I got my present. It was all a lie." "It must have been a pretty darn good present if you're willing to give up your 18th birthday party for it!" "Oh it was. And you, my pathetic little brother, will now experience it." She stood up, and picked up a small book, opening it at a marked page. "What the heck..." Dan moved back towards the door. "If you do anything to me, mom and dad will kill you." "Oh, I don't mind. In fact, I'm sure mom and dad wouldn't mind a new pet rabbit, or dog, or cat, or maybe a chicken for dinner or a pig for the barbeque." "What, did they get you a pet store for your birthday?" "You were just born an evil little kid, weren't you, Daniel? Well I think you'd make a far better animal." "What?!" Kat raised a small wooden stick in her hand up into the air, and began reciting something from the book. When she was finished, the wand began to glow, and Dan began to feel slightly strange. "Every female memeber in our family turns into a witch on their 18th birthday. Mom is more patient than me, she would never use her powers for wrong, but I'm not that kind." Dan begans to feel very worried indeed....

 In a flash of light you were changed into a pair of pink panties, you still had a face but it was on the inside of the panties in the rear. "KAT!!! CHANGE ME BACK!!!" you hollered. Your sister merely looked at you with a shocked and confused expression on her face. "You can still talk?" You remained speechless as your mind tried to process her words. "Well we can't have that!" She snapped her fingers and...nothing seemed to happen. You tried to make a smart remark at her but no noise came out of your mouth, she had stolen your voice. "Now then..." she picks you up and tests your elastic. "Who should I give you to?"

Kat thought for a sec and realized, "i know the perfect person to give you to". dans eyes widened as kat walked to her moms room, "hey mom, I got you these new panties. Can you try them on and see if they fit?" Your mothers voice was muffled a bit as she grabbed the pair of panties. Light fills your eyes as you see a leg step through, then another. Suddenly your view was obscured by the sight of your moms ass. slowly you were pulled up and into the awaiting crack of your moms butt. Youwere in horror as your face slid into her crack. The smell of your moms musky scent filed your nose. Youtried to scream but nothing came out. Your mother bent over to pull up her jeans your face abd opened mouth slapped abd wedged deep into her crack as she stood up, pulling her jeans over you abd sealing you in... It felt like hours that you had to endure the taste of your moms hole and the small farts she would let out throughout the day. She finally went into her room and decided to.....

your mom pulled you off and set you on the bed. she then walked out and took a shower, kat then came into the room. "hey bro, i thought you should know mom dosn't have magic powers anymore so she probly can't tell your panties, you'll be going throgh the wash soon." she said and walked out just before your mom entered. she tossed you into the dirty clothes.

After an interesting journey through the washing machine, you are finally back in the clutches of your mother. Though missing from the house for about a week now, your sister has devised a plan to fool your mother and all others; she has called the school pretending to be your mother, stating that you were sick, and she has called your mother pretending to be your school, stating that you were on an out of country educational field trip. You have spent the past week tucked away in the drawer of your mother, waiting for the inevitability of your use to be fulfilled. Unknowing of your predicament, she slips you on as if any other piece of lingerie. You are pressed between her cold cheeks and nestled firmly into her musty crevice. She had just taken a shower. At least it doesn't smell too bad, you think to yourself. Unfortunately, for you, today she's going jogging. As her asscheeks sway back and forth, pressing you further and further into her crack, applying more and more friction as you get deeper, you feel the warmth emanating from her hole. As the door opens, you expect to finally be at rest under her rump as she gets into the car, however, after a few minutes of walking you realize you're out of luck. Her pace suddenly picks up, and the swaying of her asscheeks changes to a grinding motion, and you are soon soaked with her ass sweat, being ground between the two smelly lumps of flesh. Suddenly she releases a burst of small farts, adding disgust to humiliation. Her fingers occasionally reach back and stretch you out to relieve her wedgie, but that is only to snap you back into the confines of her ass and begin the grinding process over again. Finally, after roughly an hour of the torture, she arrives at home. Your sister walks up to her with a grin. She knows. "Hey mom, can you make me lunch," she calmly asks with devilish intent. "Sorry honey, I have to take a shower." "But mom, I'm REAAAALLY hungry." She states. Please don't give in, you think, please just take me off and away from this torture. "Alright honey, I guess I'll make you a sandwich first." You feel your nonexistant heart sink, and at that moment the smell is amplified as your mother lets out another quick fart. She begins cooking with you pasted to her ass by her cold, drying sweat. You can only imagine how long it will be until you're freed from this foul place. Suddenly, you hear a rumble in her stomach. She rushes to the bathroom and pulls you down, and for a brief moment, you thank god to be freed. Your enjoyment, however, is short lived as you hear her grunts and moans and the splash of toilet water. After a few minutes, she stands up, and as she reaches for the toilet paper, she sees there is none left. "Gonna change these later so I guess it doesn't matter." "You've gotta be kidding me mom," you think to yourself as you are hiked up slowly towards her filthy hole. It is as if time moves in slow motion, and slowly but surely your face is pressed directly into her musky filthy hole. The smell of her sweat and shit is mixed into your nostrils, and you just want this hell to end. After your mother is finished with lunch, she walks upstairs with you. Finally, it's time to be taken off.

