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Maybe Medical Malpractice, Inanimate Panties Tf
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 03:00:02 +0000 UTCCole waltzed into the doctors office, mask around he has been sick for 2 weeks and has been trying to sort out what he has. Greeted at the door by Dr Amy Absil he was walked in and sat down.
“So, Cole.. looks here like you’ve been sick for nearly a week… high fever, sore throat, headaches, dizziness.. says here you’ve already been tested for Strep, Covid, few strands of the flu… and about every other illness under the sun..”
“Yeah Its been rough. Have had a lot of tests done to try and figure out what I have and how to treat it. Most medicine I’ve tried doesn’t work either..”
“Alright, I think I may know what you have. Tell me, how often do you use products from The Tf company? Specifically the Tf powders?”
“Oh well… pretty often… I work at one of the nearby stores and get a big ole discount.”
“Okay… are you familiar with Tf sickness? It’s a rare condition that sometimes happens to people who are exposed to a lot of Tf powder.”
“Yeah, they warned me about that. But my bosses said It was a 1 in a million chance of getting it?”
“Well that’s what the Tf company tells their employees and customers. But us in the hospitals have been seeing a lot more than they let on inflicted with this ailment.
“Oh… well how do we test for it?”
“Well the disease comes about when you have too much powder residue in your system. So theoretically if I take only a little bit of powder..”
Amy got out the smallest pinch of Inanimate powder and flicked it at Cole. To which he instantly transformed. Falling to the floor as a pair of red and white striped pair of underwear.
“Yup, would have taken a hundred times as much powder to transform you. So I think we’ve found our diagnosis.”
“Ugh… ah! Doctor what did I turn into?”
“Some underwear it seems. Which you should stay as for a little while.”
“Oh… why keep me like this?”
“Well you’ll either be human and sick or an object and not. Notice how you aren’t feeling sick right now? Objects can’t feel the effects of the over abundance of powder. I’ll send a message to your work about your condition and keep you until we’ve determined you are free of extra powder.”
“Alright. So uhhhh what do I do now?”
“Welllll standard procedure is to put you into cold storage and keep you preserved until you’re done with the treatment…. Buuuuttt there isn’t really an official procedure to handling Tf’ed patient’s for extended lengths of time. So I think I’ll just keep you for myself.”
“What? I think I’d rathe-“
Coles complaint was cut off as Amy stuffed him in her purse. Muffling him as she zipped him inside. Amy had other patients to get to and decided to chat with the underwear later.
Cole was in a world of confusion as he sat snugly in Amy’s purse. He could hear Amy tenting to other patients through the day. Eventually after many hours she finished her shift and picked up her purse. Gosling Cole as she walked to her car, not hearing his yelps for help as she made her way back to her home.
Eventually she made her way inside her house, setting her purse down and finally hearing a muffled
“Hello? I can hear you Doc! Help”
From her purse. To which she pulled the frazzled Cole out and told him
“Ah, almost forgot about you. And call me Amy while I’ve got you here. It’s weird hearing my underwear call my doctor.”
“Okay… well could you set me down? It’s disorientating hanging out here”
“Oh, I’ll put you right where you belong in a minute. Let me show off first and I’ll show you.”
Amy walked to her bathroom, Cole would be tossed to the floor. Eventually his view of the ceiling above him would be covered by a pair of leggings and a T-shirt.
Distant showering could he heard as Amy cleaned herself off after a long day at work. After about 45 minutes Cole would get to see his owner, freshly done showering she quickly shot him between her legs before he could react. Cole watched as her privates came rocketing towards him, to which he was suffocated by them on impact.
Upon putting coal on any was pleasantly surprised at just how comfortable he was. Followed by more pleasure of his muffled confusion emanating from the fabric and cause a nice bout of vibrations down there.
“Ohh.. keep that up down there. I can see why people are so into Tf’ed clothes. I’m so lucky I got you to be a fitting pair of panties. Most of my other patients with your condition turn into food or office supplies for some reason.”
Cole gave more muffled replies. As well as the occasional moan, as next to the muffled dampness of her exterior, Cole got a lot of pleasure in his current form. Easing him into his current condition.
Amy got dressed and wondered into her kitchen, deciding on dinner she joking asked Cole what he wants. With a muffled reply from him falling on deaf ears she tugged him up and moved on with the rest of her night. Eventually going to bed, all while Cole flossed her behind and kept up the confused and muffed replies to Amy’s teasings. Having nothing better to do but absorb her sweat in the night.
Come morning Amy would get up and remember about the guy currently snug against her crotch and pealed him off. Asking him sincerely
“Oop, looks like I got a bit too much sweat on you. My bad, how you holding up with all this?”
“Mmmmm, it’s been… odd. Please don’t put me back on… it’s so hot down there.”
“Hehe, of corse it is. That’s the fun of it. Also I can hear it in your voice. You wanna go back down there badly, don’t you?”
“… maybe… it’s nice at moment.”
“HA! See? It’s gonna be a fun week or two with me. Certainly better than spending a week in cold storage or wherever you would have been.”
“I suppose.. but can you wait a minute before putting me back on? Need time to breathe you know?”
“Of corse, and sorry about handling you so hastily. Never had a panty boy patient before and I guess I was excited.”
“It’s alright… wait did you call me panty boy?”
“Maybe… panty boy.”
“You know I’m like 24 right?”
“Whatever you say Panty boy”
“Just put me back on.”
Amy complied, sliding him back up into his cozy little spot on her butt. She would move on with her day. Occasionally chatting with Cole with his muffled replies. Amy wasn’t sure when she would let her panties go. She knew she had to keep him for at least 3 days, when Cole would be fully recovered. However she could get away with keeping him for longer intervals. Coles fate as either panties or person would be tested in the days to come just on how well the two would come to love the conditions they are in.
