Leopard Print (Paid Post #3) (Patreon)

“Just don't wear my underwear.” those were the words Jenny had said to him when she moved in so many years ago.

But now she was gone, and Johnny was lonely, sad, and angry. How could she walk out just like that? He walked into the closet which was not completely empty on the left side. She had taken it all away. Nothing left to even remind him of her.

There was no note or anything, just everything gone. Johnny didn't even know anything was wrong. He sat in the empty closet, remembering those words, looking to find something to get back at her, even in the smallest sense, to make himself feel, just a little better. That's when he saw them, a small little flash of Hot pink, tucked behind a dresser.

Johnny pulled the fabric and found a small pair of hot pink leopard print panties. “don't wear me underwear.” he mumbled in a mocking tone. “Don't wear your underwear? How about you don't just ghost me out of nowhere.”

He aggressively undid his belt and fly of his pants. “Don't wear your underwear? I'll wear whatever I feel like!” he yanked his pants and boxers around his ankles. Still mocking in his mumbling, “don't wear my underwear, I love you so much lah di fucking dah”

Johnny stepped into the tiny panties and felt a rush of adrenaline, something was tickling his toes, from the inside. He pulled them up passed his calves and felt a wobbling in his legs. He thought it was just how his legs were squeezed together, but it was so much more.

He got back up to his feet with those panties trapping his legs just above his knees. What he didn't notice were his feet were quite a bit smaller. But his calves were finally popping. He hopped up and down, the underwear squeezing up and up as his quads were getting harder and harder with every leap. It was difficult to explain the rush he was experiencing. Or why he felt a super pump in his body. Like every inch they moved up was another year of working out, and he loved it.

The waist band of the undies creviced under the cheeks of his ass. And the more he jumped the more he felt was little fat was in his stomach flowing to his ass. Not only giving it a feminine plump, but also some very visible abs.

He squeezed his hard on into the underwear and that's when he stopped like a gazelle in the headlights, his nipples were on fire. As his hard cock malted in the leopard print his burning nipples stretched out and soft flesh swelled into place.

He walked over to a mirror, he didn't just look good in them, he now she looked flawless. He checked out his body in the mirror.

There was a knock at the door, and when the gorgeous woman in the leopard print undies opened it there was a tiny little nerd boy standing there. “I told you,” he said, with a hint of anger in his voice, “Don't. Wear. My underwear!”