Life Restart Pt 01

Warning: The following story contains depictions of Fart/Smell fetish material as well as unaware wrongful imprisonment.

Life Restart Part 1 -- A sip to change everything.

Luke quickly ducked into a back alley and pressed his back against the mossy wall of a run-down house as he panted hard, trying to catch his breath. He'd managed to lose his pursuers by sheer luck a little while ago but of course, he couldn't be too careful. Thankfully, the hustle and bustle of the lively merchant market outside the alley should help to mask his presence and throw off anyone still on his trail.

As he caught his breath, Luke looked down at the vial of sparkling violet liquid in his hands; the reason for why he was now being pursued.

It was a godsend for a slum dog like him to land a job from a noble. It was simple, all he had to do was pickpocket a passing alchemist and transport the goods discreetly to the noble's people. He was basically to act as a scapegoat to absolve all suspicion from the hiring party but Luke had no reason to refuse such a well-paying job.

The problem arose when by chance, he found out what exactly he was meant to steal. Of all things it was a transformation potion that could change one's form into anything without limit. If this was true then this was something that could completely turn Luke's life around for the better! Overcome by ambition and greed, the man ended up taking the potion for himself: it would be better served in his hand rather than some noble who probably wanted to use it for perverted reasons anyway. In the end he'd ended up being pursued by the noble's men and luckily managed to slip away, finding himself in the current situation.

"Well, it's now or never."

Luke gripped the vial firmly and with determination. He already had a plan in mind from a while back, which was to transform himself into a Dragonewt, one of the most powerful races of humanoids to exist on the continent. If he succeeded then his life of hardship would change completely, he could go anywhere and do anything, completely living out his dreams and fulfilling desires.

Luke kept the image of a Dragonewt in his head as he uncorked the stopper on the vial.

At that exact moment there was a fine lady walking on the busy street of the merchant market that could be seen through the entrance of the alleyway. Her noble appearance left Luke stunned as he wondered what a fine lady like that was doing wandering these filthy streets. He inadvertently had his eyes glued to her as he brought the mouth of the vial to his lips, slowly losing hold of the image he'd been focussed on.

Suddenly, there was a gale that blew through the streets, kicking up dust as well as the skirts of women along the way. The noble lady was no exception, she let out a scream as she tried to hold down her skirt, failing miserably as it was lifted by the wind.

Luke's eyes went wide at the sight that greeted him and in his moment of distraction, the potion poured from the tilted vial and slipped unabated down his throat.

"Such beautiful and clean underwear."

This was the last thought Luke had before he suddenly blacked out.

Within the back alley of a random slum, the unconscious body of a man lay unmoving on the dirty floor. A dim violet glow suddenly started emanating off the body, however no one was around to notice.

Time ticked by and some minutes later, the scene had completely changed. The unconscious body was nowhere to be found and all that remained was a small garment composed of soft, white cloth whose pristine condition was unsullied by the dirty alley floor.

Sometime later, a large shadow was cast on the garment and a voice with a slight lisp was heard.

"Ooh, lucky lucky, I founds me an underwear."

As the voice fell, the garment was grabbed a large hand adorned with pudgy grey fingers. The shadow then moved along the walls of the alley as a large silhouette left the scene which later returned to melancholic serenity, no evidence of what had occurred there save for a barely noticeable tiny glass flask that had fallen to the ground at some point.

Luke's consciousness gradually returned and before he could open his eyes, he was assaulted by a sudden bout of dizziness.

"What happened?"

He was confused for a moment and the next thing that registered to him was the strange lightness of his body. It was at this moment that he remembered what had happened, he had taken the transformation potion with the desire to become a Dragonewt.

"Is this lightness because of my newfound strength?"

Luke began to grow excited at the thought that the potion actually worked, but then his mood cooled down when he noticed something strange. Part of his body felt like it was being gripped by something and there was a feeling as if he was being swayed back and forth while suspended in mid-air.

