William sat on a couch in the living room, watching TV. His mom, Julie, was sitting on a couch chair by the side, her legs resting on the living room table.
William had a hard time not peeking over at her, especially her long, stubby legs, and her white-sock-covered feet, which weren't completely white any longer.
She had long dark brown hair, often tied into a ponytail. Her figure was slightly overweight, accentuating her wide hips and protruding bottom. Her chest was not massive, but not small, either. As she was thirty-nine, her face had a few wrinkles around her eyes, but they were hidden well under her black-rimmed glasses. Besides this, her face wasn't overly beautiful, but still shone with a mature and gentle feeling, which often pulled at William's heartstrings.
He knew he was weird, crushing over his mother like this. But what was he supposed to do? She encapsulated the most perfect woman in his mind. And not just her appearance.
Since his dad had left her, she had raised him on her own, working overtime to pay off their needs.
William had always been an obedient child, to not stress his mother out more, but he knew that nothing he did could completely take away the stress of being a single mother.
But his mother had never blamed him, always treating him with care and love.
At some point, William realized that he had fallen in love with his mother, not only as a parent, but also as a woman.
Turning his head back to the screen, he caught his reflection in the TV screen. He was well endowed. Six-foot-three-inches tall, with short brown hair, sharp facial features, and deep green eyes. He had started working out a while ago, in the hope of being able to help his mother more. As such, he had a toned body with wide shoulders.
He was not unaware of how handsome he was.
He knew there was never a chance that his mother would ever catch feelings for him, but he still felt like he had to do everything in his power before giving up, his appearance being one of these.
He was currently eighteen, having just graduated from high school. It was currently spring break, but he knew that, as soon as college started, he would have to move. This thought would sadden him every time it entered his mind.
Trying to forget his feelings, he focused on the screen again--
"... a hundred cases of body morphia have been reported in the last year, a decrease of about fifty percent of last year's numbers..."
"Hmm, I was shocked when I first heard of this thing, but it seems the chances of it affecting us are low," his Mother's soothing voice sounded in his ear.
He nodded. "Yes, fortunately."
A few years ago, a new disease had been discovered. Basically, people were turning into random objects.
When people first realized this, there was a major panic. After all, there was seemingly no way of avoiding it.
Yet soon, this panic died. There were two reasons for this. One, the condition was rare.
Second, the cure was quickly discovered.
In simple terms, you just had to use the object as intended for around a month, before it would turn back by itself.
Scientists were still trying to find an explanation for the phenomenon, but there was no doubt that this method was effective.
William had been one of those in fear, at first, yet hearing this number, he realized there was nothing to worry about. After all, a hundred people in the whole wide world were affected over a year. That wasn't even 0.001 percent.
Time went by and it got late. Julie stood up from her seat and stretched, making William gawk for a moment. "Well, I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late."
After saying that, she smiled at William. He realized he may have been staring too intently at her and became slightly embarrassed.
However, this didn't stop him from peeking at his mother's wide and full sweatpants-covered bottom, swaying its way out of the room. When she closed the door, he released a short sigh.
Filled with complex emotions, he decided to distract his mind by focusing on the TV. Before long, his eyelids began to feel heavy. Then, without noticing when, he fell asleep...
After an indeterminate amount of time, he woke up. As he opened his eyes and saw the living room ceiling, he remembered he had fallen asleep while watching TV.
Judging by the fact that he could still hear the TV, he knew he had woken up before his mother.
Thinking this far, he tried sitting up, yet nothing happened.
'Hmm?'
William quickly began feeling fear well up inside him. Once again, he tried to move his body, but there was no response.
That was when he realized, his body felt incomparably different from before, like its shape had completely changed.
Panic quickly ensued in him. After all, no rational human would be able to remain calm when suddenly being unable to move their limbs.
Yet, just as he began to panic, he remembered the news from yesterday.
Judging by all the signs around him, he slowly began calming down a bit. He might have been turned into an object.
This thought sounded more and more likely as he thought about it. He couldn't help laughing derisively inside.
Just moments ago, he had been thinking this new disease had nothing to do with him, yet here he was, struck by it out of nowhere.
However, he no longer felt nearly as scared as before. After all, there was a clear cure for the disease. Even though it was quite annoying that he had to spend a whole month as an object, it was far better than the worst he had imagined when he first realized he couldn't move his body.
Thinking this far, he calmed down and waited. His mother would wake up any second. She might deduce what had happened once she found out he was gone without him telling her anything.
Also, he wasn't certain what object he had been transformed into, but he likely looked out of place, lying in the middle of the couch. This should be a big clue.
