"Thank you so much for doing this, Sammy. I really appreciate it! I've always worried about using your squishiness for something like this before, but now that I know you're okay with it I feel so much better." Shannon's series of assumptions terrified you, you had no clue what you were in store for as your squashed, sticker like body laid in her hand. You then felt her fingers pinch your flattened arms, stretching them out tremendously away from your body. Subsequently, Shannon pinched your head between the fingers of your right hand, and your legs between the fingers of your left, stretching them length wise as well. Last but not least, you felt Shannon grab your now noodle-like arms, and tie them in a knot around your feet. Smoothing out the knots by squishing them repeatedly between her fingers, it appeared like you were one continuous piece of tan cloth or something. Your only visible feature was your face, stuck on the back, inside of your new form. It was hard for you to tell but you thought you looked like some sort of makeshift harness, or even... oh no. It hit you what your mom had just transformed you into and you were terrified. You attempted to scream up at her but your minuscule voice could not muster enough power in your squashed form. Just then, Shannon unceremoniously dropped you to the floor. You could do nothing but watch as she shimmied her pink panties off of her thick ass and tossed them aside. Then, you saw her large feet step through the newly formed holes in your shape. You mentally sobbed as Shannon's hands grabbed your arms and yanked you up her legs.
Shannon was beyond relieved as she pulled her son-thong up past her large thighs. She didn't know how her modeling agency would react if she forgot her own outfit again, but now she didn't have to worry about that! Upon reaching her ass she had a bit of trouble pulling you up, yanking you repeated against her ass flesh, but after a few moments your form shot deep between her cheeks, squeezing her hips tightly around the sides as well. Shannon sauntered over to one of the mirrors in her bedroom and glanced at her body. She gasped at seeing just how small you fit on her, hugging every curve of her bottom with no room to spare. Spinning around she couldn't help but gasp again at what she saw, or more appropriately what she didn't see. Your back and head were utterly chewed up by the tremendous globes of her ass, the only indication of you existing at all from the back were your thin, string-like arms sticking out the top of her crack and around her hips. For a moment Shannon wondered if her thong was a bit too small, even for her revealing standards. She grabbed your arms and yanked you upwards, attempting to stretch her underwear out a bit. She felt her thong sink even deeper in her ass, a feat she hadn't considered possible. Unbeknownst to you, Shannon had somehow almost immediately forgotten that her new thong was actually her son. Caught up in obsessing over her the fit of her underwear, all thoughts of you had fled her mind.
Deep down below Shannon's crisis about how she looked, you were suffering a far worse fate. Your world had been plunged into absolute darkness with the simple act of your mother putting you on. You felt incredibly uncomfortable at just how close you were to Shannon at this moment, but those awkward thoughts were completely overshadowed by tremendous torture you were experiencing in her ass. First of all, being only one inch tall you weren't exactly large enough for this job. Despite your body's incredible stretchiness, it still could not compete with the sheer size of Shannon's massive ass. You felt yourself stretched out to an extent that you had only felt a few times before, yet still you were taught against her skin. Even worse, because of the orientation your mother had shaped you in, your face and upper body were utterly chewed between her ass cheeks like gum. Of course, no one's ass would smell good this close and personal, but the combination of earthy, butt sweat from her already slightly damp crack combined with what could only be the lingering scent of a recent fart made you feel beyond grossed out. You desperately wished you could communicate with Shannon how much you did NOT want to do this, but that ship had long sailed, and it had docked... in an ass.
Shannon took another step, seeing how her new thong fit in motion, and felt it tighten further around her hips and butt. She grimaced, the thong was by no means uncomfortable, in fact it was probably the comfiest one she had ever worn. But if she was being honest with herself it was ludicrously revealing. She thought deeply for a few minutes, tapping her foot as she decided what to do. This simple act of foot tapping sent her jello-like cheeks shaking to and fro, crushing you between them. Amidst this torture you mustered up as much strength as you could, trying to make some form of noise deep in your ass prison. What does Shannon decide/does she notice you?
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