During the wash you get stuck to Maddie's w...
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 10
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copier
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You struggled to reform as the washing machine filled with water, but was met with little success. You were soaked with Maddie's warm sweat and, unknown to you, Maddie had causally bundled you into her tan-coloured workout shorts, leaving you struggling against the fabric. Soon enough you were submerged in water and the cleaning cycle began; now instead of gravity pressing you into Maddie's shorts, the wash cycle had you constantly rubbing and pressing into the fabric.
You continued to try to reform with all your might, trying to pull yourself together from being cloth shaped. However, to your horror, after seemingly having some success at contracting you found you couldn't contract any more! The heat, motion, and pressure of the wash, together with your attempts at reforming had resulted in you being firmly held in place against the fabric. Every struggle and contraction you made, felt like you were being forced into the fabric you were so callously bundled into, leaving you helpless to reform as you were subjected to dizzying remainder of the wash cycle.
Finally, you felt the water draining away, before being subjected to a hell-like spin dry. Your luck must have been truly terrible because the centrifugal force felt like it was ingraining your body into the fabric. Shortly into the spin cycle you couldn't take it any more and lost consciousness.
Meanwhile, Cassie had returned to her mother's study to check on the seat cover, only to find it looked to same: a bit dirty, with a prominent butt-print. Disappointed, Cassie returned to watch TV again while telling herself to wait until evening to check again. On her way she heard the ring from the washing machine and decided she might as well switch it to the dryer. However, being worried that she might have unknowingly sown her own fiance to a chair, which her family then used for a month, had left Cassie rather irritable at the moment; she decided to run a steam-dry to avoid the hassle of ironing afterwards, inadvertently sealing your fate.
You awoke to searing pain, all you could feel was a scalding sensation and, before long, you lost consciousness again.
When the dryer was finished, Kimberly swiftly arrived to empty it; she had been a little concerned when she found out that Cassie was the one to switch the load to the dryer but she had stealthily examined Cassie's expression and found nothing indicating she noticed anything. Kimberly had strongly declined Cassie's offer to help put the laundry away, saying that she should just continue relaxing and watch TV while waiting or to check on that cover in her study again to alleviate her worries.
Kimberly brought the clothes to her room and began folding and separating out her three daughters clothes. Soon though, Kimberly finished and realised that she couldn't find you! Kimberly frowned and went back to check if you were stuck to the sides of the washer or dryer only to find nothing. Kimberly then proceeded to carefully check every piece of clean clothing before refolding it, but couldn't find you.
"Damn, where did that little twerp go; he was a perfect cushion. Now my plan is ruined" Kimberly muttered frustratingly. She was happy she already had the decoy cover prepared so that her daughter wouldn't discover anything. She couldn't understand it though, there was no sign of you, but you must be in the clothes somewhere. When she thought of this, she smirked, it was all her daughters' clothes and this way you were still being kept away from her precious eldest daughter; better a smudge on their clothes than her daughter's fiance.
You awoke, only to hear something that made your blood run cold: "Damn, where did that little twerp go; he was a perfect cushion. Now my plan is ruined" It was Kimberly's voice. You were sure. The entire time you were sown to the chair, your face being used as a seat by the Smalls women, forced to endure the heat, sweat, smell, farts, and the sheer weight of their asses, you had the nagging suspicion that Kimberly knew where you were. Now your suspicions were confirmed, Kimberly knew you were there; you were enraged! This had been one of the worst situations you found yourself in and, from the sounds of it, Kimberly wanted you to be a cushion again!
You finally realised that Kimberly was dangerous, you needed to get away from the Smalls! However, after sensing your current situation, you realised that you were completely stuck. You couldn't even twitch; you could tell you were thoroughly stuck to clothes and that your shape was odd. This felt like something you hadn't experienced before, however it was possible you were stuck to something familiar and folded funny; maybe panties folded small or a shirt or skirt not folded well. You thought being stuck to something familiar was somehow better than something you've never experienced; although with the Smalls it might not make a difference, especially with Kimberly purposefully sabotaging you.
