"Here we go, Sammy. I hope you've been doing your stretching exercises."
She poked two of her nails into your mouth as you attempted to yell, forcing it wide open. There was no stopping it now, and she grabbed each side of your mouth and stretched wide enough until she could fit two fingers in, then three, then her entire hands. Your jaw was being stretched wider than it had ever been before, and before long, your mouth was probably as wide as her hips, maybe a little smaller. Your small body dangled beneath your behemoth of a jaw, and you could only look down due to how wide your jaw was. Your little tongue wiggled wildly in place, trying to get her to stop.
Your body got lowered to the ground, and you knew what was about to happen, but nothing could brace you for it. She stepped into you, pushing her bare foot into your mouth and down your throat. You quickly stretched out as it traveled further down, and at the same time, she pulled, stretching you out even more. Halfway up her leg, her massive foot found an exit, and you were tearing up from the pain.
Her foot had pushed through your body and out of your ass, stretching tight around her ankle as she continued pulling. You got 3/4ths of the way up her leg when she giggled and looked down at you.
"Now Sammy I can't buy a one-legged pair of leggings. Here comes number 2!!!" She whispered to you.
Her other foot entered your mouth, and you silently begged for mercy. It traveled down your throat too, traveling down the same path her first one did, but this time she pulled her leg off to the side to find another exit, and one that it did find made the pain from the first feel weak.
Her foot stretched your body out, pushing things out of the way and making your skin tight. Her foot slowly found your groin, and she had to pull hard, but her foot finally managed to push through the tip of your teeny, tiny meat stick. Tears rolled down your non-existent cheeks, all unseen by Shannon, who kept tugging you up. At this point, you almost wish for the same fate as the original pair of leggings.
As she pulled, you watched as your nose disappeared more and more on the outside, driven deeper and deeper into her crack, until your nose was stretched down the entire crevice. With each inch she pulled your body up, it pulled your face around, until there was an eye on each butt cheek. Your small tongue still wiggled with life, and the only reason you stopped moving it was because it had hit something soft and warm. Your eyes snapped upwards towards her back as she let go of her waistband and looked up. Behind her? Whatever. In the mirror behind her, nothing of your body was recognizable, and all you could see was a pain-filled pair of extremely skin-tight pair of tan leggings. Not even your eyes had made it through the stretching over her cheeks.
"Oh my God, Sammy! If you weren't trying to be a tutor, you could work as a very cute pair of leggings. I love them. One small hiccup, though. You are partially see-through on the front. While you would be perfectly fine if you were pantyhose, I kind of need you to hide everything. We can fix that, though." She said, turning to face the mirror.
She pulled your lips down slightly, and your tongue pulled away from between her legs to your relief, only to be grabbed by her fingers. Shannon grabbed some extra material that wasn't stretched taut yet, which happened to be your tongue, the last freely movable thing on your body. She started stretching it out and, using some fabric glue in her purse, glued it down to cover the entire crotch. Letting go, it held tight to the bottom of your mouth. You couldn't move a peep, and she let go of your waistband. You could taste the entirety of her crotch, even the tiniest of hairs she had shaved the day before now poked against your now stretched-out and enlarged taste buds.
Shannon inspected her new leggings, satisfied with her work, before picking up the original destroyed leggings. Plucking the tag off them and attaching it to the waistband of her son-turned leggings, she tossed the original leggings into the trash can outside the changing room, making sure they went to the bottom of the can under everything else. She then grabbed the clothes she was going to buy and the now-destroyed thong and shorts.
Your vision bounced and swayed with her hips with every step as she walked to the counter, and it didn't help that everything was upside down for you. Your nose, despite being on the outside, could still smell the depths of her ass, even with the little bit that had sucked between her cheeks. Each step she had made had rubbed your enlarged taste buds against her crotch, the tiniest of hairs scratching against them, unfelt by her. Your penis and ass were in the most pain though, stretched wider and longer than ever before. You could feel them fighting against your mother's legs as they tried to shrink back to normal size.
“Like I said before, I need to see the ruined clothing.” The sales clerk said as she scanned the tag on your lip-now waistband. Shannon handing over the ruined items which the clerk gave a small look of disgust as she saw the beaten and aged thong before tossing them both in the trash and ringing up the rest of her clothes, which she put in bags, and your mother finally ripped the tag out of your lip and put in the trash. She paid, then collected her new clothes. A few steps later she was leaving the store. Your vision bounced, your tongue rubbed, and your penis and ass cried out for mercy. All an orchestra of pain and confusion for which there felt to be no end or comfort. Shannon started to walk to the car when she noticed a few more sales in other stores she shopped at frequently. Surely Sammy wouldn't mind right?
4 hours later, Shannon finally dropped the clothes she had bought onto her bed and stretched, when a thought popped into her mind. Like she was forgetting something…
1) She doesn't remember and keeps you as her leggings for a long time. Eventually becoming her favorite pair.
2) She remembers you and frees you from your prison, apologizing for how long she took
3) She does remember you, but while you slowly reform she mistakes you for other items due to the fabric glue holding your waist shape. (Biking shorts, short shorts, panties, thong, etc)   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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