Chapter 1: Sister Changes His Answers

After working tirelessly for a month, you had finally managed to gather up the funding to fulfill your fantasies of being transformed into girl's clothes, and more specifically, pantyhose. Although it was a very expensive procedure, it was possible to turn people into the objects they desired, while fully keeping their consciousness intact. When it first went public, you were much too scared of getting stuck as an inanimate object. But thanks to many improvements in the tech over the years, you finally felt it was worth giving it a shot. You could choose to be mailed to someone you know for them to use you, but much more alluring for you was that they had professionals to use you as long as you wanted without anyone needing to know your identity. Beyond that, you could pick and choose from dozens of choices when you turned into an object: whether your senses of taste and smell remained functional, whether you felt any pain, how much pleasure you experienced, and even how long you stayed as an object were all customizable!

Unable to contain your excitement, you filled out the necessary consent forms online and rushed to their labs for transformation without telling a soul. All you asked was that your older sister Rio let your mom know at some point that you had decided to leave for college early, so she wouldn't be seeing you for quite a while. You were going to be pantyhose for an entire month, and nobody needed to know you were off fulfilling your fetishes during that time. As you rushed outside thinking you had nothing to worry about, however, you forgot to shut your computer down, putting it in sleep mode out of habit. It didn't take too long before your curious sister wandered into your room looking for you though, and soon enough she got her hands on it and logged back into your laptop. Unaware of the fact that what she immediately found wasn't just a random test site, she eagerly began messing with your settings.

"What's this now? One of those little personality tests? I didn't know he was into these but let's see what he's written. 'What do you want to be transformed as?' And he answered it with...pantyhose!? God, who knew my little bro was such a pervert! And it looks like the rest of these questions are about the experience itself. Wow, it seems like he really wrote up his perfect fantasy here... What a pervy online quiz, jeez~" Feeling a surge of motivation welling up from inside her, your sister was suddenly determined to sit down and keep reading, to get to the bottom of this. She looked down at the pantyhose she was currently wearing, smirking as she imagined you developing such a kink because of her pantyhose specifically.

"Well, it's up to me as his sister to ruin his answers now- I won't let the world be exposed to his sick little fantasies! Even if it's only gonna go into some online database..." Peering back towards the screen, Rio scrolled further down the page to see how many questions there were, then went back up to the "sensory" section.

"Hmm, he wanted to be aroused as much as possible while avoiding all the terrible, nasty stuff he could encounter as pantyhose. Well that's not so realistic, now is it? No taste or even smell for that matter. Huh, now what kind of experience would that be with half your senses down the drain? If he really wanted to be pantyhose, he should expect everything that goes along with it! You know what would really teach him is if we doubled the strength of his senses! Double the smell and double the taste! God, that's so awful! Ah, it added a tongue setting when I turned his taste back on; I'll just leave that as is."

Despite speaking on how torturous the experience would be, it was still making your sister crack up, on the verge of tears as she imagined such an awful fate. 'I mean really, a person turning into clothing? How ridiculous!' she thought, wiping a tear of laughter away before resuming her reading, moving onto the "arousal" section. Her eyes went wide when she saw what you had chosen as 'good' settings.

"With the sensitivity turned up to maximum like that, wouldn't he just be completely paralyzed by the stimulation? I mean, every step his wearer took would cause him to orgasm, right? Whatever that would look like for a pantyhose. As funny as that is, I wouldn't want him to suffer, so I'll just turn the sensitivity down a bit. Oh, wait, I can just turn off orgasms. That way, he'd just be constantly edged and never able to release! Imagine how sexually frustrated that would make him!" Your sister laughed as she moved on, ignoring the blatant contradiction she had just made in regards to making you "suffer", as she came to the end of the scroll sidebar for the so-called "quiz".

"He also chose to pass on the pain of being sat on, stepped on, stretching too much, or any feelings of suffocation inside a shoe or pants. Hmph, aren't those kinda essential parts of being pantyhose though? They've got to go on as well. Looks like there's also a masochism option here, I guess to show others that you like the pain. Why not check it? I know he likes it when I tease him... Oh? And there's a ton more options here that I didn't see! For...features?" Truthfully, she wasn't sure if you had specifically avoided this section or just missed it accidentally, regardless your sister raised her eyebrows in intrigue at the lack of filled out boxes.

"Let's see...looks like he didn't check any of these options! Now why wouldn't he want to be the best little pantyhose money could buy? Ultra-comfort, extra stretchiness, lifetime durability, odor filtration, even sweat absorption! Hmmm, I don't see any reason why you wouldn't just check all these boxes. He's either stupid, or he's not thinking about his owner at all! If I was lucky enough to get my hands on unbreakable pantyhose with this many benefits, I'd never take them off~!"

Biting her lip, getting lost in some kind of fantasy of her own, your sister couldn't help but imagine how fantastic that would be. Her butt was quite large, and with that came the unfortunate truth that it sweat...a lot, even more so when she wore leggings or pantyhose. If only this gross little quiz were for a real set, she'd pay anything for it! Especially if it really could absorb all her odor and sweat, and was super comfy. Her regular pantyhose quickly became crusty or itchy with use, and she was constantly replacing her old pairs. Having just one permanent addition to her rotation could be a huge help. She wondered if such a material really existed: stretchy, yet durable, comfy and soft, AND naturally odor and moisture resistant? 'Yeah right. Talk about a miracle thread', she lamented.

"The last question is the duration you'd want to become clothes. He answered...just a month. I guess he imagined this as a short and fun affair, like some kind of vacation? Well, sorry little bro. If you truly wanted to become pantyhose, you should fully devote the rest of your life to being one! I don't think you could go back after living out your fantasy! Life as a normal human would just feel so dull after that. Well, with how I changed his answers, maybe going back would be a sweet release from the torment of nonstop smells and movement!"

Your sister stopped and chuckled for a moment, before considering the other side of her ideology:

"At the same time, I also doubt you could ever be normal again after such awful torture. You'd be better off accepting your position as an object. I think the only reasonable answer to this question must be permanent transformation!"

Smiling to herself at such great work, Rio yawned and cracked her knuckles in front of herself. "Heehee~, well, I hope whoever reads these new and improved answers finds them as hilarious as I do! Of course, it would be terrible if someone actually had to live like this, but it's just some perverted online quiz, so at least nobody's hurt~!" Then, Rio's eyes spotted one last text box at the very bottom of the form that she had almost missed as she went to press "save & submit":

"Hmm, wait a sec, what's this box at the bottom for? It wants an address... for delivery, I guess? Oh, maybe you get your item of choice as a complimentary gift for doing the survey!"

'Well it makes sense why he left that blank, I'd have loads of questions if I caught him with women's clothing! Hmmm, I guess I could take it though, I can always use more pairs of pantyhose…'

After filling out the form and saving her changed answers, Rio snooped around on your computer some more, then promptly forgot about her silly little prank and slept soundly that night.

Chapter 2: A Life-Changing Delivery

In which a dramatic misunderstanding, and failure to read the fine print, forever changes two people’s lives…

A long, drawn out purr emanated from below you, as it had been doing for the past few hours. You had to be getting close to your destination, it felt like it had been days since you'd left the lab. The experience you'd had at the transformation labs had been quick and easy; the facilities were clean, the employees professional, all that was left was for you to enjoy your time as a living pantyhose. You were practically shaking, if you had been able to, at the thought of the gorgeous woman who would be wearing you. You'd browsed their staff, and each of your potential wearers were total bombshells. Cute and perky booties adorned the whole selection, and with your selected settings in regards to your senses, you'd basically get a clean and clear joyride with your face right up there without any of the unnecessary gross parts of the experience, like the smells and tastes overpowering your enjoyment. You didn't want to wait another second, but unfortunately, waiting was what you were currently being made to do.

There was only one little thing that kept nagging at the back of your mind. Right after you'd transformed, the pretty lab-tech who had situated you through the process had towered over you, bending down and retrieving you from your spot on the floor. While part of you yearned for a girl like her to just slide you on right then and there, get a little jump-start on your one-month excursion, instead she folded you up and put you into a cushy box. Being shipped to a different facility for your experience didn't seem too out of the ordinary, but what was bothering you so much was what she had said as she sealed you away into darkness:

"Where was this one headed again?"

You knew she must just be talking about something totally different than what you had inferred, and yet it still was a creeping annoyance that seemed to return every few hours over the course of your long, long trip through what you presumed must be the postage system. Sure, you were pretty certain that the facility you picked had staff on-site for your use, but maybe they were all booked up and you needed to be sent to an alternative lab. You'd read up on this online, and while having your package lost or worse, stolen, was a real fear in your mind, you'd cast all those worries aside once you remembered the absolute state of bliss you'd be in wrapped around some babe's fine legs.