You felt yourself being lifted and placed down, then later being lifted and put down again before you felt clothes being placed on top of you, followed by what you thought had to be the drawer you were in being closed. You noticed that this entire time you were in darkness, so you guessed you were probably stuck inside a piece of clothing. You struggled off and on for sometime to reform, but eventually gave up.
That evening Cassie returned to Kimberly's study and examined the cushion cover once again, under Kimberly's watching eyes. "I could swear I saw it twitch" said Cassie, staring carefully at the fabric. "Honey, look at it; it didn't change at all, it is just a piece of fabric, nothing more" said Kimberly in a caring tone. "It isn't Jake, so can we toss it in the wash now? When it is done you can sew it back on" Kimberly continued, looking at Cassie. Cassie stared at the fabric with a look of indecision before it transformed into a mix of disappointment and relief; disappointment that you were still missing and relief that she hadn't stitched her fiance to a cushion and let her family sit on him for a month. "Okay Mom, you're right, you can wash it and I'll sew it back on when it is clean." replied Cassie. Kimberly gave Cassie a kind smile, followed by a hug, and said "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm sure Jake is fine and will turn up soon".
Time passed and you could feel the drawer you were in being pulled out and pushed in occasionally, while you waited. Sometimes you could hear music or muffled voices through the drawer but you still couldn't tell what clothes you were in, or even whose clothes. You wanted this darkness and isolation to end, you weren't sure how much more you could take before you'd start to lose yourself. Finally, you felt yourself being lifted, you were excited that something was finally happening; you quickly felt yourself being lowered and placed down again, but you immediate noticed the smell of old sweat. Then from the pressure, you knew a couple of other things were placed on top of the clothes you were stuck to, followed by what could only be the sound of a zipper.
You realised you must be in a gym bag and that you must be attached to someone's exercise clothes. You felt the bag swinging, before being tossed into a car, the vibrations of the car, the bumps and rocking as the car moved; it was much more activity then the darkness and inactivity that had been plaguing you. Eventually, the car stopped, you felt the bag swinging again, it was placed down and you heard the zipper open. You heard all kinds of noises and knew you where in a locker room; You could hear the sound of the lockers, the girls taking, the sounds of showers, even the background music.
Finally, you felt yourself being lifted and you saw light, it was coming from above you, it had been so long you were excited, it was blinding though and you couldn't see anything much. However, when being held you were facing up, but your shape still felt weird; your face was facing up but your body felt like it was facing multiple directions, you were confused and your senses were being overloaded after so much time in darkness and silence.
Your eyes started to adjust just as you felt yourself being lowered, you see a foot rush past one side of your face, followed by a calf that brushed up against another part of your body. Then a foot, followed by a calf zooms past the other side of your face. You stop moving for a moment, it is a weird sensation; you can't feel hands holding you; your face is between a woman's knees facing straight up into a crotch covered by a small black workout thong that disappears between her cheeks; the sides of her knees, between her legs, are also touching your body; you can see toned thighs; you know it must be Maddie or Sophie, assuming a member of the Smalls family is pulling you on.
Then you are pulled up the woman's thighs, you can feel the soft and warm insides of the thighs rubbing against your body. You halt again and notice the hands holding what must be the edges of tan-coloured exercise shorts; but you can't feel the hands, you body doesn't extend to there. The woman readjusts her hands to the the rear and pulls the shorts over her toned rear before making sure they are in place. Your face collides with the woman's thong covered pussy. You realise why you feel like such a weird shape: in the wash you were stuck to only the seat of a pair of workout shorts; your body seems to cover roughly the inner thighs, the pussy, along butt-crack, and the lower cheeks; or rather, between the legs and most of the sitting surface; basically, not the: outer thigh, outer cheek area, most of the front, and the top around the waist.
