“Lets see, I want to make sure your secret, so anything flashy and obvious is out. Your too small to make anything big anyway.” she stated while watching you slowly remold on the bench. Her eyes went wide with shock and anger, and her hand shot down to scoop you up.
“Nope! Not until I’m finished you little joke.” she squished you in her palms and pressed you as tightly as she could manage, but sighed as you still started to form back. Smiling some, she popped you back into her mouth and began to chew. Using a deft, wet tongue to shove you between her molars, then crush the pearly white teeth down over your form. You spread and squished around them, the areas around her teeth getting bigger and thicker while just between them was flatter.
“You can’t make good shoes, a skirt, a shirt, or anything important. You really have to be a /secret/ plaything.” you could hear her muttering as she flipped you around so your flat portion and some of the bulging sides were resting on her tongue while your other bulging side was between her teeth. Voraciously, she bit down, flattening you out further and leaving very clear teeth marks in your flesh.
“So that means I’m down to a bra, socks, or panties.” you could feel her tapping her chin through the soft vibrations in your dark, dank, spit covered prison.
“I could just swallow you, or leave you as gum forever. But nah, not much fun in that I suppose. And come to think of it, socks are too loose for you to be mine, you’d just have room to reform. So no socks.” now she used a mix of her tongue and cheeks to fold your flat side over your bulging side then position the entire newly formed ball between her teeth. Crushing down once more, one side of your body was mixed in between the other while the process started all over again. Your ‘center’ which you weren’t sure what body part that used to be, was now flat while the areas around it were bulging.
“An insole maybe. You are soft and moldable, so you’d be a pretty good one. Hehe, you should advertize for those ‘are you jelling’ commercials. Too bad you were dumb enough to become a teacher. What were thinking exposing yourself to all those teenage hormones?” but her rhetorical question went completely unanswered as she flips you around, folding one bulging side on top of the other and leaving your flat middle as the ‘side’ poking between her teeth. When she bit down you could feel two new bulging sides squish out as your new center flattened, while your old center was shoved aside.
“But then I’d never get to see you, and I couldn’t torment you personally. Better question, what’s the absolute most degrading thing you could become? Well, okay if I tie you into a little ball and eat you I could probably turn you into shit. I guess flushing you would be the most degrading, but I want something that lasts longer. And something that gives me pleasure.” as she said this, the entire chewing process repeated itself with the other tooth. You had time to recognize that your body was literally just a jumbled mess, you couldn’t even tell where your head was supposed to be or if your eyes still worked. It was sort of dark inside her mouth, but you could feel flashes of light whenever she spoke.
“I know, I’ll keep you near by butt AND get to feel you.” with that she smiled and picked you out from between her teeth. She wiped you off onto the skin from her thigh to get the spit off, then carefully pressed you into the nearby bench until you were flat. It was a rather easy task, you didn’t have much resistance after all the repeated crushing, and while your body /was/ remolding it was too busy trying to figure out what flesh goes where for it to actually do anything.
She hummed quietly while pulling your flat form out, spreading you into a giant rectangle, then squishing the center of that rectangle in on itself. She frowned at the lumps and folds that might have been uncomfortable if real fabric were made this badly, but she corrected her sloppy work by just pressing them flat. You were now roughly in the shape of a broken pair of whites, not quite small enough in the center to be panties because part of your form would have covered half of her butt cheeks. And the top part that was supposed to go around her waist was separated into two different parts.
Smiling evilly at the work she’s done so far, your captor took one edge of the panty shaped rectangle then folded it around so it would touch the other, then she bit into both of them and started chewing. Up an down, her teeth crushed and pummeled, folding and twisting your flesh in on itself until your confused sense of reformation accidentally grew one set of flesh into the other. You were permanently fused into yourself …
She then gripped the other side and did the exact same thing, smiling as you were now a crudely shaped, slightly damp, skin colored pair of underwear. She lifted up her thighs and slipped one leg into the gap between your center and your side, then carefully put her other leg into the other hole. You had no idea where you head or your arms were supposed to be, and just felt everything based on your current form. As she lifted you up along her legs, then her thighs, your center was aimed directly towards her vagina and anus.
You would try to wriggle, to see how much movement you were allowed before your final imprisonment, but without any working muscles or solid bone structure you were as limp and immobile as any normal pair of fabric. Just stretchyer, softer, and presumably more durable. She’d shift her hips from side to side as she pulled you tight around her nether regions, forcing the ‘front’ of your body as you felt it into her vagina while the ‘back’ was wrapped around her ass cheeks. There wasn’t really a difference for you, either the front or back could easily be switched out for the other and you’d experience the exact same thing, but deciding that orientation made understanding where you were and what she was doing a little easier.
She slapped her ass once, feeling how you covered part of her cheeks but left a decent amount of space up inside her crack. You weren’t actually touching her anus the same way you were touching her thighs and her vagina. The sadistic girl would frown at this, but then proceed to put her clothing back on around you. She’d do some work to make you a better pair of panties once in the privacy of her own home. She was imagining all the pretty colors she could paint over you, all the lacy bits of fabric she could attach to your edges, or bits of padding she could fold you around and slip inside you to make you feel like an expensive piece of clothing.
But right now, in this very moment as her previous pair of undergarments, soft pink panties with off-white lacing around the edges, pressed you tighter against her form. You were spread larger than this pair, so parts of you were showing from underneath near her butt, but because you spread and stretched easier you were completely hidden against her vagina by the tight contortions her thighs kept putting you through.
“Oh wow, it’s like a skintight dildo down there, keep it up teach.” she mocked while putting her thick, green skirt on over the both of you. Frilling it around and effectively testing how well you were hidden while still providing you a view of the ground. You had a view of her thighs too … and her vagina … and her anus. It was really confusing trying to figure out where your eyes were. What with how you’d been stretched and squished in so many different ways, and the breeze was fore HER benefit rather than yours.
Groaning inwardly, for it was hard to make noises when you don’t have functional lungs, you cursed at how warm and damp this area was. But you were utterly helpless as she put on her braw, put on her thin pink T-shirt over the bra, then casually walked through the school. Humming and smiling, you were pushed to the left by one thigh as she stepped forward, then pushed to the right as she took another step. On her anus you were pulled and stretched in one direction during the first step, then pulled from the other end by her next. All the while you’d keep trying to remold, keep trying to grow back as you were supposed to. Trapped within your confining, ever shifting area, you’d just mold perfectly into the shape of her nethers.
Perfectly wrapped around her thighs, perfectly hugging her hips, perfectly pushing into her vagina … the only part that wasn’t perfect was how much space she still felt between your back and her anus. But that distance was closing as you kept reforming, perfectly matching the exact size and shape she’d require to have her walking without pulling you.
Inwardly, for again there was still no way to make a sound, you wondered just how your life could get any worse from this moment on.
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