This choice: Helen molds you into clothing to wear, so you can always be close all weekend. • Go Back...Chapter #7Helen Keeps You Close by: bobob1   (Originally written by Alistair)
“As I said I don’t have time to look after you, and I don’t think leaving you alone in the room all weekend would be a good idea. So I think we can start your punishment for inconveniencing me early and I’ll just mold you into something I can wear to keep you with me,” your mom was clearly irritated by having to accommodate you unexpectedly, based on the flat tone of her voice.
“But mom, I’ll be fine in here all weekend...” a small scowl from Helen was all that was needed to shut you up, knowing better than to try and debate her on this. You silently cursed your mom’s sense of “fairness” when it came to punishments. Sure, your prescence here was an extra worry for her, but it was Tracy’s fault! Why were you getting punished? Still though, if you argued further, you’d just be giving Helen a reason to extend your punishment further than just this weekend, so you kept your mouth shut.
“So, as I was saying, I’ll need to mold you into something I can wear that isn’t too visible, since none of my clothes are tan and you would clash with their colours,” she brainstormed for a brief moment before you saw her eyes light up with that dangerous glint you saw earlier, you nervously gulped in anticipation. “I’ll have to mold you into underwear for the weekend. Nothing else will work, a tan bra would show through some of my blouses and I don’t plan on wearing socks with the shoes I’m wearing,” you sighed as she finished speaking, already hating this idea. As she saw your reaction to the idea of serving as her underwear, she flatly continued. “Unless you’d rather be my insole for the weekend?”
Hearing her say that shut you up, as much as serving as underwear would be bad, filling in as an insole would definitely be worse.
“Bear in mind that this is a punishment, Hunter. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.” With that said Helen grabbed you and started to flatten you out before you could respond. She stretched your limbs out and tied them together to form the loops of your new underwear form. Within a few moments Helen had sculpted your malleable body into the rudimentary shape of a pair of underwear. Since she was only using her hands to do it, you weren’t perfectly underwear shaped, but you were close enough in Helen’s eyes. She had shaped you in a way where your face would be on the back end, but facing outwards, so you would possibly get some respite from her grinding ass cheeks, but your more cynical side told you it probably wouldn’t matter very much.
“Now that’s out of the way I don’t have too long until my meeting with the company managers starts, so I’m just going to have to get dressed quickly,” she looked down to you. Still clearly irritated at you being here and not at home. “You’ll get a break tomorrow, the heiress that I’m meeting with insists that our meeting be by the pool, she can’t have her beauty regimen interrupted, so I’ll probably just keep you in my bag while I’m meeting with her or something since I won’t be needing underwear when I’m wearing a bikini.”
Your mom nonchalantly dropped you to the floor, and you heard the rustling sound of her getting undressed. From your position, face down on the floor, you thankfully couldn’t see anything. You heard her mumbling to herself about which clothes would be best to wear to her meeting for a while before she seemed to go silent, clearly having picked out an outfit.
You suddenly felt Helen’s feet slide through your loops that your bound arms and legs formed and you began to slide upwards as she grabbed your arms and dragged you up her legs. Helen was not a skinny woman, and she had clearly not stretched you out enough to be an easy fit on her, so your ascent began to slow as you started to raise up past her thighs. After a few seconds of struggling, Helen’s pulling on you stretched your arms and legs out enough to rocket you up past her meaty thighs and ample ass cheeks in one swift, painful (for you), pull.
Even though your arms and legs now fit around Helen’s hips your body was not as adequately stretched out, your torso rocketed up between her butt cheeks, now almost completely hidden from the outside world. Helen grimaced seeing the state of your stretched out form, but shrugged.
“He is being punished, so if it’s a bit uncomfortable for him then it’s a better punishment,” she thought to herself.
After securing you around her backside, Helen glanced at the clock, panicking now that she could see how much time she spent making sure you were secure and that she was now very likely going to be late. With a glance of annoyance in the mirror at your thin, stretched out face, slowly sinking between her cheeks and out of view, she rushed to get ready. Helen quickly got the dressed, fixed her makeup, and left to go to her first meeting of a very busy weekend for her, and now also for you.
