This choice: Lauren doesn't notice, and completely sews your body into Rio's leggings. • Go Back...Chapter #5Rio's Well-Worn Leggings by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Your tiny vibrated slightly, visibly shifting...at the exact moment Lauren sneezed, closing her eyes and turning her head into the crook of her arm to politely cover herself.
Sniffling, Lauren turned back to her little project, shifted Rio's leggings under the sewing machine, and turned the machine on. Drained of all of your strength, you could only let out a pathetic whimper as your mother blissfully smiled and started up the machine. You'd placed your entire soul into that last effort, and it had been ruined all because of such a simple little action from Lauren's perspective. It really hammered home just how insignificant a tiny like you could be in this often-cruel world.
However, all of your continued rational thought fled your mind, replaced by an agonizing mute scream a second later as the needle of the sewing machine jammed itself into your body.
While your mother hummed a happy little tune, always excited to be following her passion of clothing design, you continued to cry out in pained terror, your screams silenced by your flattened lungs and squished mouth. The needle jammed into your body over and over, merciless and brutally efficient in its cruel torture of your poor abused self. The microscopic, nearly invisible, extra-strength thread was jabbed into your very being, poking into your body over and over. There was nothing you could do to resist, and you could only whimper at this nightmarish torment you begged to know why you deserved.
Though it felt like an eternity, it actually only took your mother about five minutes to seal your fate. She shut down the machine, lifted the leggings up, and inspected her handiwork. Mentally patting herself on the back, Lauren smiled with satisfaction. She'd successfully sewn you into the leggings, patching up the hole so well that there wasn't even a noticeable mark to delineate where your body had been in the first place. The thread was basically invisible too, so the entire job was completed without leaving a trace. Unbeknownst to her, she had just masterfully made her son a near-permanent addition to her best friend's leggings.
Grasping the leggings, Laruen raced back downstairs and proudly shoved you towards Rio. The athletic woman took you back, and admired Lauren's work with appreciation.
"Beautiful work, Lauren." Rio said. "Thank you for this."
Your mother blushed at the praise. "It was my pleasure! And remember, that extra-strength thread I wove into the torn fabric is some serious miracle stuff. It can handle stretching, twisting, water and sweat, a million washing and drying cycles, and everything in between. Basically, no need to hold back!" Lauren gushed, then winked. "I mean, even if it does break, I'll just patch it right up again!"
Rio smiled at her best friend's enthusiasm, and then dropped the leggings to the floor, stepping into them once more. With practiced ease, the firm and fit woman hiked the leggings back up her long, tanned legs, and let the waistband snap into place. Her tight leggings clapped against her taut booty, settling perfectly like a second-skin. Rio took a quick peek at herself over her shoulder, and true to Lauren's promise, she couldn't even make out where the tear had been in the first place. It was a flawless job.
Meanwhile, you were barely conscious, teetering on the edge of passing out from the pain of the sewing alone, not to mention the distressing mental chaos of trying to come to terms with your new fate. Because of the thread jabbed into your body, there was nothing you could do to reform yourself, which meant there was nothing you could do to escape on your own. You still blended in perfectly with the tan leggings, which meant the chances of someone spotting you were low. And, your whole face and front half were still pointed in, squished against Rio's meaty ass cheek, which meant your primary recognizable human features would be constantly hidden.
It was a true nightmare, and you despaired.
Heedless to your feelings, blissfully unaware as she was, Rio plopped back down onto the couch beside Lauren, waiting patiently for the intense game of Twister to come to an end. Her hefty butt crashed onto the couch, and you felt yourself compress and stretch as the older woman's butt cheeks squeezed against the constraints of her leggings. Everything around you was darkness, and already you could feel droplets of sweat roll down Rio's body and come into contact with your own, where your cursed tiny DNA began absorbing the sweat like you were a damned sponge. There was nothing you could do now.
