Tearing your gaze away from Elizabeth’s explosively large hips, you looked up at her pleading expression.
You could tell that she was really looking forward to spending the day at the beach with her daughter and was desperately looking to you for a solution to allow that to happen.
However, you also noticed an excitement in her eyes when Mackenzie suggested she wear you that gave you pause. Why was your girlfriend’s mother excited to wear you? She always found squashing you funny in some way, but that was always after it happened. For her to be giddy at the thought of taking advantage of your malleability could be the start of a dangerous trend for you.
You didn’t have long to ponder your reservations, as all 4 women looked at you expectantly. Only Olivia seemed worried at the prospect of you being worn by her mother, but even on her face you could see conflict, she clearly was looking forward to spending the day with her mom, and without bikini bottoms for her that was not going to happen.
Sighing internally, but not allowing your expression to display your hesitance so you wouldn’t worry Olivia any more than she already was, you nodded your head.
“S-sure, I can fill in as your bottoms Elizabeth,” despite trying to act confident, your voice shook at the idea of being stretched out by Elizabeth’s hips, a tremble that caused Mackenzie and her mother to both smirk. “This way you and Olivia can still have fun together.”
A few things happened as those words left your mouth. Elizabeth bounced up and down excitedly, which caused enough of a distraction for Olivia that she didn’t notice what Mackenzie was doing quickly enough to object to it.
Mackenzie leaned forward with a grin and then proceeded to slam her hand down on you, flattening you instantly. Before you were even given the chance to process what was happening she got to work pulling out your limbs as far as they were able to stretch, taking great joy from fashioning you into a serviceable bikini bottom for the curviest of the four women. She knew this was going to be hell for you, and that was just the icing on the cake for her. The most important thing for her was that she’d get to spend time with Olivia without you around to ruin it.
You found it difficult to take in anything around you as Mackenzie callously stretched and moulded your body into shape. You felt your limbs tied together to form straps, but beyond that you had no idea where most of your body had ended up.
Before long, her movements came to a stop, and you were left immobile, only able to look up at her smirking face as you were left in the shape of a makeshift bikini bottom as she deposited you on the changing room bench that the four women were crowded around.
Olivia and Elizabeth had clearly noticed Mackenzie working on getting you into shape mid way through her efforts, and your girlfriend now loomed over you with a worried expression on her face. If she was planning on voicing any concerns, she didn’t get the chance, as her mother excitedly barged over, unintentionally hip checking her daughter out of the way as she surged towards you.
“Oh wow he looks great dear!” She praised Mackenzie’s efforts, which only made the black haired woman’s smile grow wider. “Even though he’s tan, he’ll still match my white top perfectly!”
As Elizabeth reached down to grab you, presumably to go change, you were surprised to see Jennifer put a hand on her shoulder, which caused Elizabeth to pause and turn to face her.
“Just a sec Elizabeth, we probably want to hold off for a second,” you were surprised at Jennifer’s hesitance, she was normally never opposed to seeing you in positions like this, especially when it was her daughter’s antics that put you in them. Your surprise lasted until she continued speaking. “You could get into trouble for just wearing him like this, you know what all of those tiny rights activists are like, poking their noses into other people’s business. You’d be much safer wearing your new bikini bottom if we signed him up for a temporary usage license first.”
You couldn’t believe that she had even suggested that, and even worse, that none of the other three were disagreeing with her! Olivia was air-headed, and so was her mother, but surely even they could figure out for themselves that this was a bad idea.
“Wouldn’t that take a while though? Surely mom would need to take him to the C.T.C for that?” Olivia finding problems with the logistics of this plan instead of the actual plan itself made you want to cry out and correct her, but sadly you were in no position to do so.
“No actually, you can do it all online now, for a temporary one at least. They even have an app that lets you do it,” Jennifer explained, before producing her phone and showing she already had the app installed. You momentarily wondered why she already had the app on her phone, but couldn’t dwell on it too long as she started filling out details on the app, starting the registration process. “I’ll put in the duration for the week that we are here for, just incase any more of Elizabeth’s things go missing. Does he have an account with the C.T.C already? I’ll need his ID code.”