As Helen rushed to get to her meeting, which was only a few blocks away from her hotel, you were ground relentlessly between her rapidly moving buns. Between the rapid motion and the fact that you had been molded into underwear that was probably a size too small for her, you were very quickly being pulled into the depths of her asscrack. You were beginning to resemble more of a thong than a regular pair of underwear. Your mother noticed none of this however, as she was in too much of a rush to get to her meeting.
Her rush was also causing a massive amount of sweat to build up around you, your body’s absorbent qualities greedily drawing in all of the sweat, preventing Helen’s normally very sweaty behind from being anywhere near as bad as it would normally be.
Helen hurried into the meeting room, flustered. With a quick, quiet apology, she quickly took her seat. All thoughts of you had slipped her mind. She was too focused on her meeting. You were painfully compressed as Helen’s hefty backside squeezed into the chair, her monumental cheeks collapsing in on you and crushing the air out of your already compressed lungs.
You internally sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long weekend.
*****
You awoke to the the soothing sensation of the air conditioning of your mothers room, now that she was taking you off. You had just spent the last 16 hours compressed between Helen’s butt cheeks as she went from meeting to meeting, had dinner with one of her bosses, and finally went to bed still wearing you, too tired to even take you off.
As you hit the floor between your mother’s feet, she plucked you up in her hand and lifted you to her face. Her face, now in view, had the same disciplinarian expression you were used to when she was carrying out her punishments.
“So Hunter, your first shift as my underwear is over, you can have a break now. I’m going to go for a shower and then I’ve got to get to the rooftop pool where I’m meeting with a client. Since I won’t need underwear when I’m in a swimsuit, you can rest in my bag,” Helen regarded you with little pity for your situation, as far as she was concerned this was the best way to teach you a lesson about interfering with her job. She almost got into a lot of trouble for being late to her first meeting, so she was still slightly irritated with you.
She casually dropped you on the bed, face up. You watched her wide hips sway as she walked to the bathroom with a small amount of fear, knowing you’d be wrapped around them at least once more before you were freed.
After around half an hour you were deposited in your mother’s bag by her, now clad in a surprisingly revealing blue one piece bikini. With you secure, Helen headed up to the rooftop pool and found two loungers, her client had wanted to keep their meeting casual. This meeting was to secure a sponsorship from her company on this clients new reality tv show, where she share as a house with ten tiny men for a few weeks. She waited for a few moments before she spotted her client and grimaced.
Danielle Abernant was the daughter of a multi-billionaire, Mr Arthur Abernant. As expected she was a spoiled brat and Helen hated dealing with her, but Danielle seemed to have taken a liking to her, enjoying that your mother basically did all the work for her in all of their business dealings.
As she strutted past the pool towards your mother, many heads turned to ogle her. Tanned skin and prominent curves were on full display in her very revealing two piece tan bikini. Her piercing blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses probably worth more than your mom’s car, which were framed by long flowing platinum blonde hair which went down past her shoulders. She was a vision of beauty and she knew it.
“Hey Helen!” The heiress squealed and Helen groaned internally.
“Hello Miss Abernant, I have all of the documents here. So we can get on with the details of your sponsorship,” Helen simply wanted to get this over with so she could get on with her other work, but deep down she knew that this wouldn’t go quickly.
“Aww, always so professional Helen!” Danielle’s full, plump lips parted into a pout. “Learn to let go a little and have some fun! We can get to the boring paperwork later.”
Danielle looked to a passing waiter and snapped her fingers, demanding two margaritas for herself and Helen.
Hearing all this from inside your mother’s bag, you had a bad feeling this girl would cause you trouble in one way or another.
1) Danielle’s skimpy thong bikini is broken by her monumental hips, and some way or another she spots you in Helen’s bag and demands to wear you for the rest of their meeting or she’ll cancel the sponsorship deal.
2) Danielle and your mother get very drunk together. In her hungover state the next morning, Helen forgets that you are her thong!
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