This choice: She spots you in her clothes!... But there's a misunderstanding • Go Back...Chapter #5She spots you in her clothes!... But there'... by: Verbatim  Your mom carries the pile of dirty garments into the laundry room, and although you can't quite see anything aside from the occasional glimmer of light in your underwear prison. You needed to get her attention somehow- but you were afraid to move. Everything around you was mere flexible fabric and you could fall at any moment. But if you didn't do anything... well, you didn't want to find out what it was like inside the washing machine.
But, as if to perfectly solve all your current problems, your mom notices a peculiar peach-colored speck in her pile of clothes. She didn't have any peach clothes... could it have been another one of Kate's toys she left around the house.
"Oops, that wouldn't have been good!" your mom says, with her now obnoxiously booming voice, spreading her clothes apart to get a better look at you, still thinking you're just a lego or something.
"Wait... no... that's definitely no toy..." her face is in deep concentration as she tries to figure out what you might be. "Is that a bug?? No... wait... Jack?!?! What are you doing in my dirty laundry?! And why are you so tiny?!"
"Mom I can explain!- I mean- I uh- I can't really explain how this happened but I-"
"You pervert! Did you really shrink yourself just so you could get up close to my panties!?!?" your mom yelled down at you, jumping to her own conclusion before you could even speak.
"N- No! I-"
"I don't believe it!"
"Mom please I swear I would never-!"
"That's it young man! I've let you get away with staring at me while I do yoga, I've let you get away with ogling me in my bikini," your face went deep red in embarrassment, remembering these times exactly. You never meant to stare- if anything it was her fault for wearing such skimpy clothes all the time!... But you were still guilty of staring at her figure a little more often than you'd ever like to admit. "But, this is just way too far. You need to be punished... You want to be in my panties so bad, huh? I'll give you a taste of what it's really like to be between these legs."
If you were any more embarrassed and ashamed, you think your face might explode, being so red. What did she mean by this? Was she serious? ...Were you really going to be between her legs?
Suddenly, she pulled the panties you were clung onto out of the pile and wrapped her fingers around the edges, holding them just below her knees. "I hope this is just as perfect as you imagined," your mom spoke, sarcastically, still very angry with the self-produced idea that you shrunk yourself and jumped into her laundry solely because of your own lust.
She pulled her left leg up and slipped it down through the leg hole in the panties, and you watched as her monolithic lower leg slid beside you, before she paused to lift her right leg into place. Same thing. But, as she continued to pull you up her thighs, you watched as you were being given less and less room between her legs, as her doughy skin became thicker and thicker as you inclined towards her waist.
As arousing as it was to be right in between her shapely legs, you were also absolutely terrified. Why was she doing this to you? Would she let you out? How tight was this confinement going to get?
But most importantly
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