Marigold watched her new invention rumble softly. It was large and boxy with a round hatch on the front. A dial next to it controlled the machine. She was standing in the workshop with only the top part of her outfit on. Over the years, her rear had only gotten fatter and softer from far too many nights spent hunched over blueprints and textbooks instead of getting regular exercise. Her weight wasn’t the only thing that changed. Streaks of grey ran across her hair, and crow's feet were starting to form around her eyes.
A ding came from the machine, signaling it was finished. She smiled and opened the hatch, unleashing a burst of hot air from inside. Inside was only one item, her lucky pair of panties. She was a woman of science, and she was loath to admit the existence of magic, but whenever an important meeting or presentation came up, she made sure to wear them. It wasn’t particularly difficult since she wore them most of the time anyway.
She reached inside, careful not to touch the edges of the hot chamber. She retrieved the garment. They were warm and toasty. The new machine was actually the second part of a new washing process. The first part washed clothing by tumbling them over and over again with water and soap. The second machine dried with a heated spinning chamber.
She smiled as she unfolded them. Her panties face looked back at her with the same shocked look that was frozen on his face all those years ago. She’d long forgotten his name, but she wasn’t too bothered by it. His colors and the finer details on his face had faded slightly over the years, but she didn’t mind. He only got more comfortable as she broke him in. By this point, the panties embrace almost felt like a hug. She liked to think that he had grown to accept his place as an object, but the rational part of her mind knew that was unlikely. She lowered the pair and began the process of pulling them on. She frowned as the pair refused to rise halfway up her thighs. Had they shrunk while being washed?
It didn’t matter. They wouldn’t rip. Probably.
She pulled harder. Slowly, they began to slide over her thick thigh and past her hips. With one last effort, she **** him on. He wasn’t quite small enough to be stretched into a thing, but he was close. Only the sides of his face, including his pained eyes, poked out from her carnivorous crack. Elizabeth purred, enjoying the warmth of her panties. They had shrunken a little, but that was just the price of science. And if the worst came to pass, she was sure she could find some way of restoring her favorite pair of panties
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