Considering his mother was generally quick-witted, he wasn't particularly worried about being found, and, instead, waited patiently for her...
Sure enough, there didn't pass much time before his mother walked into the living room, looking confused and worried. She had woken up twenty minutes ago. Seeing it being so late, she had gone to see if William had also woken up, yet she was surprised to find him not in his room.
She began searching for him. Since the house wasn't so big, it didn't take long for her to reach the living room.
Once she entered, and did a quick scan over, one thing quickly caught her eye.
On the couch, in the exact spot William had been sitting yesterday, laid an object.
It was a pair of panties.
They were pure white, and looked incredibly clean, without a speck of dust on them.
Julie didn't have to think long before determining that they weren't hers. After all, none of her underwear looked like that.
As she had also been watching the news yesterday, where the new object transformation condition was mentioned, she also quickly began suspecting what might have happened.
Going over, she picked up the underwear. Instantly, a comfortable feeling spread over her fingers.
On the other hand, William felt the warmth of his mother's hand and was instantly comforted.
Julie didn't hesitate. Despite being an object, if this was William, it would be possible to find out by doing some tests at the hospital.
Just to be certain, she first tried to call her son's phone, but she quickly heard it ring in his room.
At this point, all clues were pointing towards the same conclusion. The pair of panties in her hand were her son.
Her motherly instinct quickly kicked in, and she didn't hesitate before calling the local hospital, acquiring an appointment for her to get the panties tested.
An hour later, she arrived there. Walking inside, she was shown to a doctor's office, where a female doctor received her.
"Welcome, Miss Johnson. We are going to perform some quick tests to be certain. It shouldn't take more than half an hour."
With that, Julie began calming down a little. She handed 'William' over to a nurse, who left the room.
As the doctor had said, it didn't take long before she returned with 'William' and a report in her hands.
The doctor looked it over briefly before nodding. "As you suspected, Miss Johnson, this piece of underwear is, indeed, your son."
Despite having suspected it, she still felt a little troubled at the confirmation.
"Well, as you may know, the only cure we are currently aware of is using the object as intended for a month. As this is quite a unique situation, I suspect it might be hard to find someone to take the job, but we do offer you to leave him in our care."
Once Julie heard this, she shook her head. There was no way she would let her dear son be in this form longer than necessary.
Who knew how long it would take to hire someone for it?
As such, with a voice filled with motherly determination, she said, "That won't be necessary. Thank you for your time, doctor."
With that, she took 'William' and left the room, determined to turn him back to normal as quickly as possible.
On the other hand, the doctor shot a weird look at the pair of panties in Julie's hand. This was the first time she had heard of such a unique transformation.
...
Determined to help her son as soon as possible, Julie quickly drove home again.
However, when she got home and began calming down, she began realizing slowly what it entailed to help her son.
She hadn't considered it so deeply before, only focused on the fact that she wanted her son to return to his true self again. Now, as she looked at the pure white panties in her hands, her heart began beating quicker.
'By using him, that means...' A flush covered her cheeks.
She would have to use her son as underwear. Meaning, that she would be pressing him against her nether regions for an entire month, forcing him to endure all things that followed with that.
On top of it all, as the doctor had said, you had to use the object as intended. Naturally, if you showed too much care in your use, it would no longer count towards the month needed for the cure.
This meant there was no way around him having to smell...
Julie became more and more embarrassed, but also felt like she had made the right decision after all. Finding someone to do this task would indeed have been difficult.
Feeling she had excused how weird the situation was, she went into the bedroom. Once inside, she removed the pants she was wearing. As they slid down her legs, her alluring thick thighs slowly entered 'William's' eyes, as he was currently lying on top of her bed.
In reality, anyone else would have been in despair and disgusted if they were in his position. The mere fact that it was his mother who would be using them would send shivers down their spine.
But ironically, William had never felt so lucky in his entire life. Sure, he had been scared when he first realized he had transformed, but that quickly changed into happiness once he found out what he had become.
He knew this meant he was quite the sick pervert. After all, objects still retained all their senses besides being able to move. This naturally meant he would be experiencing every odor and flavor that came in contact with him.
To some, you could even say most, this was a spine-chilling idea, yet William, instead, became excited.
This made him feel incredibly guilty inside, as he even felt like he was taking advantage of his mother, but he was unable to quench the butterflies rustling in his stomach.
Even now, that excitement was only rising as he watched his mother's hands reach for the hem of her panties.
Then, she began pulling them down, but the part between her thighs and butt hung back for a moment, clearly stuck in something, before falling, too.
As William imagined what had caused this part to pause, his arousal reached a new plateau.
