Mary glanced several times between the room where your dad was in and the clothing factory, before shrugging her shoulders with a childish grin. The fact that she was wearing her own daughter as panties completely slipped her mind as she strolled through the factory towards the testing area. You had no idea where she was going, nor were you able to do anything about it in protest thanks to the Beta4.
Mary pushed open the door to the testing area, and marveled at the wide area of products up for testing. There were so many different designs for panties and bras that your mother could hardly wait. She pulled down her leggings in a flash, and then you followed. To your utter horror, your mom tossed you aside with a casual throw, sending you crashing into a big pile of tan panties. Your impact caused the pile to collapse, and the panties spilled down over top of you.
You couldn’t see a thing, as the fallen mountain of panties completely obscured your vision, casting you into darkness. All you could hear was your mother’s “oohs” and “ahs” at each new article of clothing she decided to try on. You could also hear the distant thumping of machinery, reminding you just how dangerous the position you were in. As you waited in silence, you gave shape to your mother’s noises, picturing her in various styles of underwear. At least in gave you something to do while you waited.
Finally, your mother figured she had wasted enough time. She sauntered back over to the pile of tan panties, and instinctually picked up the first pair she saw. She hadn’t noticed the pile topple over earlier, so she had no reason to doubt the pair she had chosen was her original pair. Besides, as you had slipped her mind entirely, she figured it wouldn’t matter if she grabbed a different pair on accident. What difference would it make?
Your mother had grabbed the pair right on top of you, and your eyes mentally widened in shock as you saw her walk back away. Didn’t she know she had taken the wrong pair, and that you were still there, waiting for her? Your fear only depended as your mother slipped the wrong pair on, pulled back up her leggings, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. You watched her go in total panic, but there wasn’t a thing you could do.
You hadn’t even considered that your own mother had forgotten about you, but it had happened regardless. Because of her carelessness, you were now trapped in this modeling room, your squishy body stuck in the shape of a perfect pair of tan panties. You were indistinguishable from the panties around you, and no one except for your mother knew that you weren’t panties, but were actually her beloved daughter. The only women in the world who could help you had forgotten you.
After five minutes, the door swung open once more, and your hopes rose for a split second. Maybe it was your mother, back to save you because she had remembered you. Instead, two people you didn’t recognize walked into the room. One was a rather normal looking girl with a camera around her neck and a nametag on her blouse. The other girl was a gorgeous knockout, who looked like a sexy super model. She had a flawless hourglass body, and large jiggly curves that would drive anyone mad.
“What should I do now?” The super-hot chick asked the camera girl. The camera girl closed and locked the door behind her, and then faced the model.
“Try one of those tan pairs on first Leslie. They are our most popular model after all.” The camera girl pointed over in your direction, and you mentally gulped as Leslie’s gaze was directed to you.
“Sure thing. You are the director.” Leslie sounded disinterested, but she headed in your direction regardless. From what you could gather, these two girls were doing some sort of modeling session or commercial, and now you were stuck in the middle of it!
Leslie stood over you, her tall body towering over her. You couldn’t even see her face because her giant breasts stuck out like a shelf from her chest. Leslie’s warm and smooth hands wrapped around your body, and she lifted you out from the pile.
“Is this pair good?” Leslie asked the camera girl. The other girl nodded.
“They’re perfect! Slip ‘em on and let’s get started!” The camera girl grinned, and Leslie nodded. Up until this point, Leslie had only been wearing a tight t-shirt and black panties. Leslie slipped her black panties off, and tossed them to the camera girl. She then began to slip you onto her luscious body. As her legs stepped through your holes, you began to realize that the next while would not be fun at all.
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