Waistband Worries

In one corner of the Multiverse, a strange transformative event leaves a woman worrying about clothing sizes.

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Sharon sighed as she lay folded in the dresser drawer. Another day of darkness. At least she thought it was day, it was hard to tell the passage of time anymore unless she was being worn. Especially given the fact that she was always awake because apparently according to the logic of...whatever had done this, sentient clothing is still clothing and doesn't need to sleep (or hear, given that when she was worn, the world around her made no sound). So like the other pairs of jeans that she shared the cramped space with, the transformed woman simply lay there, regretting the change that had befallen her, wondering why it had happened to her, and regretting all the things she hadn't done or said in her twenty-three years as a Human.

One day Sharon simply been walking down the sidewalk near the college campus when there had been a flash in the sky. She'd closed her eyes to the brightness and when she opened them am oment later, she was laying limp on the floor of some strange apartment that she didn't recognize. To make things worse, it was clear the girl that was standing above her wasn't supposed to be a girl as she immediately began feeling herself up in shock. And then after a few days of just laying there staring at the ceiling and watching the girl prance around in all manner of clothing, posing and in general just being completely pervy...The girl had picked Sharon up and sniffed her before shrugging and putting Sharon on! Being worn was such a disorienting experience at first, but the more that Sharon moved, the more she was filled with the legs of another, the better it felt. Not to mention being able to at least see the world. Apparently whatever had happened changed everyone, as everyone was acting all weird (from her limited perspective, at least). But then came washing day, feeling like she was drowning, then being tossed in the dryer along with so many other clothes and wishing she could shut her eyes and stop feeling so dizzy. And then the odd feeling of being folded and the long periods of darkness that were disturbed only by the rapid opening and closing of the drawer that Sharon had come to bitterly accept as her new home, and the brief glimpses of the pretty, yet increasingly chubby face of the girl that 'owned' her.

Finally the drawer opened and Sharon saw a massive hand reach in, grab, and lift her out into the bright bedroom. There was a moment of dizziness as Sharon felt herself dangled, unfolded and then the feeling of being filled up as the girl slid her legs into Sharon's empty empty. Sharon grunted as she was pulled up the ever tightening length of the girl's legs until she was painfully straddling her owner's hips, fleshy love handles spilling over her waistband as the girl pulled Sharon's button towards the hole it belonged in. Whoever this girl was, she was rapidly gaining weight and heading out of Sharon's new size. The girl jiggled and hopped around the bedroom and Sharon felt the massive ass pressing against her backside jiggle in it's confines as the girl continued to try forcing Sharon's button into the hole. And then it was in. The girl gave a grimaced look of victory, posed in the mirror and turned to go about her day, continously oblivious to the person wrapped around her lower body. Sharon had no idea where they were going and frankly, didn't care. The pressure on her threads was enormous and the woman turned clothing had the very real fear of her seams or button popping.

After all, it was one thing to sit in a drawer for days at a time, but ruined lcothing ended up in the dump. This girl, whoever she was, needed to go on a diet!