On the other hand, Julie became more and more embarrassed as time went on. In her mind, William was probably disgusted by the idea of having to serve as his thirty-nine-year-old mother's underwear. Yet, she was determined to help him.
Picking him up, she said, "Sorry, William. I know this is probably awful for you, but it has to be done. As you know, I can't be too careful with my use, or it won't have any effect, but please bear with it for a month. Let's just agree to forget it all when the month is over, okay?"
Seeing how worried and guilty his mother's eyes were, William felt incredibly guilty for being so aroused. However, he once read something online about this condition, which alleviated some of his guilt.
At that time, he hadn't thought deeply about it, as he didn't think it concerned him, but now, he hoped for it to be true. That way, he might even be able to repay his mother a bit for the trouble she had to go through...
After saying her piece, she hesitated no further. After all, every second that passed was another second her son had to live as an object.
Hence, she began moving her hands. Then, she raised one leg, before sticking it through one of the holes, before doing the same for the other leg.
With both legs inside, nothing was left but to pull them up. Pausing for a mere moment, she built up her courage and pulled.
"Ah."
A short squeak of surprise sounded, as Julie felt the pair of panties settle around her crotch and bottom.
After the surprise, her hand tensed slightly, as she even pulled them a little higher up.
The reason was simple. As soon as she felt the panties around her, a deep comfort and pleasure surrounded her nether regions like she had never felt before. It wasn't a sensual pleasure, but more like the comfort of covering yourself in a warm duvet in the middle of winter.
Happy jitters rushed through her body. She had never been so comfortable in her life. Therefore, unconsciously, she had pulled the panties tighter onto herself. She felt the comfort spread even further, into all her cracks, against her...
She suddenly snapped out of her trance, quickly letting go.
But that didn't stop the comfort. She had been struggling lately with finding underwear that fit her. After all, as she had grown older and put on a few kilos, her figure had become fuller and rounder. Her usual underwear began to be too tight, yet she hadn't been able to find the perfect fit yet.
The sensation of the panties she was wearing wasn't just perfect. It was beyond that. She did not doubt that a real pair of panties would never be able to emulate this feeling.
Trying to put it into words was difficult, yet it was like wearing clouds. She didn't feel naked, yet she didn't feel restrained at all, either.
Realizing this, she began feeling a little happy inside, which embarrassed her. Was she actually thinking it was nice having her son pressed against her nether regions?
A flush covered her face, as she vehemently tried to deny this notion. She was just doing this to help him go back to normal...
Meanwhile, as Julie was being filled with various complex emotions, William was, instead, filled with a single one-- deep arousal.
To him, he was currently in heaven.
The first sensation he felt was the incredibly softness and warmth of his mother's skin. When he felt himself press up against it even tighter, that feeling only became more intense.
But this was only the beginning. Soon, before his eyes extended a pink ravine, surrounded by a lush forest of brown curly pubic hair.
Just the thought of this sight had caused him many sleepless nights in the past, yet here it was, right before his eyes.
Before long, he was pressed right into this lush view, accompanied by an incredibly sensual smell, which he had never experienced before. Within that smell, there was also a bit of sourness and a little bit of the smell of pee.
This made William's mind reel. He would have climaxed instantly if it wasn't impossible in the form he was in.
Yet, his mind was instantly pulled back, as another smell touched his senses.
This time, it was sour and musky, with a clear hint of the disgusting smell of shit.
Naturally, he didn't need to consider what the smell was originating from.
It was his mother's asshole. As she had pulled him even tighter onto herself, he was pressed right against her brown shit hole, fully experiencing all the odors surrounding it.
He had to admit, this was one of the foulest smells he had experienced, yet knowing it was coming from his mother, instead, made this the most heavenly musk.
As he shifted his attention and saw the sight of his mother's asshole right in front of his eyes, his mind blanked even further. Just thinking of the fact that he was being sandwiched between her full butt cheeks, smothered inside her most dirty place, made him wish he could ejaculate.
Not knowing how her son was currently relishing in her foul odors, Julie pulled on her jeans again, conveniently forgetting to fix the position of her panties.
'After all, I have to use them without care...'
With such excuses in mind, she subconsciously pulled on her pants a little tighter than usual, feeling the pleasure around her bottom grow slightly more intense.
With that, she continued her day. As she had been to the hospital around midday, it was currently afternoon. As such, she did her usual house-cleaning activities, before beginning to prepare dinner.
As she was doing all this, she realized that she had more energy for everything than usual. No matter what she was doing, she felt a deep comfort the whole time.
