"I'll see you tonight," Maddie called out to her boyfriend Tye.

Grace watched her daughter flirtingly give a kiss goodbye to her current boyfriend. Grace held back from saying anything that would probably upset her lovely daughter, but it was difficult. As much as Maddie liked Tye, Grace had a feeling that Tye wasn't good enough for her. Sadly Grace knew her daughter was always bad at seeing people's flaws and who was bad for her. Something that Grace was forced to protect Maddie from her own weakness.

Grace stood in the door way waiting for Maddie to come inside, as she looked overjoyed right now. Maddie didn't notice Grace giving Tye a look that made him look confused by her almost sour face she was giving him.

"Hey mom," Maddie greeted as she slipped past her.

"Hey sweetie," Grace replied still looking at Tye who was looking slightly nervous. It was a look that told Grace that Tye was hiding something. An innocent person wouldn't have a need to look nervous at all.

"ummm, hi Mrs. Bakely," Tye called out to Grace.

"Tye," Grace calmly spoke his name. Noticing how he was getting more and more uncomfortable now that she was sizing him up.

"I was just leaving," Tye finally said as he started to go.

Grace didn't comment and waited for him to finally leave before heading inside. Maddie was already in the kitchen making something to eat. "Maddie," Grace called out to her daughter.

"What's up mom," She answered not stopping what she was doing.

"Honey, are you sure about this... Tye, guy?"

Maddie frowned, "What do you mean?"

Grace started to voice her option, "I mean... you two barely know each other."

"Mom, he's sweet," Maddie told her. "He's not like the others."

"I'm not so sure," Grace muttered to herself before continuing their conversation, "But baby, you said that last time."

Maddie paused, "... What are you trying to say, mom?"

Grace winced as she realized this was getting into territory she didn't want to go. However she needed to say it. Maddie's father wasn't around and it was Grace's job to protect her daughter the best she can. "I just think... maybe... you should slow down?"

"Slow down," Maddie asked not understanding. "What are you talking about?"

Grace continued, "I'm just saying I haven't really met him. That's all. How can I know if he's good for you?"

Maddie looked shocked and almost horrified, "Good for me? Mom, I'm an adult. I can decided who I want to go out with, who I want to kiss, who I want to f-"

Grace cut her off before she said the F word, "Maddie! You know how I feel about language in this house!"

Maddie looked upset but still apologized, "Sorry. Mom, I know you love me and want to protect me, but come on! I think your being TOO protective. Yes I might get hurt or have my feelings crushed, but that's part of growing up."

Grace kind of knew what her daughter was saying. However, if there was a way for Grace to keep her daughter from being hurt, than she was going to do just that. Grace let out a troubled sigh, "Well, can I at least meet him? Just like have a one on one talk?"

Maddie gave her mom a look that told her that she disapproving, but Grace wouldn't let up. Maddie knew this for a fact and figured she might as well give in, "You promise you'll leave him alone?"

Grace nodded, "I just want to know him a little. If you say he's as nice as you think, I'm sure I'll change my tune afterwords."

Maddie rolled her eyes at how annoying this was but again if this would get her mom off their case than fine. "Let me talk to him tonight. I'm sure I can get him to agree." However Maddie didn't seem to enjoy the thought. "But you have to promise not to do anything..." Maddie was looking for the right words, "Weird, ok?"

"What do you mean by weird," Grace asked sounding hurt at what her daughter was implying.

"I don't know, can you try and not scare him away? I told you I kind of like him," Maddie told her mother.

"Me scare him? Oh please, what could I do to scare him," Grace asked nonchalantly. Grace laughed off the look Maddie gave her before she left Maddie in the kitchen.

Tye looked at Maddie with a worried look. "Meet your mom? Are you sure? I mean... I feel like she already hates me."

Maddie blew him a raspberry and waved off his statement, "She doesn't hate you, she just doesn't know you like I do. She just wants to chat and get to know you. You know, so she doesn't worry so much."

Tye thought about it for a moment. He did like Maddie. If it meant talking to her mother for a little while just to ease whatever tension she had toward him so they can be together, than he would. However, he still felt a little nervous about the idea. The look she gave him this afternoon...

"You sure she doesn't hate me?"

"I'm sure of it," Maddie laughed, "Why do you keep asking?"

"Uh, no reason." Tye lied to her as he couldn't help but get that look she gave him out of his mind. It was a very threatening look that gave him the chills.

Tye sat there in Maddie's house looking across her living room at Mrs. Bakely, who had a less than pleased look on her face as they sat in silence. Maddie had invited Tye over and left for class, so he and her mother could talk. Yet they hadn't said one word yet. Mrs. Bakely didn't look like she wanted to talk, it seemed she was more content with just staring at his soul the entire time.

"Um so..." Tye called out trying to start a conversation. So it wouldn't be so quite. "Maddie said you wanted to talk to me?" Mrs. Bakely nodded her head slowly but didn't say anything. "Ok, uh, what did you want to tell me?"

Mrs. Bakely looked at Tye again with that almost judgmental look. "I guess I should get to the point." Mrs. Bakely sat up a little before continuing, "Obviously you like my daughter. However, I don't know anything about you? So I'd like to get to know you more."

