As she dumped the clothes down on her bed, you were worried about where you were going to end up. You hoped that your mother would notice you at some point, but those hopes were quickly dashed as she folded you along with her other pairs of panties and set you in her underwear drawer. You mentally sighed in relief, knowing that you weren't going to be adorning your mom's ass any time soon. And to think, your sister wasn't even involved. Knowing you wouldn't be bothered for a while, you struggled as hard as you could to squeeze your body out of the fabric. If it had been regular clothing, you'd be able to get out in just a few minutes. However, because it was made from the same material as your dad, it had attempted to bond with you. You remember your dad had been lost for a couple of days a while back. You were all extremely worried about him, only to find out your mom had accidentally sat on him and he had bonded with her panties. A soak in some special solution got him back to normal in just under an hour. Because your body make up wasn't exactly the same as his, you could separate yourself on your own, though it took quite a bit longer.
After a few minutes of struggling, though, you hear a faint ringing noise. "Hello?", your mom answers. "Jack? Hey, sweetie!", Mary cheerfully answers as she tosses down the clothes she was working on. "I've got everything set up for this weekend. We got ten tickets for the carnival. Oh, by the way, Stacy, Emma, and their girls are going with us, along with Gary's little girls, so we're gonna need our little man to look out for us to-... What's that?", she asked, her happy demeanor quickly dissipating. "What do you mean you can't make it?", Mary asked, sounding rather upset. "We planned for this for months... *sigh* I know, meetings, testing, and all that... I know, I we talked about it when we decided everything. You run the company full time, I raise the girls full time, I understand, Jackie. I still feel it's best, but the girls need to see their father every once and a while. And I need my husband... Well, alright. Just promise me you'll at least try to work something out... I love you, too, Jack", she said, blowing a kiss over the phone.
The arrangement in question was made when both you and your sister turned fifteen. Your parents had previously shared the role of both running the company and raising the two of you. Whenever your dad was at work, your mom would stay home, and vice versa. You had always been fairly well-behaved, but your sister was a different story. Whenever she didn't get her way, she used to throw a fit, but she never threatened your dad. That is, until he refused to pay for a tattoo for her birthday. She waited until your mom had left for work and confronted your diminutive father, threatening to make HIM into a body decoration unless he gave her what she wanted. Naturally, he quickly gave in and spent the day being dragged around by your sister to pay for her expenses while you were at your friends' house, beginning to grow afraid of Patricia as you had. Once your mom came home, he had told her what had happened and they had decided, after Patty apologized to Jack and returned the items from her shopping spree (though, a few items somehow showed up in your mom's closet), they had decided that it was best that he run the company full-time, where he could be safe, and that Mary raise you and your sister, so you two could have more of an authority figure. Mary had felt like she had taken care of your sister's problems, but she had only learned to be nice to you around your mother. You weren't sure if she would try to do anything to your dad again, but you still worried for him.
Mary sighed as she sat down. By now, you had gotten free of her panties and had fully reformed, though the weight of the underwear above you kept you from moving much. "*sigh* Looks like I've got another night to myself", Mary said as she looked over at your dad's side of the bed. "Sure am getting my moneys' worth out of you", she said as she opened her underwear drawer.
You looked around, wondering what she was talking about before you looked to your immediate right. There, right beside you, was a large translucent red dildo, only a little bit smaller than you. You cringed as your mom dug around her underwear for her sex toy, not wanting to know how often she used it. Unfortunately, your pause proved to be fatal, as, instead of her bright red toy, she had grabbed you instead, squeezing you tightly as she lifted you up. "Huh. A bit squishier than I remem- Jill?!", she cried. "Wh-what are you doing in there?!", your mom asked, shocked to find her daughter hiding among her unmentionables.
You turned bright red in response, extremely embarrassed to be in such an awkward position. "H-h-h-hi mom. Um, y-you see.. uh..."
Your mom doesn't seem to be all that patient with you. She never thought she would find her tiny daughter rummaging through her underwear. How does she react?
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