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a teen with an unusual condition tries to make it through the day, will he survive?

This choice: You are trapped for a very long time.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

Three Year Imprisonment

    by: Unknown
Your hopes of being rescued from Tina’s yoga pants were dashed after the first week had passed. Twice during that time Tina had worn you, and it had been a hellish experience. You had been crushed and squashed, pounding by her butt cheeks and smothered under her weight. Her sweat soaked into your body, and her stench filled your senses.

Your body, by this point, had completely fused with the fabric of the yoga pants. It would take a high-pressure vacuum trained directly on your body to free you, and that would still take hours. There was no quick solution to your imprisonment. You couldn’t just reform overnight if Tina left you sitting out. Without specific assistance from someone, you weren’t going anywhere.

However, the trouble was that not a single person in the entire world knew where you were at the moment. Though Gary might’ve had an idea, he had no way of possibly knowing. The week of abuse had forcibly changed your body, and now you blended in perfectly with the tan coloring of the yoga pants. There was absolutely no way to distinguish you from the normal fabric. It was as if you were invisible, or not even there to begin with.

The second week went a lot like the first, and so did the third week. Soon, and entire month of punishment had passed, and your chances at freedom were even slimmer than before. Three months passed, and you were sadly beginning to adapt to your life as an unnoticed addition to your girlfriend’s mother’s yoga pants. You started to think of the crushing pressure of Tina’s ass more like a comforting and loving embrace.

After six months, the people of your life had given up hope for finding you. Your mother had been hit hard, but she had moved in with the Evans family and was slowly getting better. She had even worn you once or twice, having no idea she was squashing her own son under her butt. For your part, you didn’t even notice either. Your sanity was slipping, quickly.

Mary had been devastated by your disappearance, but the loving support of her friends and family kept her mostly out of depression. She still swore of dating out of respect and hope you would show up one day, remaining single and devoting her time to her hobbies and school work. Life moved on, and after one full year since the initial incident, almost everyone had learned to live without you.

You accepted your role by the end of the second year. You weren’t Jack Harper, squishy teen. You were just a little, invisible spot on the yoga pants of your mistress, your goddess, Tina. You enjoyed being worn by her. You loved the feeling of her weight pressing down on you. You had been well and truly broken.

At the same time, you couldn’t quite place your finger on a strange feeling. A feeling that this wasn’t right. A feeling that there was something more to your life that being trapped under Tina’s butt. The thought that you would do anything but willing serve your duty to your goddess was laughable, but you couldn’t shake it away.

Three long years passed, and Mary had just graduated from high school. She was moving off to a college on the other side of the country to pursue a degree in fashion design. She was sharing a dorm room with Stacy and Emma, who had recently begun a relationship. Mary, who was always an attractive girl, had blossomed into a curvy and beautiful young lady.

As Mary tossed her suitcase into the trunk of Stacy’s car, Tina approached her, holding the yoga pants that contained you in her hands. Mary, Stacy, and Emma were just about to hit the road and head off to college.

“Mary. Hold up. I want you to have these.” Tina held you out to Mary. Mary was surprised.

“Your favorite yoga pants? Why?” She asked innocently.

“You’ve really grown Mary. Physically and mentally.” Tina smiled warmly, and gave her daughter a tight hug. Their sizable breasts pressed against you from both sides. “These yoga pants are the comfiest you’ll ever wear, and I know you can fill them out with that body of yours. Think of them as a sending-off present.”

“Alright. Thanks mom!” Mary grinned, opening her suitcase, slipping the yoga pants in, and zipping it closed again. The three girls piled into the car and drove off, ready to live on their own and experience the college life.

You were sad to see your goddess abandon you so quickly, but realized you now had to uphold your duty for your goddess’ daughter, who was equally deserving of your respect. You didn’t see her often, but for some reason she sent a warm feeling of love through you when her soft hands had touched your body. You wondered why.

The girls stopped twice at hotels while driving to the college, but finally made it on the third day. They carried their suitcases up to their rooms and each picked a bed. Stacy and Emma chose to share a queen, while Mary was content to choose the other spare queen. While Stacy and Emma made out, Mary unpacked her belongings, beginning with the yoga pants her mother had gifted her.

As Mary lifted them out of the suitcase, a curious scent touched her nose. It was extremely faint, but she couldn’t ignore. It was the scent of strawberry cheesecake, which was an interesting combination to smell. They didn’t have any food in their dorm room yet. Mary pondered over this for a minute, and a small spark deep in her brain tried to ignite.

What does Mary eventually do?
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