Tye slowly nodded, "Uh, yeah same here. I'd like to know you too."

Mrs. Bakely seemed pleased with that answer, "Good, however I know that we don't need to like each other. So," Mrs. Bakely stood up and walked over to Tye who felt a little nervous. "I want to spend 24 hours with you. After that you can be with my daughter for as long as she wants."

Tye looked dumbfounded, "Spend 24 hours with you? Like a full day?"

Mrs. Bakely nodded with a look of seriousness, "Yes. A full 24 hours and I'm off your case. I wont bother you ever again. So what do you say, do you think you can stand being around me for 24 hours," Mrs. Bakely goaded. Tye watched as Mrs. Bakely held out her hand like she was making a deal with him, which she kind of was.

Tye wasn't sure what to say. This sounded so... weird. A mother that was going to leave him alone after being with him for 24 hours? What did that even mean? Like he would have to stay here and go shopping with her when she leaves for the store? Tye didn't understand what all this was but the outstretched hand was there, and he had a feeling that Mrs. Bakely seemed genuine about this "deal" they were having. Finally Tye couldn't help but take up the offer. If it meant that he would have Mr.s Bakely off his back, than sure, why not. Tye stood up and took her hand, "Sure, Mrs. Bakely. But I don't think that it's-"

Tye stop talking as if his mouth suddenly got dry, like someone stuffed a cotton ball into his mouth. He couldn't move his hands, especially the one attached to Mrs. Bakely. He looked confused at the grin on her face as she just smirked and a red light flashed over her eyes. She spoke out almost with an evil voice, "The contract as been made."

Tye felt his heart leap out of his chest as he suddenly felt his body shifting and changing. His body shrunk and collapsed in on itself as his clothes seemed to fall away leaving him naked, which didn't bother Mrs. Bakely at all. She continued to hold onto Tye's body as he went through whatever this was as his bones melted and his skin seemed to deflate till it was flat. Tye's vision seemed to grow smaller as his face was mushed together. Soon Mrs. Bakely was crouching on the floor still holding onto Tye's hand as he felt his legs bend up to his hands. Finally after what felt like forever, Tye stop morphing.

"What happened?! What's going on," Tye shouted out.

"I'll show you in a minute," Mrs. Bakely said much calmer than anyone should be in this situation.

"MRS. BAKELY WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!"

Mrs. Bakely didn't responded as she continued to carry Tye around by the arm... and leg? He couldn't tell where one sensation ended and the other began it was like they were all merged together, but that was impossible, right? It didn't take long before Mrs. Bakely entered her bedroom and flipped on a light and walked over to her dresser. Soon Mrs. Bakely grabbed Tye by his other arm/leg and brought him upward. Tye was soon presented in front of a mirror. This mirror showed Mrs. Bakely holding up a clean bright white thong while smiling into the mirror. But this didn't make sense... looking at the mirror, Tye should have seen himself in it with Mrs. Bakely. In fact he would have been right in her hands...

"AM I A THONG?!" Tye screamed. He began to cry in protest.

"Oh wow, that's annoying," Mrs. Bakely winched. "Better shut that up," She said before Tye found his cries silence. "Much better, can't have my underwear screaming for help, now can I? Would ruin the fun we're going to have for the next 24 hours."

24 hours? Tye thought. No... she couldn't mean.

"Welp times a wasting, better put this bad boy on. Got to say, I do like the fabric you make. Was hoping you wouldn't be anything annoying like leather or something," Mrs. Bakely made a disgusting face, "now THAT was a rough 24 hours."

Tye had no idea what Mrs. Bakely was talking about, or why she was acting so nonchalant about this! He was the underwear in her hands! How as she not freaking out like him, it was like she knew-

Tye's thoughts stopped. She knew? She knew!? Did she do this?!

Tye recalled the look on her face when he was transforming or whatever it was that happened to his body. Suddenly it all came together, Mrs. Bakely did this to him. But why? He wasn't sure why. It just didn't make any sense at all!

Tye's ranting thoughts were broken when he felt himself being set down on the dresser in front of him. His face area was put down on the dresser so it was dark as he only had the wooden material filling his view. There was some drawers opening and finally he felt the familiar sensation of Mrs. Bakely grabbing his leg and yanking him upward. Tye flew through the air attached to the larger hands that were able to drag him like he weighted nothing.

Tye was too disoriented to see where he was going, but by the time he found out, he wasn't ready. Tye was near the ground and was able to look up slightly and see Mrs. Bakely standing above him. This probably wouldn't be an issue, but the fact that she was lacking any clothing alarmed him. He wanted to say something, but he didn't get the chance to. Mrs. Bakely's left leg was inserted in the space that was meant for her leg. Soon the right leg stepped into the proper area leaving Tye's face in between both large appendages.

Tye didn't have a the chance to prepare himself as he could feel Mrs. Bakely's hand hold onto his arms and start to pull him up. It was like he was being slingshot upward as he flew through the air at an alarming pace. He could feel Mrs. Bakely's legs starting to thicken as he traveled up from her small ankles to her thighs. Soon his arms were being dragged across her skin as he approached the final destination for him. His face was yanked up into Mrs. Bakely's mound getting a good face-full of her pelvis, while his mouth wrapped around backwards. Tye was stretched out over Mrs. Bakely's lower region and was covering any naughty parts down there.

