Maid to Order (Part Two)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Looking back at you was not the typical tan, white, or blue sheets and blankets Atlantica Resort was known for, but instead a deep crimson bedsheet. And, right in the upper middle of the bedsheet was your human-shaped body, crushed flat in a spread-eagle position. Or at least, what tiny percent of you could be seen. Because, for some reason that both eluded you and horrified you to your core, you too had been dyed a deep crimson color, and blended in seamlessly with the fabric of the bedsheet.
You hadn’t pieced it together, but the red detergent Amber had bumbled her way into letting drip into the wash had soaked into the fabric of the bedsheet and dyed it crimson, but it had also stained your own skin that crimson color to. In fact, that brand of detergent was so infamous for dying fabric and flesh that most people bought it solely for that purpose. A big warning label on the bottle explained that the only way to get the stain out of fabric or skin was via a separate cleansing chemical, a bottle of which sat on a nearby shelf behind Amber.
As she finished folding the bedsheet, Amber did indeed glance down and make eye contact with you, but only for a sparse second, and then she smiled happily and placed the sheet onto her cart, with you pressing downwards. Though you were technically visible, a cursory glance at the bedsheet would trick someone into thinking it was purely a uniform crimson red color. One would have to look close to spot your faint outline, especially as you only took up the space of one foot near the middle of the otherwise huge bedsheet.
You began to internally break down, your mind scrambling to think how you could get out of this. Because of the red detergent dying your skin and the bedsheet, you were nearly invisible to all but someone looking closely. Even then, you looked more like a weird design than a crushed human, especially with how fused to the fabric of the sheet you were. You bet that you even felt as smooth and soft as the rest of the sheet after how thoroughly you’d been cleaned and dried.
Ready to leave, Amber took a step towards her cart, only to step on a small wet patch on the floor. Her arms sprawled out and she let out a cute squeal as she slipped backwards. Her sizable booty smacked into the shelf behind her, and the small bottle of cleansing chemical clattered to the ground and smashed into tiny pieces. The chemical spilled out onto the floor and into a nearby drain meant for catching water, disappearing from sight.
Blushing, Amber sighed. “Oops. Hope that wasn’t important.” She bit her lip nervously. Bending down, she took note of the name of the chemical, and made a mental reminder to ask the resort staff to order more.
Having rectified her mistake (from her perspective, at least), Amber strolled from the laundry room with her cart, and pushed her way down the hall. Stopping every few doors, Amber grabbed some blankets and bedsheets from her cart, headed into the room, and fixed up the beds. Then, she’d return to her cart and continue on her way.
It took well over an hour, but finally Amber was at her last room before clocking out for the day. The bedsheet you were engrained to, along with a few other blankets, were all that remained. Grabbing everything up into her arms, Amber shuffled into the last suite, and walked into the first bedroom she saw.
The bedsheet you’d been practically fused to was spread out across the queen-sized bed, the corners tucked under the mattress. Amber pulled the bedsheet firmly until it was nicely taut. Your body was still in the middle, closer to the pillows then the end of the bed. Glumly, you realized that this meant that you’d been directly underneath the butt of whoever’s bed you’d just been strapped down to.
That thought gave you pause, and renewed your fears and futile struggles. You hadn’t even considered Amber taking you to a room that wasn’t the Smalls suite. What if you were in some complete stranger’s room? Chances were that they wouldn’t recognize you, and even if they did, they’d have no reason to think you weren’t just an odd decoration. Also, Cassie would have no idea where to even begin looking for you!
You begged and pleaded mentally with Amber for her to notice you, but to no avail. The maid was hyper-focused on her task at hand, and soon she was spreading out a blanket. The blanket fell on top of you, and as Amber drew it up around the pillows, it constricted it bit, holding you down forcefully as well as totally hiding you. Once more, your hopes crashed down around you, and you barely noticed Amber placing out the comforter at the foot of the bed, and giving everything a nice brushing for good measure.
All sounds were muffled to the point of near silence, so you barely took note of Amber leaving the room, readying the other beds in the suite, and then leaving to clock out and enjoy a complimentary soak in the hot tubs. You couldn’t move or even dream of reforming while still held down tight by the blanket above you, let alone how thoroughly you’d been dried to the bedsheet. All you could do was wile away the hours in boredom, and try not to think about how terrible your situation was.
Hours later, you heard the first muffled sound since Amber had left. It was the sound of laughing, and definitely feminine. You dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, it was Cassie coming to rescue you. More voices soon joined in alongside the first, a chorus of female voices. Some higher pitched and some a bit lower. All of the voices sounded happy and energetic, laughter punctuating inaudible conversations.