Your mom walks into her room and begins to undress, removing her running shorts, top, and sports bra. She walks into the bathroom in just her panties as she goes to start the water for the shower. As she goes to turn on the water, she realizes that she was supposed to pick up some shampoo and conditioner earlier. Rather than turn the water on, she puts her clothes back on, gets in her car, and begins driving to the supermarket. Just as you think this hell is going to come to an end for the day, you feel your mom putting her clothes back on. You can't figure out for the life of you whats going on. All you know is that the torture is not over yet. You hear your mom walk outside, the car door open, and then feel the weight of her body pressing down on top of you as your face is buried further in her ass. She drives for about 10 minutes before she gets out of the car. Your mom walks into the supermarket to get the shampoo and conditioner and decides she might as well do the rest of the grocery shopping for the week. She walks around for about an hour, with your face swaying back and forth with her butt checks. She walks up and down each isle and spends some time talking to people before heading to the counter, paying for the groceries, and leaving the store. Once she gets home, she brings the groceries into the house, puts everything away, and heads upstairs for her shower. Your mom begins to undress again, this time removing you as well. She peels you away from her ass, slips both legs out, and casually tosses you in the hamper with the other dirty clothes. The stench in the hamper is horrible, but you cant help but feel extremely relieved that you no longer have your face buried in your mom's ass. While your mom is in the shower, you hear someone else come in the room. The hamper lid is open and you see your sisters face. She picks you up with one hand, covering her nostrils with the other. You are so angry with her and are hoping she will turn you back now. Your sister calmly says "I hope you have enjoyed your time and experiences as a pair of panties. I have been giving it some thought and I don't think its fair to leave you as panties any longer." You breathe a sigh of relief as she states these words. The relief is short-lived though as she continues to speak. "With that said, I am not ready to change you back." Your heart sinks with these words. With that, she brings the dirty clothes down to the laundry room, and you begin to go through the washer and dryer cycle again. Your sister takes you from the dryer and...

...places you back in your mom's underwear drawer. Time goes by as your mom pulls out panties to wear that aren't you. You can't decide what's worse, the excruciating boredom of sitting in total darkness doing nothing, or having your face plastered to your mom's ass all day. About a week goes by before your mom finally takes you out and slips you on again. You're relieved just to be be out of the drawer. You watch as she puts on some business like pants, plunging you into darkness yet again. After getting dressed she sits on her stool, and spends about 20 minutes doing what you assume is her makeup. Of course, your face is pressed into her ass whenever she sits, so you wish she'd just be done with it. After taking care of a few more hygienic needs, she leaves for the day, and gets in her car. As shes driving to work she suddenly gasses into you. "Damn...guess I shouldn't of had those beans." She says as she squirms in her seat. You want to die. She farts in your face quite a few more times before arriving at her workplace. She works a desk job, so she just sits in her chair typing on her computer, and taking a few phone calls every now and then. Once during the day she says "Excuse me.", then stands from her desk and starts walking somewhere. You hear a door open then close, and can tell from the sounds around you that she's in a bathroom. She enters a stall and pulls down her pants, then you. She plops her ass down on the toilet, and starts to take a shit, as you hear her say "Ahhhh...". You feel disturbed being so close to your mom while she's doing such an intimate thing. She finally wipes loosely, flushes, then pulls you and her pants up again. To your dread, you notice that she barely wiped at all. You would scream if you could, but being that you're just a pair of panties, there's nothing you can do but sit there and smell your mom's shitty asshole all day. After what feels like an eternity, 5:30 rolls around, and she drives home. Once she gets home she gets undressed, and tosses you into the dirty clothes hamper yet again. The smell of sweaty used socks, and worn jogging gear is repulsive, but it's an improvement over an asshole. Time passes and eventually you go through the washing process again. Your sister removes you from the dryer, and ask "How're you holding up?" with a giggle. You hate her so much. What did you do to deserve this? "Look, I still feel the same way. It is a bit unfair to just leave you as a pair of panties forever. So I'm going to give you a choice." You perk up. Maybe your sister isn't completely evil after all. "You can choose to remain as mom's panties, or I can transform you into the main family trash can." Nevermind. She is. "I warn you, it won't be like last time. I won't check up on you for a long while this time. I'm going to cast a spell that let's you speak, but only long enough to tell me your choice. Since I'm a kind person, I'll give you 5 minutes to think on it." She says as she puts you on the floor and walks away giggling. After about 5 minutes she returns. "I hope you've made a decision. I'm casting the spell now." She cast the spell on you, and you say....