"Nice and snug," Mrs. Bakely laughed as she let go of Tye's arms and let them snap in place around her hips, right before she did a slight pose in the mirror.

Tye didn't know what he found more disturbing, what he was experience or the fact that Mrs. Bakely found this funny. Probably both. As cruel as Mrs. Bakely was sounding right now, the assault on Tye's senses were equal horrifying. The first thing was the feeling of Mrs. Bakely's pubes poking into him that made feel disgusted by the women's grown hairs. However that paled in comparison to everything else. The smell emitting from Mrs. Bakely's crotch was a slight musky and sour smell. He wasn't sure if she had showered recently but he would have told her she might want to take another one. However, even that wasn't as bad as the fact that Tye's taste buds were picking up a foul and earthly taste that lingered around Mrs. Bakely's rear end. The fabric connected to her ass crack, was acting like a tongue for Tye. The putrid taste touching his tongue was nauseating.

Tye wasn't sure how much time he would need to get accustom to these new senses, but Mrs. Bakely didn't even give him a moment of rest. She was already pulling on some pants. Tye's last sight before everything went dark, was watching Mrs. Bakely in the mirror starting to hike up some very slim and tight looking yoga pants. Once everything went dark, Tye heard Mrs. Bakely say out loud, "Time for my morning work out. It's going to get sweaty sweetie, hope your thirsty."

Tye let out a sound of horror at those words.

Grace felt her new thong gripping into her body with a unique snugness she usually didn't have with most of her underwear. It was a sensation one usually gets when putting on a brand new set of clothes, like socks or underwear that came right out of the package. The sensation was like the clothing wanted to squeeze you till either you or the clothing itself would break, and the clothing always lost.

Grace walked toward the gym where she usually did her morning work out. Most of the work out consisted of some Yoga and small weights. It was meant for some small toning up here and there, but the big kicker was the cardio after. That was the big work out for Grace. She would usually use a treadmill or one of the bikes in the gym and burn as much calories as possible and get her heart rate pumping. Grace may not want to admit it, but she wasn't as young as everyone thought she was. Looks could be deceiving. For someone her age she needed to try and stay as fit as possible to stay healthy.

Walking into the gym she greeted the workers that she knew by name now, "Karen how's the boy friend?" Grace asked causally to one of the gym employees.

"Grace! We just had our 2 year anniversary," Karen told her with great enthusiasm.

"Oh that's great!" Grace responded with equally as much excitement as Karen.

"Yeah, we went to that restaurant you recommended and it was just like you said, perfect."

"I'm so glad you both enjoyed it," Grace smiled as she headed further inside the gym.

"Take it easy with the work out," Karen warned Grace referring to a time Grace pushed herself too hard.

Grace nodded and headed off toward the Yoga room where the class was setting up. Grace found her spot and rolled out one of the mats before sitting down. The usual instructor came in and greeted the class as Grace started the routine that they all had. Starting in a pose and switching between them to more complicated ones. Finally they were ending with the typical downward dog to stretch out those last muscles. Grace could already feeling the underwear on her butt biting into her ass crack as she really put her back into it.

Tye felt his entire mouth or jaw that was the back part of the thong starting to stretch to it's limit as Mrs. Bakely was doing some kind of stretching. He could feel ever movement she made when she was walking but now that she was doing her stretching, he felt parts of his body he didn't know he still had being torn to the breaking point. One pose, he thought he felt his toes starting to pop out of place or his shoulder getting yanked out of it's socket... which was impossible. Now Tye felt himself being pulled and stretched out as far as he could into Mrs. Bakely's body. The front of him was being shoved deeper into her front crotch area and getting more of her hair and flesh pushed up in him. Meanwhile he could feel himself being pulled deeper into Mrs. Bakely's backside. Gliding over her anus which seemed to twitch at the sensation of the wedge of clothing up against her sensitive parts.

The stretching didn't last too long, maybe 20-30 minutes, but it was long enough for Tye to want to kill himself from all this torment. Soon the sound of people leaving could be heard.

"I'm feeling so energized, what do you say Tye, you ready for a good workout?"

Tye would have said no, but was unable to speak.

Suddenly there was movement as some light came in. Tye felt a hand reaching around and readjusting him. Tye felt himself getting pulled off of Mrs. Bakely's skin as she readjusted him. He must have ridden up higher than she was comfortable with.

"Damn," Mrs. Bakely said out loud, "Your just a little too tight." After a little more adjusting Mrs. Bakely removed her hands and let her pants seal Tye back into his dark world.

Tye felt his world moving again as the fleshy legs started to walk. Again he felt Mrs. Bakely's body rubbing into him from all sides. The only part of Tye that was safe was the waist band that was wrapped around Mrs. Bakely's hips, but even then she seemed to be just a little too wide for him to stay comfortably attached to her. Tye had to endure this torment until he heard the sound of music playing and gym equipment being used. Something told Tye that his true torment was just about to start.

