This choice: She does not feel you but decides to wear something else, leaving you at home • Go Back...Chapter #5A Neighborly Rivalry by: bobob1   Putting in every ounce of whatever strength you could muster up in this hogtied position you force yourself to wiggle ever so slightly. Unfortunately, at this exact moment Shannon hooked two fingers under your arms and yanked on you slightly in an effort to stretch you out. While this unconscious action did nothing to help you fit her ass any better she did manage to completely mask your attempt to get her attention. Your small movement was completely overshadowed by her slight adjustment, and even your attempt to yell at the same time was nullified as Shannon slammed your mouth firmly into the flesh inside of her crack. You cried mentally at how much effort you put into that attempt at communication and how easily Shannon's movements masked the entire thing. However, just as you were about to lose hope you heard Shannon speak up, and even though her words were heavily muffled by tons of her ass cheeks, you managed to hear her say,
"You know what, I think these might be too inappropriate even for me. I'll just wear something else and deal with the consequences." Your heart jumped with joy as you barely made out the words your mother said. Moments later you felt her fingers once again hook under your strap-shaped arms before slowly pulling you out of the cavern of her crack. Shannon was evidently having trouble getting you off of her ass on account of the sheer force of her cheeks pressing together, but after a moment you finally felt yourself pop out of the darkness! Your eyes adjusted quickly to the light since you hadn't spent much time in Shannon's ass yet and you saw the refreshing sight of your mom's ass moving away from you instead of towards you for once. You tried to shout up but found yourself incapable as it seemed that Shannon's slight tug on you had squashed your mouth out of commission for a bit. Once again you hadn't been crushed for too long so you took solace in the face that you knew your mouth wouldn't stay shut for too long. Shannon then thoughtless slipped you all the way off her legs and tossed you onto the bed. From the way you landed you were forced to stare at her enormous, bare rump as she rummaged through her underwear drawer to find your replacement.
A minute later Shannon spoke up, "Here we go these should work!" speaking to herself as all thoughts of you were already gone. You watched as Shannon lifted a thong out of her drawer almost identical to what she had molded you into and found yourself flabbergasted. However as Shannon slid the thong on you noticed that it was barely one shade of color lighter than your thong-body was and you mentally facepalmed even further. Your mom was fully prepared to sentence you to a day of torture covering her ass just because her other bottoms weren't the exact right color. You wished your mouth had reformed to give her an earful but sadly it hadn't. Shannon slipped on a loose dress over her underwear, once again the irony wasn't lost on you as every time Shannon had worn you in the past she had almost always worn painfully tight clothing as well, yet this time she decided against it. Shannon quickly scooped up her keys and purse before strolling out the door, closing it behind her and unintentionally preventing Stacy from possibly seeing you if she ever walked by.
You sighed as right then your mouth popped back into functioning but of course your mom was already long gone. You couldn't do much else other than sit and focus on reforming back to human shape but for some reason you couldn't make it happen. Scanning your body you look to see that Shannon had tied your limbs into incredibly tight knots and you were now struggling to break them. You figured that it would take you much longer to reform than usual and groaned. Bracing yourself for the boredom of being stuck as an article of clothing that you knew so well you tried to relax as much as you could. With luck you would pop back to normal before Shannon got home from work, but you had a feeling you weren't going to be getting any of that luck today.
Eight hours of unimaginable boredom pass until you hear the door to Shannon's room squeak open. It was a bittersweet moment to know that your monotony had been interrupted while also lamenting the fact that your body still had not reformed all the way. Immediately you see your mom drop her purse onto the ground and leap onto her bed, just barely missing your form by a few inches. She flips over, once again somehow narrowly avoiding your recovering form before saying out loud to herself,
"UGH I can't believe they gave the swimsuit deal to HER instead of me!" Shannon complained before adding, "I mean seriously what does Eva have that I don't?" Shannon finished her exasperated outburst and you felt your heart rate increase. Just mentioning the name Eva struck fear into your heart, not because of the woman herself but more because of what tended to happen when Shannon lost at anything to Eva.
