He wanted to stop, but he couldn’t make himself. It was like making yourself stop falling, after you’ve already gone over the handlebars on your bike. It was useless to resist any longer. He could not. He needed to wear panties, in the same way he needed to breathe. You can only stop yourself from doing it for a time. Then you have to give in, as your unconscious response takes over.

Soon, he was pulling the panties on, gasping as they made close contact with his skin. The feelings rushing all over him were overwhelming! He never felt so good before in all his life. He looked into the mirror, to admire the changes going on all throughout his body. He smiled when he saw that the panties were now flat against him, with no more unsightly bulge. They looked much prettier that way.