Grace found an empty part in the gym to do a few pre-workout maneuvers to keep her muscles from cramping up or anything. It was basic stuff, squats, leg lunges, and some step ups. Grace was already starting to feel a little sweat forming on her face and other spots on her body. Luckily none of it was below her hips. Well not yet that was.

Heading over to the gym equipment that she usually used the most, was the stationary bicycle. Moving toward the bike, she choose one of them in the back row. There were a few reason for this. The first was she didn't want anyone hearing her talk to her underwear. The second was the amount of sweat she knew that would be flying off her from this work out. The last would be... well it was her dirty secret she didn't want anyone to know about and she never shared it with anyone. It seemed that Tye was about to learn what that was.

"I think an hour on the bikes should be fun," Grace told Tye.

Tye was so done with this. He didn't care if it meant not seeing Maddie anymore, he was gone the moment he was turned back to normal. It was like Mrs. Bakely wanted to torment him on purpose as every workout she did was just causing him more discomfort. Her squatting pushed him deep into her ass. The leg lunges grinned him deeper into her sex giving him that wonderful taste of her neither region that made him gag. It was a bitter taste he wanted to forget, yet he couldn't.

Than they moved onto something else. Tye heard Mrs. Bakely say something about fun. He wasn't sure what she meant. Suddenly he felt Mrs. Bakely taking a seat. Soon he was pushed deeper into Mrs. Bakely than most of her stretching did before. The hard bicycle seat mushed Tye into Mrs. Bakely skin and kept him pinned as long as she sat there. Soon the sound of the pedals moving could be heard as Mrs. Bakely started her biking.

It wasn't until the first couple of minutes that he truly felt claustrophobic. It felt like he couldn't get any air underneath Mrs. Bakely as she peddled away. It was only a few more minutes before the temperature started to rise higher as the air trapped under Mrs. Bakely started to heat up from the work out. This caused her body to react and start to try and cool itself down. Producing sweat which would eventually pool downward to the lowest part of her body, her ass.

He tasted it before he felt the warm hot liquid touching him. The salty bitter taste of sweat gave Tye a bitter burn in his mouth, or skin? It seemed his sense of taste was in one area but everywhere. Sure enough he could feel his fabric body tasting the sweat in all the areas that he was touching.

Soon the sweat turned from a small trickle to a down pour as it dripped and collected into Tye's form. He was like a towel or something just soaking up the liquid that seeped into him. Meanwhile, Mrs. Bakely just acted like she didn't have a person wrapped around her crotch, as she continued her workout.

After a good 10 more minutes, Tye was getting used to the sweat, which was disgusting to say the least. Just as soon as Tye was getting used to this torment, Mrs. Bakely's body had other plans. There was a quivering around Mrs. Bakely's butt area. Her butt started to tremble a little like she was instinctively trying to hold something back. Suddenly Tye felt the anus he was covering open up and a searing hot gas pocket belched out at him. He was assaulted by the stench of an ungodly smell. The power behind the air was weak but just strong enough to push Tye back a little. It lasted for just a brief moment, but it was long enough to make Tye scream for mercy.

Grace grinned at her silent but deadly work out fart excaped her ass. This was the main reason she tried to keep her distance from others when she did these heavy work outs. She could feel her gut already producing gas as she pedaled more and more. "Just getting some air circulation going down there," Grace told her thong. "Can't have you passing out now can I?" Grace wasn't sure if that was true, she really didn't care either way. She had a work out to complete. Without slowing down at all, Grace let each fart slip out of her and into the fabric around her asshole. "Oh... that was a spicy one," Grace commented as she heard the soft toot. After launching one of the last farts she had built up, Grace figured it was time to bring it home for the work out. There was just another 10 minutes for her biking and she wanted to get the most she could out of it. So she started to increase the amount of force and speed she put into her peddling.

Tye felt his lungs burn from the stinky hot winds that just spewed out of Mrs. Bakely's ass. It was the worse, yet. The burning slowly faded but Tye was still waiting for the next volley. The next wave never hit. Tye would say his torment was over, but Mr.s Bakely was still working out.

Just as soon as Tye thought he could endure the rest of the work out, he felt Mrs. Bakely shifting her weight. She started to pump her legs harder and with more effort than before. When she pushed her legs she shifted her weight with it. This meant when she pressed down with her right foot she leaned into it slightly causing her butt to roll that way. Tye was forced to roll with the movement meaning the thong in Mrs. Bakely's ass crack rolled over her anus to one side. When Mrs. Bakely pushed with her left, she rolled to the side forcing Tye to do the same thing sliding over her anus again. It was like he was a windshield wiper for her wet asshole as he was forced sweep across the surface each time. Cleaning any liquid that was deposited on her asshole from sweat or her expelling of her inner gasses.

Tye found this the worse torment yet, as he had to taste the nasty despicable taste of Mrs. Bakely's ass sweat mixed with the filthy taste of anal juices that were leaking out from the constant stream of farts before hand. It was too much for Tye he just wanted it to end, but there was no end. Not till Mrs. Bakely finished. Which wouldn't be for a while.

