No no no this was the worst thing she could have decided, well maybe her shoes were worse but second worst defiantly. She hadn't done anything like this since she accidentally mistook you for a string back in highschool. You knew your mom wasn't a fan of Thongs so all the pulling must be an attempt to get you even close to the size she wanted, she placed your stretched out from on her desk and began mashing you with her palm and pulling out until each side of your face with one of your eyes cartoonishly stretched out in the middle with the only sign of your hair in a little ring around the top somehow though she hadn't stretched your nose out leaving it direct center of your form, hopefully since she planned to have your face out that wouldn't be too much of a problem. You were so dizzy from the smashing you didn't even realize you were already trying to 'look on the bright side' once she was satisfied with how large she had gotten you she grabbed something from on her desk and started rubbing it in, whatever it was stung your eyes. She didn't get the lower half of your face which was still thin and hanging off the edge of your form.
"sorry if it stings a little honey, that's latex polisher that I usually use on my... well in either case it should keep you from shrinking on me for a few hours." She was right you realized, the parts she coated weren't retracting themselves at all, but before you could take stock of what that meant for you she was already pulling your 'jaw' out again. It was now that you realized that when she did that your mouth was open so the entirety of the second half was your tongue and lower jaw. She didn't need it as wide as the 'back' so after widening it out just a bit she forced the bottom most part to form a little extra on the sides just like your 'back' half. Your jaw felt like it was pried open and she started applying the polish to it, forcing you to taste the strange substance, it was like licking actual latex which was unpleasant but the sensation faded faster than you figured. You wanted to groan in pain but your face was now frozen and you felt like you had over stretched but couldn't pull back. You saw your mom look at the clock. "shit that took longer than I thought, okay last part." she seemed rushed and pulled one of the back parts and dabbed a little of what looked like super glue on them. "sorry I can't wait for a different binder to set" she pinched you together into the panty shape... but she forgot to flip you over all your features were on the inside. "finally, I can't stand going commando" Shelly wiggled out of her pajama pants revealing that she truely hadn't been wearing panties and started stepping in.
You wished you could have screamed as your face was rocketed towards the juicy curves but you got all the way to them before there were any problems pulling you up. Shelly grunted as she dug her thumbs under and into your eyes to wrap your face around her butt, letting go with a loud [i]*SNAP*[/i] as the impact sent her butt jiggling you heard her muttering as she collected her other cloths. "A little tight but so comfortable" She said more but you didn't hear it because she bent over, subjecting you to blinding pain as you were both pulled out more and sunk a little into her plump rear, pulling you just slightly inward. If you could see yourself you were just pressing into the crack and cupping the cheeks perfectly. You sort of felt the world get darker when her loose jeans were put on and she started moving in earnest. The constant wobbling of her cheeks keeping you dizzy and the slightly pungent smell of her butt and taste of the salty sweat on her legs as she hustled around the house. Eventually she was sitting in her car which brought it's own series of sensations, the old leather seat was cold and shocked you even as Shelly wiggling on top of you as she started up the radio built a little heat. You wanted to shiver but then a different problem reared it's head, it had only been five minutes of driving but with the heat on and the seats being leather you had heated up drastically. When the first bead of sweat hit you and soaked into your skin you remembered that your mom had a thirty minute commute.
The drive was hell, on top of the sweat mounting and dipping into you your body seemed to want to greedily drink the liquid. You could taste the salt and tell that your body was all that prevented the jeans from gaining an unseemly stain in the back but for some reason Shelly seemed perfectly comfortable. You were grateful for the blast of cold air that cooled you a little but again she bent over shattering your ability to pay attention to anything but her ass so you missed her next comment. "oh, usually I need to wipe the seat down. Lucky day!" she straitened back up and slapped her own butt causing you to wobble all over the place until her normal walking allowed you to take stalk of the situation again. You had moved another millimeter into the crack and with how much she sweat it was far more rank than it had been at home before she started her own personal sauna in the car. The cool air in the office made the hot skin and to you wafting air from her butt all the more prominent. You could hear her greeting co-workers and them greeting her in return until she stopped moving, you braced this time as she bent over to sit you were only unprepared for how uncomfortable the seat felt. Your mom probably wasn't going to acknowledge you until after work but this was unacceptable wasn't it! You couldn't move an inch though as her weight shifted back and forth on the uncomfortable chair, never crushing you exactly the same for more than five minutes.
You were a few hours into your 'assistant' job when suddenly Shelly shifted to stand up, you had been trying to concentrate on healing how painful it felt with a little success in that you no longer felt sore from the initial stretching. But now you had something else to pay attention to rather than a sweaty ass rolling over you what was going on...
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