The sensation was overwhelming, you felt the heat and softness, you could smell the pussy pressed right up against your face, you felt stretching, rubbing, and pressure, but you were in darkness again. You are being worn by...
You continued to try to reform with all your might, trying to pull yourself together from being cloth shaped. However, to your horror, after seemingly having some success at contracting you found you couldn't contract any more! The heat, motion, and pressure of the wash, together with your attempts at reforming had resulted in you being firmly held in place against the fabric. Every struggle and contraction you made, felt like you were being forced into the fabric you were so callously bundled into, leaving you helpless to reform as you were subjected to dizzying remainder of the wash cycle.
Finally, you felt the water draining away, before being subjected to a hell-like spin dry. Your luck must have been truly terrible because the centrifugal force felt like it was ingraining your body into the fabric. Shortly into the spin cycle you couldn't take it any more and lost consciousness.
Meanwhile, Cassie had returned to her mother's study to check on the seat cover, only to find it looked to same: a bit dirty, with a prominent butt-print. Disappointed, Cassie returned to watch TV again while telling herself to wait until evening to check again. On her way she heard the ring from the washing machine and decided she might as well switch it to the dryer. However, being worried that she might have unknowingly sown her own fiance to a chair, which her family then used for a month, had left Cassie rather irritable at the moment; she decided to run a steam-dry to avoid the hassle of ironing afterwards, inadvertently sealing your fate.
You awoke to searing pain, all you could feel was a scalding sensation and, before long, you lost consciousness again.
When the dryer was finished, Kimberly swiftly arrived to empty it; she had been a little concerned when she found out that Cassie was the one to switch the load to the dryer but she had stealthily examined Cassie's expression and found nothing indicating she noticed anything. Kimberly had strongly declined Cassie's offer to help put the laundry away, saying that she should just continue relaxing and watch TV while waiting or to check on that cover in her study again to alleviate her worries.
Kimberly brought the clothes to her room and began folding and separating out her three daughters clothes. Soon though, Kimberly finished and realised that she couldn't find you! Kimberly frowned and went back to check if you were stuck to the sides of the washer or dryer only to find nothing. Kimberly then proceeded to carefully check every piece of clean clothing before refolding it, but couldn't find you.
"Damn, where did that little twerp go; he was a perfect cushion. Now my plan is ruined" Kimberly muttered frustratingly. She was happy she already had the decoy cover prepared so that her daughter wouldn't discover anything. She couldn't understand it though, there was no sign of you, but you must be in the clothes somewhere. When she thought of this, she smirked, it was all her daughters' clothes and this way you were still being kept away from her precious eldest daughter; better a smudge on their clothes than her daughter's fiance.
You awoke, only to hear something that made your blood run cold: "Damn, where did that little twerp go; he was a perfect cushion. Now my plan is ruined" It was Kimberly's voice. You were sure. The entire time you were sown to the chair, your face being used as a seat by the Smalls women, forced to endure the heat, sweat, smell, farts, and the sheer weight of their asses, you had the nagging suspicion that Kimberly knew where you were. Now your suspicions were confirmed, Kimberly knew you were there; you were enraged! This had been one of the worst situations you found yourself in and, from the sounds of it, Kimberly wanted you to be a cushion again!
You finally realised that Kimberly was dangerous, you needed to get away from the Smalls! However, after sensing your current situation, you realised that you were completely stuck. You couldn't even twitch; you could tell you were thoroughly stuck to clothes and that your shape was odd. This felt like something you hadn't experienced before, however it was possible you were stuck to something familiar and folded funny; maybe panties folded small or a shirt or skirt not folded well. You thought being stuck to something familiar was somehow better than something you've never experienced; although with the Smalls it might not make a difference, especially with Kimberly purposefully sabotaging you.