Your mind played back some of the terrible outcomes for you whenever these two women got into it with one another. See, Eva is your mother's arch nemesis in the modeling world. Just as Shannon is the clear top model of her agency, Eva is also the top model at the only other agency in the city. Oddly enough Eva and your mom had nearly identical bodies, each of their ridiculous busts and asses measuring out to practically the same measurements. However the clear difference between the two were their hair and facial features. While Shannon's long, blond hair and welcoming facial structure made her look almost angelic, Eva on the other hand possessed black, long hair, and sharp, aggressive features that were jaw-dropping in their own right but resembled more of a sexy devil. However, the worst part of the entire relationship between these two women was that face that... you are neighbors. Eva lives with her daughter, Erin, who is around Stacy's age coincidentally enough and your two families even share a fence. As for Erin you've gathered by now that she is some sort of athlete, and every time you had encountered her it seemed like she honestly didn't care one way or another. She pretty much left you alone but at the same time wouldn't make an effort to avoid you if you were in her path, it was like she truly was not interested in you at all.
As your mind recalled these two women that you called neighbors you couldn't help but think about many of your past interactions with them. Occasionally in the past Shannon had lost a contract to Eva in the past for a brand who was looking for a more intense, aggressive look than she could give, thus obviously turning towards Eva. However, it seemed like Shannon simply could never grasp this idea as she would always come home visibly annoyed when it happened. Even worse she would get obsessed with the idea of finding out Eva's "secret" to how she is getting these jobs, and that's where you would come in. A number of times Shannon got the idea in her ditzy brain that if she sent you over to their house to spy on Eva then you would find some groundbreaking secret in the world of modeling for your mother. Every single time you tried to explain how little sense that made but you had pretty much figured out by now that once Shannon had her mind set on an idea there was no changing it.
At this point you desperately wanted to get your mom's attention before her mind began to wander too much, and luckily with your reformed mouth you were able to shout up, "MOM I'm still here!"
Shannon gasped audibly before sitting up and looking around the room, "Sammy is that you? Where are you?" she asked looking on the ground as well as instinctually looking on the soles of her feet and under her ass.
"I'm still the thong you turned me into this morning! On the edge of your bed right next to you!" You yell up.
Shannon finally looks next to her and her memory of that morning comes flooding back, "Oh! Sammy! I'm so sorry I was so stressed about getting the right look for my shoot this morning that you must have totally slipped my mind!" Shannon quickly grabbed you and held you up in front of her. Your body was evidently on its way to looking more human again, however you had still not been able to break free of Shannon's knots so you remained in thong shape. Shannon looked at you all over until her mind returned back to Eva.
"Wait a minute, Sammy since you didn't end up helping me out today with my outfit then you owe it to me to help me with something else, right?" Shannon said to you. You were confused by Shannon's logic, because helping her out wasn't some sort of contractual system, you just did it because you knew she would appreciate it. But to avoid any more confusion you respond,
"Well, sure, but what do yo..." you say out loud before Shannon's much louder voice overshadows yours,
"Great! I need you to sneak into Eva's house and see what she's doing that I'm not doing! She must be using some kind of special tanning oil or some new workout that's giving her the edge, I just gotta know!"
You knew there was no arguing with her already as her mind was working overtime to formulate whatever plan she had brewing. So you decided that maybe you could just agree but also set your own terms before she did.
"Sure, mom! I can do that, just untie these knots and let me reform to my regular shape and size! No way she'll notice me at only one inches sneaking around her house, don't you think so?"
Shannon scratched her chin pensively. You could just tell by the look on her face that she had barely processed anything you said after agreeing, but you held out hope nonetheless. Finally she smiled and looked down at you before responding...
"Okay Sammy..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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