This choice: "buy them normally" Shannon changes back and buys you, putting you in her bag • Go Back...Chapter #6Distracted Shopping by: bobob1   “Alright, I’ll buy them normally!” Shannon decided, smiling at the store employee. The tan leggings were simply too good of a deal to pass up, and they made her butt look phenomenal, even if they were incredibly tight and a bit constricting. Shannon tried to keep reminding herself that her own son was currently a part of her leggings, wedged between her butt cheeks, but it was getting harder and harder to remember. Out of sight, out of mind, after all.
“Excellent choice ma’am.” The employee applauded. “You look stellar in those leggings.”
“Thanks.” Shannon blushed, returning to the changing booth. With an incredible amount of effort, she managed to finagle the extra small leggings past her big bubble butt and thick thighs, and then down her long legs. You could only stare up in horror at your mother’s careless expression as she folded the leggings up, hiding you from view and casting you into darkness.
Though you were certainly glad to be freed from between your mother’s slightly sweaty butt cheeks, you were filled with dread at the possibility that she had completely forgotten about you. Your fears seemed to come true, as your giantess mother carried you in her arms with a few other items of clothes, bringing you to the cash register at the front of the store.
The same bubbly employee from before (who was mentally patting herself on the back for her great skill at getting people to buy things) happily checked out your mother’s purchases, including the ripped leggings she had used her own squishy son to patch up. Shannon thanked her for everything and then left the store, stuffing her new clothes tightly into a bag.
Her brand-new leggings, of course, fell to the bottom of the bag, with the rest of the clothes lying on top. The weight of the revealing tank tops, lacey lingerie, and rainbow-colored bikini Shannon had bought was more than enough to keep the pressure on your squishy body, holding you in place and keeping you from reforming.
Right as Shannon stepped out of the store, her eyes were drawn to a sign declaring that another store was having a 50% off store-wide sale. Grinning like a little girl, Shannon practically skipped over to the store, her addiction to spending money filling her with glee. By this point in time, you had completely and truly slipped her memory, and your mother had forgotten she had ever taken you with her to the mall to begin with.
For the next five hours, Shannon jumped from one store to the next, buying everything her naïve little eyes gazed upon. Your mother was an incorrigibly impulsive shopper, but at least she was blessed with more than enough money to make up for how much she spent. By the time she grew tired enough to want to head home, Shannon was carrying so many bags she felt like she was going to topple over.
With a bit of difficulty, Shannon made it outside to her car, and tossed her bags stuffed with purchases into the trunk, before slamming it shut and beginning to drive home. You awoke with a start hearing the trunk slam shut, as you had long since fallen asleep. You were terrified to realize that, because of the constant pressure on your tiny body, you felt even more stuck to the leggings than you had before.
It wasn’t a very long drive back home, and Shannon got some help from Stacy taking all of her bags back inside the house. Shannon wiped the sweat from her brow after finishing carrying everything inside, and Stacy could only laugh at how much her mother had bought.
“Geez mom, this is a lot.” Stacy rummaged through one of the bags. “But this bikini is super cute. Maybe I can try it some time?”
“If it fits you.” Shannon joked, referring to her absolutely massive curves. Though Stacy was blessed with attractive curves of her own, they didn’t hold a candle to her mother’s ridiculously bodacious body.
“I’m sure Sammy helped you save a ton of money, right?” Stacy giggled, giving her mother a sly look. “That’s why you brought him along, right?”
Shannon laughed, but only for a second. She was confused by her daughter’s statement. She hadn’t brought her son with her…right? Or had she, and simply forgotten about him? If that was the case, where was he right now? Had she lost him?
Stacy noticed her mother’s thoughtful frown. “Uh…mom? What’s wrong? And where is Sammy?”
Shannon fidgeted nervously and looked at her daughter, trying to formulate some sort of answer. Desperately, she wracked her brain for the memory that would clue her in to where you were.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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