This was when Luke finally opened his eyes and was immediately greeted by a strange sight. He was looking down at a dirt road that kept moving back and out of his vision while a pair of large, brownish-grey feet wearing worn-out sandals continuously went in and out of view.

"Am, am I being abducted?!"

He began to panic, thinking that he'd been caught by his pursuers while he was out cold but then something else caught his attention. He couldn't feel his arms and legs, as a matter of fact, he couldn't move his body at all! All kinds of scary assumptions began to plagued Luke's mind when suddenly he heard someone speak.

"Whoo almost home, so shweaty."

The voice was undoubtedly that of a young female with a lisp. Luke was barely able to swivel his eyes to look around and notice that there was only one pair of grey feet walking the road and the fact that it was a girl assured him that he hadn't in fact been caught by the noble's men. He finally let out a silent sigh of relief and was about to try to get the other party's attention when he realised to his horror that he could no longer speak! No matter how he tried no sound came out! Luke was once again consumed by anxiety as his "captor" continued along the road with no notice of his dilemma.

Time passed just like that and Luke had yet to resolve the feelings of fear and anxiety when the person toting him suddenly veered off the dirt road and entered a grassy area. A few moments later, they came to a stop and the sound of old wood creaking was heard. The person began moving again and the grass was quickly replaced by a scuffed wood floor.

"Ahh, finally home!"

Luke was now able to confirm that he had reached his destination, supposedly his captor's house. From what he observed as his captor made her way around the house, the place seemed pretty dilapidated and rundown. There was also a terribly musty smell that assaulted his sinuses that apparently still worked just fine. It was truly doubtful that anyone would be able to live in this run-down dump.

His captor on the other hand was humming a tune as she made her way to what was apparently the bedroom of the small shack, or at least that's what it seemed like judging from the run-down wooden bedframe that held an old goose feather mattress that was haphazardly covered in old pelts of all types. The person turned towards the 'bed' in order to put down whatever she had in her hands and at this time, Luke noticed the large, old broken mirror leaning against the wall on the other side. Thinking that he could finally get an idea of what's going on, Luke looked into the mirror. However, the sight that greeted him left him astounded!

Standing in the reflection was a large, 6 foot tall woman he'd never seen before. She was fairly chubby with a full, bouncy chest covered under her simple tunic and a massive butt that stretched her shorts. She had moss green eyes peeking through the bangs of her long, raven-black hair that reached down to the small of her back. Her face that showed through her long bangs could be described as adorable rather than beautiful. She had a small button nose, large eyes and springy cheeks that formed dimples as she smiled.

These were only her most basic features though.

Her skin that seemed supple at a glance was actually a light, brownish-grey colour. On her meaty fingers were thick, claw-like fingernails that were black in colour. Small, lizard-like earthen scales that resemble granite mottled the back of her hands and some parts of her bare feet. Finally, the sclera of her eyes were black as ink while a pair of short, black horns grew from her forehead.

"A forest troll?"

That's right, this "woman" was actually a species of subhuman monster known as forest troll. Some of their notable features were their overall gentle nature and their great endurance and resilience.

Although forest trolls rarely appeared in human society, this was a day and age where tolerance was the norm and discrimination based on race or species rarely persisted among differing cultures. Therefore, Luke didn't really pay much mind to the woman's species and instead focussed on something else that gave him a really bad feeling.

Within the hands of the troll's reflection in the mirror was a piece of intricately woven and delicate-looking cloth that was so pristinely white that it almost appeared to be glowing. Any woman who saw it would fantasize about its unmatched softness and the supreme comfort it would bring them when worn. Such was the words to describe the piece of underwear that only the most decorated of noble maidens could hope to wear.

That sacred piece of underwear was now clutch withing the claws of a forest troll...in the exact same position and orientation that Luke believed himself to be in.

"No way, this can't be real...there's absolutely no chance..."

Doubt crept into Luke's mind, or rather, a strong denial of the reality he saw before him plagued his mind.

However, as he tried to convince himself against what he was witnessing, a crazy theory inevitably sprung up in his head. He thought back to that time, the time where he was in the middle of drinking the transformation potion.