Your package seemed strangely insulated, which you supposed was a good thing for your protection. You were a living being after all. With that said, you felt a sudden jostling as your box was finally moved! After a bit, you thought you could hear a vaguely feminine voice outside.

"Hmmm~? Oh no, he's not here right now, but I could sign for it!" 

You couldn't exactly make out the words coming from the outside world, but the anticipation was absolutely killing you inside. You roughly impacted against something below you before hearing a tearing sound from above, immediately followed by the shuffling of the cardboard flaps being opened.

"Let's see what we've got here...such a fancy box! This had better not be another of those dirty little comic books or you'll be in big trouble!"

Finally you could start to make out the sounds of a distinct giggle, the angelic voice like a sweet nectar to your ears. Whoever this girl was, she sounded totally adorable! Your heartbeat, however it manifested in your pantyhose-body, was absolutely racing as you excitedly awaited seeing your owner for the next month. Light finally breached your packaging, absolutely blinding you, but you pressed on with an insatiable curiosity, your 'eyes' slowly adjusting before landing on the gorgeous, radiantly smiling face of...

Rio...? Your SISTER!!?

Instinctively, just seeing your sister didn't carry much of a reaction at all. It was just like any other time you'd come home and see her. But as her looming hands came down around you, each one taking a firm grip upon the sides of your new body, the strong waves of her body heat radiating from her palms into your delicate, rapidly unfolding fabric, did realization of your situation begin to kick in. You felt an impending sense of dread like no other, like a rock had fallen through your stomach, and it only magnified as her booming voice overtook all of you, shattering your mentality completely with sheer volume. As it turned out, the combination of sensory amplification and 2 days of deprivation in shipping had created a seriously dangerous situation.

"Oh woooow~! Aren't you just gorgeous!" The actual meaning behind the explosion of sound escaping from the giant, sultry lips barely registered to your deafened senses. Hanging uncomfortably in the air in front of Rio's happily enamored face, you were at point-blank range for both her vocal outbursts and the muggy wave of her breath flowing into you. You wanted to scream out, to alert her you weren't clothing but a human being! Unfortunately you couldn't even so much as think a single word, much less ever speak. You winced under the enormous pressure of the situation as your mind was running in every direction at once; you were suffering a never-before-seen level of sensory overload as you tried to cope with the torment of being hyper-sensitive yet unable to move. You noted you could make out the distinct scent, and taste too, of her sticky breath washing over you. Overall, the sensory overload was certainly painful, but also made you extremely turned on for some reason.

Wait. Senses?...they're still intact?! H-How? The people at the lab should have specifi-- "HUH, there's no tag on here anywhere!" Your sister curiously noted to herself, interrupting your thought entirely as she began peering over every inch of your pantyhose-form and seemingly finding nothing out of the ordinary. With each word lambasting you in her intoxicatingly warm, wet breath, for the first time in your life you suddenly loathed the fact your sister had a teensy habit of speaking aloud to herself. Such an innocuous habit had never even registered in your mind before now, and yet at this very moment it was one that tortured you with utmost intensity as your amplified senses took the brunt of all that your gigantic sister's mouth was producing.

"Hmmm, that's too bad! They look pricey, like designer quality! Certainly fancier than any pantyhose I own...at least I don't have to cut the annoying tags!"

Sad that she couldn't make out some expensive name brand, your sister was soon met with a curious revelation: "Hey, wait a minute, I didn't order these! My brother did!" Double checking with the label on the box, you fell limply to her side as she used her hands to more thoroughly inspect your packaging. Your sister's voice still hurt, but it was getting better, your amplified settings very slowly adjusting to become your new normal. At least you didn't have any physical eardrums to damage, so the pain you were feeling was all psychological. "Yep, that's his name right there! Now why on Earth would he buy such a high-quality thing?" Trying her best not to jump to any conclusions, Rio delved into the velvety interior of the expensive looking box, digging about in an attempt to find anything with answers. It was only after some extensive searching she found a loose slip underneath the rest of the packaging, pulling it out and reading aloud:

"Transformative Clothing...Clothing so life-changing, it'll transform your life!... Wait, twelve HUNDRED dollars?! Bro!"

In shock at the astounding price, and the realization her brother had managed to pay it on a broke college student's budget, your sister turned her attention back to the stunning tights laid across her lap. You could see your sister's mouth slightly agape, and you just hoped she must've somehow connected the dots at this point. You suspected she had snooped and messed with your settings, which would explain the wrong shipping issue and the sensitivity settings. Now she would just need to take you back to the lab, where at this point you would be just fine with being turned back into a person and getting your refund. Forget being worn by a custom model, this entire thing was a nightmare! 

"Woah...my brother...he really...?" 

'Yes, Rio! Your stupid little brother turned himself into panties like a little pervert!'

You knew it must be a lot for her to take in, but thankfully now things could get straightened out! She would maybe hate you for a while, but you knew it was her fault for how this ended up: nobody else could have even accessed your settings besides maybe mom.

"He really...went this all-out for my birthday gift?!"

Your sister shouted her delight out, squealing a bit to herself as she hugged you close against her chest, doing little jumps of joy at how much she loved her generous little baby brother. Your hope dissolved instantly, your body being warmed by the soft pressure of Rio's chest, but your blood felt as if it ran ice-cold. You screamed against your absent lips, shouting out that her conclusion was totally off base! It took all Rio's self-control to not throw this pantyhose aside, reach for her phone, and call up her cute little brother, but she managed to restrain herself. After all, he had just left, and her birthday was an entire month away! More than likely she was absolutely not meant to open this present up...a sudden wave of guilt washed over her. Your sister's brow furrowed as she met with this unexpected obstacle. 

'Is it really alright for me to accept such a lavish gift? I mean...over a grand?! That kinda money should be going straight to his savings or his college expenses, not my legs!'

Sisterly instincts kicking in, she huffed to herself before crossing her arms disapprovingly. Still though, her gaze returned to your body, her heart melting as she gushed over just how nice it looked, not to mention how smooth and sultry it felt. She really couldn't keep herself away from it. She continued to read on about the various features that had been installed: your ultra-soft microfiber body,  unparalleled stretchiness and durability, and ability to suck up sweat and odors were all clearly listed, with none of the features that would give away your transformation making the list. With the way this tag was written, someone would have to read very closely to notice that you weren't just a normal, albeit very expensive, article of clothing.

As your sister's fingers playfully danced across your body, you couldn't so much as move a single nanometer on your own. You knew this to be the case and hadn't expected that to change anytime soon, but when Rio pressed into the fabric of your body hard enough, you were frightened to find that it forcibly concentrated your senses right on that spot. You were still very aroused by the overload of fresh new senses scrambling your brain. Right now, you were being rubbed into your own pantyhose 'skin', which had an unfamiliar texture. You could taste and smell a small hint of the hand lotion Rio used as she pressed her fingers and palm into your body. You worried what it would be like if she put you on as intended, but could do nothing besides lay there, discerning what little you could from her murmuring. M-maybe she would just package you back up! Send you right back where you came from! Surely there was a return address!

As if reading your mind, your sister seemed to notice the tail end of the attached receipt, which she read aloud:

"Should you be unsatisfied with your life-transforming clothing, feel free to return your chosen product within thirty days for any necessary modifications, or for a full-refund..." 

Seemingly missing some immensely important, minuscule fine print that noted 'exclusions may apply for permanent transformations', your sister breathed a hefty sigh of relief at the same time as you. Of course, she didn't connect the dots yet between the site that she had messed with and the product sitting in front of her to be used. If she had seen the bit about permanent transformations, maybe it would have jogged her memory enough for her to realize the truth.

"Phew, so they can be returned!" she noted gratefully, relieved that you hadn't wasted so much money with such a luxurious, yet frivolous present. You wanted to leap from your threads in joy as she delicately placed you back into your original box, placing the receipt beside you before peering down at you with a smile. "It really was thoughtful of him though..." You clearly heard her say under her breath. You could feel through the table that she was tapping a finger anxiously, and you began to get nervous she might change her mind. A finger slowly dragged along your body, and you looked up to see Rio staring at you dreamily, biting her lip a little as she thought about the situation.

"Twelve hundred, huh? For that money I'd expect these babies to spring to life and start giving me a massage!" 

Your sister giggled at her silly musings, although there was true curiosity to it. For that much money...how incredible was this cloth? You watched helplessly as her vision danced from you to the receipt, waiting with bated breath as she once more read to herself, "life-changing...within thirty days...full refund..." Suddenly, she was reminded of what she had said to herself a few days ago: 'If I was lucky enough to get my hands on unbreakable pantyhose with this many benefits, I'd never take them off~!' A lightbulb finally went off in Rio's brain, as she blurted out her realization: "Ohh! This is the free pantyhose from that pervy quiz!" If you had tear ducts right now, you would probably cry. You were pissed off to hear her confirm that it was indeed her who had snooped on your online responses, which she had seen as a "pervy quiz", and thus ruined your answers, but she was so close now to figuring it out and saving you!