having considered your options and knowing all the rubbish that goes into the family trash can and knowing it was almost always full of disgusting rubbish and awful smells you finally say to your sister "just leave me as i am it can't be any worse than being the trash can" you saw her grin as she had obviously wanted you to make this choice. She then answered you simply "fine" then whispered some words and you then found your voice had gone again but you then heard your sister speak again "but since i'm so nice i will let you have a different view of being panties" and with that she again whispered some words and to your horror you discovered your face was now at the front of your moms panties so your face would be pushed right up against her most intimate areas, you felt disgusted at the thought. You then hear your little sister laughing as she picks you up and places you into your moms pile then walk away Not long after that your mother walked in and picked up the entire pile of clothes with you on it and carried it all upstairs and began to place it away and putting you in the dark drawer until you would be needed again. It seemed like forever as you waited in the darkness only seeing light when your mother picked another pair of panties which wasn't you. Then one day you were picked up and taken out of the drawer by your mother. She then proceeded to place one leg inside then the other and then pulled you right up to her. You felt yourself pushed right up against her wishing there was something you could do but couldn't. You then felt your mother begin to move. Later that day you hear her complaining but you couldn't pick up on what it was then

Your mother rushes up the stairs to the toilet, she feels like her bladder is about to explode. She finally reaches the bathroom door and bursts in. But to her shock and despair, the toilet is broken, overflowing with water which pours onto the bathroom floor. “Oh God” your mother exclaims. She cups her crotch with hands, pushing you further into her vagina “I can’t hold it in much longer!” You dread what will happen next. You pray for something to happen that will stop it, but it happens, your mom can’t keep it in. You feel a gush of steamy urine wash over your whole form, drowning you in your own mother’s hot piss. With no mouth you can’t scream, so you’re forced to take it. The smell is unbearable and you feel yourself actually start absorbing it into your material. Your mother walks to her room, ashamed of herself. She takes you off and tosses your damp form into her dresser. “Jesus” she says to herself “I can’t believe that happened. But at least no one was around to see it”. You lay there, disgusted by what just happened. Eventually you hear someone enter the room and see your sister peer into the hamper. She picks you up and holds you in front of her “Eww. Did she pee on you? Oh my god!” she giggles at your embarrassment. “So I suppose you want to be changed back do you?” “Yes! Please” You cry to her. Nothing comes out, but she still manages to understand what you’re thinking. She rubs her chin in an overdramatic gesture “Weeeeell...maybe” 

