Revenge is the best! - Panties TF
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Revenge is the best! - Panties TF The darkness of the drawer had become Eckbert's entire world. Months bled together, his awareness dimming and flickering. Only the occasional burst of light as Lieselotte searched for fresh underwear brought him back to full consciousness. Those brief moments were a cruel reminder of his former humanity. "God, why do I still keep these?" Lieselotte would mutter, fingers brushing his permanently stained fabric. Once pristine white, he was now a disturbing canvas of yellowed patches and crusty brown stains. The elastic was worn out, and the cotton stretched and misshapen from countless intimate encounters. In his sober moments, Eckbert could feel how degraded his form had become. The musty drawer smell had seeped into his very fibers. When desperation drove Lieselotte to wear him, her nose would wrinkle in disgust. "Ughhhh," she'd groan, reluctantly sliding him up her thighs. "These are absolutely disgusting. I really need to do some fucking laundry." Those rare wearings - perhaps ten times in total - were both blessing and torture. Each time her warm flesh pressed against him, memories of his endless months as her intimate garment would flood back. The dampness, the friction, the humiliation... yet part of him still thrilled at the contact, even as his consciousness rebelled against such thoughts. The family was preparing for their annual visit to his grandparents' house. His mother would be there too, though she hadn't communicated with him mentally in months. He was sure she was too absorbed in her magical research to spare a thought for her transformed son. In her workshop, arcane energies crackled as she pursued her latest obsession. Lieselotte packed in a rush, carelessly throwing all remaining panties including Eckbert into her overnight bag. The darkness inside was different from his drawer. It was more confined and crushed between other garments. Time lost meaning again until light suddenly flooded in. His grandmother Hildegard's face appeared above, her keen eyes immediately narrowing as she spotted him among Lieselotte's unpacked underwear. Unlike others affected by Brunhilde's memory spell, her powerful magic had protected her mind. "Mein Gott in Himmel," she breathed, ancient magic crackling around her fingers as she snatched up his fabric form. Complex gestures and harsh German words filled the air. Reality twisted violently around Eckbert. His consciousness exploded outward as threads became flesh, fabric transformed into skin. Every fiber screamed as it reformed into human tissue. He collapsed naked on the floor, lungs heaving as they remembered how to breathe. "Khhhhaaah!" he gasped, throat raw. "Grandmother! Th-thank you!" Hildegard's face darkened dangerously as he explained everything between ragged breaths. Without a word, she grabbed his trembling arm and dragged him towards Brunhilde's room. His mother's face went chalk-white when she saw them in the doorway. "Mother, I can explain-" "SCHWEIGEN!" Hildegard's power filled the room like a thunderstorm. Complex runic symbols appeared in the air as she gestured. Brunhilde's form is blurred, collapsed in on itself, and reformed into delicate red lingerie, dropping to the floor. "There," Hildegard said, voice cold as winter as she lifted the transformed Brunhilde. "A fitting punishment for your cruelty. One month as lingerie... with each staining adding another day." She turned to Eckbert. "Call your aunt. She deserves to know everything." Lieselotte arrived moments later, face contorting with fury at Eckbert as the truth was revealed. But her anger focused laser-like on Brunhilde's transformed state. "Finally," she growled, snatching up the red panties. "Payback for all your 'teaching moments' sister." Her smile turned predatory as she slid Brunhilde up her thighs. "All those times you transformed me into pets and vermin... I'm already wet just thinking about this," she purred, hands roaming her body. "Let's see how YOU like being soaked through." She began grinding against the fabric, Brunhilde's consciousness helpless to resist the friction and spreading dampness. "Mmmmmh... can you feel that sister?" Lieselotte moaned, fingers working herself through the delicate fabric. "Your nephew might have enjoyed our intimate moments, but I'm going to make sure you hate every second." Her movements grew more intense, her breathing heavy. "That's right... take it all in... every... last... drop!" She climaxed with a shudder, thoroughly soaking the transformed panties. Hours later, preparing for dinner, Lieselotte examined the thoroughly stained red fabric. "Mmm, crusty already," she smirked, running a finger along the moisture-darkened crotch. "That's at least three extra days added to your sentence. And we're just getting started..." She pulled on a pristine white sundress, the transformed Brunhilde pressed intimately against her most sensitive areas. "Time for family dinner, dear sister," L
