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Formfit Fantisy – 1This fetish story was developed with two pictures from my collection of 1950’s & 60’s era magazine and catalog scans. Hope you like it.The antique store was like so many others I had visited in the last few years. Aside from the collectable objects there was always a section of magazines, books, and other paper items stacked in some far away corner of the store. As a 70 year old retired accountant I had money to spare and adding to my collection was always on my mind. I pulled out a Ladies Home Journal from 1962 and flipped through the pages. Suddenly I was like an 11 going on 12 year old boy during a cold January morning.My mom and 14 year old sister left me home with the orders, “you be good Wendy and I have some big girl shopping to do.” I hated that term, it meant that they were buying secret stuff and no 12 year olds allowed to watch. I think my Mom and sister thought I was stupid, I had noticed my sister’s changes in shape over the last couple years and had done what every 12 year old should do, “snoop around until you get all the facts.”I was totally unaware of when Wendy’s first bra showed up, or to be honest, or exactly what it was like. I was probably 8 and more focused on my own interests at that time. But at 11 my mother gave me a book to read, one Wendy called “the Birds and Bees book” that had nothing to do with birds and bees. Because she was 2 years older she always thought she was so much smarter.Well reading that book changed my life in a strange way. The book was pretty lame, sex makes babies, sex between unmarried people is bad, and you will put your eye out with sex. Well not really that last part. But I half expected it to say that because the last part was one of those things parents always said to scare a k**. But in the book it did say, “As the girl matures her breasts begin to grow.” BINGO, I had noticed but not really thought that much about it.Once I did notice I wanted to know more. I started noticing straps across Wendy’s back that showed through her blouses. Then I noticed all women had the same thing, I simply had to know more. So I went to the single best source, the mail order catalog. I read every listing and was surprised at the number of styles and the whole number and size thing seemed like it was the answer to everything.It was in mid-January just 2 days before I turned 12 that I took action that would certainly give me some firsthand knowledge. Mom and Wendy were visiting the neighbors and I slipped into Wendy’s room. I rarely went into her room but had a rough idea of how it was laid out. It was bright and sunny in her room facing the front of the house and even though it was cold outdoors her room was warm and sort of pristine in a way I couldn’t define. I walked over to her pure white dresser that matched her other furniture and hesitated. My hands were shaking and my heart was thumping in my chest.Wendy had all sorts of girly stuff on the top of the dresser that I ignored and I looked at my reflection in the attached mirror. My face seemed flushed but I wasn’t hot. I opened the center drawer and closed it immediately, just more hair brushes and junk. Then my hand pulled at the top drawer on the right and for the first time in my life I saw a panty. In fact I saw lots of panties. It seemed like there was every color and they were such soft silky things. I took the top one out and felt the fabric slip through my fingers something I had never felt before this moment.I rubbed it across my cheek and lips. There was a scent of perfume which I later learned was a sachet that adds a scent to her lingerie. I counted the panties, there were 14 of them in the drawer and it seemed like they were all different. Then in the back of the drawer I found a girdle folded neatly with the metal garters dangling from the leg openings. I had seen these in the catalogs and read the ads but my purpose was to understand what bra sizing meant.I had thought if I knew what size bra Wendy wore I would be able to tell what size others girls and women wore. I am not sure why that seemed important; heck all my friends were memorizing batting averages for their favorite baseball players. I was obsessed with knowing all I could about bras.I questioned in my mind, “why does Wendy have a girdle, she isn’t fat?” I unfolded it and touched the front panel that was shiny. It was smooth and silky feeling on the outside but sort of rough on the inside. I looked at the tag istanbul escort on the inside that said “Skippies by Formfit”. “I have to research this,” I thought.It was funny that while inspecting this girdle the metal garters sort of clinked together like a wind chime. I knew the garters were to hold up stockings and on close inspection I could see that the garters could come off the little tabs. I refolded the girdle and placed it back exactly as it had been. I loved touching her things and so did my cock. It had been hard the minute I pulled that drawer out and that meant I needed to rub it.I loved the feeling of my fingers on the tip and I wondered what the silky panty would do. So I opened my pants and exposed my little cock. I felt dirty or naughty to have my hard cock out in the open in her room, and it was exciting. I pulled the top panty out of the drawer again, it was pure white and when I unfolded it I could almost see my fingers through it.I held that magic garment up to the window and could see through it like I was in a fog. I brought it down to my little cock and the cool slippery fabric touched the tip of my cock and I felt a chill run up my spine. This felt nothing like when my fingers touched that stiff little thing and I loved it. I pulled it back and forth watching the little mushroom shaped tip slide across the pure white fabric. I loved this new feeling and sort of lost track of where I was as the pleasure I felt ran deep inside of me. I stopped twice when the feeling of the panty on my cock almost hurt