This choice: Mary, your mother, convinced by Stacy and Emma to train for a marathon. • Go Back...Chapter #8Mary's Training Begins by: Unknown “Well, this is definitely a really cute sports bra.” Your new owner said, in an incredibly attractive and alluring voice. You recognized who was holding you almost immediately, and your fears were confirmed upon seeing their face. It was none other than the beautiful bombshell Mary, your very own mother!
“Yeah, and it looks to be just your size.” Stacy, standing beside her, pointed out. “That’s pretty lucky to find a bra to fit your huge knockers.”
“Knockers?” Mary cried in false anger. “Jack loves my big boobs. They look sexy, he said. Besides, your breasts are pretty much the same exact size.”
“True.” Stacy thrust out her chest proudly. “Emma plays with these boys ALL the time.”
“Too much info Stacy.” Mary laughed, giving her friend a playful hip check. Mary placed you down into a shopping bag she had by her feet. From your vantage point, you could see her pull one of the exercise shorts off of the rack. “These shorts form a really nice pair with the bra.” Mary nodded, dropping the shorts into her bag. They fell down on top of you, covering you up and blocking your vision. Thankfully, you could still hear.
“Yeah, I’m totally going to buy this pair.” Stacy proclaimed, placing the shorts that were your father into her own bag. “But, I’ve got a really cute pink sports bra at home that Emma custom ordered for me, so I won’t need to buy anything else. Ready to check out?”
“Sure thing.” Your mother and Stacy headed over to the cash register, and handed their purchases to the same curvy employee from earlier. She scanned the barcode that had been slapped onto your packaging, ringing up your cost as she handed you back to your mother. You mentally smiled in a sort of depressed way. You had just been sold to your own mother as nothing but clothing for her to wear as she saw fit. It was as if, legally, you were nothing but her slave.
You shook these thoughts out of your head as you heard Mary and Stacy part ways in the parking lot, each getting into their own cars to head back home. No one in the world except for you knew that your father was helplessly trapped as those exercise shorts in Stacy’s bag. You were the only person who could save him from being worn by your mother’s best friend for the rest of his life.
Of course, then you had the crushing realization that there really was no one in the world who knew that you were this sports bra. Even the person who was responsible for transforming your dad didn’t know of your fate. How could you save your father from his horrible situation, if you were enduring the blissfully unaware torment of your mother? You didn’t know how to do it, but first you needed to save yourself. Somehow.
Mary got home and immediately sent you and the exercise shorts she had bought through the wash. Despite your best, and most naïve, hopes, the Beta4 did not wash out by the end. You were still trapped as a sports bra, tailored to your mother’s size with all of your facial features hidden. You couldn’t help but stifle a tiny mental sob as your mother picked you up, remarked about how cute you were, and tossed you into a basket full of clothes.
She brought the basket upstairs, and slipped you into her underwear drawer. You spent the rest of the day in total darkness. By the time light shone into your prison once more, it was the next day, at 6:00 in the morning. Looking a little groggy, your mother peered down into the drawer and took you out.
You were thrown off for a moment as you took in your mother in all of her radiant, naked beauty. She was truly the most gorgeous woman on the planet, you had no doubt. It was clear to see why your father had married her. Of course, he had also married her because of how she would do anything to protect him and care for him. Unfortunately, those kind acts were only when she was aware of his presence. Applying the same rules to you right now, you were in serious danger.
Mary slipped you on unceremoniously, as she paced around her room and stretched. Her massive breasts crushed you painfully, but your form held. Her jiggly flesh slapped against your body, and her nipples poked painfully into your eyes and your mouth, respectively. Still, you supported and comforted Mary wonderfully, just as she hoped her new sports bra would do.
After slipping on a thong and her new exercise shorts, Mary rushed downstairs, gobbled down a granola bar, and skipped outside. Stacy and Emma, dressed in an equally revealing exercise outfits, were already waiting for her. The three women did a few warm-up stretches for about fifteen minutes. Even the slightest movement from Mary caused you intense aching and pain. It was like constantly being beaten to a pulp by twin elephants.
“Alright Mary. I’m thinking we can run five miles today. Sound good?” Stacy suggested, the thought causing you to mentally shiver in horror.
“Yeah, I should be able to manage.” Mary nodded. “The marathon is twenty miles, and it’s in three weeks, right? Five miles seems like a good start.”
“Alright then. Ready when you are.” Emma smiled.
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