From early morning, I saw the "suit of the day" by my bed.
It was: my mother's office heels, shiny bronze pantyhose, my mother's familiar thong, a bra and shapewear (which started it all and which I stole from my mother before she even knew about me). A tight petticoat and something new - also similar to Rago lingerie - shapewear shorts that had padding on the hips and butt.
Mom stood nearby. She was dressed for work: high heels, black tights, a tight black skirt, and a satin blouse. Looking at her, I knew deep down that I didn't have a chance to resist such feminine energy in the house.
"You have half an hour to shower and put this all on—otherwise you'll regret it." I knew she wasn't bluffing and could be cruel and considering how she was dressed, she was most likely in a hurry, so I accepted her order.
After getting out of the shower, I started getting dressed, feeling the tightness increase with each item I put on. Mom's bra held my large, heavy breasts, and Mom's thong greedily dug into my ass beneath the nylon. The shapewear squeezed my body, and these new shorts gave my hips and butt a visual and actual increase in size. The petticoat hugged my new curves, and when I put on Mom's office heels, I realized my ass really did look bigger.
Mom walked into the room, holding an armbinder, a blue hood, a collar, a zip-lock bag with shackles, and a bag full of panties.
"Okay” - she said, grabbing me, and the next moment, the armbinder was tightly cinched around my arms and shoulders, making my tits stick out even more and my arms go numb. My legs were cuffed, and I was pushed onto the couch—I knew what would happen next—makeup. Once she was done, she began mercilessly stuffing pairs of panties into my mouth, one after another. This time, there were six before I started choking and she stopped. My cheeks bulged like a hamster's. The creaking of tape diluted the moaning sounds in the room as she wrapped them around my mouth. When she finished, she put this tight blue latex hood on my head, and then a wide metal collar on my neck, which was immediately locked with a padlock at the back.
No matter how many times this happened, I was still frightened by the skill and desire with which she did it. I see a sparkle in her eyes, some kind of dark pleasure, and I haven't felt any awkwardness in her doing this to me for a long time now. It's truly frightening, because I still feel awkward sometimes.
"Alright, we're done, Big Tits, let's go to the other room.” - she lifted me up and I started walking clumsy, my tits bouncy in her lace bra and the chains on my legs clinking. "Move that fat ass of yours, slut, it's really fat now!" - With a wicked grin, she slapped my ass and pushed me out of the room.
As I walked down the hallway, I saw people passing by through the window—on errands, to work, to visit friends and family—and I felt a little sad because I was deprived of that. Instead, my perverted mother, having learned of my perverted behavior, was leading me down the hallway, pushing me forward while her lingerie dug into my body. I instinctively stopped, looking out the window, for which I immediately received another painful slap on the butt.
"Oh, you'll still have time to stand by the window, slut, now go ahead!"
She led me to the room, and when I entered, I saw a huge numbers of bras on the bed, even more shapewear (thongs, bodysuits, garter belts), a corset, and stockings. I let out a muffled moan into my gag and backed away, but Mom pushed me onto the couch, and I fell onto it all.
"You know, I've been studying everything about you in detail, everything you've written on your page, your thoughts, everything you've done. This has dispelled my last doubts about you; you really are just doll material, which I essentially created. I'm intrigued by your attempts at layering lingerie—let's try this for real, when you're really packed in and can't free yourself, and we'll see what happens."
"Hmm, the shackles will have to be removed, as well as the heels, until we completely pack you up, don't even dare squirm!"
She began to put shapewear on me, layer after layer. Knee-length shapewear pantaloons, a matching corset bra of the same color, two bodysuits, one of which had garters—the stockings were immediately put on and fastened. Then a shapewear thong on top, and then another shapewear corset with garters; this corset was black and pink—that's why the stockings were black. The last part of this package was a tight black corset, which she mercilessly tightened on me. I felt an insane pressure and my breathing was heavy, she noticed it.
"Oh, what is it? Now this is all for real, Big Tits!" - she said, shackling my legs again and putting on heels.
I squirmed slightly and tried to catch my breath, but she continued. "Now, bras, I think six will be enough for you, one bra from each girl!" She began putting on bra after bra, unbuckling the straps so she wouldn't have to take off my armbinder and then fastening the straps back on me.
"Moan, slut, you should be glad, every one of these bras has been on other girls' tits! Even without these layers, the bra you were wearing used to support my tits, and the thong used to dig into my ass, isn't that what you wanted all along?"
I groaned in shame and tightness and squirmed, earning her a sneer.
“It’s too late, you stupid slut, you’re completely packed. Do you know what’s worst for you? Now I’m going to take photos, which you’ll then post on your page, because no matter how tight, humiliating, and difficult it is, you’ll still talk about it, simply because you’re used to doing it. And oh God, how I’ll enjoy reading the comments later, if there are any. After the photos, I’ll be gone for the whole day, so you’ll really feel the full tightness of these layers. Suck on your juicy, thick gag, shake your layered, huge, heavy tits, because you’re simply a fetish toy and I won’t let you go. You should be grateful that I’m taking care of you while your Mistress often has to leave on business. Now enjoy, you packed, stupid slut!”
God, that was incredibly long and difficult..
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