Grace sat back and enjoyed the wet feeling of her butt squishing down in the soaked seat. Luckily there was a cloth and cleaning spray to wipe down the equipment nearby. Making sure to get everything clean and ready for whoever is next, Grace finished and decided to head out. Her work out was complete and she was feeling tired. Luckily she didn't have too much for the rest of the day to do. Weakly Grace headed out of the gym after saying bye to Karen.

The walk back home wasn't bad, sure Grace felt sticky and icky from her work out, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. The walk back would slowly dry the sweat on her body and clothes. Whatever that was soaked with sweat soon started to evaporate and leave a crusty dried covering on it. Which meant the thong Grace was wearing started to stiffen up too.

As the underwear started to dry up it also stayed stuck and attached to Grace's skin where it made contact with each other. It was annoying having the fabric cling to her like it was doing, but she couldn't do much out in the open. Not with people watching. She had to get home before she could do anything.

Grace walked through the front door of her home and let out a sounds of relief. "Finally," Grace said out loud. She didn't even wait a nanosecond before she dug her hands into her pants and started to yank and jerk the thong off her skin that it was stuck too. The feeling of the fabric's hard crusty from being peeled off made Grace feel disgusted by having the dirty underwear still attached to her. "I need a shower, and so do you. Ugh," Grace told Tye as she headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Grace didn't wait to strip down and yank of the thong from her body. She examined it and saw how the pure white color was now stained with her dried up sweat. What used to be a clean color it now looked old and worn out. However she still had plenty of time with it, she needed to get it cleaned up. Turning on the faucet, Grace tossed the ruined underwear into the sink to soak up the water and possibly drawl out any sweat stains.

Not even checking if it was working, Grace jumped into the shower and started to clean herself off.

Tye was doing his best to not drown in the water, but it was hard when he couldn't swim. He felt heavy and waterlogged as the water soaked into his form and dragged him downward. As Tye started to sink to the bottom of the sink, he could feel stuff being dragged out of him. Any sweat, grime, filth, or otherwise not part of him, began to seep out and into the water very slowly. Tye would have said this was a blessing if it weren't for the fact that sinking into the water was not a comfortable experience. It was like drowning, but only it wasn't cause he didn't need to breath at all. It was a horrible experience yet kind of calming...

Tye stayed in his silent flooded world as Mrs. Bakely took her shower. He couldn't hear her or the shower, just a dull muffled sounding pattering of water in the distance. Soon that stopped as a soft thud could be heard of something hitting the floor followed by another equally large thud. Small tremors and vibrations grew closer before a large hand dipped into Tye's world and yanked him out of the water.

"I think you soaked long enough," Mrs. Bakely told Tye. "Time to wring you out, and dry you."

Tye was going to question what she meant until her hands grabbed either side of him and started to twist him. Tye felt his entire body starting to contort and spin in on itself. He would have let out a scream of pain but it wouldn't have saved him. Soon Tye was crushed in on himself and he could feel himself being drained. Any water that was on him or soaked in started to drip out of him, giving him some air back to his being. Mrs. Bakely gave Tye another hard spin and squeezed till she was satisfied with how dry he was. However Tye knew that no mater how much she squeezed or twisted him, he would still be damp-

Suddenly the sound of a blow dryer was heard. Tye felt panicked as Mrs. Bakely had a gleam in her eyes as brought he screaming loud blow dry that was shooting out air. She wasted no time bring the tool for hair up to the damp thong that was Tye. Tye felt the flaming hot scorching air sear into him burning away any water that was on him. It was like he was being dipped into the sun or held over a raging volcano as the burning winds tried to set him on fire as it did it's job. Tye swore he would be lite ablaze if Mrs. Bakely held him too long in the ragging gust. It didn't take long before Mrs. Bakely turned off the hair dryer.

Tye didn't have any time to rest as he soon was put to use and brought up to Mrs. Bakely's legs. No protesting would stop her from slipping him back up home to her ass and pussy that looked kind of cold compared to the temperatures Tye had to endure just a few moments ago. Sure enough the skin of Mrs. Bakely felt cold compared to himself making him shiver as her body sucked out any heat from him.

"Ahhh, nothing like warm underwear," Mrs. Bakely said giving Tye a couple of nice tugs and wiggles to get him in just the right position.

Tye would have agreed with her, but not after what he just experienced.

Grace was preparing dinner when Maddie came home. She seemed a little ruffled and headed straight for her.

"What's wrong sweetie," Grace asked sounding worried.

"What did you say to him," Maddie asked.

"Who," Grace asked confused as to the "him" Maddie was referring to.

"Tye, he hasn't answered any of my calls or text, what happened to him?" Maddie accused Grace. "Did you say something?"

Grace decided to tell Maddie the truth, "I just told him that I wanted to spend a day with him. If he did, than I'd leave you two alone."

Maddie gave her mother a weary look, "AND? What did Tye say?"

Grace looked innocent as she told her daughter, "He said ok. That was all."

Maddie seemed to struggled with this information, "That's all? You didn't do anything embarrassing or threaten him? Mom, please tell me you didn't do anything outrageous." Than Maddie shook her head, "No, scratch that, tell me you DID something... so I at least know why he's dodging me."