On the other hand, William had been surrounded by all her smells the whole time. As she did her chores, sweat would begin forming in her crevices, yet they were quickly absorbed by him. A sour and salty taste flowed into him the whole time.
But the real paradise was yet to arrive.
Because, suddenly, Julie felt an urge in her underbelly. She had to pee.
Becoming slightly embarrassed, she realized that there was no point in holding it, as it had to be done at some point.
With that, she arrived before the toilet, pulling down her jeans and 'William' with them.
As she felt her panties get pulled out from the position between her ass cheeks, a deep flush covered her face.
She had smothered her son in her ass and had made him endure the smell for quite a few hours.
Yet remembering the comfort she got out of it; a slight bit of happiness also filled her.
Sitting down on the toilet, she began releasing the liquid inside her.
Meanwhile, William was once again aroused. The sound of the pee hitting the toilet, as well as the irritating smell surrounding him, as he rested by his mother's ankles, was enough to make him doubt how lucky he could be.
Unfortunately, Julie quickly finished. Folding a piece of toilet paper, she wiped herself a little more than usual, before pulling on the panties again. As she felt the comfort return around her crotch and ass, a deep satisfaction filled her. She already felt a little addicted to this sensation.
On the other hand, as William made contact with his mother's crotch again, an even more intense smell, but also the taste of piss, filled his senses as he absorbed it all.
Despite doing her best to wipe herself clean, it wasn't possible to remove everything. Hence, William still ended up having to savor the taste of her piss.
Unaware of how her son was currently absorbing her residual pee, Julie once again continued her day.
This would repeat itself every time she had to pee, causing the toilet to be one of William's favorite spots in the house.
The hours passed. Soon, the sun went down, and it was time to go to bed.
A lot had happened today, and Julie did feel quite tired. She changed from her normal clothes into her nightdress, unable to help staring at the perfectly white panties sitting under her belly, complex emotions filling her.
Then, she got onto the bed and covered herself under the warm duvet.
What she instantly noticed was how comfortable this felt compared to usual. Under usual circumstances, she would have lain in her thoughts for quite a while before falling asleep, yet she instantly passed out.
The comfort, coupled with her mental exhaustion gathered through the day, made it impossible for her not to fall asleep.
William also realized this, and happiness filled him. It seemed he was helping his mother, and it wasn't just him enjoying this situation.
Filled with such feelings, he had no thoughts of sleeping tonight.
After all, he had his mother's stinking asshole right before him. The situation was too good to waste it on being asleep.
But William wasn't aware that something much greater was soon to greet him.
Despite knowing she shouldn't show too much care for 'William', to ensure the time counted towards turning him back to being human, Julie still found it too embarrassing to do one thing, which she usually did when no one was around.
Farting.
However, as she was asleep, her body subconsciously sought to make her more comfortable. Having held it in for the whole day, it was already bursting to be released.
William was just delightfully taken in the smell in his surroundings when--
*Prretthhthh!*
A burst of warm, hot air hit him, followed by the most rancid odor he had ever experienced in his life.
It contained the smell of shit, yet also the sulfuric smell of rotten eggs, and a nauseating sweetness.
Anyone else would have gagged, maybe even retched, in response to the odor. Of course, this wasn't the case for William.
He was overcome by arousal, to the point where he felt he might go insane. This was only intensified by the fact that he began absorbing all this foul smell.
It seemed the air coming out of his mother's ass was being trapped within the panties, forcing him to germinate in it until he had absorbed it all.
In comparison to just smelling the fart, this was a hundred times more intense. It was like his whole being was being encompassed in the stench.
Slowly, though, the smell surrounding him began to fade as he absorbed more and more of it.
Just as he was feeling dismayed at the air clearing up, his mother's asshole puckered once again--
*Prreehthhh!*
Another fart blasted out, as the foul odor of eggs and shit once again flowed into him. Thinking of how this rancid fragrance was passing out of his mother's ass made him want to absorb it more intensely than he already was.
Meanwhile, oblivious that she was currently forcing her son to smell her disgusting farts, Julie slept the best night's sleep she had ever had.
Eight hours passed in a fleeting moment, and Julie slowly opened her eyes again. She felt completely rested, as comfort filled her whole being.
In the past, she might have struggled to get out of bed, yet no such thing was needed this time.
As she climbed out from under the covers and stretched, her body was filled with comfort and satisfaction. She had never felt so well rested in her life.
And she didn't have to think long to realize what the cause had been. Once again peering down at the pure white panties, a deep flush began coloring her cheeks.
She began to slowly become more and more attached to this feeling. She even began feeling happy over the situation, which she had a hard time ignoring.