but then I was drawn to continue. I looked at my reflection in the mirror again. Here I was a chubby little 12 year old with his sister’s panty swishing across his cock. I wondered what Wendy looked like in a panty and then my mind was filled with her bra but it seemed that wearing the panty was making me lose my focus. I stopped with a sudden thought, “if this felt good, what would it feel like to wear the panty?” So I stripped my jeans and underwear and stepped into that pristine white panty and my life changed in a dramatic way. First I knew I had crossed some sort of invisible line, little boys were not supposed to be wearing a panty, especially his sister’s panties. But beyond that line I crossed I also felt the magic of nylon against me in a very personal way.The feeling of the silky nylon as it slipped past my knees and up my thighs sent chills throughout my entire body. And then when I pulled the panty up all the way and felt the silky nylon against my balls and cock I felt like I would explode. My heart was pounding in my chest and my hands were shaking as I looked in the mirror and saw my cock pressed back against my body by the panty.I stood silent for what felt like hours but it was just a couple minutes. My cock throbbed and I could see the folds in the nylon panty move with my tip. I was so focused on this feeling that I had totally forgotten that I came in here to discover what size bra my sister wore. That no longer seemed important even thought thoughts of pictures of women wearing bras seemed like part of what was happening at this moment.But then I heard a sound, it was my sister talking to Mom as they walked up the driveway. I peeked out her window and saw they were walking hand in hand up the snowy driveway. I had to get out of here. There was no time to return the panty, to dress, to get free. I had to move so I scooped up my jeans and underwear, pushed her drawer shut, and ran out of her room.I hesitated, “was her door shut or open when I went in there?” I couldn’t remember, it seemed really important at that moment as I stood in the hallway wearing a t-shirt and my sisters white panties. I was frozen in front of that door and I heard the sound of the back door and knew I had seconds before I was in trouble. I pulled her door halfway shut hoping it would not be a problem and ducked into the bathroom that was the closet room to my sister’s.I pushed the door shut quietly and clicked the lock and my heart was thumping so hard I thought it would explode. My little cock was so hard I thought it would explode along with my heart. The scent of her sachet in the dresser filled my head with a sweetness that was intoxicating. I touched my panty covered cock and felt something deep inside me and I thought I had to pee.My immediate reaction was to clamp down just like when that bodily avcılar escort function would interrupt my play and I’d run for the bathroom. But this wouldn’t be stopped and I felt a pleasure that I had never felt. My body seemed on fire, every muscle went rigid for a second and the middle of my body felt like it was coming apart.I pressed my palm against my panty covered cock thinking it would stop what was happening. But then suddenly I was wet. My cock felt like when that first spurt or water leaves the garden hose jerking the hose in your hand. Whatever this was didn’t feel like taking a pee when that produced a golden yellow arc and ended up in the toilet. This was a short little spurt of liquid and then a second spurt blasted out of me. I couldn’t count the number of times this happened, but in the matter of a few seconds my cock had spurted enough fluid out of me to wet the entire from of that silky white panty that had given me such pleasure. I was bent over pressing my hand against the tip of my cock which seemed to intensify the feeling in my cock.My mind flashed images of taking the panty from her drawer, the girdle in my hands with the tinkling garters, and the image of myself in the mirror as I fantasized what Wendy would look like in her panties. And yes there was an image of me wearing a bra and having boobs just like Wendy.As my mind cleared I stood up and looked down, I was a gooey mess and the wet panty was now nearly transparent. My pink cock showed through the fabric with my cut tip looking larger than normal. I pulled the panty away watching as the wet fabric released its wet hold on my cock. The fluid was as white as the panty and thick and as I looked at my pee slit that was looking up at me a bubble of that liquid oozed out of the slit.I was out of breath and my chest hurt yet there was this feeling like I was floating. I let the panty snap back against me and it felt cold against my hot cock that remained hard but not throbbing. I looked in the bathroom mirror and then turned away instead of imagining I was wearing a bra to hold my boobs or even thinking of Wendy and what she looked like wearing her bra and panties a dark cloud came over my mind. I felt horrible about myself. “Why would I wear my sister’s panty?” I thought, “Am I gay?” My hands were shaking as a feeling of guilt and shame came over me. I had no way to process the feelings before this happened, as it was happening, and now that I was left wearing a soaking wet nylon panty with my boy clothes lying on the floor at my feet. “Larry, are you okay, Larry are you in there?” My mother’s voice said as there was a light tapping on the door.My Mom’s voice was like a siren on a fire truck, it brought me back to full reality, “Yeah, I’m fine, I am on the toilet,” I lied as I pulled the wet panty off of me. The gooey mess on my cock clung to me yet seemed to be starting to run down. I mopped up the mess with the panty as Mom said, “well hurry up, we are all going to the mall, are you getting sick?” “Geez Mom,” I said, “can’t a guy get a little privacy,” I grumbled and immediately knew I had sassed my Mom and that was going to be a problem.