"Maddie," Grace tried to comfort her daughter, "I'm sure he's just got his hands full right now," Grace said taking one hand and pulling up on the back of her thong. "I promise you'll see him sometime soon. Now why don't you change and get into something more relaxing. We'll have some mother daughter time together."

"I don't know," Maddie hesitantly protested.

"I bought some wine, are you really going to make your mother drink alone?"

Maddie laughed, "Well, if you insist."

"That's my girl," Grace laughed with her. "Now go change, I'll start making something to snack on." As Maddie left Grace in the kitchen, Grace moved the thong around her ass to make it more snug and secure on her butt. Grace had to pull, yank, and drag the material across her butt-crack a couple of times to find that right spot for it to be less annoying. As much as Grace enjoyed wearing a thong, it got tiresome. The constant readjusting of the underwear was bothersome, but that's why she only wore them ever so often.

A little gurgle in her told Grace that she should start making food before she got too hungry. Pouring a glass for both her daughter and herself, Grace started to prepare some food. Maddie joined once she changed from her outside clothes to more relaxed fitting clothes to spend the rest of the day with her.

Just some good old mother and daughter time, oh and Tye too.

Tye could hear both Maddie and Mrs. Bakely laughing at something that they were talking about, but he couldn't keep track of. Ever since Mrs. Bakely sat down and smothered him into the couch with her ass and crotch, he couldn't hear as well as before. All he could do was try and not snap from the pressure and situation, both mentally and physically. Mrs. Bakely's ass seemed to swell outward when she was sitting, which yanked and pulled on certain fabric spots. His arms were just barely holding on to his legs as his body was pulled taunt into her crotch. The faint scent of her seeped into him reminding him of her exercise biking earlier. Tye would have shuddered at the thought if he could. What was worse was that every once in a while, Mrs. Bakely would let out a small puff of gas through him and into the couch that went unnoticed by Maddie, and most likely Mrs. Bakely too.

Suddenly the world eased up and gave Tye some fresh air from the stale couch and butt fumes, as Mrs. Bakely got up. She walked somewhere and Tye could hear some dishes being used as Maddie talked from across the room about something. Soon the sound of a glass being filled with a liquid could be heard before Tye was again moving somewhere again. Suddenly his world started to stretch and the pressure of Mrs. Bakely sitting down hit Tye as his supply of fresh air was stifled. He was again being sat on. Soon Tye was back to where he was not even a few minutes ago, in the dark under Mrs. Bakely's ass listening to a muffled conversation just waiting for another quick breath of fresh air.

The only thing that Tye could do was count the amount of times Mrs. Bakely got up. It was the only thing that kept him sane and away from being trapped in such a horrible situation. It also gave him a sense of time. He figured it was about half an hour or an hour every time Mrs. Bakely got up so after the 4 time she got off the couch, Tye knew it was around 2-3 hours since she started drinking. Sure enough Mrs. Bakely's walk was off just a tad, and Tye could tell she wobbled just the slightest. It was the first signs that Mrs. Bakely was showing that she was getting drunk. That and the conversation between mother and daughter was becoming louder and louder as time went on.

Tye hoped that Mrs. Bakely would get drunk and soon go to sleep, or pass out. Maybe than he would have some reprieve from the constant squirm and shifting that Mrs. Bakely did. Intentional or not, it would grind him over her asshole and skin giving him that taste of Mrs. Bakely's ripe ass.

"Mom, I think you had enough," Maddie called out as Mrs. Bakely was standing somewhere, most likely the kitchen.

"Sh, sh, sh, I know my limits," Mrs. Bakely told her daughter. "Besides, there's another bottle we need to finish."

Maddie laughed, "Mom! That's too much."

"Nonsense," Mrs. Bakely told her as she poured another cup. "I'll be right back," She said as Tye felt his world move again. It didn't' take too long to reach the destination, as Mrs. Bakely quickly closed a door and Tye felt himself being pulled down off Mrs. Bakely's ass and to the ground between her legs. "Got to take a piss," She said not to loud for Maddie to hear, but Tye was sure it was for him to know.

The sound of a lot of liquid splashing into a bowl of water could be heard above him as Mrs. Bakely let out a sigh. She sat there peeing as Tye was forced to listen and watch as the women empty her bladder into the toilet. Soon the sound of urine turned to a trickle before it stopped. Some toilet paper being ripped off the roll could be heard as Mrs. Bakely cleaned up. After one or two wipes she stood up and quickly yanked Tye upward toward her awaiting hips. Tye collided with them and was stuck fast as Mrs. Bakely flushed and headed out of the bathroom. As she walked Tye felt something wet land on him and get absorbed. It was followed by a few more wet droplets before Tye recognized this with a horrible discovery, Mrs. Bakely didn't finish cleaning her private parts. The small drips of urine filled his sense of taste and smell as the acidic scent and flavor hit Tye with a shocking surprise. It only lasted for a couple of drops, but enough to make him cringe in disgust.

Tye wasn't sure if Mrs. Bakely did it on purpose or it was by accident but either way it didn't matter cause he was stuck with the lingering after taste of the missed piss, drying into him as Mrs. Bakely grabbed her drink and took a seat again. Tye counted two more trips before Mrs. Bakely said out loud again, "I think I broke the dam, I'll be back."