Shaking that thought out, she suddenly felt a tense feeling in her stomach. Thinking of what this meant, she became slightly more embarrassed again.
Putting on her clothes, she made her way to the toilet.
Sure enough, the feeling in her stomach was that she needed to shit.
Soon, she stood before the white toilet, before pulling down her pants and panties, letting them rest by her feet.
Sitting down and tensing her muscles, soon, plopping sounds began filling the room.
And naturally, a stench followed with it, which began making its way down to William, resting at her feet.
Noticing the scent, he felt arousal build in him thinking of what his mother was currently doing, 'If only...'
He dared not think further than that.
When Julie finished, she was extra careful to wipe until there was nothing left on the paper, before pulling on her panties and pants again.
Yet, just like the case with the pee, there was no way for her to remove every bit of residue left.
Instantly, as 'William' made contact with her waiting butthole, a vile flavor filled him. It was to the point where even he had a hard time not getting the urge to gag.
It was like he had eaten something that had sat rotting on the ground for days.
It was both dirty and intense, filled with a foul sweetness and bitterness, which wouldn't leave his mind.
Since it was only a small bit of residue, the taste only lasted for a moment, yet it quickly imprinted itself on William's mind.
Despite being disgusted this time, this only excited William further. It made it feel even more submissive when he cleaned it, despite his mind's strong urge to gag...
Having finished her business, and feeling more comfortable than ever, Julie found herself having the best day at work she had had in a long time.
Usually, she would be a little slow in the morning, but not this time. She had never felt as effective before.
It was to the point that, when she drove home, she couldn't help bouncing up and down in the seat from happiness, which meant William was continuously being pressed harder against her butthole.
Whether this was intentional or not, only she knew...
In the following days, this routine kept repeating. Julie had never been happier in her life. When she thought back to how things were before William had transformed, she became a little despondent thinking that those days would soon be returning, which made her feel incredibly embarrassed.
After all, it was her son she was wearing in the end.
On the other hand, William felt more and more aroused at his position. He even noticed that his mother stopped being careful with the wiping, which resulted in him having to clean more after each visit to the toilet.
And this development peaked one evening, as Julie sat on the toilet.
It had been a busy day at work. Despite having enjoyed the comfort of her panties, she still ended up being mentally exhausted when she got home.
As she sat on the toilet, doing her business, scenes from work kept playing through her head.
Soon, she was finished with her business. Yet because of her complete mental exhaustion and being distracted by other thoughts, an accident happened.
Without noticing, she stood up, pulling up her panties. Once they made contact with her awaiting butthole, a weird sensation traveled through her hands like she was pulling the panties against more mass than usual.
"Ah!"
Instantly she realized. She had forgotten to wipe herself.
Naturally, this meant all the residue of her toilet visit had been stuffed right into her panties.
"S-Sorry, William." After saying that, she quickly pulled down her panties.
As she looked inside, a deep flush covered her face. At the front, a circle of yellow moisture was sitting, clearly her piss.
However, what truly made her embarrassed was the back. A deep brown skid mark of her shit sat on the pure white panties. The contrast made the brown shit look even more disgusting.
She had forced her son to experience her shit.
"I'm sorry, William, I'll clean you right away." After saying that, she quickly sat down again and grabbed some toilet paper, intending to wipe herself clean before swiftly cleaning her son.
Yet as she led the paper to slide over her butthole, deep surprise filled her. There was no resistance.
Bringing the paper forward, she was shocked to see that not even a speck of shit was present on the paper.
'Could it be...' A weird thought entered her mind.
Then, she turned her eyes back to the panties, where another bout of surprise filled her. The skid mark that had been there before was no longer present, nor was the yellow circle.
This confirmed Julie's thought. When she had pulled her panties up, it had cleaned up after her, and judging by the fact that it was gone, meant that 'William' had probably absorbed it.
'...' Julie's mind blanked.
Then, complex feelings filled her. She had fed her son her urine and defecation...
This made her feel incredibly shameful. Yet, an emotion she found hard to admit also filled her.
Excitement.
This meant she didn't have to wipe as long as she just...
Her face flushed, 'No, what am I thinking? This is my son...'
However, once the thought had entered her mind, it didn't seem to want to leave.
She pulled on her panties again, yet she didn't say anything. Walking out the toilet, a glint of curiosity filled her eyes...
On the other hand, this whole experience had been like paradise for the perverted William.
He had just been chilling at his mother's feet, expecting to clean her up after she was done.
Yet what he had anticipated to only be the residue after her wiping, suddenly turned into a full-course meal.
The disgusting and acrid taste of shit, which he had only been experiencing momentarily in the past, was more intense than ever.