From what he'd understood, the potion worked off of the thoughts the subject had in their head at the moment of ingestion. This was why Luke thought hard about his desired form as a Dragonewt...but then that noble lady came along and distracted him. Following that was an untimely event that was still fresh in his mind. The sudden gale...the dress that blew up in the breeze...and...

If Luke still had a face, it would surely turn pale at this sudden realisation. There was also someone who had no idea about his horrific epiphany and was instead going about her own pace.

The Troll had set down the miscellaneous stuff she was carrying and now put all her attention into admiring the beautiful white panties.

"Lucky find, so pretty! Will it fit?"

The troll took the underwear in both hands and began stretching the fabric outwards while comparing it's size to the width of her wide hips.

At that moment Luke had a really strange feeling. He could actually feel his limbless body being physically stretched to a great length! If this wasn't clear proof of his horrific hypothesis, then what else?! That settled it, he was actually transformed into a luxurious pair of ladies' underwear, all of this a result of but a moment of distraction and terrible timing by the forces of nature!

Luke's vision was jostled about as he was held in the troll's hand but he was too absorbed in his own lamentations to pay attention to the happenings of the outside world. It wasn't until he heard the sound of rustling fabric that Luke was forced to come to his senses.

A felling of dread welled up in the human-turned-panties as he looked at the reflection in the mirror to see the Troll fiddling with the waistband of her shorts. It appeared that she was satisfied with the underwear's ability to stretch and was now about to try them on!

There probably weren't many men who didn't at least once entertained the thought that they would like to be the underwear worn by a woman they were infatuated with. However, that was only when talking about regular, human women. And even then, the reality of being used as actual underwear wasn't something anyone seriously wished for if they weren't proper perverts.

Well, it seemed now that Luke, who was 100% normal, was about to live a pervert's dream come true. Except, not even the most egregious perverts would ever want to experience being the underwear of a troll. You see, there was another thing about trolls that they were well known for, or rather notorious for, their terribly poor hygiene!

As soon as the troll's shorts were pulled down, Luke's sense of smell was assaulted with a stench the likes of which he'd never smelled before! The overwhelming stink of thrice fermented crotch funk and ass grease stung his sinuses that apparently still worked as well as his sight did despite his lack of actual eyes!

And speaking of eyes, if he still had a regular face then his eyes would have surely popped out of his head at what he saw after the Troll dropped her pants. Hugging onto her voluptuous grey thighs was a pair of worn out and overused underwear that looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks!

It's supposedly original white appearance was horribly discoloured and there was even a clear dark streak running down the centre of the Troll's crotch!

Luke was already at a complete loss for words but the show wasn't over just yet.

"Time to take deezuns off!"

The troll dropped Luke onto the mattress of the low bed behind her, giving him a full clear view of her enormous backside. The panties she was currently wearing were fully wedge into her cavernous crack that emanated a foul, eggy stench.

The troll bent over in front of him, further emphasizing the glory of her plump buttocks, and ran her fingers through the waistband of the panties that had by now lost most of its elasticity.

A sticky sound was heard as she began pulling down the panties, causing them to leave her crack and reveal a huge, light brown stain that made Luke want to hurl! The stench of shit and unwiped ass was too much for him to bare!

The troll continued undressing unconcerned. Small strands of clear, slightly murky goo formed webs between her slightly fuzzy pussy and the wet stain at the front of the panties as they were peeled from her stank crotch. The panties were released from her grasp when they had almost reached down to her knees and a wet smack was heard as the floorboards were struck by the sweat-soaked and thoroughly soiled undergarments.

The Troll stood upright with her hands on her hips, enjoying the caress of the afternoon breeze on her naked lower body. However, no amount of airing out could relieve the horribly kept condition of her filthy nether regions.

If he were able to move, Luke would be shivering in fear at this time. Was the troll really about to use him as a replacement for the poor pair of tortured old underwear that she'd just discarded?!