Rio felt a bit silly for forgetting that she had put their home address on that survey. But wait, then why was there that expensive price tag on the receipt? Was it actually a price at all, maybe referring to something else? And that would mean that her brother hadn't actually purchased them for her as a gift, since he had left the address blank online. Rio began to worry that she had mayyybe somehow spent $1200 from your bank account by messing with that site on your laptop... but, she could always return them if so. Also, wouldn't it have asked to confirm a payment first? Maybe what she had stumbled into was only related to the pantyhose, not where it had actually been ordered from. Now that she thought about it, it hadn't said anything in the quiz about any complimentary product. She had just assumed what the inclusion of the optional address response had meant. Heck, it could have even meant an e-mail address instead. Your sister was weighing these possibilities, eyeing the sexy pantyhose as she paced back and forth. Her common sense, which told her something was off and to think a little more about the situation, lost the battle against her desires, which were whispering to just think less and try the damn thing on. A brilliant grin sprang onto her face as she imagined a future life with these super-tights to pamper her needy legs. She then assumed the best possible scenario: 'So my brother purchased these for me from online, filled out some weird, possibly unrelated pervy survey, and then left early for college like he said he would. It's clearly a gift, and probably intended for me, so I should leave them, reseal the box, and pretend I didn't see it unless he says something. Then again... '

"Mmm..." You heard her begin to verbalize her thoughts, and already you knew from her expression where your sister's brain had gone. You knew her better than anyone, and you felt an otherworldly dread at the next words that would escape her mouth: "I suppose...it couldn't hurt to wear them, just once..."

Within the second, you felt an excited fist clamp down on you, sucking in all your senses onto her hand as you were pulled hungrily from your box all over again, this time swinging along at your sister's side as she walked away from the table. You watched on silently, growing dizzier with each step and internally whimpering as you saw the distant shape of your original box fading away, your sister carrying you in earnest through the familiar halls of your childhood home. You already knew exactly where she was headed: her room.

"Life-changing, huh~?" Rio laughed to herself at such a silly guarantee. "I'll be the judge of that." She noted confidently, tossing you onto her bed before closing the door behind her. It would take more than just an especially soft pantyhose to change her life...

Chapter 3: Sister Changes Her Clothes

In which your lovely, ditzy captor first tests out her new 'life-changing' gift…

As you lay on your sister's bed, watching her quietly shimmy out of her jeans and walk over to her closet, you had a brief moment of rest from the constant sensory overload she had been subjecting you to for the last five minutes of your new, hectic life. You let out a deep groan in your thoughts as you realized just what you were in for. You needed to think this whole thing through: You were transformed for one month, and you just knew as soon as Rio put you on, you were gonna be screwed for those 30 days. You could hazard a pretty fair guess as to what other settings she had changed besides adding back your senses of taste and smell: you probably had ultra-comfort, higher durability, odor and sweat filtration... and then there was that worrying setting that moved your senses around with pressure, you couldn't remember any like that from the online form... ugh, you should have taken your time and carefully read all of the information, and you definitely should have logged out and closed the open tab. Not much you could do about it now though.

Rio had said she would try you on “just once”, but that wasn't a promise made to anybody, just an idea stated out-loud. You had a feeling that it might actually end up being the case: if you were truly ultra-comfortable, Rio might just leave you on after trying you. You'd read plenty of reviews from wearers of some of the… other items people with your particular fetish had transformed into. It would be embarrassing as hell to have her find out about all this after having tried you on, but clearly, that ship was weighing anchor at the moment, with you helplessly on board, below deck and with absolutely zero hope of making it to dry land anytime soon, literally and figuratively. You knew about your sister's distaste for the summer heat, how sweaty and clammy it made her, and now you were going to experience the truth of that firsthand. Thinking wasn't gonna solve your problem here. You were screwed, and could only hope Rio would find something about you she disliked enough to return you. At least the coming sexual torture would end forcibly after 30 days. Looking ahead, those 30 days felt like Moses' 40 years in the desert, but their complete antithesis. Instead of being deprived of water and worldly pleasures, you were going to have much, much more than your fill. Your thin, floppy body was going to be stuffed utterly full of legs, sweat and pleasure until you couldn't think about anything else. Before you stood the very same "Promised Land" of a cute girl's legs that you had been salivating over, but you couldn't see it as anything but abjectly terrifying at this moment, regardless of the punisher being your damn sister. You had fallen in lust and made a depraved, fiendish deal, and now the terms of your pact had been altered after you signed. 

"Alright, time to see how you fit. I know you're supposed to be super stretchy, so you better not be tight…" 

Your older sister's musings pulled your focus from your racing, complex thoughts, back to her now naked thighs and fast approaching form. You were compressed onto yourself as Rio rolled up the fabric near the ankle section of one of the pantyhose's feet before picking you up from the top. Then, she gently lowered you towards her sweaty, meaty foot, sliding her toes into and through your vision, which was extremely disorienting. As she slid your fabric along her sole and up her arched leg, the best way you could describe it is that it felt as if your face was flattened, then gently pressed into a slightly squishy, wet treadmill as it ran on low speed. All of your senses were forcibly dragged in place along the miniscule ridges and thick wrinkle on her sole, until her foot came to rest snugly at the end of your body, filling you up with an uncomfortable, yet oddly satisfying sensation.

Rio wiggled her toes around a bit to try to get a feel for the fabric, finding it very soft. For you, it felt as if both your tongue and hardening shaft were rapidly pressed into the squishy pads of each of her toes. She softly said, "Wow, it really is quite plush...", but you were too overloaded on this new sensation to even notice her voice. Her leg felt amazing, but good god, the taste of her sweat as it seeped into you was causing you to start psychically convulsing. You didn't have any experience sucking toes, but you felt that Rio probably didn't have terrible hygiene besides her tendency to sweat; the experience had just been made that much worse by your multiplied senses. At the same time, that utterly abrasive smell and taste that you hated were still turning you on immensely, against your will and better judgment.

Though you had planned to experience a cute girl's body without worrying about sweat, it was now having a remarkably aphrodisiac-like effect on you, thanks to your body's new sensitivity and tendency to associate pain with pleasure. Your older sister had only just finished putting her left leg inside of you, yet your reluctance towards the entire situation was already starting to fracture under the pressures exuded by your titanic new owner, not the least of which her warm foot pressing all of its weight into you as she lifted her other leg. It had only been ten or fifteen minutes at most since Rio signed off on your delivery: not even 0.1% of the way done with your new 30 day sentence as her tights. To your sister, that time was nothing but her 'trial period' to return or exchange her little gift. Right now though, you weren't thinking about any of that; you couldn't even do basic math right now with how your mind was being continuously and massively fucked by a single foot.

You then experienced the same atrociously erotic sensation once more, as Rio placed her right foot in your mouth and dragged your senses across her sole's wrinkles, up her soft calves and toned thighs, and this time, snugly around her crotch, waist, and butt as she finished pulling you up all the way, sealing your fate. The first thing you noticed was how tightly you clung to her clammy skin- giving you hope that maybe, even with your stretchy nature, Rio's wide hips might be too large for you. In uncharacteristic silence, your gorgeous sister gently admired the soft, fluttery, and whole feeling that wearing the plush pair of pantyhose gave her. They were tights after all, so they fit quite snugly to her body, but they were so soft and well designed that they felt more like a second layer of skin than a mildly uncomfortable fashion statement like her other pairs. Her fingers lazily dragged across the material, pressing into her soft skin and appreciating the tactile sensation of the soft cloth. You, meanwhile, were experiencing a new, unexplored layer of sensory overload; your mouth forced open to lick Rio's smooth, plump thighs and ass, smelling and tasting each subtle note of flavor from various spots on her sweaty unwashed legs as she pressed you deep into her skin. You were sure you didn't want any of the tastes or smells of this experience, and would hate it, but now Rio's dumb meddling had jumbled all of that up, leaving you sexually conflicted in a personal hell she was completely unaware of.

Rio began pacing around her room, and you quickly realized that both your mouth and privates were going to be forced to experience the pressure of her soles with every single step she took, and it hurt like hell to be stepped on, even against the soft carpet. At the same time, you were also being rubbed up and down her damp, shifting butt cheeks as she walked. Your senses were literally being pulled in a tug of war between her feet and her ass, disorienting and arousing you to a new high. The human mind definitely did not evolve to experience sensation in the way you currently were- your sensory organs were "existing" in multiple places at once, and picking up on minute details of texture, taste, and touch to a degree that a normal person never would. It was like suddenly being forced to view the compound vision of an insect, but for every sense you had. With each step, Rio was mashing all of you underneath her, pulling you up into her ass as she moved forward, before slamming you back into the ground through her other foot. Her body was exuding pressures from all sorts of places, dragging your senses rapidly between the various hot, sweaty locales of her lower half. Your head felt like it was on the verge of imploding as the overwhelming pain continued to build into pure pleasure.

