Laundry Day
Winning Her Back Chapter 5

Anna bent down and grabbed the bra, making sure she had a firm grasp on you inside before lifting. You were engulfed by the spongy fabric for a moment before Anna flipped the bra around to see you. It was like you were standing - or laying - in a bowl and Anna’s face loomed above the edge. 

“Come to think of it,” she said, “I’m pretty sure Zoe wore this thing last night.”

 

Judging by how fresh and overpowering the scent was, you were inclined to agree, but opted not to voice your agreement for obvious reasons.

 

Anna’s eyes flicked downwards, their attention grabbed by your erection which you tried to cover with your hands too late.

 

“And since you’re clearly enjoying yourself…” she said with contempt. 

She started walking, but the high walls of Zoe’s bra cup provided no way of knowing where she was headed. You asked several times what she meant, and tried to explain away your erection by blaming it on the shrinking process, but Anna continued looking forward, paying you no mind. It wasn’t until she stopped, and your vessel began to fall that you realised what was happening.

 

Your landing was soft. You took the opportunity to climb out of the bra and found yourself standing atop a building sized pile of clothing. Immediately, a pungent scent washed over you, telling you one thing; these clothes weren’t clean. You backed away from a nearby sock, assuming it to be the cause of the smell, only to trip and fall onto a pair of discarded panties. You quickly scampered across the pile, but no item of clothing seemed preferable to take refuge on, so you looked up to Anna who watched your struggle with glee. 

“Anna, let me out! It’s disgusting in here!”

 

“Let you out? I thought you liked dirty clothes? Though, you might wanna start digging if you’re looking for Zoe’s panties.” She pointed to the pair you just fell in. “Because those are my mom’s.”

 

“I’m begging you, Anna, enough of these games!”

 

“I’ll let you out soon… probably.” Anna smirked and walked away, leaving you stranded atop the mountain of dirty clothes. You called after her, but no response came. She was gone. 

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August 3, 2023
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