This choice: Both of you have stuck to Barbara's Booty • Go Back...Chapter #7Set out, Saved or Set up by: Jusenkyo   The jiggling rear had managed to take you both with it, making it look more like multi colored booty shorts than a strange splotch as you would normally be. Your mom probably would have noticed something was wrong if she wasn't already practically collapsed on the couch, but maybe this was still in your favor! Barbara couldn't reasonably wear her cloths into the shower with her so you should have ample time to regain your shape. Of course before she got into the shower she sat back down to take her socks off, undoing any progress you and Andrew might have made towards escaping. When she finally did take her shorts off she casually tossed them onto the floor, leaving you facing upwards, the only problem now was the deliberate flattening you had endured and how long it would take to regain your shape. There was about ten minutes for you to struggle with it and in that time all you managed to do was regain some dimension and it seemed that the same was true for Andrew. The shadow of Barbara loomed over you, clad in only a towel she blinked a couple of times before settling into a semi shocked expression.
"oh my! Jack, and well you can't be Zelina so... did that little cat get to you again Andrew? Mommy is so sorry! I wouldn't sit on you on purpose, here let me help." For once Barbara seemed interested in saving you from your situation, you could thank Andrew for that probably but either way getting ripped from the spandex prison was uncomfortable to say the least. Barbara carried the two of you over to her night stand and set you down before going back into the bathroom and getting dressed. "now you two just focus on reforming, I'm sure My big ol' booty did a number on you so it might take a while but you'll be back in no time. I'm sending trish in to shower, I'm sure she's much more careful than me so you'll have nothing to worry about." And with that she set some cloths on the bed and walked out, swiftly replaced by your mother hazily wandering into the bathroom. The sound of running water started up again and you doubled your effort, this time by the time the water turned off you were sure you and Andrew had managed to reform mouths. You made an effort to look anywhere but towards the cloths as Trish walked out to get changed, still sounding exhausted she mumbled the cloths as she put them on.
"panties... Bra... Shirt.. Pants.." she paused, not seeing any socks set out for her by Barbara until she spotted a Brown sock and a light tan one. You didn't realize why she had paused until it was too late, her hands had already closed around you're mouth. "Left foot" she was only half paying attention, clearly almost asleep as she pried your mouth apart to slip her foot inside, the taste of lotion across your tongue until you were about half way up her calf where she let go and you snapped around it. "Right foot" she repeated the same with Andrew who was making much more of an effort to resist than you, not that your mom noticed any difference as she wiggled her toes inside of you both. "I'll tell her to make matching ones, *yawn* next time" She lingered on every step as she made her way back into the living room, the heavy weight dropping and then lifting off again. She stood in front of the shoes, you could already smell the lingering foot stink when she called out. "Jack, Zelina, we're going home now, get your kitty."
She didn't wait to slip her feet back into the worn running shoes, the smell and taste of old sweat seeped in slowly as the confinement brought new sweat from her feet you could swear there was a hint of something sweet too but quickly quashed that idea as your mind trying to make the situation better. Trish seemingly didn't realize you didn't get in the car when Zelina did, she'd probably need some sleep before she realized what happened, hopefully that wouldn't be too much time...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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