This choice: Shannon back with an arm full of Athletic clothes to try • Go Back...Chapter #5Shannon's back with Athletic clothes by: bobob1   Shannon walked back into the dressing room, closing the curtain behind her. Mentally she was kicking herself for already having squashed you underneath her ass. She even promised you that nothing like that would happen earlier! Dejectedly she looked down at the pair of panties and saw your body plastered face first into them. Putting the arm full of clothes to the side of you she went to work at freeing you. Picking up the panties she quickly used her fingernail to being scraping your tiny body off of the fabric. Your skin was only a subtly different shade than the panties themselves, but luckily for both of you it was noticeable enough to see where you ended and the fabric began. After a few moments Shannon's fingernail dug under your head, as she pinched you between two fingers and ripped you off.
"Oh jeez, I'm so sorry again, Sammy. I promise from here on out I'll keep off of you!" Shannon said quietly to you. She placed your body down on the far corner of the bench, away from where she would sit down if she had to, and you breathed a sigh of relief. After a minute your body popped back into shape and you looked up at Shannon.
"Jeez mom that might be a new record for fastest time you've squashed me" you said as Shannon dropped her head, "but also a new record for fastest time to get me free, so I would say no harm done!" As you finished Shannon's head looked back up and she smiled down at you.
"Thanks for being so understanding, Sammy. You know I never want to put you in these situations, it's just I'm so darn big and you're so teeny tiny, I can't help but lose track of you." Shannon giggled at her response. You were a bit annoyed as you usually were when someone referred to your height in such a demeaning way, but you knew she didn't mean anything intentionally hurtful by it.
"Of course, I know you don't mean it." You said up to her with a smile. She grinned back at you before turning her attention to the stack of clothes next to her.
"Alright Sammy, I found all of these tan-colored articles of clothing on sale! Some of them aren't exactly my size, but I think I can make them work!" Shannon said excitedly down to you on the bench. You remembered how enthusiastic Shannon always seemed to get about shopping and chuckled to yourself. Quickly, Shannon shimmied out of her outfit, her massive assets swinging free in her underwear. You shielded your eyes as Shannon didn't even give a second thought to how revealing she was being with you in the vicinity. You pretty much learned that after years of modeling that Shannon had lost practically all sense of modesty and paraded around in whatever she wanted. Shannon turned around and removed her bra, at the very least preventing you from seeing her bare breasts, but simultaneously pointing her ridiculous ass right towards you. You brought up a second hand to fully block your vision from the spectacle in front of you as Shannon rifled through the stack of clothes next to you. You removed your hands for a second to look at the clothes and saw Shannon reach for a pair of tan leggings. Glancing at the tag on them you saw that they read "XS" and immediately yelled up to your mom.
"Uhh, mom? Extra small? Are you sure that's going to fit you?" Shannon was in fantastic shape, but her six foot frame and ludicrous hips meant that she was usually a medium or a large in most items. Trying to squeeze into an extra small seemed like a recipe for disaster.
"Of course I can sweetie, that's why they're stretchy!" Shannon responded. She grabbed a simple tan sports bra and slipped it on to cover up before grabbing the extra small leggings themselves. She dropped them at her feet and bent over to put them on, unconsciously flaunting her ass to you once again. You looked down at her feet instead of up at her butt and saw Shannon already struggling to pull the fabric over even her calves. Shannon began to grunt and yank the stretchy fabric upwards, forcing it to slide over her skin towards her waist. After a few minutes of struggling she had somehow gotten the pants all the way to the bottom of her ass cheeks, and there she ran into the real problem. Yanking up again she did nothing but jiggle her butt flesh, making no headway on putting the pants on. You decided to intervene,
"Mom, I really don't think those are going to fit." You say cautiously.
"Oh shush, yes they will." Shannon responds, now beginning to feel slightly embarrassed at the situation. With one last furious yank and grunt Shannon jumped in the air and slid the pants up and over her ass cheeks! However, at the same exact time you both heard an audible *rrrrriip* and you both froze. Shannon looked back timidly at the leggings that tightly compressed her thick legs, turning around to face her ass towards the mirror. In it she saw deep in the crack of her ass a gigantic tear along the seam of the pants! She could see her thong underneath the pants as she gasped and inspected it closer. As you were about to tell your mom "I told you so" a voice spoke up outside the dressing room.
"Uhh, sorry to interrupt ma'am. But I couldn't help but hear that noise and I have to tell you that if you damage the merchandise then you must buy it." The employee's words sent shivers down Shannon's spine. She had no problem with spending the money but she was absolutely mortified that her fat ass had ripped a pair of stretchy leggings. In a panic she looked around, glancing at you, her tan leggings, back to you, back to her leggings. You gulped in fear, it looked like Shannon was beginning to form an idea, and these never went well for you.
"Uhh, not sure what you're talking about, everything is A-okay in here!" Shannon responded timidly before turning to face you.
"Oh, alright, sorry about that then! Why don't ya come out here and look at the clothes in the better lighting! I can even tell you how great they definitely look on you." The employee seemed friendly after being fed the lie that nothing had been ripped, but Shannon began to sweat with nervousness. She leaned down to you and began to whisper,
"Okay, Sammy, I'm really really really sorry about this but I have no other choice. Can you help mommy out of this situation?" Before you could even respond Shannon had grabbed your body in her hand and swung it around to her backside. Lining your body up with the gaping rip in the ass crack of her leggings she immediately squashed your form flat and pressed you down exactly where the rip had appeared. Using her fingers to squash your body along the edges of the rip she expertly molded you into a perfect patch for the fabric. A few moments later Shannon removed her hands and you could just barely see yourself in the mirror, despite being deep in her crack. If you could have gasped you would have, you blended in perfectly with the fabric on the leggings! Shannon wiped sweat off her brow and whispered, "Thanks again, Sammy. I'll free you ASAP" before opening the curtain and greeting the employee.
You felt yourself be chewed up between Shannon's massive buns as she paraded her outfit in front of the employee, all the while she was throwing compliments at your mom in an attempt to get her to buy the pants. You could barely hear the conversation through tons of butt flesh but you made some of it out.
"You need to buy those pants girl. Don't even put your other pants back on, this is your new outfit for the day."
Shannon accepted the comment with a smile before thinking back down to the predicament she put you in. If she wore them out of the store she would have to wear you until she could change somewhere else, and who knows how long that could be. But on the other hand she really did not want to arouse any more suspicion in the employee. Flip flopping on what to do, she tapped her feet and sent her cheeks jiggling yet again, even with the tightly constraining fabric.
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