You whimpered helplessly as she stretched you painfully over the mannequin’s body. Surprisingly you found yourself being pulled thin in two directions, it didn’t feel like she was trying to stretch you wide to cover, simply long. She pulled your head down towards the crotch of the mannequin and your face is pressed tight against it as you feel her pulling angrily at the rest of your body. Your torso is brought together up near the top of the mannequin, your body stretched up over the nipples of the mannequin's breasts.
Painfully knotted at the chest, you feel her squishing the knot and painting it with some cold dye, before she stretched and wove your arms and legs around your stretched-out body, before smearing them tight to your skin and then stretching your crotch out painfully, flattening it into what feels like some sort of collar. You feel her slowly painting down your taut body with a brush, the cool dye soaking into your flesh as she did so. When she got down to your head she pulled it away from the crotch hard, making you grunt in discomfort. She smirked, seeing your fearful face before her well-manicured fingers reached down and found your mouth, stretching it open wide and folding your lips back. She grabbed your tongue and pulled it out, tying it to your feet as they were stretched down the back of the mannequin, making the knot tight and small before she smoothed out your open mouth until it was nearly uniform in shape and form, then she returned to smearing dye over you. The taste filled your mouth but you couldn’t do more than mentally gag as she let go and you snapped back tight to the crotch of the mannequin, your widened mouth covering it properly now and your tongue pulled taut.
With that done, she let you dry, you felt the dye slowly set, tugging at your skin in all directions and ensuring you would keep your shape. Even the wide collar shape your crotch was painfully pulled into was keeping its form, unfortunately. After a few minutes, you were set and she peeled you off of the mannequin. Without the tautness, you felt your body relax a little, though it couldn’t shrink back to its proper shape and size thanks to the dye. She hung you up on a rack amongst a load of other outfits and you heard her calling to someone, saying that “they were ready” before a woman you couldn’t see grabbed the rack on wheels and pulled the outfits with you amongst them out of the room and down the hallway. You tried to cry out for help, but with the dye and your tongue stretched out, you could barely make a faint rasp of air, certainly not audible for anyone to hear.
“Ah, the calender outfits are here girls! Pick one and suit up!” A woman’s voice exclaimed as you were pulled into a room. Suddenly there was a cacophony of women’s voices as the models milled around the rails, a few hands brushed against your body and moved it around as they chose their outfits, before your hanger was lifted from the rail. From your angle staring up from crotch height, you spotted the sight of your mother holding the hanger with a grin.
“Oh, I call the sexy vampire for October!” She said with a chuckle, your heart filling with dread as she grabbed some fake fangs to complete the look and moved to the changing stalls to get dressed. Desperately you tried to call to her, staring up as she stripped out of the last outfit she modeled, but she couldn’t hear your pathetically faint cries. Unable to stop her, you watched with fear as she took you off the hanger and stepped into you, wanting to close your eyes you felt your body shoot up between her legs, before pressing over her crotch tightly. Your tongue slipped between her ass cheeks as she pulled up on the straps, sliding her arms in and resting the straps over her nipples. She stretched her head through the opening and casually smoothed out the vampire-like collar, unaware of what she was touching as she neatened you out over her.
You tried not to think about where your stretched-open mouth was pressed, unable to move as you felt your mother move around, your body taut over her and stretching but still covering the right bits. Soon she was striding back out into the room with a toothy grin, fangs in place. As she passed by the other models coming out of their stalls her rival Eva smirked, seeing her strut past in the outfit and reached out, grabbing your legs and giving a tug upwards, causing Shannon to yelp in surprise as your tongue was suddenly wedged tight up her crack before Eva let go.
“Heh, just checking it wasn’t too loose back there Shannon,” She teased, walking past with a smirk as Shannon scowled back at her but let it drop, tugging you a bit looser in her crack. As uncomfortable as that had been for your mother, it was a million times less pleasant for you, not that anyone was aware her outfit had an opinion right now.
Soon enough all the models were dressed in their sexy outfits and gathered together on set for a group photo for the calenders cover picture. You felt your mother move as she struck the poses she was requested to do, another woman’s hand brushing against your taut straps as they grouped in. After that it was a lot of waiting around as they took photos of the women one at a time, setting up different sets to fit each month and go with the woman’s outfit. You heard the muffled sounds of your mother talking to other women, but her thighs muffled out a lot of the sounds, so you didn’t catch many words.
Someone playfully slapped Shannon’s ass, causing her cheek to crush your tongue from the impact as it was her turn to go pose on a Halloween themed set. As she sat on a pumpkin your tongue was compressed from all sides and your face was pressed tighter against her as she crossed her thighs striking a sexy pose and flashing her fake fangs. She looked like a sexy and skimpily dressed vampire and was enjoying how comfortable and sexy her outfit was.
You endured the uncomfortable photo session, getting to know your mother’s work far more intimately than you had ever wanted. You hoped that after this was finished, the dressmaker would come to undo all the stuff she had done to you. Of course, it was equally likely she had no intention of undoing this and planned to leave you as you were, in which case you had to hope someone would spot some of your features and help.
After the photo shoot for October was done, Shannon hurried off to the side as they worked on breaking down the set and building up the next one. She glanced at the hanger to see what the instructions were for this outfit and saw there were none. This usually meant the outfit was for one shoot only and could either be returned or kept by the model. She slowly stroked a finger down its soft, smooth and taut fabric with a grin, eager at the idea of keeping it and possibly wearing it at some costume party in the future.
As she considered keeping this sexy vampiress outfit, you silently wondered what was next in this horrible day of yours...
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