Dam? What was she talking about?

Tye heard a door close and as the door clicked so did his brain. They were back at the bathroom. Mrs. Bakely was sitting down, this time she only yanked Tye down to her knees as she pissed. Tye was closer to the action this time and could smell the scent of pee in the air as Mrs. Bakely emptied her bladder the second time in an hour. Sure enough she had a good amount of piss built up in her as she sat there for a good minute or so. Finally done she ripped off a slice of toilet paper before standing up and bringing Tye up toward her. Sadly he remembered last time and figured one piece of toilet paper wouldn't be enough to clean herself off. He was right.

Tye hit a wet patch of urine that was still damp on Mrs. Bakely. The yellow liquid seeped into him quickly as he was assaulted by the taste and smell of the strong potent pee. Sure enough, Mrs. Bakely cared little about the missed urine that fell and was absorbed by Tye. She seemed more concerned with grabbing her drink and joining her daughter for more family time. Tye on the other hand hated this as it was clear she missed more this time, as instead of a few drops of urine it was more like a splash. Thankfully after a few minutes of wallowing in disgust and discomfort, the liquid started to dry out and just leave the after taste/smell for Tye.

Just great.

Grace felt the room spinning. She was drunk. Well mostly, she still had enough sense to know where she was at and who was with her. The warm feeling from all the wine she drank was swimming from her gut to her head as she laughed at the comical show that was thrown on a little while ago.

Grace got up for another cup of wine. As she approached the bottle she found her leg miss a step and she stumbled a little to the side. "Whoa," Grace called out catching her balance. Ok, maybe she had 1 too many.

"You ok, mom," Maddie called out.

"mhmm, just... just too much. I think, it's time for bed," Grace laughed. She put her glass down before trying to sober up enough to make it to her room. "Good night," Grace called out to her daughter as she headed off to her room to go to bed. Grace made it to the bedroom and headed off to the bathroom. Getting ready for bed, Grace stripped except for her underwear and bra. Grabbing her tooth brush, Grace scrubbed her teeth and rinsed. Finally Grace figured she might as well empty her bladder one more time before heading to bed. Didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night and have to pee.

Moving toward the toilet, Grace yanked her underwear down and sat down on the toilet, once again using it for the third time tonight.

Tye wasn't sure if he was glad that Mrs. Bakely was about to go to be or not. Sure the day was almost over, but that meant he had to watch the Giantess squat and sit down on the toilet. The sound of her peeing yet again filled the air as she sat there doing her business. Tye prepared himself for another volley of dripping piss to hit him when Mrs. Bakely was done, but after the stream stop she didn't move a muscle. Tye wondered if maybe she fell asleep or something but the small shuffling of Mrs. Bakely's feet below Tye told him otherwise. Sure enough after a few more moments there was another sound that was completely different from what Tye had heard through out the night. A loud splash could be heard as something sunk into the toilet. It was followed by another clunk and splash. Tye was confused as to what he was hearing until he smelled possibly the worse smelling scent yet today. The rotten odor of feces crept to him as he hung onto Mrs. Bakely's legs just close enough to smell it.

Tye was appalled as the older women took a dump with him being in the vicinity of the action. There was a relaxed sigh and grunt before another splash was quickly silenced by a gassy fart. Tye whimpered as he got a good whiff of that one. It was truly toxic as the burning smell lingered around for a bit before breezing away. Finally Mrs. Bakely seemed to be done for the night and started to wipe herself. Tye could see her grab a small piece of paper and do a single wipe before getting up off the toilet.

"Wh- no! NO YOUR NOT CLEAN YET!" Tye protested but was gone unheard as Mrs. Bakely thought otherwise. She leaned down and grabbed Tye's arms and started to drag him upward. The screaming protesting Tye could already see that spots she desperately missed coming closer and closer. The sounds of silent screaming turned to a horrible gut wrenching sob as Tye was pulled into the messy rear that lacked the proper cleaning. The smelly mess greeted Tye by colliding with him and meshing together. The sludge that littered Mrs. Bakely's back side was rubbed and merged into him as he was drawn in deeper and closer to Mrs. Bakely's anus.

Tye wasn't sure if she did it on purpose or accident, but she gave no indication of either. She simply hiked Tye up her ass and into the filthy zone she just created and flushed the toilet. Tye's sense were destroyed as everything was assaulted by the horrible stench and flavor left behind by Mrs. Bakely's bowel movement. Each step rubbed him into it and made it worse and worse.

Finally the sound of Mrs. Bakely getting in bed could be heard, followed by a large hand reaching backward. Tye watched as Mrs. Bakely's hand went for him. She was going to grab him and yank him out of her crack.

Tye was wrong as Mrs. Bakely went to scratch her anus and pushed Tye deeper into the muck around him. He felt part of him get inserted int Mrs. Bakely where the source of the shit came from. That spot wasn't even touched by the toilet paper and therefor had a much more powerful source of torture for Tye. Mrs. Bakely anus held part of him inside her as she fell asleep. Tye was in hell as he was forced to stay sucked into Mrs. Bakely's ass while on the outside the slightly sticky shit hardened on him, but the inside was still fresh and wet. As long as he was inside it would stay hot and fresh for him. However long that might be...