You had somewhat expected to be orgasming hard already with your arousal sensitivity settings jacked up so high. Instead, that arousal just kept building up and up, with seemingly nowhere to go besides through the feedback loop of pain to pleasure. Experiencing such a sensation with your senses tuned this way was terrifying, like coming into contact with some eldritch, otherworldly being, and having your mind melted by the knowledge of it. You prayed to no god in particular that Rio returned you to get your money back, and never ever realized this happened. You would hopefully be restored privately by staff, and could laugh it off with her later as a simple short-sighted gift, hopefully never having to think about it again. She might ask about that online survey, but you could make something up if you had to. It was a great deal less life-ruining than the alternative, which was you transforming back right in front of her at the end of your 30 days.

Rio came to a stop from pacing around her room at the edge of her bed. She still had not audibly commented on you, so she was probably lost in thought, or perhaps had pulled out her phone. You figured she was gauging in her head just how good and soft you felt, and you were hopeful she wasn't all that impressed judging by her silence- after all, you didn't just have to be comfortable, you had to live up to $1200  levels of luxury. There you stood, her soft, pricey new pantyhose: hard as diamonds but unable to cum, unable to move, unable to cry out for help- all you could do was lick, sniff, rub, look, and listen, all at multiple times the intensity and in multiple places at once. You had no physical limiters like lungs, tongue muscles, or a stomach, and you weren’t going to get a break until she decided to take you off. Rio shifted and rubbed her soles back and forth into the carpet, her full weight crushing you twice over and cramming you deeper into her feet. It wasn't getting any easier to focus, the overloading auditory and sexual sensations of her foot smashing you into the scratchy carpet slowly frying your brain.

You felt like you were slowly gaining ground back in your mental battle against this furious arousal as Rio finally ceased her pacing and messing with her feet, but it wasn't meant to last. She turned around, planting her big butt onto the bed and falling back into her expansive pillow gently with a sigh. Your world shook violently and was promptly engulfed in darkness as one side of your body was crushed between a bed and a backside. Your face and shaft were simultaneously rubbed tenderly against the hot flesh of Rio's inner butt as it spread apart, her damp panties greeting you and sharing their accumulated sweat with your unwilling mouth. She wiggled her hips back and forth into the mattress, dragging you in a bit deeper as she got comfortable. Her next softly-spoken monologue chilled you to your core with despair, even as you lay smothered by her plump, warm legs: 

"You know, I take it back: these really are deserving of being called life-changing. I feel, almost… complete, like a different person when I wear them, it's… kinda dangerous how comfy they feel. Well, I can see how they could be valued higher than a phone or a game console. Twelve hundred is a lot, but if all the promises are true, these would be a once in a lifetime purchase. They'll hopefully never get runs or tear like other cheap tights. And, I'd probably never need to clean them or get any new pairs unless I wanted more colors, so it'll eventually pay for itself! Oh, baby bro... I'm gonna give you a big old hug next time I see you!" 

Your sister giggled as she rolled back and forth on her bed, clutching a throw pillow tightly. Putting aside how nice and cute it was that she was genuinely happy with something you did for her, her falling in love with your pantyhose form- and continuing to misread the situation entirely- did not bode well for your current predicament! The irony of her "big old hug" was not lost on you either, as your entire body was currently trapped in such a passionate embrace with her lower half, unwillingly licking more sweat from her as you were vigorously steamrolled by her ass. You particularly liked salty foods, and your palate was definitely slowly adjusting to the strong, enhanced flavor of your new owner's body, but the real problem was that as long as she stayed on this floor of your house, she was going to have a nigh endless supply of sweat to torture you with. ‘Oh, God…' You came to another realization, a particularly hellish layer of your punishment you haven't experienced yet, and like sweat, one you had hoped to have the privilege of completely ignoring when you chose to transform:

'She hasn't even had to pass any gas yet…'

Chapter 4: Changing Responses

In which Rio gets you more accustomed to everything her body has to offer…

As Rio smothered you in silence, absorbed in her phone, you thought back to the days when you two used to be constantly trying to one-up the other with teasing and pranks…

It was a few months after your father remarried, when you were around eight or so years old. You and Rio were still getting used to the new living situation, and she had become particularly taken to teasing and pranking you. Eventually, you decided to dole out your own; hiding her favorite toys, leaving Legos for her to step on, setting up a whoopee cushion and teasing her, those sorts of harmless pranks. Many times, Rio's punishment for you when you messed with her too harshly involved trapping your limbs while you slept and waking you up with a fart to the face. She would giggle and continue to taunt you as you thrashed from her disgusting farts, calling you her "personal whoopee cushion". Though you hated it, you had secretly enjoyed the teasing relationship itself that you and Rio shared. Her punishments weren't enough to deter you from continuing to tease her, hoping to keep her attention and get a good reaction out of her. You both got more creative as time went on, and eventually, you grew up and started treating each other nicely. When you were just a kid, you didn't really know what it was, but Rio made you feel funny when you watched her, and when you realized what that was, you couldn’t treat her the same way anymore. You hated to admit it, especially with how much your friends talked about it, but she was so pretty, even back then.

You had feelings for Rio that you were never supposed to bring out into the open, but now, with her stupid meddling, you were being forced to come to terms with it: you had more than just a little crush on her. While you reminisced about your past with her, all you could do in the present was continue to breathe her odor and taste her sweat. It wasn't nearly as bad anymore: the masochistic setting that had been imposed on you was making the raunchy smells and tastes of her body feel absurdly good, and was also speeding up the process of accustoming to your new environment.

As if on cue, you heard a quiet ~fshhh sound, the temperature inside you spiking as hot air rushed to your awaiting throat and nostrils. You tried to hold your breath, but it wasn’t possible, and the multiplied stench of just a singular silent but deadly fart entered your system. You nearly lost consciousness from how terrible it was, and all that psychological pain directly and immediately translated directly to immense pleasure against your will. The increased heat of her ass led to more sweat dripping and absorbing into your body through her scrunched-up panties. As depraved as it was, you felt yourself edging closer to a massive orgasm as you began to greedily huff on your new goddess’ anal fumes and lap up her sweat. You could feel phantom pains in your lower half, as if you still had your body; your privates, though they no longer existed, were throbbing uncomfortably as you edged closer and closer to release.

Then, Rio sat up, lifting her butt slightly as she hopped backwards and put her feet together in a cross-legged position. You were assaulted further by the taste of her sweat and butt fumes as her legs opened up, this time with the return of her eager, twitchy feet. Rio absent-mindedly rubbed her soles together, with each of her big toes grasping, rubbing, and repeatedly squeezing the folds of the soft pantyhose trapped between. Never mind that her toes were now squashing your tongue between them, rubbing the filthy grime and oils from her skin into you: with the same motion, they were also milking your hard shaft past the point of no return, slowly pulling you closer to the absolute precipice of arousal. You could feel both of her feet squishing together at the same rhythm on your entire body, one after the other, over and over. It was utterly maddening to you, having your senses mashed so quickly like that, when suddenly it stopped, leaving you completely still against her big toe. You huffed heavily as you recovered from the stimulation and, finally looking around from where your senses had been dragged, you were startled to see your owner staring a hole directly through you, her goddess-like face looking utterly massive as she leaned in closer.

Rio was checking out how her feet looked in her new legwear, and trying to see if she would notice their characteristic scent when she sniffed. Noticing nothing, she bent her neck down further and pulled your body away from her waist to test her open crotch. Not only was she surprised that her clammy legs now felt nice and dry in her typically warm room, there was no musty smell of sweat, nor of her fart from earlier. Then again, it hadn't even been ten minutes, so of course it didn't stink yet. ‘I’ll have to check again later, after my scent has had some time to really seep into these…’ she thought, wondering how exactly your odor feature worked in the first place to neutralize her stink.

"Mmm, I guess the 'odor absorption' works so far, huh? I might not have the best nose for it, but I can't smell even a bit of that fart! Maybe I'll ask Mom or a friend to take a sniff of these for me another day. If this odor thing really truly works, well, these are just gonna be, uhh, even more my go-to everyday pair of pantyhose!"

