Pennys outfit continues to shrink

Penny suddenly felt an unmistakable and utterly unwelcome sensation. There was a sudden decrease in the pressure of her new mini skirt around her waist and she heard the sound of the zipper being savagely **** down by the pressure. "Shit!" she cried out as she whirled to cover the gaping skirt on her behind, revealing her lacy panties covering her tight butt. She whirled trying to conceal her show from the crowd and then the next moment . New sounds began reaching her ears. The soft tearing sounds of fabric giving way. Things were getting out of hand fast. Long tears opened down the sides of her skirt at the stitching and in a moment it fell to her feet in a small puddle of black exposing her underwear.

Penny was mortified. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life. She reached down to grab the remains of her skirt, and as she bent she heard a less soft sound. With a loud Rrrrrrip the blouse that was now too many sizes small for her nice bosom tore all the way down the back. She looked up to see the crowd, and if she didn't know better (which she didn't) it was getting bigger by the minute, as though the news of her predicament was spreading through the building like wildfire. She pulled the tatters of her skirt up and tried rather absurdly to cover herself, now standing before a crowd of 45 people or so in pair of lacy underwear.

She looked around desperately for some place to hide, to regain some bit of modesty. But there was nothing, the room was almost empty, as if someone had recently moved everything out of her, but that was crazy? She heard what was now a hated voice.

"Nice lingerie. You have good taste. I like lacy little underthings like that. Hmmmm, I wonder what they're made of. . . ."

A new fear entered her mind at this suggestion. Standing in front of all these people in her skimpiest lingerie was altogether bad enough, and she had one clasped over her bra and the other placed between her legs.

"It's. . .silk" Penny murmured, her voice trembling on the verge of tears.

"Hmmm. Maybe," one of the scientists replied, "I don't know that much about ladies' underthings, but my guess is that a lot of them are made from synthetics. . . ." She glared at him. Damn it to hell, why had she had to insist on being so sexy this morning! Why couldn't this have been a run of the mill all- cotton undie day?? She had to get out of here, she didn't want to be trapped inside this room completely naked!

"Amy, you've GOT to get me out of here, NOW!" Penny pleaded to her friend.