“Well hurry up Larry,” she said and I heard her footsteps move away. I wiped the goo off my cock and balls with toilet paper and then got back into my boy clothes as the soaking wet panty clung to the white porcelain sink like it had clung to me a minute ago. It was as if it was mocking me as I struggled with what to do next. I knew the minute I flushed that toilet I needed to be ready to move.The clothes hamper was behind me, I opened it silently and pulled out the other clothes in the hamper and stuffed the wet panty all the way in the bottom. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and hurried out of the bathroom.Wendy was standing in her doorway, “were you in my room you little creep?” she asked me with her arms folded across her chest. I recognized this stance she had learned it from Mom who did it whenever she was upset. But in that moment what struck me was how this placement of her arms seemed to make my sister’s breasts bigger than I remembered. They were covered with her fuzzy pink sweater and seemed almost as big as Mom’s.“So?” she demanded, “were you in my room?”“No, why would I want to be in your room?” I lied.“Then what is this doing in my room,” she said as she held out my Cub Scout pocket knife. It was my prized possession şirinevler escort and I carried it with me all the time. “How do I know?” I asked in mocked outrage and snatched it out of her hand and ran to my room and slammed the door. The shame I felt in the bathroom came back, Wendy knew I had been in her room and now she would know about the panty. There was a tap on the door, “Larry,” Mom said, “Larry I am coming in.” she said as the door opened. I was setting on my bed with my pocket knife gripped in my hand.“I wish you and Wendy would not yell at each other and what have I said about slamming doors?” I immediately knew what she meant, Dad had left us 4 or 5 years ago and my most vivid memory of him was him being drunk, yelling at Mom, and slamming doors. The fact that I had sassed her through the bathroom door seemed less important than this reminder of Dad.“I’m sorry Mom,” I said hanging my head, “I won’t do it again.”“That’s okay honey now change your shirt and we can go to the mall. I will buy you an ice cream cone if you are patient while Wendy and I are shopping.”I remember this shopping trip distinctly because Mom dragged me along while she and Wendy looked at clothing in the big department store. I fidgeted and clearly didn’t want to be there. Not until we stepped into the lingerie department. Wendy went to a counter with lots of boxes in rows and the sign above it said “Formfit” and on a stand above the counter was a lighted mannequin with what I knew was called a long-line bra.I remembered the name from the girdle I had looked at and tried to see what she was holding in her hand. I was convinced that it had to be a bra because of the mannequin above. My cock hardened looking at the bra and for some reason seeing my sister holding a box seemed to make me harder. It was like she was holding the bra itself and the thought of me seeing her holding something so personal aroused me beyond reason. I remembered what happened an hour ago and wondered if it would happen again just looking at these things.“Mom I love this one, mine are getting too small, please…” she whined in the way she always did when she wanted her way.“We’ll see Wendy,” she said as she took the box and looked at the front and then the end. “This style looks a little grown up for you Wendy and you are not a B cup.” As she put the box back on the rack.“Gee Mom, I am not a little girl anymore and my bra is so tight,” she complained.“It is probably just the band size, if you go from the 30A you are wearing now to a 32A the cup will have a little more room. Let’s get a clerk over here and have her measure you and get a proper fitting.” Mom said signaling to a young clerk at the next display.“Larry here is a dollar, you go out in the mall and get an ice cream cone while Wendy and I do some big girl shopping.” She said and pushed me towards the door.Now almost a year had passed and Mom was leaving me home so they could do their big girl shopping and I was so excited about what might happen this time. Last time when they found me in the mall Wendy had a paper bag with the store name on it and little rope handles and she carried it like she was some sort of princess.Later at home I found that bag in the garbage can and the bag had three bra boxes from the store and 2 bras. The bras must have been her old ones because they looked used and I looked at the tags and saw they were marked Exquisite Form 30A just like Mom had said. The new boxes were marked 32A and were marked Style 548 Fiesta by Formfit. They became the first part of what was to become my permanent collection of garments.So if Mom and Wendy returned with another bag I could hardly wait to see if her bra got bigger again. While they were out shopping I went to my bedroom and stripped naked and put on my white nylon panties. This was the same panty that had made me cum the first time and I had retrieved it from the hamper and soaked out the cum stains. And I put on my 30A Exquisite Form Bra that fit me perfectly. The little pointy cotton cups made my chubby little boy boobs look like a girl’s and in this year of discovery I had worn the bra and panties nearly every day.I lay down on the bed and ran my hands over my panty covered cock and it didn’t take but a few minutes to deposit a load of creamy cum in my panties. Just like the first time I always felt guilt and shame after my orgasm and stripped out of my girly things, cleaned up, and promised myself that I would never do it again. But just like every other time, these feelings would pass and I’d dress in these again.Now I just needed to be patient and see what new and old things I could discover.NOTE: I plan a second chapter and for those that like this sort of thing Larry will discover the joy of Mom’s nylon panties that have much more room for play.
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