You felt fear at the words "everyday pair", and the realization that the only time Rio would ever need to take you off would be in the bathroom. She continued to think out loud about something or other; you couldn't continue listening anymore as her feet picked back up their squishy fidgeting habit. The pleasure pulled you away from any sort of focus you had, her voice becoming background noise to the rubbing sounds and sensations of her feet. For the next 20 minutes, Rio sat and played some game on her phone, letting out her farts occasionally and fidgeting with her pantyhose-clad toes practically the entire time. You were completely gone, finally orgasming continuously from the long-term stimulation. You called Rio's name over and over in your head as you fell into rapture, sexually owned by her squishy soles and her plump rear. Even cut in half, to account for your fucked up settings, this orgasm was still the most intense and lengthy that you had ever experienced. It finally started to die down as Rio set her phone down on her nightstand, satisfied with just finishing her daily quests and rolling for new loot tonight.

Rio stretched, first raising her arms up to the ceiling and letting out an adorable yawn, then bending forward, reaching her arms down towards the foot of her bed. With her soft hands, she began to stretch and massage her tired feet, and this new feeling of being rubbed into her soles by her fingers started up a fresh orgasm in your sensitive body. You and she were both startled by a particularly loud burst as Rio's movement untrapped more gas in her colon, rushing out from her anus to greet your unclosable mouth and nose. Both the vibration of her fart and its raunchy scent were making you bust even harder as you eagerly snorted her super-heated butt fumes. With each new fart being absorbed into you from deeper within her pungent, infernal bowels, you became more accustomed to its signature stench, and your brain continued to rewire itself around the forced feelings of pleasure that came with each new sensation. Though you were used to her farts as the result of her pranks and living with her, being forced to experience it sexually like this was a completely different beast.

Rio, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying her new sleek pantyhose: she had never felt any soft fabric quite like it, and they were definitely going to be her new favorite pair. It was such a wonderful gift, minus the unreasonably high price tag. 'How thoughtful of him to get a pair of my favorite legwear that solves all the issues I normally have with them', she mused. You two had drifted apart a bit since going to college, and she had been looking forward to spending another month of vacation with you and catching up. In her mind, it was kind of like these pantyhose, as your gift to her, were a replacement for you. While she enjoyed teasing the soft fabric, she could pretend that it was you instead that she was toying with. When she would let out a particularly bad fart, she would giggle and reminisce, just as you had, of the times when she punished you as a kid. Now, as the sole administrator of your punishments, Rio was slowly, unawarely rehabilitating you into her pantyhose, with no idea just how close to truth her imagination was. The tail end of the intense orgasmic wave you were still riding had you feeling like maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, your previous gripes about your settings completely pushed out from your mind's limited capacity.

A very small mistake that Rio had made with your settings might just have saved your life. When messing around, she hadn't moved the slider bar for your orgasm tendency all the way to zero, which meant that it would be an insanely slow process to reach orgasm, but not impossible. You had to admit, as your arousal finally started to die down for real, this whole thing could very easily drive someone insane. The afterglow of your massive orgasm was allowing you to actually take up the space in your own brain with thoughts, instead of the disorienting non-stop noise and jumble of pleasure and pain. You were terrified of the mental damage your beloved friend could inflict, and wondered what state your pitiful, already sex-obsessed brain would be in by the end of the month. You would end up completely whipped silly by then at this rate, if not much sooner. Would you be able to properly face her, especially if she found out the truth she was unaware of? What frightened you the most was that there was no way to communicate with her or for her to notice you at all. You weren't even sure if Rio knew about the transformation technology: despite it becoming much more safe and well-documented in the last few years, it was still mostly on underground forums rather than mainstream. All you could do is hope that Rio, ditzy though she was, would realize on her own what had happened, or better, to decide that she would simply rather see the $1200 you worked so hard for spent on something more important.

The thought also occurred to you that Rio could easily have changed your duration setting as well, but you quickly push that thought away, a defense mechanism against total despair. You only had to last 30 days or until you got returned, but it hadn't even been one night yet. It was starting to seem unlikely that you could make it to even just five days without going bonkers first and becoming Rio's willing sweat-rag foot-toy combo. Your owner could be much worse, though, all things considered; you could have accidentally been shipped to or stolen by a random, much less attractive stranger. Rio could also easily have changed you into a thong or something worse, for no other reason than that she thought it would be funny. Either she had just not seen the options, or didn't see fit to change your most important answer on the settings. She loved wearing pantyhose, so perhaps you had already chosen the best response in her eyes. As if to confirm your thoughts, Rio suddenly sat up, letting out a worrying exclamation:

"Oh, right. It's been so long since I wore a good new pair of pantyhose so I forgot. I'll go commando tonight, to fully experience its plushness!"

In the past, Rio had often not worn anything under her tights. She just preferred it that way, but the problem was that once her tights got sweaty and were cleaned they would eventually get itchy, especially around where it rubbed against her big butt, forcing her to suffer or wear panties underneath. With this pantyhose, she shouldn't ever have to worry about that! With that thought in mind, Rio placed her feet flat on the mattress and raised her waist, pulling you over her wide hips and down her legs. Although the underwear thing was concerning, you were far more worried about whether she was going to leave you on or take you off when she finally ended her night, and what would happen to you if she left you on.

The first thing you noticed as your smooth body was pulled off of Rio's feet and dropped to the carpet was the change in temperature. It wasn't like it felt cold, but being a solo pantyhose, even in Rio's humid room, felt sort of like having your blanket pulled away on a winter morning. Your body felt an intense craving to go back to her- for her legs to fill you back up- which frightened you more than any other surprise on this horror story of a day. It was proof that your mind was already starting to break for her, and proof that whether she left you on or not, the imprint of pleasure you had just experienced would follow you for a long time. You knew that she wasn't going to simply put you back in the box or a drawer anymore, she had already said that next she would wear you with no panties. Despite this, your craving was involuntary, and thinking about what it would be like to go back to being human in a month and potentially suffer from withdrawal symptoms far more advanced than this seriously scared you. 

Your mind was desperately trying, in a last-ditch effort fueled by your post-nut clarity, to quell the hyperarousal and cravings, to ground your psyche on something, anything. Rio removed her panties over your crumpled body and pulled you slowly back up her legs; you admired the perfect view you had from underneath your big friend, how small you felt. It felt so wrong to you how good it felt to be put back on, to have your craving indulged. It washed away all your worries in waves of overlapping sensory noise. It wasn't that you weren't worried or anxious, but that you couldn't be: her legs like a drug that sent you into a happy high, literally filling up your body, but also filling your head to the brim with sensation and pleasure. Rio finished shimmying and pulling the waist of your body up, pressing you into her damp crotch and wedging you much deeper into her aromatic ass than before. Without her underwear in the way, you conformed further to her curvy shape, exposing you to the previously hidden depths and folds of her body, and dealing you a second, stronger dose of the addictive infernal drug of hyper-sensation.

You were rubbed over just about every inch of Rio’s legs as she ran her hands up, down, and all over her soft, perfectly toned legs. Her thighs and feet were mostly dry now, thanks to you, but there was still an untapped oasis of hot sweat built up deep in her butt. She started walking again, dragging your senses up and down in a familiar, yet still disorienting pattern as she did. With each jiggle, she wedged you deeper into her now exposed crack, filling your mouth with her grossly delicious butt sweat. After a few moments, Rio stopped and stood in front of the full-length mirror hanging on her wall. She was admiring her legs, spinning around to look at her juicy butt, and lightly bouncing it with her hand. You too were able to admire how great you looked on her legs in the mirror, although it was an admiration mixed in with dread, arousal, and confusion. Before you had a chance to reckon with these emotions as you looked toward the reflection of your new body, Rio was on the move again, leaving you disoriented at the center of the tug-of-war between her feet and jiggling cheeks. The trip from Rio’s room to the kitchen fridge felt awfully long, your sense of time becoming warped by the sensations invading your brain. The deeper you sank into her sweaty asscheeks as she walked, the more your front side gently tugged at her crotch, revealing the strong smells and tastes of her pussy. Your afterglow from the prior wave of orgasms was over, and now a new, stronger arousal was building up. Rio grabbed the box you were shipped in on her way back to her room, leaving it on a shelf in her closet, likely to be forgotten.

That night, Rio played with herself on her bed, wearing nothing but you, her smooth, plush, hyper-absorbent pantyhose. As she softly let out cute moans of your name, rubbing and teasing her perfect breasts, you finally caved completely and gave in to the madness of the ordeal. You worshiped your new goddess with reckless abandon, greedily lapping up her sweat and sexual fluids as she rubbed you into her folds. Her butt wasn't neglected either, your tongue mashed violently into her hot flesh as she cooed over the soft feeling of her fingers massaging her ass. Eventually, Rio rubbed a finger into her anus, stretching you into a tight embrace over every inch of her ass, with your senses concentrated right on her finger. You could feel each hot, meaty wrinkle of her asshole as she rubbed, every bit of oily, sticky sweat quickly absorbed by your mouth and making you gag. With each clench of her butt, your senses spread out in waves over the twin expanses of flesh, absorbing the sweat being steadily generated by her hot body. She let her finger gently sink into her flowering anus, flexing her butt muscles gently, sending you even deeper into sensory hell. Of course, no matter what you did, each disgusting sensation felt amazing for your lower half. As you started to orgasm again, Rio moaned and let out a raunchy, loud fart directly onto your tongue and around the tip of your cock. You vibrated and busted your imaginary load so hard that you finally completely lost consciousness, gaining a bit of peace and quiet as Rio eventually settled down for the evening. Throughout the night, you were roused by the smell of her gas, and had to wait for your boner to calm down before you could try your best to fall back asleep, chasing that blissful feeling of being knocked completely unconscious like before. Her feet never stopped fidgeting, so you were fighting a constant battle as you tried to meditate and completely ignore all of the things you were sensing. 

