Helping Mother Out - Leggings TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerHelping Mother Out - Leggings TFAlex sat on the couch, watching an episode of his favorite sci-fi series on Netflix. Just as the protagonist was about to make a shocking discovery, Alex's phone buzzed insisten…
Alex sat on the couch, watching an episode of his favorite sci-fi series on Netflix. Just as the protagonist was about to make a shocking discovery, Alex's phone buzzed insistently. Groaning, he paused the show and checked the caller's Name. "Mom? What's up?" His mother's frantic voice filled his ear. "Alex, honey, I need a huge favor. I forgot my yoga clothes at home, and yoga class starts in thirty minutes!" Alex sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Alright, alright. Where did you leave them?" "In the laundry room, on the top shelf. There should be a sports bra, tank top, and black leggings. Oh, and my water bottle from the kitchen. Thank you so much, sweetie!" Dragging himself off the couch, Alex gathered the items, grumbling about interrupting him. He hopped into his beat-up car and drove ten minutes to the yoga studio. Arriving with minutes to spare, Alex handed over the gym bag. His mom's face, initially beaming with gratitude, suddenly fell flat. "Oh no... the leggings! You forgot them!" Alex slapped his forehead, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration. "Shit, sorry Mom. I'll run back and get them-" But his mother grabbed his arm, her eyes gleaming with an idea that made Alex instantly wary. "Wait! I have these new transformation stickers from work. They'll turn you into the leggings and back with a simple push of the embedded button." "Mom, no way-" Alex started, but she cut him off. "Please, honey? Class starts in two minutes! It'll be quick, I promise. You'll be back to normal before you know it." Alex looked at his mother's pleading face, then at the eager yoga students filing into the studio. Reluctantly, he sighed. "Fine. But you owe me big time." Grinning, his mom handed him a small, circular sticker. "Just apply it anywhere on your skin." With a deep breath, Alex peeled off the backing and pressed the sticker to his forearm. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a tingling sensation spread from the sticker, rapidly encompassing his entire body. Alex gasped as his form began to shift and compress. His legs suddenly felt weak, melting together like warm wax. The sensation crawled up his body, his skin transforming into sleek, stretchy fabric. He watched in fascinated horror as his arms melted away, his torso flattening and elongating to form a waistband. "M-mom?" he tried to say, but no sound came out. His face smoothed over, all features disappearing as the transformation completed. In mere seconds, Alex was no longer a young man but a pair of black leggings lying atop his empty clothes. The transformation sticker, now seeming much larger from his perspective, was situated right on the crotch area. "Oh, thank you, sweetie!" His mom's voice boomed above him as her hands scooped him up. Alex felt himself being stretched and pulled as she slid him over her curvy, slightly plump figure. Every dimple, every fold of skin was acutely apparent as she adjusted him, tucking and smoothing the fabric hi- into place. The yoga class began, and Alex experienced the activity from a whole new perspective. Every stretch sent ripples of sensation through his fabric being. As his mom moved into downward dog, he felt the strain against what used to be his shoulders. In child's pose, he was compressed against her thighs, acutely aware of her body heat and the slight dampness of gathering sweat. During a particularly deep stretch, Alex felt something shift. The sticker on his crotch area came loose, fluttering to the mat below. Panic surged through him, but to his horror, his mom glanced down, noticed the fallen sticker, and discretely tucked it under the corner of her yoga mat. Alex endured the class for a full hour, sticking to his mother's increasingly sweaty and sticky skin. By the end, he felt like a damp rag wrapped around her legs, every fiber saturated with her sweat. As the class wound down, Alex hoped his ordeal was nearly over. But as his mom packed her things, she leaned down, seemingly to roll up her mat, and whispered, "Oops, the sticker is gone. I am too tired sweety, to search for the sticker now. Don't worry, I'll take you to work on Monday to change you back... probably." Her fingers traced along his crotch area teasingly. "Might use you for something more private with your dad this weekend, though." If Alex could have shouted in protest, he would have. But in his current form, he could only cling helplessly to his mother's legs as she stuffed him unceremoniously into her gym bag. Trapped in darkness, surrounded by the damp, musky scent of post-workout clothes, Alex's mind raced. What did she mean by 'private use'? And 'probably' change him back? The weekend stretched before him, filled with unknown humiliations and experiences.