You felt yourself being lifted and placed down, then later being lifted and put down again before you felt clothes being placed on top of you, followed by what you thought had to be the drawer you were in being closed. You noticed that this entire time you were in darkness, so you guessed you were probably stuck inside a piece of clothing. You struggled off and on for sometime to reform, but eventually gave up.
That evening Cassie returned to Kimberly's study and examined the cushion cover once again, under Kimberly's watching eyes. "I could swear I saw it twitch" said Cassie, staring carefully at the fabric. "Honey, look at it; it didn't change at all, it is just a piece of fabric, nothing more" said Kimberly in a caring tone. "It isn't Jake, so can we toss it in the wash now? When it is done you can sew it back on" Kimberly continued, looking at Cassie. Cassie stared at the fabric with a look of indecision before it transformed into a mix of disappointment and relief; disappointment that you were still missing and relief that she hadn't stitched her fiance to a cushion and let her family sit on him for a month. "Okay Mom, you're right, you can wash it and I'll sew it back on when it is clean." replied Cassie. Kimberly gave Cassie a kind smile, followed by a hug, and said "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm sure Jake is fine and will turn up soon".
Time passed and you could feel the drawer you were in being pulled out and pushed in occasionally, while you waited. Sometimes you could hear music or muffled voices through the drawer but you still couldn't tell what clothes you were in, or even whose clothes. You wanted this darkness and isolation to end, you weren't sure how much more you could take before you'd start to lose yourself. Finally, you felt yourself being lifted, you were excited that something was finally happening; you quickly felt yourself being lowered and placed down again, but you immediate noticed the smell of old sweat. Then from the pressure, you knew a couple of other things were placed on top of the clothes you were stuck to, followed by what could only be the sound of a zipper.
You realised you must be in a gym bag and that you must be attached to someone's exercise clothes. You felt the bag swinging, before being tossed into a car, the vibrations of the car, the bumps and rocking as the car moved; it was much more activity then the darkness and inactivity that had been plaguing you. Eventually, the car stopped, you felt the bag swinging again, it was placed down and you heard the zipper open. You heard all kinds of noises and knew you where in a locker room; You could hear the sound of the lockers, the girls taking, the sounds of showers, even the background music.
Finally, you felt yourself being lifted and you saw light, it was coming from above you, it had been so long you were excited, it was blinding though and you couldn't see anything much. However, when being held you were facing up, but your shape still felt weird; your face was facing up but your body felt like it was facing multiple directions, you were confused and your senses were being overloaded after so much time in darkness and silence.
Your eyes started to adjust just as you felt yourself being lowered, you see a foot rush past one side of your face, followed by a calf that brushed up against another part of your body. Then a foot, followed by a calf zooms past the other side of your face. You stop moving for a moment, it is a weird sensation; you can't feel hands holding you; your face is between a woman's knees facing straight up into a crotch covered by a small black workout thong that disappears between her cheeks; the sides of her knees, between her legs, are also touching your body; you can see toned thighs; you know it must be Maddie or Sophie, assuming a member of the Smalls family is pulling you on.
Then you are pulled up the woman's thighs, you can feel the soft and warm insides of the thighs rubbing against your body. You halt again and notice the hands holding what must be the edges of tan-coloured exercise shorts; but you can't feel the hands, you body doesn't extend to there. The woman readjusts her hands to the the rear and pulls the shorts over her toned rear before making sure they are in place. Your face collides with the woman's thong covered pussy. You realise why you feel like such a weird shape: in the wash you were stuck to only the seat of a pair of workout shorts; your body seems to cover roughly the inner thighs, the pussy, along butt-crack, and the lower cheeks; or rather, between the legs and most of the sitting surface; basically, not the: outer thigh, outer cheek area, most of the front, and the top around the waist.
The sensation was overwhelming, you felt the heat and softness, you could smell the pussy pressed right up against your face, you felt stretching, rubbing, and pressure, but you were in darkness again. You are being worn by...
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