- -

Your fears of a long-term stay with your new leggy roommate quickly came true: for another two days straight, Rio basically only took you off to shower and use the toilet. She was the only one at home right now, with you "off to college" and your mother on a brief business trip, so she had literally no incentive to change clothes, or really to do much of anything at all besides game, binge-watch TV, and exercise a bit with the limited tools available at home. She had praised your various features on the first day, especially your odor and sweat filtration, but in the two days since, she barely acknowledged you. It made sense, you weren't a person to her after all. Her habit of talking to herself, which had at first overloaded your senses, was more endearing now, as it was the only thing that made you feel like you were still human around her. Of course, Rio continued to show her affection and enjoyment of her brother's "gift" in other, physical ways.

Rio was currently lounging on the couch with one leg up, and had your tongue and shaft jogging laps as she slid her hand slowly... up from her ankle... over her plump calves… to her knee... down to her waist... then starting the trip back. It was some sort of cruel, lazy, erotic endurance competition between her five fingers and your greatly overworked lower half. Your poor tongue was arguably in even worse condition. Rio had realized on the first day of using you that pressing her fingers into the pantyhose made them absorb her sweat much faster, with no idea that what she was actually doing was forcing said sweat down your faux throat. She had made a fast habit of doing these leg massages and rubbing you into the depths of her butt in order to keep the uncomfy sweat off of her and "neutralized" by you, her loyal pantyhose, as much as possible. As bad as this whole situation was, you had to say her bored habit of fidgeting with her feet was by far the worst of it. Those damn toes had been the complete death of you and your stupid dick these last few days: it felt so unbearably good, and she never seemed to stop her fidgeting for long. Technically, Rio had owned you from the moment she signed off on your package, but she was quickly establishing her ownership over your mind as much as your body. You had already surrendered yourself to your fate as her living legwear for the time being. There was no point in denying it: it was your fantasy, after all, and you had zero agency in this situation to do anything about it anyways. With how stupidly intense your pleasure and sensory settings had been tuned, the biggest challenge would be keeping your sense of self intact. You were practicing meditation in the hopes that somehow you would gain self-control strong enough to shut out everything that was happening, but attaining such a state was a tall order even for a devout monk, much more so for a transformed, hyper-sensitive piece of cloth. If you lost yourself totally in rapture, it would be pointless even if you managed to come back- you would be a brain-dead burden to your family, and your dreams of a shiny college degree would become impossible. You clung to one single hope, your only way to get out of this situation besides your lazy, ditzy friend, who wasn’t exactly inspiring confidence:

'Just 25 more days. 25 days and I'll be back to being human.'

So went the thought that ran through your head many times thus far. It was becoming your mantra, the main line of defense your mind had found against losing itself and becoming nothing but Rio's toy. It was a common tactic for those stranded in isolation to count the days in order to keep sane. It had been somewhere around 2 days in transit by your estimation, and you were on your third day with her. Changing the number each day was the only way for you to make sure you kept track of how much time you had left.

How little you really knew...

Chapter 5: Day 7- Mom Changes Her ETA

In which your sister takes you on a drive to pick up your mother from the airport, and enjoys toying with you in a new way…

“Yeah, of course I'll pick you up. What time is your flight again?”

“....Huh? The 21st? I thought it was gonna be the 25th?”

“...”

Deep in the confines of your owner’s sweaty ass, your stationary world was thrown back into typical chaos as she walked across the house to check the calendar. No matter how much you tried to get used to the feeling of being dragged by touch over the last few days, your consciousness spread impossibly thin whenever she walked, the bountiful flesh of her lower half exerting immense pressures all across its surface area in such quick succession. There was no way to get used to that lurching feeling, even though the intense odors and tastes had become more normal to you at this point, even enjoyable most of the time due entirely to your scientifically enhanced libido.

“The 21st is TODAY, Mom!… Yeah, no, it's fine, I can get you, I just… I had an appointment at the auto shop later, but I guess I won't get to reap the benefits for this trip… Yeah, the AC is cooked in that thing, but it's fine to drive. The airport is like, 40 minutes awayyyyy, Mom. Can't you just get an Uber or a taxi?”

“Ugh...”

“Well, I do have something to help with the sweat, but it's just too hot… fine, fine. I'll pack an extra bottle of ice water for you… Uh huh, sure, it'll be just like a sauna in there, mother-daughter bonding time, woo-hoo. Anyways, text me when you’re boarding okay?... Love you too Mama~”

With that, you and your older sister Rio were left in the room, her phone call and failed negotiations both having come to a close. That being said, Rio had no way of knowing that you were here listening in on her conversation with your stepmother, not while she was still wrapped up in her false judgment of you as a present. You did not enjoy the thought of the sauna-like conditions in Rio’s car. You knew how hot some darker vehicles could become in the heat of summer, her navy blue car included, and right now, you were going to bear the brunt of that unholy oven’s natural conclusion- her sweaty ass.

“Well, I'm damn glad I have you here to help me out for this drive, huh Hosey?”

‘Oh, right.’ If you could have rolled your eyes at this display of utter tomfoolery, you would. This whole thing was starting to read like an extremely elaborate prank on her part, since she had messed with your transformation settings and all. Still, you had known her long enough to realize that she really was this air-headed, even if she liked to prank you since you were kids. There was no way that some of the stupid shit she had said earlier when she opened your package was all acting. Yesterday, her little habit of talking to herself got out of hand, or perhaps out of foot in your case. She was talking at you, still as tights, complimenting your ability to keep her clean and how soft you were, until it finally got to the point she for some reason decided you needed a name, as if she had been gifted a plushie and not legwear. At the time, you wondered if she was becoming lonely or extremely bored at home by herself and was acting a little crazy. 

Now, being talked to might seem like it makes everything a little less humiliating than if she acted as unaware as she truly was, but it’s definitely worse, she called you fucking hosey for god’s sake. She clearly just thinks it's really funny to talk to you like she talks to herself, not even realizing that you're actually a living, breathing item, and her brother no less. Instead of an aware person who was acting unaware, like you often saw in kinky videos you watched, this was far scarier, an unaware person pretending to be aware. She doesn't treat you any nicer since her decision to name you. Instead, the way she has been referring to you since then has felt to you like a disgusting taunt of freedom, of humanity beyond your reach. You had instead attained the delightful position of something like a pet. ‘A pet pantyhose, huh. Still, at least, if literally nothing else, Rio’s expressing gratitude for having ‘Hosey’ there to… suck up her sweat. How uplifting.’  After Rio’s one comment towards you, she became engrossed in something or other on her phone, standing mostly still as she maneuvered her touch-screen.

You reflected on your efforts to achieve panty enlightenment and remain sane against the waves of pleasure. You had made decent progress when Rio had left you in her drawer for a while yesterday, which you hoped (coped, really) that she would occasionally do and help keep your brain a little bit sharper. There in the drawer, there was no stimulus at all, save for the occasional slight tremors of the boards enclosing you, the muffled voice of your captor, the smell of wood, and wafting scents of perfume. Okay, so maybe some stimulus, but it was as ideal an environment for meditation as you would receive. Since you literally could not move beyond the most miniscule twitches, you turned inward to your subconscious mind. After you sorted through your thoughts and fears on the current predicament, you had finally been able to get a night of restful sleep. Today, you had been aroused, but you also felt you were becoming accustomed enough to the feeling of heightened sensation to remain… somewhat put together.

A few hours after the call with your stepmom, Rio was getting ready to go out on the drive through hell. She had compressed your body even more tightly between her butt by putting a pair of her tight spandex shorts over you, sealing a section of your odd sort of 360-degree vision into darkness. You had seen in the bathroom mirror she was wearing a sports bra and loose tank top, and a sweatband on her forehead. She looked like she was about to go out for a run, which honestly could have been even worse than what you were about to face, with the weather being so bad. You had managed to make out on the news from the TV that it was 102 degrees with decent humidity and clear skies. There was no air conditioning to save you. You were gonna be forced to drink every single drop of sweat that accumulated in her insane, superheated furnace of an ass. Every step of her foot on the pedals would juice her foot sweat out into your gaping throat. And with the sun beating down on your sheer black form, that amount of sweat would be tremendous. You wondered if there was a limit, and where all that sweat you had drank so far even went off to. Your shudders of fear could only pick up as slight tremors on the surface of her cute pantyhose, imperceptible even to her sensitive skin.