This time, he was even able to feel its pasty texture on top of its putrid taste, which made the whole flavor a thousand times more horrendous.
Anyone else would have wretched their guts in response to this, but William was, instead, filled with the greatest arousal he had ever experienced.
This was officially him serving as his mother's toilet paper, cleaning her dirty holes after she had done her business.
Another dream had become reality.
After having absorbed it all, despite still being consumed with excitement, a bit of regret also filled him. What if this was the last time he would be experiencing this...?
However, it turned out William's thoughts were unfounded.
This experience seemed to have switched something in Julie's mind. She couldn't help thinking back to the panties absorbing her shit and piss.
It even made her feel a weird tingling inside. An excitement she hadn't experienced for a long time. You could even call it sexual arousal.
As such, to her own surprise, when she used the toilet next time, without saying anything, she just pulled up her panties. As she felt the weird sensation of the panties being pressed against her pasty residues, the tingling feeling in her gut returned, and she relished in it for a moment.
Then, without even apologizing, she left the toilet.
Seeing this, William was overcome by joy and arousal. Not only because he was experiencing his mom's defecation again, but also because of how she acted.
'Didn't it seem like she was using me as toilet paper intentionally that time?'
And this speculation was soon confirmed. Just like last time, when Julie used the toilet again, she didn't wipe, and instead just pulled on the panties, maybe even a little tighter than usual.
Feeling the arousal inside her, she just relished in it.
She didn't know when, but at some point, she had stopped acknowledging the fact that what she was doing was degenerate-- forcing her son to clean up after she used the toilet.
The pleasure and satisfaction it provided had overwritten all of her reasoning. She just desired to experience the sensation of forcing her panties into her shit-covered ass again and again.
With that, her days became even more enjoyable than before, which she originally thought wasn't possible.
Not having to wipe herself after using the toilet not only saved her time, and gave her pleasure, but also meant she didn't need to feel the sensation of the dry paper running over her ass.
This, in turn, meant she reached a new level of comfort. Her every step felt like she was walking on clouds.
As such, when a week passed, and another, more sadness than joy filled her.
There was only a week until the time when the panties would be returning to be her son...
She knew she was being selfish, but the panties were just too addicting.
With such thoughts in mind, she continued her day.
This was a busy day. She had to run from client meetings to board meetings to social meetings. There was no end to her bookings.
Just as she was making her way down a hallway, on her way to see her colleagues for another meeting, a sensation filled her.
She had to pee.
However, seeing she was already about to be late, and thinking the meeting would end quickly, she decided to not go to the toilet.
Soon, she was sitting in a chair in the meeting room, surrounded by her other coworkers.
The sensation between her legs was growing by the minute. Just when she was celebrating that the meeting was about to be over, a hand was raised, "I have a suggestion..."
One of her coworkers came up with a possible solution to the problem they were tackling, which led to deep discussion in the meeting room. In the end, to Julie's great dismay, it was decided to extend the meeting.
Truth be told, she was also incredibly interested in the topic, so she found it hard to leave.
But the feeling between her legs was only swelling, to the point where it was even turning into pain.
Thinking she couldn't hold it any longer, she was just about to get up to leave, when one of her superiors turned towards her, "What do you think, Julie?"
With that, the whole room turned towards her.
Her heart dropped. This cut off all her chances to leave.
The thought of saying she had to use the restroom when all of her coworkers' expectant gazes were on her was just too embarrassing.
As such, she pushed through the pain, "I think..."
Ignoring the bursting urge inside her, she made the quickest dialogue she could of her thoughts. The people nodded, and the conversation moved on.
With that, she had the opportunity to leave, but she knew it was too late.
She was completely ready to burst. The pain was intolerable. If she stood up and walked, she knew her bladder wouldn't hold.
'Am I really about to piss myself in front of all my coworkers?'
Suddenly, she regretted not just dismissing herself earlier. After all, that would have been better than her wetting herself like this.
Filled with despair, a thought suddenly filled her mind. She remembered how her panties had absorbed her residual piss all those times.
'Maybe...'
Hope filled her, as well as a bit of excitement. She knew it was risky. After all, this was a whole other ball league of volume.
Yet maybe...
Realizing that she may be suffering in vain, her bladder was no longer able to hold back.
Before she could even think further--
*Pshshhhhhh*
A sound, which only William could hear, rang out within the panties, as a flood of hot yellow liquid spewed at him from his mother's pubic-covered vagina.
The flood was overwhelming, making William feel like he was drowning in his mother's sour and bitter urine, as he absorbed gulp after gulp of it.
