A Visit to the Mexican Restaurant

I could feel her slightly dripping pussy and pubic hair brushing against my front, while her ample rear was stretching me out in the back. All the while, the foul scent of her pussy and ass filled my non-existent nose and the taste of both were even worse.

“There we go. A nice snug fit. So, how do you like being my new panties? Now you get to be holding in this fat ass you’ve been lusting over. Oh right, panties don’t talk, guess you’ll just get to suffer in silence for now.” Mom said as she grabbed her jeans off the floor and pulled them up, squeezing me into her body even more as my vision went dark as the denim obscured my sight.

I could then feel her walking, each step making me jiggle slightly as I had to contain her butt.

“Mom! Please! It stinks in here!” I screamed in my mind, the putrid stench overwhelming me.

I then felt all of my new fabric form jiggling as she walked down the stairs before I heard her grabbing a set of keys and her purse. She was getting ready to leave?! And with me on?!

“I know what you’re thinking honey, ‘No, don’t leave while wearing me!’ But you have to get the full panty experience.” I heard her muffled voice say as she walked out to the car and climbed in sitting down, pressing her ass against me even more, my form vibrating slightly as the engine started.

*****

After about an hour, the car stopped and I heard her say, “You wanna know where I am don’t you? Well, this here is my favorite restaurant, and you know what that means.”

Oh no, this was her favorite Mexican place. And after eating here, her stomach became toxic, and her farts even more so.

The entire time she ate, I could feel my terror increasing as I knew my fate was going to be, well, pretty shitty.

After eating, I heard her stand up and heard her whisper, “Hope you’re ready for your real punishment to begin.”

And as she walked to the bathroom, her first major part of my punishment started.

PFFFTBLBLBP

She released the meanest fart I had ever heard, smelled, and tasted. If I was still human, I would have vomited.

I then heard another door open and a stall door shut before her belt was undone and she pulled me and her jeans down.

“Thank goodness! I can finally breathe!” I thought as I inhaled the less toxic air of the women’s restroom.

After a few minutes, I heard Mom stand back up and start pulling me up again, only for me to realize she hadn’t wiped. As she pressed me against her intimate parts, I could now taste her salty piss and remnants of shit.

“That felt good. Now let’s go home, my panties. After all, now you’ll need a wash for sure.”

That didn’t sound good, but what could I do? I was a pair of panties that couldn’t even speak. My only hope is that there was some hidden rule in the device that would benefit me.