Chapter #6Swapped to a newer model by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by Kentwolf)
Rio stared at the little red spot in her leggings for a few moments, trying to think what could have caused it. A faint, little thought that it might somehow be her daughters boyfriend began to inch its way into her brain, before another thought rushed past it, knocking it on its ass. She remembered Mari had complained that she had sat in something red the other day. This must be her pair of leggings with the same red stain, too stubborn to come out in a single wash. With that the smug memory of that slammed the door to her mind in the little ideas face as it was getting to its feet, locking it out. She simply smiled and folded up the leggings, placing them on the pile of herr daughters clothing instead of her own.
She carried on sorting the laundry into the two piles, burying the leggings that held you captive under lots of other garments. You were not informed of this switch of ownership, trapped face first into the pair of leggings. Right now you were cursing how good a seamstress your mother was, the stitching gave no hint that they would be coming loose any tiime soon as they dug into you, holding you firm to the fabric. All you could do was sit there and wait for Rio to put her clothes away, knowing your immediate future included being hidden away in a drawer or closet until she needed you.
You felt her lift up your prison pile, humming to herself as she moved to another room. You began to hear the sound of music and caught the scent of your girlfriend's perfume right before you felt Rio drop your pile down on something.
"Here are your clothes, sweetheart" Rio said to her daughter, leaving you a little confused as you knew you had been sewn to Rio's leggings, unless she had borrowed her daughters for some reason?
"Thanks, Mom" Mari replied glancing over from her desk where she had been scrolling social media. You heard the sound of Rio leaving the room, her footsteps fading before all you could hear was Mari's music as she went back to scrolling.
You had no way of telling how long you remained on her bed, waiting to be discovered hopefully, though you heard quite a few pop songs from her computer while you waited. Eventually though, you heard Mari stand up, her chair creaking as her ample butt removed its weight from its cushions. You felt the pile jostle about as she lifted bits off from above you, putting them away one by one. When she got to you, she inspected you and saw your little red patch. You heard her tut to herself before a painful flick hit your sunburnt body.
"Damn, the stain didn't come out in the wash" She grumbled. She thought you were a stain. That knowledge had your slowly creeping hope dwindle away, flickering out completly as she tucked your prison away in her drawer, adding other leggings in before the wooden sound of her sliding it shut. Though you couldn't see from this angle, you knew you were now in the darkness of a closed drawer. The music muffled to near muteness.
There you remained for a few days, the only interaction with the outside world was when your girlfriend slid your drawer open to decide what she was wearing, giving you a bit of fresh, perfume filled air and some louder music, before she would decide, grab the items and slide you back into near mute darkness. You had been trying to struggle against the stitching non stop in your little prison, but you had made no progress. The stitching was too strong and your mother had woven them in too tightly, at this point you wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the leggings fabric disintergrated over years before the stitching would begin to give out.
Four or five days into your life in the drawer, the normal morning routine began, waking you up as Mari slid the drawer open. To your surprise, after a few moments, she lifted your pair of leggings. You felt the motion as she inspected them before she said cheerfully,
"Good, these aren't the stained ones" Which confused you, then you realised that your sunburn hadn't been stinging for a while, you likely now blended back in with the fabric. There was a rush of vertigo as she lowered you towards her feet and stepped into the leggings. Then another rush as you shot up, Mari sliding the leggings up her legs. It took a couple bounces to pull them up over her ass, but you were soon pressed tight and stretched taut on your girlfriend's ass with the rest of the leggings you had become a part of.
You could taste fabric, which meant Mari was at least wearing some panties, but now your world was full of bounces and jiggles. For days you had been mostly motionless, only moving slightly when the drawer was opened or closed, but now it was constant motion. Every move that Mari made was wobbling you around. You idly wondered what activities she would be up to that you'd be forcibly dragged along to today. You hoped there would be a lot of standing and minimal sitting down.
Once she was dressed and ready, you had to endure her sitting at the breakfast table with her mother, enjoying breakfast while you were painfully pulled tighter and crushed beniegth her. She took her time as she wasn't in a rush, before finally standing and heading out for the day, unaware she had her boyfriend in tow. You heard her meet up with Ashley and the two girls gossiped as they walked along, both happy and relaxed. If Mari had known her boyfriend was trapped and uncomfortable, trapped to her leggings, she would have worked to free you in an instant, but she had no idea you were even trapped anywhere, let alone on her ass.
You joined them as they wandered the mall, browsing the stores. You even had a brief reprieve when Mari took her clothes off in the changing room to try on some outfits, though you couldn't see with your prison in a crumpled heap around you. It wasn't long before you were back, taut over her ass as she and Ashley continued their girly day at the mall. Unfortunatly for you, they went to watch a movie, so you spent a few hours crushed under Mari's ass, unable to hear a thing as you were pressed against the seat cushion, only able to notice something happening when Mari shifted in her seat.
Once the movie was over, you were glad to hear sound again, though having your girlfriends weight lessen on your body was your number one mental thank you to whatever god loved to torment you so. With the movie over, they headed to the food court, where you heard a familiar, but not overly welcome voice.
"Hey guys," Said Jenna, waving to the two girls as they entered the food court, she had just sat down with her own order. Mari and Ashley greeted her and then moved past to go order their food, though they left their bags of shopping with her at the table she had claimed. As Mari walked past, Jenna happened to glance at her ass, her eyes narrowing as she saw the very, very faint sign of stitching on the ass cheek. A slow smile appeared on her face. She had heard from her mother, bragging about her expert stitching that had fixed Rio's leggings at the games night. As she hadn't been able to find you in the days since, she had quickly figured out exactly what your mother had sewn to fix the leggings. Now she saw Mari wearing a pair with stitching and realised it was you, still firmly trapped. She took a sip of her drinks straw.
When Mari came back with her tray, she plopped herself down on the seat opposite Jenna, who casually asked her what Mari and Ashley had been up to all day. As they chatted, you could smell the scents of the food court fade away, replaced by the scent of Mari's underwear and skin. Crushed under her, you had no knowledge that Jenna had spotted you, nor that she had casually mentioned to Mari that she might want to get her tan leggings dyed a more unnatural colour. She used the reasoning that if her brother ever got crushed to them, he would be hard to spot, so it was better to dye so he would stand out. That way, if she saw no skintone, she knew he wasn't there. It was brilliant logic, if you weren't already sewn into the fabric and would be dyed too. Of course, Mari didn't know that and thought it was a good idea.
When the girls finished their food, they decided to stick together and continued their shopping trip, Jenna smirking any time she caught sight of how tight the leggings were around Mari's ample ass. As the girls walked, they chatted about what they could do next, the three of them getting to vote on where they went, the unknown forth member of their little group didn't get a say as only one of them knew he was there.
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