This choice: a skintone pair of panties, may forget or remember you in there • Go Back...Chapter #6Forgetful Mother Mary by: Unknown Through your mother’s squashing and mashing, she had stretched your body out into a perfect pair of tan panties. Your face had been molded into the inside of the back of her panties, and your crotch was at the inside of the front. To the whole world, you looked like nothing but a normal pair of tan panties.
Under normal circumstances, you would have been rather afraid about the position you were in. However, you knew that this was just your mother’s way of punishing you. There was no way she would forget, as she would never purposefully threaten your life, except to teach you a lesson like this situation. She could be forceful, but she wasn’t a heartless woman.
Your mom had punished you like this many times before. She had turned you into panties a few times, as well as bras or bikinis. She had even made you an insole in her shoe, but she had only threatened to wear you, and hadn’t actually followed through. Unfortunately, her good friend Tina borrowed the shoes, unknowingly crushing you, but that wasn’t your mom’s fault. Your mom was always careful when she threatened or punished you, and only tortured you to a necessary extent.
However, your mom had seemed fairly stressed out about something with your dad, and you hadn’t seen her worked up often. You had heard terrifying tales about your mother’s absentminded tendencies, and how she could completely forget important things if she was distracted. Your dad had told you the many times he had been squashed somewhere, and then forgotten because of her almost ADD qualities.
You shuddered in fear at the thought of being forgotten by her. She was the only one who knew what had happened to you, and therefore the only one capable of rescuing you. After she had sprayed you with the Beta4 chemical, your body was incapable of moving at all. You were frozen in your pantie shape until she chose to free you, which hopefully did not take too long.
After many long and boring hours, you heard your parents walk into the room. You overheard some brief, heated conversation, and then everything was silent. You knew that they had gone to sleep, so you decided to do the same. You drifted off into slumber land, hoping that your mother chose to return you to normal in the morning.
You were woken up in the morning by the sound of your mother walking around her bedroom. You prepared yourself for her to open the drawer and save you. Sure enough, the drawer was soon pulled open, and light flooded your vision. When your gaze cleared, you saw your mother’s giant hand reaching into the drawer to pull you out. She grabbed you tightly, and yanked you out of the drawer, along with a tan bra.
Outside of the drawer, you noticed that your mom was completely naked. You mentally gasped, trying to avert your eyes to no avail. Your mother’s glorious body filled your vision, much to your chagrin. You also noticed that she looked exhausted, and still half-asleep. Lastly, you noticed she was muttering to herself about your dad and his business, grumbling under her breath.
Suddenly, you were lowered closer to the ground, and you saw your mother’s towering legs step into the holes in your body. You looked up in horror at the giantesses that was your mother, wondering what on earth she was doing. As your body was pulled up her legs, you realized that she had forgotten about you! You tried to scream and wiggle, but the Beta4 chemical had prevented your body from doing either.
Your body climbed up her legs, dragging up and over her plump thighs. Mary gave you a quick yank, adjusting your body over her luscious ass. Your body settled into place, with your face firmly pressed against her ass, and your crotch firmly against her vagina. You were terrified beyond comprehension, unable to believe that your mother had actually forgotten about you.
Mary then began to pull up a tight pair of leggings, until she suddenly paused.
“I feel like I’m forgetting something…” She mumbled aloud, trying to think. Your hopes rose as you heard her words. Does she remember what she did to you.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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