You are hopeful that your sister will finally have some mercy on you. After all, how cruel can someone be? You imagine it has now been over a month as your mother's panties and you are pleading with your sister to change you back. As your sister is holding you, she says "I can hear your thoughts and I know you want me to change you back. And since I am a great sister, I will give you what you want." She then looks at you with an evil grin and whispers some words. You're whole world goes dark for a moment and then you regain your site. You are still unable to move or talk and you can feel yourself still being held by your sister; however, your view has changed. As you took in your surroundings, you realized the cruel game your sister played. You wanted to be turned back, but back to your human form, not back to your previous pantie form. Your sister looks as you with a pleased look on her face and says "That should do it. Right back where you belong. You didn't think I would deprive you of the view, smell, and taste of mom's ass forever, did you? You better start getting used to your current form, because I won't be changing you for a long time now. I had my friend call mom two weeks ago pretending to be the school and told her that you would continue be out of the country for the next year on a prestigious educational trip. I then wrote a fake letter pretending to be you and gave it to her last week. And finally, I had my friend Jason call up on a prepaid phone pretending to be you. Of course you couldn't talk long and had a cold so your voice was naturally a little distorted, but mom bought it. And since you said you wouldn't be able to call again for the next six months, she will only be expecting letters, which I can take care of myself." With that she dropped back into the clothes basket, and brought you over to the washer where you began the now all too familiar journey. Later that day, you finished the drying cycle and were taken out of the dryer with the other clothes by your mother and put away. Days seemed to pass and time went by very dully. You watched as one day after another she took other pairs of panties. You were bored out of your mind and was at the point where you were praying to be worn. One Friday morning, after what seemed like an eternity (but was only 3 days) you got your wish. She had just gotten out of the shower and was getting ready for work. She stepped one foot in and then the other. As you looked up and your mothers large, but firm and shapely ass, you were immediately regretting your wish to be worn. The last place you wanted to be was with your face buried in your mother's ass. But the inevitable happened and you were pulled up to your ultimate destination. She proceeded to finish getting ready and then left for work. It was not bad so far as her ass smelled pretty clean. As her drive to work continued, she shifted a couple times in her sit, which just wedged you up her ass. She eventually got to work and walked into the building. By this point you have become accustomed to your current state as her panties, particularly with a constant view and touch of her ass. She pulled out her wedgie, offering you some relief and your face rested nicely against her fleshy derrière. Your mother's ass was very soft, but had some muscle beneath. As she walked in to work, her hips and butt swayed back and forth rhythmically as you rubbed against it. She arrived at her desk and began her work, with the rest of the day pretty monotonous. Later that day, she went out with some co-workers to a bar after work. Your mother had some dinner and began to consume one drink after another. She began to get cozy with one of the co-workers and they both left to go dancing. They danced for hours, working up a good sweat. After a night of dancing, grinding and sweating in the club, the night ended and, thankfully, she went home by herself. At about 2am, she got undressed, changed her panties, and went to bed. The next morning came by pretty quickly and you were still in horror about the night before. Never before had you been worn as long as that. The crotch area of the panties was streaked with crusted pussy juice and sweat and the ass area (i.e., your face) had a strong, musky scent, with a minor shit stain right in the center where your nose is. All you could think to yourself is if this will ever end or if this is what your life has come to...

You've been stuck as your Mom's panties for over 6 months now. She recently got a new boyfriend, and you've been a firsthand witness to their sex affairs more than once. Figuring there's nothing you can do, you've resigned yourself to this fate of sweat, grime, shit, and boredom. Your Mom is going to the gym today, and she happened to choose you to wear. You're happy just to escape the torturous boredom of the dresser drawer. She opted to jog there for the extra exercise. Your face slowly wedges up her ass, and stays there until she feels like pulling it out. Of course, it just gets wedged again a short while after she does. Eventually she arrives at the gym. She begins her routine by getting on a treadmill and setting it to a decently fast setting. After running for a bit your face gets wedged up her ass again. She doesn't even bother pulling you out this time. She runs for about 15 minutes, which serves to cake your face in even more of your Mom's sweat. After being her panties for 6 months, you've grown used to the sensation of your Mom's sweat covering your face. She then heads to the bench and lays down, your face still stuck in a wedgie up her ass. She bench presses for about 5 minutes when suddenly you hear a loud "PFTHTHBTHBHHBTHBTH" and feel something wet and sticky all over your face; it smells awful too. It takes you a few moments to realize that your Mother just took a sloppy wet shit. . . all over. . . your face. "Fuck!" you hear her curse under your breath, as she quickly scurries off to the bathroom. As she's headed there you hear another "PPPHHHFFTHBTHHHBTHH" as her asshole splatters your face with a fresh wave of your Mom's sloppy shit. Though you've grown used to most of the disgusting consequences of being panties, this goes far beyond anything you can cope with. You would kill to be anywhere in the world other than where you are right now. No existence is more miserable then you. She finally arrives at the bathroom and rushes into a stall. She quickly pulls you down her legs, and tosses you onto the filthy bathroom floor. She slams her ass onto the toilet, and accompanied by horrible sounds of "PPGGHTFTHGHHFTH" her asshole explodes into the toilet bowl. You wish you could do something, anything, to escape this horrible situation, but being that you're just a pair of panties, you can do nothing but sit there on a filthy gym bathroom floor and listen to your Mom take a dump, smothered in her wet shit, She shits for about 10 minutes before she finally finishes and wipes. "I knew I shouldn't have tried coming here while I had diarrhea.. . " she mutters. "This so embarrassing. . . No one can find out about this. I have to get rid of these panties." Oh shit! She picks you up and. . .