Twister eventually came to an end, with Jenna emerging victorious (after she caused Mari to fall in surprise by quickly pecking her cheek when they were in close proximity, and after Ashley finally couldn't keep her gargantuan curves from upsetting her balance in a very tricky pretzel-like stance). Jenna scored the first official point of the day, and loudly and proudly proclaimed her victory, while Mari and Ashley desperately searched through the pile of games for something they could get revenge with.
As the women thought about what to do next, Jenna's eyes scoured the ground, not seeing you anywhere, even as Lauren rolled up the Twister mat and boxed the game back up. Your sister next scanned the bodies of all of the giantesses in the room, and even then, couldn't see where you had ended up. She barely concealed her smirk. Though she had no idea where you had ended up, her plan to remove you from the equation and get you squashed somewhere had clearly worked. She wished she knew where, but she appeased herself by just imagining how humiliating it hopefully was.
The day progressed, and no one remembered you for the entire ten hours the women spent playing games together. You were nothing but a forgotten soul, left to rot as a practically invisible, spread-eagled sticker sewn into the back of your girlfriend's mother's leggings. Every twitch of Rio's booty sent ripples through yourself, ever stretch the towering woman performed pulled you taut along her hot flesh, and every time she sat you were crushed in a sweltering and inescapable embrace of suffocating pressure and sweat. Even Rio had mostly forgotten all about the little tear that Lauren had fixed up, and merely enjoyed the day.
The five giantesses amused themselves with one competitive game after another, including Monopoly, Charades, some Badminton in the backyard, a race to and from the house at the end of the block, and a squat competition (which Rio handily won, and thoroughly demolished your poor body with her rapid deep squats that mashed and mangled you against her firm buttocks). By the time the day drew to a close, it was a neck-and-neck tie between Rio and Jenna. Deciding to pool their prizes together, the winners simply asked to be treated to a full-course pizza party and Rocky movie marathon. Everyone else was more than happy to oblige.
As night fell and the festivities drew to a close, Rio and Mari said their goodbyes and headed home, walking away from your house. You could do nothing but sway along with the hypnotic rhythm of Rio's shaking derriere as she walked to her car, plopped into the driver's seat, and went back home with your girlfriend. At the same time, Ashley also headed out, and your mom grabbed a quick shower before flopping into bed, pausing only to thank Jenna for such an amazing day. She slipped off to sleep with a blissful smile on her face, her tiny son wholly forgotten. Jenna grinned, and went to bed as well.
At Rio and Mari's house, your oblivious captor tossed her well-worn leggings into the washing machine along with the rest of her and Mari's clothes, and snuck in a quick wash cycle before bed. She showered, then returned to claim the wet clothes, which she took out back and pinned up on the clothesline. You silently begged her to somehow notice you, but of course it was hopeless folly, as Rio merely reminisced on her exciting day and returned inside to sleep.
The next morning, Rio had off, and treated herself to sleeping in and getting a lazy start to her day (which was a rarity for her). While she was inside resting, you were broiling under the heat of the sun, the unfiltered rays burning down on you. You could feel the leggings and the extra-strength thread drying and becoming more solidified, and your crying resumed. Was this really your fate?
Rio emerged from her house around 11:00, strolling over to collect her clothes from the line. However, she paused when she passed her favorite leggings, as there was a little red spot right in the center of the cheek. Rio frowned, touching the spot in confusion. The memory of the little tear from the other day came back to her, and her brow furrowed at the oddness of the spot now being red.
What had happened was that you were burning in the sun, and that was now making you visible! Was this salvation?
1) Rio realizes what has happened, and infers that the spot is you. Feeling a little remorseful for the cruelty of being sewn into clothing, Rio takes you back to Lauren to free you.
2) Rio realizes what has happened, and infers that the spot is you. Disappointed in how you let this happen to yourself, Rio talks out loud, acknowledging your presence. However, she tells you she has no plans on helping you out of this!
3) The weird spot makes Rio think that maybe she is actually looking at one of Mari's pairs of leggings instead. Shrugging, she takes the leggings and drops them off in Mari's room, leaving you at your girlfriend's unaware mercy. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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