Prototype Testing - Panties TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Clothing TF, Unaware
Theo was three weeks into his dream internship at Veranica Intimates, one of the biggest clothing firms in the country and he had exactly one problem. Veranica brand only made women's clothes. Specifically, women's underwear and Theo was a twenty three year old guy whose entire understanding of pan…
Theo was three weeks into his dream internship at Veranica Intimates, one of the biggest clothing firms in the country and he had exactly one problem. Veranica brand only made women's clothes. Specifically, women's underwear and Theo was a twenty three year old guy whose entire understanding of panties came from removing maybe four pairs in his life, none of them slowly. But Theo was ambitious and worse, Theo was stubborn. So when the intern design challenge came up, he stayed late three nights running and produced his masterpiece. Red panties, cherry bright satin, with a crisp white trim along the waistband and leg holes. He'd given them a "special form" too, his own innovation, a cut he was convinced was revolutionary. Narrower gusset for a "sleeker line." Different seam placement "for style." Elastic distribution he'd calculated himself, from math, instead of from any human woman's body. He printed the renders, made the sample, and marched into the review meeting like a soldier into a wood chipper. The CEO sat at the head of the table. Ingrid Falkenrath, fifties, silver blonde hair in a knife sharp bob, a black suit that cost more than Theo's car, and pale gray eyes that had ended careers between sips of espresso. Beside her sat Theo's supervisor, Miss Okonkwo, who took one look at the sample and made a sound like she'd been stepped on. "The gusset," Dawn said carefully, holding the panties up, "is an inch too narrow. The seam here would sit directly against the... Theo. Theo, have you ever SEEN women's underwear?" "The line is sleeker," Theo said. "The elastic fabric would ride up constantly. This would eat itself into a wedgie within ten steps." "It's a bold silhouette!" The room was embarrassed FOR him. Second hand shame thick enough to spread on toast. And a smarter man would have taken the notes, but Theo protected his design like a mother bear, arms crossed, chin up, deflecting every critique with buzzwords, and that was when CEO Falkenrath set down her espresso and smiled for the first time in the meeting. 'Stubborn,' she thought, studying him like a lab specimen. 'Stubborn is useful. Stubborn volunteers for things... hehehe' "You believe in the product?" she asked. "One hundred percent!" "You'd say the comfort is beyond reproach. That ANYONE would be happy wearing them?" "Absolutely! Honestly? Even I would be fine being them." The room went quiet. Falkenrath's smile widened by a millimeter, which for her was a standing ovation. "Wonderful," she said. "We have a way to make it a reality." Which is how, hours later, Theo found himself in a cardboard box. How did this happen. He kept replaying it. The consent forms sliding across the table faster than he could read. Falkenrath's voice, silk over steel: "Product embodiment testing. Standard practice for designers who stand behind their work. Unless, of course, you'd like to withdraw the design and admit your supervisor was right?" And his stupid, STUBBORN mouth saying "Fine... FINE! Do it!" The machine had been a ring of white light, a sensation like being unraveled sleeve first, his whole body folding, softening, flattening, bones and muscle and everything else compressing down into layered satin and elastic and thread. It hadn't hurt. It had felt, horrifyingly, kind of amazing, every nerve he owned redistributed across two thin layers of red fabric and a white trim waistband. Now he lay folded in tissue paper inside a box marked "SAMPLE 7 / EXTENDED WEAR TEST" and every jostle of the courier cart translated through his fabric like fingers. He wiggled helplessly against the tissue. 'Okay, it's fine Theo… one test. I prove the design works, they turn me back, I'm a legend. The intern who BECAME the revolutionary product to bring it to market! That's a promotion story!' The box opened. The face that loomed over him belonged to Priscilla, professional fit tester and Theo's flat satin heart sank and soared at once. She was gorgeous and ENORMOUS in every direction that mattered. Mid thirties, platinum hair piled in a lazy bun, heavy lidded blue eyes, and a body built like a stress test. Breasts that strained her tank top, soft round belly, and hips, HIPS, wide and thick, with thighs like a nutcracker championship and an ass that entered rooms before she did. 'Cute little design,' she thought, lifting him out and snapping the elastic once. 'Trim's clean. Gusset looks... hmmm… narrow. Well… that's what testing's for.' **SNAP** 'AHHHH~' The elastic snap rang through his entire being like a slap on bare skin. She hooked her thumbs into his leg holes, stepped in and pulled him UP. Theo's world became flesh. Her calves sliding through him, then those thighs, warm and soft and endless, his fabric stretching, stretching, STRETCHING to get over them, elastic straining, every inch of contact registering as skin on skin because his skin was all he was. 'Oh god~ oh god she's so warm, everything is so warm~' Then she settled him into place and her pussy pressed again