On the other hand, feeling the pee being contained within her panties, all of Julie's fear and embarrassment was replaced by relief, followed by deep excitement and arousal.
Then, even she began pushing the pee out of herself, as the stream became even more intense.
Thinking that she was currently using her son as her piss toilet right in the middle of a meeting, she felt jitters of arousal through her entire body.
It took her whole being to refrain from releasing a moan of pleasure and satisfaction.
On the other hand, William was like a small boat in a stormy sea. The stream only grew more intense, as he felt his whole being overcome by the smell and taste of urine.
Despite this kind of situation, William's mind was, instead, filled with arousal.
His mother was using him as a toilet at this moment.
His deepest desire, one he had never imagined would come to be, was actually taking place, and he was experiencing all the flavors and smells that came with it.
Meanwhile, the mother in question was filled with happiness, as she felt her bladder empty itself. Once she was completely done, she felt the panties drying up at an impossible speed. This made the image of her son taking in all her piss even clearer in her mind.
A new feeling she had never experienced before welled up in her, which she found quite enjoyable.
Power.
She had just used another human as her toilet. What was more degrading than that?
Filled with confidence, she made her way through the meeting in stride, surprising even her other coworkers. After the meeting ended, her superiors even praised her for her efforts.
What had seemed like a nightmare of a situation had quickly made a one-eighty into a great boon of fortune.
And it was all thanks to her 'son'.
Thinking this, a sadistic smile covered her lips for the first time...
In Julie's mind, there was no longer any guilt. Her desire had grown to a degree where nothing could stop her.
As such, she no longer held back at all. When she got home, her mind was still filled with the sensation of pissing herself. A deep craving filled her. The craving to feel that sensation again.
Without hesitation, she threw her things on the couch, before making her way to her room.
Once inside, she quickly began undressing, before jumping under the covers.
Her mind was filled with excitement, and she could feel butterflies in her stomach. It had been a long time since she had felt like this.
Then, she moved her hand down under the duvet covering her. Soon, it had reached her vagina, where she placed it on top of the panties.
Then, with a violently throbbing heart, she relieved herself.
From her vagina, another yellow stream of piss spurted out, forcing William once again to absorb it.
Meanwhile, Julie began pressing against her panties, and her mouth couldn't help but release a moan, "Ahhnnn."
She wanted to feel like she was forcing 'William' into her piss, holding him in place as she did her business.
And sure enough, as she felt the power behind her stream, yet not even a bit of wetness on her fingers, her mind nearly went blank from arousal.
Power, pleasure, relief. All these things attacked her senses at once, and she could no longer hold herself back.
"Mhhnnnnn!"
With a guttural moan, she climaxed, her legs slamming together, as she continued pissing.
Her eyes went back into her head, as pleasure she had never imagined filled her.
Her hand holding the panties also tensed, pressing even harder than before.
On the other hand, William was overwhelmed by the taste of urine. Yet, he wasn't completely unaware of his mother's actions.
Realizing that she had just climaxed, incredible joy welled up in him.
A minute later, Julie finally recovered from her climax, as a deep satisfaction filled her. Her eyes began to close, as she went to sleep...
After that time, Julie no longer showed a hint of remorse. Whenever she had to pee, she would just do it in her panties.
Before, she would only be farting in her sleep, yet it had evolved into her doing so whenever she felt like it.
In her mind, whenever she forced something disgusting onto her son, joy and arousal filled her.
She had not been this sadistic before, but the pleasure that followed all of these acts had slowly made her more and more dominant.
William, on the other hand, couldn't have been happier with this development.
After all, this meant he was experiencing even more of her mother's disgusting parts than he was before.
But all these great things would seemingly come to an end soon.
Looking over at the clock, a deeply regretful look covered Julie's face. The time for the transformation to end had arrived.
At first, she had thought that one month seemed like an incredibly long time, yet as she stood here, it seemed to have gone by in a flash.
Thinking she would never experience the pleasure she had these past few weeks again; a deep sadness filled her.
'But this is also fine. At least my son will return...'
She tried to look at it from a positive angle, yet she experienced no real feelings of joy.
With each tick of the clock, another second passed.
Then, with one movement, it went past the designated time, as Julie slightly squinted her eyes, expecting William to just pop up...
Yet despite waiting a whole minute, nothing seemed to happen.
Confused, she checked her notebook, where she had written down the time of transformation. Sure enough, it was exactly a month ago now...
'What is going on?'
Filled with questions, she did what any other person in the modern age would do. She consulted the internet.
Looking for a minute, deep shock filled her, followed by excitement like she had never experienced before.