The fact that the troll grabbed him up a moment later provided him the answer he was dreading the most, and from the looks of things, she wasn't intent on cleaning up the slightest bit beforehand!

"New panties, new panties, so new and pretty and clean~"

The Troll hummed a lame tune to herself as bent down and began putting her feet through the leg holes of her new underwear after having kicked the old ones aside.

Luke's non-existent heart sank to the pits of his non-existent stomach as his form began sliding up the troll's shins, then her calves and onto her thighs. The moment he got to her thighs, his leg holes brushed up against her skin and he was immediately hit with the intense smell and taste of salty sweat!

Luke obviously didn't have a nose or mouth, neither did he have eyes yet he was somehow able to see just fine, his sense of smell was also unfortunately still intact. Now it seemed that his sense of taste was also there, except he had no tongue. The fact that he picked up the taste of the Troll's sweat as it soaked into the lugholes of his "body" left Luke with a terrible premonition, one that quickly became a certainty.

As the troll pulled Luke all the way up her crotch, his sense were completely overloaded as he was struck by different horrible smells and tastes one after the other! First was the greasy butt sweat as she draped him over her large caboose, quickly followed by the rancid she-funk as he was pasted over her moist and slightly slimy lady parts. Worst of all, as he was wedge into the cavernous crack of her ass, the overwhelming stench of poorly wiped butthole and the unmistakeable taste of actual crap that lingered between her buttcheeks sent him over the edge!

[!!!!!]

Luke let out a silent scream that was heard by no-one as he was left to marinated in putrid flavours of the troll's filthy ass and more than musty crotch!

"Oohh, it fits, so comfyy~"

The Troll in the meantime was admiring her figure in the mirror with her new pair of white panties that fit like a glove. The tightly fitting fabric did well to accentuate her chubby yet curvy figure. However, that seemed not to be the only thing the panties were capable of.

Sniff Sniff

"Hmmmmmm, not smelly?"

In fact, while trolls were notorious for their poor hygiene, even they had limits. Recently, her smell was becoming a little overwhelming to the point where even she was beginning to get bothered by it. She had actually planned to take a proper bath when she got home today but got distracted when she found the white pair of panties at the bazaar earlier and was too eager to try them on.

But now the smell that was bothering her seemed to have disappeared altogether. Even when she inspected the panties that hugged her filthy nether regions, there wasn't the slightest smear or stain on its pristine white fabric and it was also completely dry. Something seemed to click in her mind at this time and an idea popped into her head.

"Magic Panties!"

Her eyes widened and sparkled as she exclaimed her hypothesis that actually wasn't far off the mark. Her excitement grew at the thought that she wouldn't have to wash as often from now on! The Troll did a weird little dance in celebration of actually finding a rare magic item that was practically made for her. She even started having darker thoughts about not having to wash ever again, but these thoughts were soon dismissed.

No matter what, she was still a member of society and the panties only covered her nether regions. She couldn't exactly go around smelling like a vagrant, especially when she was about to start her new career the next day.

The troll suddenly stopped dancing and put a finger to her lip.

"Uuuhhmm, can it block that smell too?"

The troll got a bold idea, if it succeeded then it would solve a lot of her problems. Well, there was only one way to find out.

She rubbed her pudgy tummy as she looked at her big butt over her shoulders.

"Please don't shtink."

No matter how long had passed, the intense stench and taste Luke was experiencing never waned, he had nose with which to go nose blind and no tongue to go numb from the taste. His sense of smell was constantly dominated by a stench as if he'd dragged his nose along the floor of a slum sewer. These was a taste in his non-existent mouth as if he'd gargled expired goat milk after brushing his teeth with a hobo's socks! On top of that the Troll had started doing a weird dance out of nowhere too which cause her nether region to sweat even more and naturally made his predicament even worse somehow.

Thankfully her wild motions soon stopped, but it's not like his situation got any better as a result. Luke still had to try his best to cope, hoping that the Troll would soon take him off and take a much needed bath! Little did he know that not only did the Troll have no intention of doing so, but she also was about to do something to escalate his suffering a few more notches.