Your musings were interrupted as you were pulled and stretched even tighter over the expanse of Rio’s body as she shimmied and yanked up her tights before tucking her tank top into her shorts. Then she began walking again, slipping you into a pair of tennis shoes and walking out to the garage. Immediately you could feel the shift in conditions, on top of being immersed in her sweaty shoe insole, your entire body was swathed by a heat wave. It was intense, but not much more than when Rio would get horny with you under her comforter. The worst was yet to come though, in the form of sweat, you could be sure of that.

“Off we go, Hosey! Ready for your part-time job?” Rio giggled sweetly.

  ~~ 20 minutes later ~~

You were drowning in sweat. No matter how much you gulped and gulped, her legs had already created more, eventually saturating you with more sweat than you could drink at once. The punishment cherry topping off your delicious suffering sundae was the car’s sound system, which was vibrating the seat below Rio’s prestigious rear as music blared from the speakers. Evidently, Rio liked her bass settings tuned up a bit too high. All over her body, you were being rubbed into juicy, sweaty, vibrating flesh- her bobbing and toying free left foot, the mechanical pressures of her driving right foot, and the tight hold you had over every square inch of her massive, perfectly toned, shaking booty. Rio would dance around on her seat whenever she was stopped at a good part of a song, giving you even more stimulus and working up even more of a sweat. The temperature in the car was unbelievable, it got only slightly better when Rio pulled down the windows. Unfortunately, she had done so too late- she was already at the highway portion of her trip and had to roll the windows back up. She was drinking a lot of ice water to help her get through this, and was wiping the sweat off of her arms and face with her wipes at practically every stoplight.

Meanwhile, you had no such luxuries, other than the occasional drops of cool condensation from her water bottle. You were having a fantastic time considering the torturous conditions, after all your current mental settings encouraged you to enjoy the complex, salty flavor profile of Rio’s bountiful sweat. Despite your fears of losing your mind, you could be losing it from pain and not pleasure, so you were thankful that your settings made this feel good for you at least. You were close to reaching your first orgasm of the drive, your arousal building up and up thanks to your tolerance settings having been tampered with. Still, the conditions for extreme pleasure were here, and you found yourself in utter bliss, a familiar melting feeling spreading over you as you vibrated at high frequency with the thrum of the heavy bass booming through the car. The extreme bass was distorting your experience and making everything jumble around, you felt yourself losing your hold on reality as the overflow of information and the heat of your reality short-circuited your mind.

Rio was enjoying her music, but the drive itself sucked to say the least. It was a busy time of day for driving on the highway, and the beating sun was both blinding and annoyingly hot. She wished she hadn't worked up so much sweat dancing, she could feel her thighs were absolutely drenched right now. As she pulled to a stop, Rio reached a hand down to the hot leather seat, lifting a leg and scratching her butt, rubbing her fingers around in her crack to remove any built-up sweat. She was surprised to see no sweat marks left behind on the seat.

“WOW, you're doing great Hosey! I know it's a lot of sweat and it's all over you, but it's okay, you haven't let a single drop leak yet! Keep up the good work down there.”

Rio slapped your body against her thigh before retracting her hand, briefly making you reach the edge of orgasming from the pain of having all of you smacked at once. She let out a soft exclamation of disgust from the sweat, wiping her wet hand off on her damp tank top.

“On second thought, hurry up and keep sucking it up! I want to rub your softness against my thighs and I can't really do that while you're soaked completely through like that! Pathetic, you were advertised as being able to soak up all of my sweat, surely you can handle this much. I better see some progress before my next stop, Hosey.”

She giggled, clearly getting into her roleplay as a sexy, commanding dominatrix. Well, it worked on you: this was precisely the type of weird shit you were into, your current, hyper-enhanced arousal winning out over your reluctance to be turned on by her sultry voice. The slightly humiliating situation of Rio’s faux-aware attitude towards you was now helping aid your progress towards the eminent peak of arousal, her dirty talk turning you on against your will. If you could have done anything in particular to suck up her sweat quicker and please your goddess, you would have done it. Alas, it seemed that currently you and her legs were locked in a state of equilibrium, where you absorbed and neutralized her sweat at roughly the same rate as her legs continuously produced it. While your body was still completely saturated, you could not make any progress back towards softness and please her like this. Rio pressed her foot down hard on the brake to come to a stop on the highway, scrunching her toes to relieve a slight itch. Looking ahead, she was annoyed to see that the rush hour traffic had come to a complete standstill, and so close to the airport too. Reaching her hand down between her legs and feeling her wet pantyhose, she feigned disappointment, knowing there was no way the tights would be dry after just a few minutes. She moved her hand over to the center console and began to roll down her windows, turning up the fans, though they could only blow warm air due to the broken conditioning. Dissatisfied with having to wait for a traffic jam, Rio looked down at her legs, the sheer pantyhose glistening with her sweat and looking quite sexy in the bright sunlight. As she addressed your lackluster performance, Rio pressed a finger deep into the sweaty flesh of her thigh, concentrating you there and unknowingly forcing you to make eye contact with her as she removed her finger and spoke.

“Well, I thought I'd be nice and hold allllll my farts in ‘til I could get to the airport bathroom, just for you Hosey, well, mostly for me, since I had to keep the windows closed until now. But since you are just barely doing your job as a sweatrag right now anyways, fart filtering should be fine to add to the list, right? If you don't like it, just think of it as a punishment for failing to absorb everything in time. I'll make it worse for you when we get home if it starts to stink too much, ok? And since I decide when it's too much, you better filter it all up nice and good, just like you've been doing so well the past few days.”

As utterly humiliating as it was, this attitude of hers was a turn-on for you: this is what you had wanted from the experience with the facility employees, of course without the farts and sweat. You realized now this was the same sort of way Rio had teased you whenever you guys would prank each other. Although the context and words were all different, she was putting on the same sort of act now with her voice and behavior. You started to orgasm as Rio continued talking down to you, letting loose a string of gross farts directly into your stretched fiber. She had stretched your body to the absolute limit, trapping you directly against her butthole. The tight workout shorts directly behind you trapped as much of the gas brewing about inside your pantyhose body as possible. Although you didn't need to breathe oxygen to survive in this form, you had no option but to follow your programming of “odor filtration” and suck it up. Her gas smelled especially horrendous today, multiplicatively worse than before, which sent you over the edge into complete rapture. Ten minutes passed by as Rio occasionally inched forward in the car, entertaining herself by toying with and talking down to you. Sniffing the humid air, Rio seemed satisfied to find no smell of her farts. However, she wasn’t pleased that her tights were still soaked through with sweat. Seeing the still unmoving traffic ahead, Rio parked the car in order to freely rub her thighs roughly around to try to “help” get rid of the sweat. As you helplessly continued to cum from the intense, ever-shifting sources of pleasure from her body, she farted again, and you were finally knocked out from pure pleasure by the sheer intensity of the vibration and odor. As you blissfully 'slept', Rio's sweat continued to drip-feed through your throat, her legs wringing the sweat out all over your now senseless tongue. She was going to make sure you completed your job to the very last drop.

Chapter 6: Changing Hands

In which your sister makes an overconfident bet, and you suffer the consequences...

Finally, after a long and grueling journey, Rio had reached the oasis of the airport bathroom, air conditioning providing quick relief to her problems. You had reawakened and started recovering from your intense bout with the settings of this shitty transformation. Your body was still wrapped around Rio’s feet but currently bunched up mercifully around her ankles as she sat on the toilet, offering you a brief reprieve from the depths of her sweaty cheeks. You weren't exactly prepared to go through another 40 minutes of that when driving home, but you realized she at least couldn't talk to ‘you’ with your stepmom in the passenger seat, at least not without looking like a total idiot. Back to being just a completely normal pantyhose, then…

A little while later, you had finally finished soaking up all of Rio’s sweat as she sat down on you in the cool lobby, waiting for your mother. Bored, Rio began to absent-mindedly rub her hand on her thigh, smiling as she felt the softness having returned to her tights. Eventually, Rio spotted Shia from afar looking around, and stood up to go greet her. Your stepmother Shia was a tall, beautiful woman, with smooth skin and dark, shoulder-length hair. She still looked fairly young thanks to her healthy dieting, but her body was not exactly as in shape as your current captor. While Rio’s big butt and thick thighs were well toned in addition to being soft and bouncy, Shia’s bottom was almost all fat, with wider hips and thighs. She was currently wearing a white tee and gray yoga pants that struggled to constrain her curves into a trimmer shape. You had heard no end of praise about Shia and her ‘meaty’ lower half from your father, who clearly lacked a filter on his words since you’d become an adult. Shia was unlikely to help you out from this current predicament- unlike Rio, she was not the type to snoop on your business. That being said, she could be just as ditzy and thoughtless as Rio, so you didn't hold much hope of her discovering or deducing what had happened while she was gone on her business trip.