“Uhh… no, I don’t think he does. He’s never really wanted to do this kind of thing before, so don’t you think we should ask-“
“Oh that’s ok then, the app generates one for him if it’s his first time being registered,” you wanted to scream as Jennifer interrupted Olivia as she was about to ask for them to check with you first.
You could tell that Olivia didn’t want for you to be worn by her mother, but the fact that the other three women seemed to be all for it, combined with her desire to spend the day with her mother seemed to be making her less inclined to argue as the conversation went on.
As time went on her ditzy brain was rationalising that this was all ok. Her mom wouldn’t want to hurt you, so if she was eager to use you as a bikini it probably wouldn’t be too bad for you, she reasoned.
“Done! He’s signed up for the week for you to use just in case anything else goes missing Elizabeth, and now that he’s got an ID number with them it’ll be easier to sign him up again if he needs to be,” Jennifer looked at you with a playful smirk as she said the last part, a grin that only you and her daughter seemed to acknowledge.
“Great! Now I can pull on this new bikini bottom and we can go and have some fun!” You paled at her simply referring to you as a bikini bottom, you couldn’t possibly have slipped her mind already, could you? Your fears were slightly assuaged when she looked at you with a smile. “Thanks so much for doing this Andrew, and I’m sure you’ll do a great job as my bikini bottom!”
Without another word, and with considerable effort, Elizabeth shimmied her shorts down her legs, followed by her poor, battered pair of panties, which looked more like a thong after spending the morning being chewed up by her monstrous buttocks, a fate you would soon be facing for the rest of the day.
She grabbed you from the bench, leaving her massive white bikini top on the bench to put on after you, before lowering you to the ground and stepping one foot into each of your holes. It was now that you realised with a groan that you were staring directly upwards to the shelf of your girlfriend’s mother’s ass, your head must have been squashed into the back of your new bikini form, and would soon be buried between those mountainous, wobbling cheeks.
“Have fun!” She said with a wink, there was zero maliciousness to her well wishes, she just had no idea how bad this was going to be for you.
You attempted to call up to her and say you had changed your mind, but Mackenzie had crushed you too much for you to even make a sound. She grabbed each of your straps and you were hit with an extreme sense of vertigo as you raced upwards.
Your ascent was ground to a halt as you hit your first obstacle, her thick thighs.
Your limbs ached as they were stretched out to accommodate the sheer width of the thighs being pushed between them and your body. It was a gruelling ascent, but you never slowed down, Elizabeth’s unfathomably, to you, strong arms dragging you higher and higher up her legs.
After a painful drag upwards, you impacted on the base of her asscheeks, and all impressions you had of her thighs being an obstacle were shattered. You screamed, but no sound was produced, as your arms were pulled well beyond what you thought were their limits around the swell of her ass, and even further than that. Your face was plunged between her doughy mounds, the slight amount of sweat between them only serving to provide lubrication to propel you deeper between them.
Letting go of your limbs, they snapped into place hugging her hips tightly, indenting into her soft skin. Your face, now fully buried in her backside, was under constant crushing pressure simply by being under so many tonnes of jiggling flesh, and was crushed even further when she clenched to feel you between them, sighing contentedly at how comfortable you were.
You could hear nothing of other outside world, since you were buried so deep, so you couldn’t hear the four women excitedly making plans for how they would spend their day.
What does Elizabeth decide to do?
1) Elizabeth and Olivia decide to go swimming, and the mother and daughter very quickly forget about you.
2) Elizabeth, feeling lazy, simply decides to go lay down and tan. She is joined by Mackenzie, who’s mind is racing with ideas of how to to make your time even worse.
3) Olivia goes swimming and Mackenzie joins her, hoping to spend time with her without your interruption. Meanwhile the two moms decide to go to the beachside bar and have some drinks, during which Jennifer plans to try and convince Elizabeth that it would be a good idea to extend your usage license further.
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