Leslie posed professionally wearing you, your gummy form stretched over her rather perfect ass and pressed against her sex. You could only wait in growing dread as picture after picture was taken of Leslie in her tan panties, neither women noticing anything different about you, if your mother didn't come back and save you... it didn't bear thinking about.
After a ton of photos, Leslie peeled you off and placed you aside from the other tan panties with a smile, folding you up. You wondered why she hadnt tossed you back in the pile with the other panties. Watching her, you saw her slip into her next outfit, a cute emerald green gummy bikini. When photos were done with that, it was placed, neatly folded up beside you. Infact, every outfit Leslie modeled was being placed in a neat pile away from the rest of the clothing.
You dozed for what felt like hours before they were finally done, you heard the camera girl say "cool, thanks Leslie, these will look great in the next catalogue. As usual, take what you like. see you next time." she said, leaving Leslie alone to get dressed. The model smiled and slipped back into her clothes, before coming over to you and the pile. You realised with a cold dread that as a model, she was allowed to claim anything she wore for herself. She scooped up the pile of gummy clothing, with you tucked in the middle of the pile, unable to see anything as this girl carried you out of the factory and to your new life as a pair of panties.
She placed the pile of clothes in the trunk of her car and set off, seeming to you that she was driving for hours, but that could just be the terrifying all consuming fear addling your mind. You had been taken from the factory, how was your mother ever going to find you? with the Beta4 on you, you would stay this shape forever, no way to comunicate to Leslie over your real identity, she would think you were a pair of comfy panties as long as she lived.
Eventually she stopped driving and you were soon placed in a rather packed underwear drawer, almost overflowing with gummy underwear, even in here you blended in with a dozen other tan panties of various designs. You stared up at Leslie as she closed the drawer, unknowingly trapping a living person in with her underwear. Your world went black as the drawer slid shut and you silently cried over how this had all turned out, how had your mother made such a huge mistake that had cost you so much...
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