Grace woke up with a bad hangover. Her head was splitting and she groaned.

Slowly she got up off her bed and felt even worse.

"Oooo," Grace groaned trying to not be too loud as to stir her head more than it already was. Heading to the bathroom, Grace sat down and did her morning business. As she peed she looked down at her underwear. "Oh, what the hell."

The once white underwear was looking very bad. There were yellow sploshes on the front from what she could only assume was dried up pee from last night. However the backside was the one that made her give a look of disapproval. There were several streaks of brown along the back area. In the center, where her asshole would be, there was still a fresh patch stuck to it.

"Stupid," Grace muttered to herself. "Why am I so stupid." Letting out a sigh, Grace removed the underwear from her legs. "Sorry, Tye. I wanted to spend more time together, but... this might be it. Only a couple of more hours I think. Might as well clean you up," Grace told him. After cleaning herself up from the toilet, Grace found a new set of underwear to toss on. "Well, I had fun. What about you?" Grace gave him a few moments before laughing, "Oh right, can't talk. I'll take that as a yes." Grace headed into the laundry room with her underwear and some soiled clothes that needed to be washed. "Well, by the time your done," She said tossing Tye into the washer machine, "You'll get to be with Maddie, and I'll leave you both alone. Just like I promised." Grace told Tye before tossing everything on top of him. "Just got to do the laundry and make you just as good as new.

Grace shut the lid and turned on the washer letting the water starting to fill up the machine.

"See you in an hour," Grace told Tye not sure if he could hear. She was sure he would enjoy this.

Tye thought it was bad in the sink, this was so much worse. The washer machine spun him around and drowned him as he was caught in a death trap of swirling water and clothes. It was like a whirlpool of water and suds as the washer mixed everything together and spun it around over, and over, and over, and over again. Tye didn't know what time it was or when it all stopped, but soon there was the sound of someone grabbing heaps of clothing and tossing them somewhere. Soon it was his turn and he was chucked into something else. After a good slam the sound of something starting could be hear as a machine came to life. Tye heard a rumbling and the spinning started. Unlike before it wasn't a swirl it was more of a tumble as he was flipped over and over again. Hot air blasted him from all directions as the burning heat scorched him. It wasn't as bad as the blow drier, but it was bad. He felt like he was going to combust at any moment. It didn't mater how long he was in there, it felt much longer. Time was meaningless when you were constantly being thrown around and nearly lit on fire from heat. The torment finally ended and the door opened.

Mrs. Bakely just grabbed everything and took it out of the machine Tye was in. He watched as he was on top of the laundry heap, as Mrs. Bakely tossed everything on her bed. She started to sort and separate everything into piles of folded laundry. Soon it was just Tye by himself on the bed with Mrs. Bakely standing over him with a smile.

Mrs. Blakely smirked and said, "A deal is a deal. You can be with my daughter for as long as she wants."

Tye didn't know why she would think that he would even consider being with Maddie after all this. The moment he had a chance he was getting the fuck out of here and never coming back.

Mrs. Blakely picked up Tye and held him folded in her hands. What was she doing?

Tye watched as Mrs. Blakely walked over to a small red box. She set him down in it before closing the lid. What was she doing?! Mrs Blakely never answered as she sealed Tye up in the box.

Maddie woke up and came out of her room to see her mother making coffee.

"Morning," Maddie grungy greeted her mother.

"Hey there sleepyhead, your up."

"mmm," Maddie sat down and saw her mother bring her a cup of coffee and set down a red box. "What's that?"

"Well," Grace said sounding a little guilty, "I felt bad about yesterday. About your boyfriend and talking with him, so... I got you a gift."

"A gift..." Maddie opened the box and saw the new thong waiting inside. "Underwear... again?"

"What," Grace asked sensing her daughter's attitude toward the gift.

"It's just... you always get me underwear. Now that I think about it, anytime my boyfriends break up or just stop talking to me, you get me underwear. Why is that," Maddie asked finding it strange.

Grace laughed, "When I was growing up, we were happy when we got new underwear."

Maddie just rolled her eyes as she picked up the white thong, "I am happy. It's just weird is all. Maybe like switch it up like a shirt or how about bra mom. I've got like 30 different pairs of underwear already."

Grace just smiled as she told Maddie to try them on, "Well if you stop getting so many boyfriends you wouldn't have to worry about having too much underwear. Now put them on and tell me how you like them."

Maddie just rolled her eyes as she walked to her room to do as her mother requested.

Everyone was unaware of the sounds the underwear was trying to make as Maddie locked her door and slipped them on. The feeling of having them snuggle up her ass crack felt nice and firm. She would have to wear them for a few days straight to wear them down to a more comfortable fit. Something that would make them a little messy and dirty, but a good wash could fix that. Speaking of dirty.

Maddie ripped a fart she was holding in since this morning. She didn't want her mom to hear or smell it. Thank God no one else was here. There was a nasty morning fart. Something Maddie usually got and would often lead to the first morning dump after her coffee.

Nothing like starting the day with fresh underwear.