I'll Always Have Your Backside

“Eureka!” Elizabeth said happily as she snapped her fingers. Her worry and nervousness were replaced by excitement and eagerness.

The mouse quickly rolled Ronnie up like a piece of paper. She moved as quickly as she could on stilts back to the factory floor. Ronnie had a distorted view in his rolled up form. She marched past several pieces of machinery until she reached a large, clunky piece of machinery. It towered over most of the other machines. Ronnie couldn’t even begin to guess its purpose. But then he saw a familiar piece that Elizabeth was walking to. It was the same machine that had squashed him flat! Now it was on it’s side instead and feeding into the rest of the machine.

“I’ve been working on this beauty since you were… squashed. You already have first hand experience with the first part. I think I remember telling you it was for processing cotton on an industrial scale. The rest of the machine actually makes the clothing. Now, you may be wondering I’m taking you to this one.”

Ronnie had a sneaking suspension, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself.

A slight blush appeared on her face. “Well, it’s a bit hard to tell with my dress, but I gained a bit of weight lately. And, well, I just finished this machine… and you are the closest thing I have to fabric I have… Well, I just want to say thank you in advance for helping me out. And you’ll have the best view around.”

With that, she carefully placed him onto the pressing chamber that first squashed him. His frozen face stared up in horror at the heavy metal plate hanging above him. Any second now, it would crush him again. Meanwhile, Elizabeth cheerily whistled as she fiddled with some dials and buttons nearby. Once she imputed the desired measurements, she pressed a large red button. The machine rumbled as it stirred to life like a terrible beast. And Ronnie was right inside it’s maw.

The steel plates slammed together with a booming crash. His only saving grace was the fact that he was already flattened. Being crushed again didn’t change his situation much, aside from being **** to experience the mind-boggling amount of pressure again. The plates withdrew. Ronnie was still on the bottom plate, slightly wider than before. The plate tilted, feeding him deeper into the machine’s innards via a converter belt. The last thing he saw before his vision was drowned out by darkness was Elizabeth waving goodbye to him.

Ronnie couldn’t see a thing, but he could definitely feel what was happening to him. He felt metal arms grab onto several different parts of him. He didn’t have a chance to prepare himself before they all pulled him in different directions. His mind reeled as his body was treated like a piece of fabric. After several twists and folds, he felt a sharp pain stab into his body. He felt something strong and thin being woven into his body. The pain only got worse as the piercing pain went across his body. The entire process didn’t take much time. He was rolled out of the machine where Elizabeth was waiting in under a minute. She looked down at him with a smile.

“My machine turned out better than expected, she said excitedly. “You look amazing! I can’t wait to try you out.”

Elizabeth quickly picked him up and returned to her office. There was a tall standing mirror in the corner of the room. She brought him out and pointed him towards it. Finally, he could see his new body, and what he saw made him sick to his stomach.

His body had been stretched and molded into a pair of panties. His silver and black fur made an eye-catching pattern. He could see thread woven into his seems, reinforcing his new form. It was something he would need if there was any chance of him being able to handle Elizabeth's hefty booty without ripping. And worse of all, his face was frozen across the back of the panties.

“Now, let’s get you on,” she said as cheerily.

Elizabeth removed the bottom of her dress and neatly folded the fabric. Once again, he saw her soft and bouncy butt. It was already big, but with his new perspective, it made him feel like an ant. She climbed down from her stilts, letting them fall to the ground Even the slightest movements made her cheeks ripple. He would be shaking like a leaf if he was able to. She put the fabric aside and turned her attention back to Ronnie. She blushed again.

“I’ll just fold you up until I’m ready to wear you,” she said as she folded his pantiafied form in on itself.

Ronnie’s vision was blocked by his own body. He could hear the sound of rustling cloth and feel subtle vibrations as she shuffled around. He silently hoped and prayed for anything to save him, but it was far too late for that. He felt soft delicate hands pick him up. He looked up to see the full moon. He mentally screamed as he was pulled up. He felt his waistband strain as he rose higher and higher. But then he stopped. It felt like he was about to rip in half as he was stuck around halfway up her thighs.

“Come on! You just need to stretch a little more!”

Elizabeth tugged on him even harder. With one final effort, he was sling-shotted right to her butt, hitting it with a loud slap. She yelped and nearly jumped up. She rubbed her rear through his panty form.

“Now that wasn’t necessary at all,” she grumbled.

As she rubbed her rear, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She had managed to stretch Ronnie completely over her rear. His face was still fully visible and distorted comically across her wide rear. His eyes were wide open, one on each cheek. His lips were **** into a grimace. But Elizabeth wasn’t concerned over his well being. She was too busy admiring how her new panties hugged her booty. She struck a pose by popping her hips to her side and placing a hand on them.

Ronnie looked back at his new form in horror. To think, after so many years of thieving and evading the law, his end came in the form of a pair of panties. A too small pair at that. He could feel the threading of his body pulled taut. The strain made it difficult to think about anything else. His only relief was that it didn’t smell too bad. It mostly smelled like flowery soap, but there was a tinge of a musty earthy tone to it.

“I think I might have put in the wrong measurements in the machine, but I’m sure you’ll stretch after a while. Besides, you do like quite fetching on me. Maybe you should be thanking me for finding your true calling,” she said with a smile. “It’s almost a shame you’ll hardly see the light of day anymore. I won’t be talking to you much anymore. After all, it would be strange if I was always talking to my panties. But I do promise to take good care of you. After all, you’re the most comfortable pair I own.”

Elizabeth bent down to pick up the rest of her dress. Ronnie stretched even further, nearly bursting at the seams, but he held together. She began wrapping her dress around her waist. Ronnie had one last look at the outside world before he was sealed away by the dress. This was it. This was the end. He only hoped it wouldn’t be too long before he saw the outside world again.