your mom asks you some questions

The car ride is silent as you and your mom drive home. You text your girlfriend about your day, and when you finally look up from your phone you notice that you don't recognize where you are. "Uhhh, mom?" your mother says nothing as she turns to the right, going onto a dirt trail, and stopping in a field.

"Alright, we're alone now," your mother said before turning towards you with a serious look on her face. "Now hand them over!"

"hand what over?" you asked your mom, pretending not to know what she was obviously referring to.

"The panties Damien!" your mom said more urgently.

“W-What are you-?!”

“Damien, I don’t care why you took them! You just hand them over!” Your mother said with a serious tone. You decided it was best not to delay things any further and started removing your pants. You put your thumbs between the waistband and pulled down, but felt your skin getting pulled on. The latex must have gotten stuck to your skin over time. You pulled down again and all you felt was pain. “Oh no…” your mom said, “I’m too late.”

“Too late? For what?”

Your mom sighed and looked towards you. “Damien, those panties you're wearing aren’t panties. They’re an experimental product from Bimb-Tech.”

“What do they do?” you asked nervously. What the hell was going on?!

“They’re…”