The two beautiful women hugged and exchanged pleasantries, chatting about the business trip as they waited for Shia’s luggage to come through on the belt. After Rio helped pack her stuff in the trunk and backseat and finally pulled out of the airport, Shia asked a question that had been on her mind:

“If the AC’s broken, sweetie, why did you wear those black tights that look like they're for the winter? Surely you have some white leggings like me, or something else that wouldn't get so hot.”

“Uhh… see, you're right, Mom, usually that would be the case. But, in this heat, no matter what I wear, I'll be sweating, right? Remember I told you I had something to deal with the sweat? Even though these black tights absorb a lot of heat, they're not just normal tights.”

“What do you mean? Are they actually cooling fabric or something?”

“Nope, they're just as warm to the touch as you would expect. What's special about them is that they wick off literally every drop of sweat you throw at them! On top of that, they're super stretchy and don't get crusty from sweat. So, even though they're gonna get really sweaty, I won't need to wipe my sweat off the seat, and I won't need to wash them later. They literally won’t stink. Isn't that crazy?”

“That… seems like an exaggeration, Rio. On a day like today, there's simply no fabric in existence that could be saturated with sweat and not need a wash of any kind.”

“Oh yeah? Would you bet on that?”

“Probably. The condition being that those tights need to be clean and ‘literally’ odorless, without being washed, when we get home?”

“Yeah. It might take a little while after we get back because I'll be sweating so much but you'll see! I haven’t washed them yet and they don’t stink at all, but, maybe I just can’t smell my own body odor or something.”

“... and what about the seat being clean?”

“Oh, hehe, that one might be an exaggeration, it was clean when I got to the airport though!”

“Well, how about, if I win, you'll lend me those tights for a bit. You said they're extremely stretchy and high-quality, right?”

‘No… no no no no no. Don’t you dare, Rio.’ you pleaded.

“How long?”

“Huh?”

“How long do you want them?”

“Oh. I don't know, maybe two or three days every once in a while?”

“Two days for now, deal. I’ll think about lending ‘em to you again after. If I win, you're going to take me to the mall and treat me.”

‘Oh, fuck me. I’m supposed to drink all her sweat for her stupid bet, just so she can go shopping? Not like I really have a choice...’

“Okay, fine, limited to a couple hundred dollars, sure. That actually sounds fun, we haven’t gone out in a while. But in that case, if I win, you should treat me to something of equal value.”

“Fine, if you win I'll treat you to… a spa trip. But you won't. These are a gift from bro and I'm confident they will not let any of my sweat crust them up.”

“Oh, they were a gift from him? For what occasion?”

“Oops. Well, uh, they were supposed to be for my birthday, but I accidentally opened the package up when it arrived...”

“Rio! How many times do I have to tell you to stop snooping on your brother's stuff! How do you know they weren’t for a girlfriend? Ugh, at least this time it seems it didn't cause that much trouble…”

“Hah, that loser doesn’t have a girlfriend, I’d know for sure. If these aren’t for me, well, he has some explaining to do!” Rio chuckled.

Down in Rio’s butt, you rejoiced at hearing Shia scolding Rio for messing with your stuff. However, she was wrong about one thing, Rio definitely did cause a lot of fucking trouble! You were trapped in these tights thanks to her snooping, and clearly no amount of prior scolding from Shia had stopped her from meddling with your shit this time. Also, as the prize in this bet, you were terrified of being lent to Shia: It was exceedingly rare due to their high durability, but you had heard of cases of transformed items being ripped, cracked, or otherwise broken, and they couldn't be restored even once repaired. If there was any bottom you knew of that could demolish a pair of transformed tights, it was Shia’s.

“Well, I can change what I want to just the spa trip, then. I wouldn't want to break in something you got as a present, dear…”

‘Yes! Yes, please! Don’t lend me to her! I’ll be torn and trapped forever!’

“No, it's alright, I'll lend them to you. If they do tear, I can still return them, but besides, I'm very, very confident they won't tear.”

‘NOOOOOOOO! WHY!’

“Really? They already look a bit tight on you, no offense, and my bottom is, well, a good deal larger than yours…”

“Seriously, these are even stretchier than those yoga pants. They can take a serious beating without losing their elasticity, trust me. If you want, think of it as a test of their capabilities to be my pantyhose partner for life.”

Shia was clearly a bit weirded out by that statement, but said nothing on that matter: “Well, I still doubt that it can withstand the sweat and not get crusty at all. No other pair you've ever found has been able to do that.”

“You just wait and see! These were marketed as ‘life-changing’ after all.”

 ~~ 45 minutes later ~~

Somewhere along the course of the intense road trip, you had passed out again. When you fell unconscious on the way to the airport, you had woken up in time to finish your job. This time, the sweat building up in you had reached its limit, and when you were out, that sweat evaporated in the solar oven that was the car, drying into a crispiness on your fibers that was characteristic of Rio’s many other tights. Currently, shavings of that sweat crust were being flung off of you as you were scrubbed violently by Rio. She was frantically trying to clean you off with her hands in an effort to win the bet by not “washing” you, even waving you around in the air and whacking you against her bed to remove any crust. After a good deal of flailing about, she dropped you onto the comforter and caught her breath. Although you didn’t have any breath to catch, you also needed a moment to regain yourself after being mangled so thoroughly. Composing herself, Rio proceeded to talk down to you:

“Well, Hosey, you tried your best but this was quite the pitiful result. I will say, the crusty sweat came off of you quite well, but you got just as much crust as any other pair, and removing it required effort. From me. I expect better next time but for now, it seems Mama Shia will be administering your… punishment, for losing the bet. My punishment is to treat her to the spa. How horrible.” Rio giggled at the irony as you mentally writhed in anger, legitimately fearing that you had been condemned to a possible death by booty. Rio picked you up and walked out of her room, thinking that hopefully Shia would judge it as clean enough since they clearly didn’t stink and the fibers were still pretty soft.

Unfortunately, despite Rio’s best attempt, as she presented your thin, empty body to the waiting eye of Shia, there were still some remnants of the sweat-boarding torture you had received earlier: a few patches of slight crustiness, barely visible to the naked eye, but definitely noticeable by touch. As Shia’s soft hands felt around your body, she pointed out these spots that remained imperfect, judging it as her win. However, she was genuinely impressed that these pantyhose were still almost fresh and odorless despite the deluge of sweat from the drive, proving that what her daughter had said wasn’t at all a lie. These could certainly be worn again without a wash, but Shia wanted to push her win now that there was a spa trip on the line. She had seen and heard Rio frantically trying to clean the tights, so she knew that they had to have gotten crusty even before examining them closely. Looking down, the sweat on her own legs had somewhat dried up, but between her thick thighs and in her butt, she could feel there was still a lot of sweat remaining trapped in her moist yoga pants… you noticed her grin and shuddered as you remembered their bet.

“So, Rio… Shall I start on my two days as soon as I give these a wash?”

“Well…I know the bet was that you win if they need a wash, so like, you probably think it’s weird if you don’t wash them first before wearing them, but… don’t wash them.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, they’re hyper-absorbent or whatever right? So far, they still don’t stink at all. I didn’t hear you say it but I could tell when I saw you sniff them. So, I want to see how long it takes to make them reek, or if they even ever will. You understand, right?”

“Uhh, I guess. And you’re right, when I gave them a whiff they really weren’t smelly at all. Kind of a miracle. What are they made out of?

‘Your idiotic fucking stepson! Get me out of here!’

“Hah, I have no clue! Can’t be some normal shit like nylon or spandex, but there wasn’t much information, maybe it’s a trade secret. They were definitely advertised as able to absorb a lot of sweat and smell, as well as being exponentially more stretchy and durable compared to any normal pair of pantyhose.”

“Well, if you’re fine with me starting my two days right now, that’s perfect since I have a few days off, I’ll go change and try them on. Is that fine?”

“Have at ‘em, I’m gonna shower, show me how they fit when I come out, k? Looking at them now compared to you, it’s a wonder how they will fit over that fat ass of yours!”

“Hey! Watch your attitude!”

Rio laughed as she walked away, leaving you with the completely unaware Shia. You prepared yourself for what was about to happen. If Rio’s butt had brought you to the brink of losing yourself, how intense would Shia’s be? If you tore, you would either die or live out the rest of time as pantyhose, neither sounding very great. Was death really the preferable option to a long life of sexual and mental torture by the hands of your own family? Even if you made it through this physically intact, would the rest of you be?

To be continued…