She sneakily takes you under the bleachers (they're wooden, indoor bleachers) and plasters you to the bottom of one of them, hidden away in corner. "Great. No one should find them there." she says. She then quickly runs off. Well, shit. You try your best to struggle, and escape somehow, but of course you're stuck. You stay there for weeks, months, years, decades, filled to the brim with your Mom's diarrhea, nothing but the noises of people exercising and your own thoughts to keep you company. Every once in awhile a bug will crawl over you, but that's the most excitement you ever get.

one day your sister finds you and brings you back home. she casts a spell on you so you absorb the shit. she thenTurns you into a diaper. "Well Dan it has been a few years. Let me tell you: I made a clone of you that had your DNA and everything and you lived on for another three years. then you got a girl pregnant, yeah i made him actually attractive to a girl, and then had your clone die and so did the mother during childbirth so i raised "your" son and my nephew as my own and i didnt lose my powers since it didnt come from me. mom never got over losing you and dad eventually left her but he stayed in his grandsons life. well anyway eventually my nephew grew up and he got a girl pregnant but she left him to raise the daughter alone she is now ten years old. But i have been helping my grand-niece with anything a mother would help her daughter with. anyway mom has not been so good and age has gotten to her along with her broken mentality since you died so she needs to wear diapers now. guess where you're going?" with that your sister takes you to your mom you can see that youre sister has aged with grey hair and a few wrinkles she looks 50 something she is a grandmother/grandaunt after all. youre sad that you never got to raise your son and he was probably dominated by your sister. and with that you are now a diaper on your mom

Eight years have passed and your grand-daughter is now eighteen and like your sister has been saying to you she is about to become a witch. For eight years you have been her pair of pink granny panties she has been wearing. She does go on dates with young men on her times when she can, and makes herself look younger but usually she just makes herself a grandmother due to needing to keep appearances around her granddaughter/niece and son/nephew. your mom died a month after she wore you as a diaper for the first time and you were broken-hearted and relieved at the same time. You were close with your mom since your dad always doted on Kat but she was wearing you and thought you had been dead for decades. Your sister didnt even wear you to the funeral so you could not even be there to say good-bye and when she got back she also said that she would never even visit the grave while wearing you and this hurt you even more but you are glad that at least you arent a diaper anymore and that your sister never wears you on a date and the worst you have is her farting since she doesn't have her period now. "Guess what little brother? It is my grand-daughters birthday! She turns eighteen and i am going to tell her about you" She giggles and walks away while wearing you. Later your granddaughter arrives, "Missy!" your sister says that is the grand-daughters name. "Hi grandma" she says "so you had something you wanted to tell me" "Why yes", Kat begins, "first off I must swear you to secrecy never tell anyone, ok i am not really your grandma, i am your dad is really my nephew so i am your grand aunt" Missy has a look of shock on her face "you see i am a witch" just then you feel Kat de aging till she is how she looked when she was eighteen. "Woah then what happened to my dad's real dad?" your sister then whispers "I am wearing him" she then goes on to explain how she turned you into her panties at age 16 and whats been happening all these years. "So", she takes off her pants and shows you to her then she does something that turns you into a lacy pair of bikini panties, "how about we celebrate we can pretend im eighteen also now that i no longer need to keep my adventures a secret to you . "Sounds fun", Missy says, "maybe then you can teach me how to turn people into my panties"

They both go to a bar since the legal drinking age is now 18 and they start hitting on guys and dancing. Eventually they both get one guy to take back to your sister's place with the promise of a three-way (they act like they aren't related). When they get there you feel your sister take off her pants but not you. She takes Missy with her to have a little talk and tell the guy they will be back. "Ok", Kat says, "Your first try at being a witch a paralysis spell but keep the face unfrozen i want to see his look of surprise". "Ok", Missy says. They then go back out there and then Missy stins him. "Guess what" you suddenly feel yourself turning into a larger pair of underwear as well as your sister aging, "I am a witch and this is my grand-daughter who is becoming a witch today. She is now going to turn you into a pair of panties". You see the shocked expression on the mans face as he is then a pair of panties. He is black with a lace trim and pink bow. Missy then puts them on, "Very good" says Kat, "how long should i keep him like this?" "Forever if you want, i havent changed my brother back in decades". "What about people missing him?" "oh how will they prove anything" they both laugh.

They both go to sleep and then wake up and then they got to see Missy's dad. "Grandma," Missy asks, "does daddy know that you are a witch?" Kat laughs, "what do you think his punishments were? When he was a young boy he first found out when he angered me and then i turned him into my panties. He then learned about how women are different when i put him on. He tried to tell others but no one believed him they thought he was making it up. His only friends were girls but thats fine i wanted him to be around women all the time. When he got older and took more of an interest in women and tried to look up his friend's skirt i told her to leave him to me and i told her about my powers and said if he does it again he will be my panties for a few days. Eventually he met the wrong woman but i blame myself because i was too hard on him but you came of it. So i bet he will be surprised that you are now a witch.