You were in complete agony with your now very elongated and stretched out bottom half being stretched around your mother’s legs for almost 4 hours now. Your dick, which her right leg was forced through and out, was in the most pain due to your ass having a slightly stretchier hole for her left ankle to fit through. It screamed for the pressure to be let off, and you could feel your body fighting to shrink back to normal size at any time. Your vision was inverted and bounced with every step for the last 4 hours as your mother shopped, and the sudden darkness as she sat down to drive. Sitting still was fine, but you couldn't help but get a little motion sick from the jiggling of her asscheeks when she walked. Soon enough though, her drive was over and when she turned to grab her bags out of the car, you were pleasantly welcome at the sight of your home. Thankfully, the torture would be over soon and the looming fear in your mind of something being torn quickly left. She grabbed her bags, hauled them inside to the bedroom, and you couldn’t believe the words you could hear from above.
“I feel like I’m forgetting something… Phone… no. That's not it. Have my purse? Yes, right here.” Your mother wondered aloud. She scratched her ass with her sharp nails, digging into your eye, before the sudden realization hit her.
“Sammy! Phew, that could've been bad!” She said, and grabbed at the waistbands of her new leggings and began to pull her modified son down her legs.
You cried out mentally in relief as she did and you watched her ass slowly retreat from your immediate vicinity, and so did the lingering smell your nose got from between her cheeks. It was a bit painful as she retracted her legs from each of your stretched out holes and made their way back out of your throat, but the pressure of clenching around an unyielding object like her ankle was gone now. Your ass and the opening to your dick was not immediately closing back up on their own, and the feeling of the air circulating through your most sensitive areas and through your body was somewhat ticklish and sent a cold chill through your body. You would've been shivering if you could, but laying in a crumpled heap below your mother, you felt so happy to be released. Your mother smiled down at you with a look of compassion and sympathy. Before picking you up to chest level and examining you.
“Sammy, like I said before, you’d make one hell of a pair of leggings. We might have to try this again” Shannon said with a sly giggle at the thought, before laying you down, eyes up on the bed.
“Oh, that's kind of cool. You turned pinkish from where you got stretched when I was walking and driving. Kinda a cool design with the ankles and waistband being pink.” She noticed looking over you. She was still naked from the waist down and unable to shut your invisible eyes, you got more than an eyeful against your will as she turned around and bent down to the bags at her ankles.
“I got some more clothes at the mall, and I'm sorry I completely forgot about you.” She apologized, and at this moment you actually believed her. “But some good news, this was a one-time thing. I got a new pair of leggings!” She excitedly exclaimed as she pulled out a pair of tan leggings that exactly matched your current form. A little put off on her choice and a possible mix up, you watch as she digs more into her bag.
“I don’t think you’d want to see a copy of yourself on me, but I also got this pair of jogging shorts too. It’ll totally go with my new sports bra i got the other day!” She pulled a tan pair of skintight compression shorts and alarm bells started to go off in your head. Bending over again, you mentally groaned as she started to tug the shorts up her legs.
“Despite our rivalry, Eva and I are gonna start working out every morning to try and make some kind of friendly-ish connection. Yes, I know she’s more athletic than I am, but I'm gonna look way better between the two of us when we're out jogging and exercising at the gym in town. Believe it or not, she’s the one that reached out!” She said, struggling to put the shorts on over her ass. You mentally groaned and if you had a working mouth, you would’ve told her to just kiss and get it over with.
“Mpfh! I might’ve gotten a size too small, but there! The really cool thing about these besides the fact they can absorb any liquid that tries to pass through is they’ll turn from tan to a light pink in areas the shorts are stretched the most. Hey! Kinda like you did! What a funny coinkydink!” She said, turning around to show off her amazing deal. And they admittedly looked nice, but they were definitely too small for her bubbly ass. And true to her word, there were parts that were turning slightly pink from how tight they were against her. They weren't cutting off circulation from what you could tell, but they clung to every square millimeter of her thighs, crotch and ass. The fabric right around where her thighs exited were slightly pink as well as the material directly over her ass. The thing also gave her a wicked camel toe, despite her trying to tug it away.
“Well, they’ll stretch out enough over time… or I might have to go in and exchange them if they won't, but lookie what I got next!” She said, and again, she bent down into the bags to show off her next purchase. When she did so, you were thankful not to be the shorts that occupied her waist. The light pink that covered her ass slowly turned into a dark pink shadow formed down through the crevice of her ass and over her nether lips as they dug in, and stretched so much that you could see individual ridges and… She stood up, thankfully taking the horror show away from your unavoidable gaze.
“I got more thongs! G-Strings to be more specific. Since my last pair got torn in the changing room, I decided to get a couple more!” She said excitedly, holding up multiple pairs of the same tan colored underwear. Mentally shuddering again, you couldn’t remember how many times your mom asked for your help in fixing something, only to be used as a temporary bit of fabric to hold the string together. Thankfully whenever she had squashed you before, your nose and mouth were squished shut, devoting you of your senses almost entirely between the noise blocking the dark chasm that was her ass cheeks.
“Stacy was thinking of trying out that new Mexican place for lunch, and I might join her. I got some of these for her too. She’s apparently broke a few too.” She giggled and spun one around on her finger before flinging it onto the bed next to you.
“And these ones are promoted as being nigh unbreakable, but I don't think they were counting on my ass and its track record! They’re not stain resistant but who's gonna see right?” She laughed to herself.
“Okay, now that show and tell is over, I guess I can let you reform overnight. Just make sure to watch out for me in the morning when I get up if you’re reformed by then. You’re more than welcome to join us for our luncheon.” Shannon invited with a smile, before picking up the thongs and extra leggings. She set the small pile of thongs next to a shirt she had prepared to get changed into after the run, as well as the leggings, obviously going to be her outfit for tomorrow.
She pulled out her new sports bra out of the drawer before bending down and peeling off the compression shorts, which you could have sworn they let out a sigh of elastic relief when she peeled them off her. She set them down on the dresser next to the bra and continued on to you. She pickled you up, and walked over, absent-mindedly dropping you on top of the semi-organized new clothes before walking off to shower, and eventually sleep. Your body still banged up prevented you from sleeping and focused on reforming.
Your tongue was still glued to your shaped body, so you couldn't exactly break the mold of a waistband or the leg holes that were your brutalized ass and crotch. You tried nonetheless in the pitch black, unable to see the progress you could theoretically have made. And soon enough, Shannon’s alarm went off. She slapped her hand around for the snooze button, and when she was unable to find it, she begrudgingly got up and stumbled past the dresser on her way to the bathroom, her hand accidentally knocking over the whole organized pile of clothing you laid across, and she muttered a curse half awake, and blindly tried to put everything back how it was. Unfortunately for you, she grabbed your lip and tossed you on one of the piles before she continued to the bathroom to relieve herself.
A minute later, she walked in and turned on the bedroom light blinding both of you momentarily. And when your vision came back to you, in the body length mirror you could see in horror her accidental mistake. Your body was…
*Laying on the outfit she had planned to wear after her exercise that morning! You hadn't reformed much due to the stretching out you received yesterday!*
*Laying under her sports bra! You shrunk down enough to be mistaken for her compression shorts, trapped very intimately against her while she exercised!*
*Laying in the pile of G-strings she had next to her planned outfit! You shrunk so far that the only thing that was preventing you from reforming was the glue, trapping you in the perfect thong shape. Let's hope you’re not worn or gifted away!*
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