What caused this was the text on the screen. It was a hypothesis stated by a scientist researching the disease, "...like there have been cases where the desire to live has allowed some patients to survive horrific injuries, if a person afflicted with the disease doesn't desire to return to their human form, they may stay transformed..."
Every word scorched itself into Julie's eyes. Slowly, her eyes fell on the panties covering her bottom at the moment.
Standing up from the computer, she went over to the bed.
Then, with a ridiculing voice, she said, "So it turns out I wasn't the only one feeling pleasure from the situation. To think my son was such a massive pervert, enjoying serving as my underwear, taking in all my foul smells and taste, hmmm?"
A wide smile covered her face. "Well, since you are so fond of being pressed against my most disgusting areas, I guess it can't be helped. From now on, you'll just stay being my underwear."
As William heard his mother's ridicule, great embarrassment filled him, yet also an equal amount of arousal. He had been just as confused, yet hearing his mother's words, he could deduce that he wouldn't be returning to human form.
Thinking this, he was nearly overcome by joy. Despite being incredibly submissive before the transformation, it had never been to such a degree.
It seemed the act of existing as underwear had unknowingly made William even more submissive than he was before.
Meanwhile, Julie found it hard to contain all the feelings she had inside her, as a rumble sounded from her stomach.
It seemed the excitement had aroused a reaction in her guts.
Realizing this, a glint of sadistic arousal filled her eyes, as she eyed her former son again, "Well, since you have provided me with great pleasure over this month, it seems right that your mother should reward you, right? Well, I have just the thing for such a perverted little boy."
After saying that, she crawled onto the bed. Then, finding a comfortable position on her back, she spread her legs, which in turn also spread her ass cheeks wide.
Then, even extending her hands to help spread them even further, she said, "Here you go, enjoy." Deep excitement filled her voice, before--
*Pretthh*
A fart was released. As a result of her spreading her cheeks, William was pressed even tighter against her awaiting asshole.
The instant the fart hit him, the deep nauseating smell of shit followed, wringing its way into his mind.
However, he didn't even have time to enjoy this, before--
*Prttthhshshhhh!*
An even more disgusting sound echoed within the panties, as a deep look of relief filled Julie's face.
From her gaping asshole, a brown paste was being pressed out.
The excrement quickly filled the panties, yet none of it leaked out.
William, who had been unprepared, was instantly overcome by the worst smell and taste he had ever experienced in his life.
Even he, as someone who found great arousal in gross things, felt his mind go blank in disgust, as there wasn't even room to feel aroused.
Yet this, of course, meant nothing to Julie. As she felt the pasty and wet shit fill her panties, one of her hands instantly began rubbing her pussy, as deep moans filled the room.
The look on her face was of a person overcome by arousal and sexual pleasure.
Then, she felt the volume in her panties periodically decrease, which excited her even further.
She knew this meant William was absorbing her shit, experiencing all these disgusting flavors and odors that followed it.
Pressing even harder, she desired nothing more than to force more and more defecation into the panties, making her son receive it all.
Her mind reeled from excitement, as she was finally unable to handle the pleasure.
"Urggghhhh!"
She released an animalistic moan, as she climaxed, spraying her love juices into her panties.
As the spasm of pleasure ran through her body, she could no longer handle it all, as saliva even flowed from her mouth.
With her mind completely blank, even her bladder became loose, as piss began spraying out of her.
At this moment, she reached the limits of pleasure and satisfaction possible, as her blank mind finally passed into unconsciousness, while her panties, or rather her son, continued being filled with both her vile brown and pasty excrement and flooded with her yellow sour and bitter piss.
The last thought in her mind was just a momentary flash of joy, realizing that when she woke up, she could just do this again.
From then on, her son would be her toilet and pleasure toy. He just existed to make her feel good.
On the other hand, William desired nothing more to escape the rancid tastes filling him, yet there seemed to be no end to the shit.
It lasted for a full five minutes before it finally ended, allowing William to finish absorbing it all, whereafter he was at last able to feel aroused.
His mother had fully used him as a toilet this time.
This experience would have caused anyone else to desire to return to being human, but not William.
When Julie woke up, she also realized that he had remained as her panties, which meant he had enjoyed serving as her portable toilet.
A deep look of excitement filled her eyes, as her dominant voice sounded out, "Since you stayed like that, I'll take it that you probably want more, right? Well, here you go, son, enjoy a second serving of your mother's shit."
Like this, William never returned to being human. Julie also never began missing her son, as she had become thoroughly addicted to the panties.
She also never forgot that the panties were her son.
After all, the thought that she was forcing all these vile acts onto her son made it so much more enjoyable...
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