This choice: No, so your mom pulls up her skinny jeans, trapping you. • Go Back...Chapter #5No, so your mom pulls up her skinny jeans, trap... by: Kentwolf You see Pattys face break into a grin at the sight of you crushed into the fabric of your mothers panties, half your face is hidden by the rest of your oddly crushed form which is likely why your mom didn't recognise you but patty had an eye for you when crushed, like a sixth sense. You prayed your sadistic sister would call out and stop your mother, but she just waved goodbye and blew a mock kiss before your mothers super tight skinny jeans slid up past you, squeezing and crushing you like a vice.
Your world was now tight and totally black, no light shining through her jeans, you heard Patty finally speak up "hey mom I'm back. Jill said she was gonna stay at Kat and Anna's house for a few days" that bitch, lying so your mother wouldn't notice you missing for a good while "oh ok sweetie. Well I guess it's just the two of us getting Mexican tonight. Your father has to work late."
You mentally groaned, Mexican food you loved, what you didn't love was being on your mothers ass after she had eaten Mexican. You wished you had some way of signalling to your mother that you were on her ass but unfortunately, you were as good as a real logo right now and Patty certainly wasn't going to come to your rescue.
Your world suddenly jiggled as Mary started to walk, her jeans keeping her ass tightly in place but in your position you still felt the overlapping vibrations, you wanted to cry. This was going to be a terrible evening for you.
Mary grabbed her keys and purse as Patty slipped into her converse, she glanced at her daughter and saw the huge grin on her face "hehe what's got you so cheery, sweetheart?" Your mother asked, patty, always the quick fire liar just giggled and said "it's just been so long since I've had a night out alone with my lovely mother" of course patty was also grinning knowing you were along for the ride and the smells you would endure later on.
What none of you realised however was that the pair of panties you were fused to were from your fathers factory. Molded, dyed and treated with the chemical "permabind" to force it to hold its shape perminantly. If you stayed fused to these panties much longer you would be stuck forever without the permabind solvent, you were too busy with all the jiggling and crushing to notice the faint tingle of the chemicals seeping into your fused skin from the cloned fleshy material all around you.
The pressure intensified as your mother sat down in the drivers seat of the car, figiting to get comfortable as she started it up, sending a new series of vibrations through you as she had her entire weight on you.
All through out dinner you were crushed helplessly by her ass and the seat, all sounds muffled to near silence. However after a while you heard the deep rumbling sound that dwarfed that of an earthquake. Your mothers bowels. You knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it happening.
The sound was deafening as arush of slinking wind shot out your mothers ass, trapped with you inside her tight jeans the smell just circulated, making you wish you could pass out to escape it, but no such luck. Your eyes mentally watering as another fart vibrated you. This was torture.
Eventually your mother stood up at the end of the meal and you heard patty coughing and laughing "jeez mom... indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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