"Exhausting - nothing had been arranged as planned, and I spent the whole time running around setting up appointments and frantically trying to get things done. I'm just glad that it's over."
"I'm sorry, love. I'll bet that I can take your mind off of work." She said, smiling at him. "I found some new lingerie while shopping today that I think you'll enjoy."
He smiled, kissing her. "Let's go see it, shall we?" he said, leading her into the bedroom. She removed her dress, revealing a very naughty lacy red bra and panty set, then lay down on the bed, striking a provocative pose. "Well, what do you think, mmm?"
Jack responded by pouncing on her, and soon the undergarments joined the other clothes on the floor as the couple celebrated Jack's return.
That set of lingerie became Connie's favorite for the next couple of months before she finally stopped wearing them, and the two of them made passionate love every night. Jack was pleased to notice that he was losing a lot of his extra fat from all the exercise, and his clothes were becoming rather loose. A couple of weeks later, Connie gave him a new pair of pajamas to replace his old ones, as they would no longer stay on his body - though she claimed that she preferred them that way. The new pair was bright red, the same shade as her old lingerie. He was going to comment on the similarity, but Connie distracted him, intent on removing his new pajamas so that she could have her way with him. By the time he was in a condition to speak again, the idea had slipped his mind completely.
About a week after this, Jack came down with a slight fever, and stayed home from work to recover. He spent the time resting in bed, with Connie taking care of him. When the fever-induced fog finally lifted from his brain, he noticed something unusual about himself - he stood at least a foot shorted than he had before! He asked Connie about it, but she seemed not to understand what he was talking about. He tried at length to explain, but she just didn't seem to notice that anything had changed. When she left for the store, he decided to go call the doctor, but when he headed for the kitchen phone, the pants of his pajamas seemed to tangle, causing him to trip. Again he tried, and again his clothes tripped him up when he tried to enter the room. Frustrated, Jack tried to remove the pajamas, but they seemed stuck to his body! Eventually, he gave up, and headed back into the bedroom, unimpeded by the clothes. When she returned home, Jack tried to convince Connie to take him to a doctor, but she seemed to ignore what he said completely and just patted his head saying, "Poor dear, you must still be feverish. Just lie down for a while and rest." With that, she left, shutting the door behind her. Jack spent a while longer trying to tear the problematic clothes off of his body, but finally fell asleep, exhausted by his unsuccessful attempts.
When he awoke the next morning, he found that he had shrunk still more, and the pajamas now resembled the one-piece sleepwear of a young child, only without the zipper to take it off. He tried to leave the bed, intending to go get some scissors and cut the damned things off, but when he approached the edge of the bed, the cloth of his pajamas stiffened, preventing him from moving farther. When Connie came in with his meal, Jack spoke to her again, begging for help, but she just spoke to him as though to soothe him from a bad dream. Giving up, he simply ate silently, then continued unsuccessfully to try to get out of the bed. He didn't even bother to ask Connie for help when she brought his lunch, and found himself sinking into a deep sleep after he had eaten. He woke long enough for a light dinner before falling asleep once more.
As the days went by, Jack continued to shrink, still confined to the bed by his treacherous clothes. Idly he wondered where his mass was going, since he never went to the bathroom anymore, but he had no more idea of the answer to that than he did to why the clothes were changing him. Connie still treated him for his fever, and seemed not to notice his changes at all. He began to wonder if she was right, and the whole thing was nothing more than a fever-induced hallucination.
One morning, Jack awoke to find that he was no longer wearing the pajamas. Instead, he lay naked in the bed, to all appearances a 12-month infant. Still, he was relieved that he was finally free of those accursed pajamas. At least the clothes wouldn't be changing him further, and maybe Connie would finally notice what was happening. He hoped that he could convince her to get him to a doctor and somehow reverse the strange changes to his body.
His hopes were dashed when Connie walked into the room and he saw that she was wearing a bright red bodystocking. The glazed, unseeing look in her eyes told him that the clothing had shifted again, and he knew that there was no hope of convincing her to help. She picked him up, moving his mouth over her right nipple. He was horrified when the fabric oozed away, baring her nipples to him, but he couldn't stop himself from draining both of her large breasts, despite the faint cottony taste that tainted her milk.
This continued for several days, Connie's body nursing Jack three times a day while her mind was still lost somewhere. At first, Jack thought to escape while she was elsewhere, but he lacked the energy to crawl to the side of the bed and soon she stopped leaving him alone at all, cradling him against her whenever he wasn't nursing. Jack could feel the milk changing his body further, continuing to shrink him until he looked like a newborn babe. Although he wanted desperately to avoid drinking more, he was unable to stop himself, and the cottony taste to her milk seemed to get stronger each time. Jack could see changes in Connie as well; the bodystocking was looking more and more like a second skin. One morning, it didn't even bother to retract from her breast as she nursed him and the cottony flavor of her milk was overpowering.
That afternoon, after his feeding, Connie lay back in the bed, spreading her legs wide. As she lifted him from her breast and brought him between her legs, he was surprised to see a smooth cloth tube extending back inside her where her vagina should be. Terror gripped him, and he writhed in her grip, trying desperately to escape. Despite his struggles, her hands lowered him inexorably closer to that tube, and he felt the fabric glide easily over his skin as his head was pushed inside. Her body stretched easily over him, and it felt more like a stretchy fabric than a living body. He continued to struggle, trying to pull free, but he could get no purchase on her smooth interior. As he struggled, the strange material of her body squeezed around him, her contractions easily overpowering him, drawing him deep into the depths of her changed body. Jack finally emerged in what once had been Connie's womb, now full of a semi-liquid cloth-like substance, which greedily enfolded his body. As he felt his body melt, flowing into the substance, he became aware of two presences with him. He recognized one as his wife, and concluded that the other must be the thing responsible for their changes. It pushed them together, and he went gladly into her mental embrace, overjoyed to find her mind intact. As they embraced, however, he felt their minds begin to melt, pushed together by the presence surrounding them. The merging was indescribably pleasant, and Jack let himself dissolve in the sensation. His last conscious thought was to wonder what the creature wanted with them, before his consciousness disappeared in the merger.
The parasite that controlled Connie's body felt triumph as the humans completed the final joining. It could feel its growing offspring begin to draw on the newly formed essence within it, drawing their intelligence from the remains of the former humans. The shell of the female's body was ripening, and it would soon be time for the birth. The creature began to rummage through the humans' memories for a suitable spawning-place. It soon found one, and concentrated, the bodystocking changing to an inconspicuous pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Satisfied that it would not arouse suspicions, it set off.
One of the young clerks at Victoria's Secret idly noted that the woman who'd gone to use the dressing room had been in there for an awfully long time, and went to investigate. The woman had had an empty look to her eyes that had disturbed the clerk, and she was half afraid that she would find a dead body in the dressing room. To her relief, there was no one in the room, and her concern for the woman disappeared as she noticed the mess on the floor. It was absolutely covered in lingerie, scattered every which way and the price tags were all missing. Grumbling to herself about messy customers, she picked up all the outfits, painstakingly re-labeling them and placing them back on the shelves. All except for a lacy red bra and matching panties that happened to be her size. She had a date with her fiancée that night, and she thought that these would really get him in the mood for fun. Whistling to herself, she went back to work, eagerly awaiting closing time.