It was another hour still until you heard the dulled click of the bedroom door opening and then closing. You’d picked up on noises of a shower and toilet, and now could clearly hear someone in the room with you, rummaging around in a few drawers. At long last, the blanket above you was pulled back, revealing the outside world to you. The bright light of the bedside lamp briefly blinded you, and all you could make out was a curvy silhouette towering above you.
Unable to blink in your flattened state, you had to wait a few seconds for your vision to clear. Meanwhile, the figure above you shifted and moved a bit, though you could hardly see. The blurriness fading, you finally see…
You hadn’t pieced it together, but the red detergent Amber had bumbled her way into letting drip into the wash had soaked into the fabric of the bedsheet and dyed it crimson, but it had also stained your own skin that crimson color to. In fact, that brand of detergent was so infamous for dying fabric and flesh that most people bought it solely for that purpose. A big warning label on the bottle explained that the only way to get the stain out of fabric or skin was via a separate cleansing chemical, a bottle of which sat on a nearby shelf behind Amber.
As she finished folding the bedsheet, Amber did indeed glance down and make eye contact with you, but only for a sparse second, and then she smiled happily and placed the sheet onto her cart, with you pressing downwards. Though you were technically visible, a cursory glance at the bedsheet would trick someone into thinking it was purely a uniform crimson red color. One would have to look close to spot your faint outline, especially as you only took up the space of one foot near the middle of the otherwise huge bedsheet.
You began to internally break down, your mind scrambling to think how you could get out of this. Because of the red detergent dying your skin and the bedsheet, you were nearly invisible to all but someone looking closely. Even then, you looked more like a weird design than a crushed human, especially with how fused to the fabric of the sheet you were. You bet that you even felt as smooth and soft as the rest of the sheet after how thoroughly you’d been cleaned and dried.
Ready to leave, Amber took a step towards her cart, only to step on a small wet patch on the floor. Her arms sprawled out and she let out a cute squeal as she slipped backwards. Her sizable booty smacked into the shelf behind her, and the small bottle of cleansing chemical clattered to the ground and smashed into tiny pieces. The chemical spilled out onto the floor and into a nearby drain meant for catching water, disappearing from sight.
Blushing, Amber sighed. “Oops. Hope that wasn’t important.” She bit her lip nervously. Bending down, she took note of the name of the chemical, and made a mental reminder to ask the resort staff to order more.
Having rectified her mistake (from her perspective, at least), Amber strolled from the laundry room with her cart, and pushed her way down the hall. Stopping every few doors, Amber grabbed some blankets and bedsheets from her cart, headed into the room, and fixed up the beds. Then, she’d return to her cart and continue on her way.
It took well over an hour, but finally Amber was at her last room before clocking out for the day. The bedsheet you were engrained to, along with a few other blankets, were all that remained. Grabbing everything up into her arms, Amber shuffled into the last suite, and walked into the first bedroom she saw.
The bedsheet you’d been practically fused to was spread out across the queen-sized bed, the corners tucked under the mattress. Amber pulled the bedsheet firmly until it was nicely taut. Your body was still in the middle, closer to the pillows then the end of the bed. Glumly, you realized that this meant that you’d been directly underneath the butt of whoever’s bed you’d just been strapped down to.
That thought gave you pause, and renewed your fears and futile struggles. You hadn’t even considered Amber taking you to a room that wasn’t the Smalls suite. What if you were in some complete stranger’s room? Chances were that they wouldn’t recognize you, and even if they did, they’d have no reason to think you weren’t just an odd decoration. Also, Cassie would have no idea where to even begin looking for you!
You begged and pleaded mentally with Amber for her to notice you, but to no avail. The maid was hyper-focused on her task at hand, and soon she was spreading out a blanket. The blanket fell on top of you, and as Amber drew it up around the pillows, it constricted it bit, holding you down forcefully as well as totally hiding you. Once more, your hopes crashed down around you, and you barely noticed Amber placing out the comforter at the foot of the bed, and giving everything a nice brushing for good measure.
All sounds were muffled to the point of near silence, so you barely took note of Amber leaving the room, readying the other beds in the suite, and then leaving to clock out and enjoy a complimentary soak in the hot tubs. You couldn’t move or even dream of reforming while still held down tight by the blanket above you, let alone how thoroughly you’d been dried to the bedsheet. All you could do was wile away the hours in boredom, and try not to think about how terrible your situation was.
Hours later, you heard the first muffled sound since Amber had left. It was the sound of laughing, and definitely feminine. You dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, it was Cassie coming to rescue you. More voices soon joined in alongside the first, a chorus of female voices. Some higher pitched and some a bit lower. All of the voices sounded happy and energetic, laughter punctuating inaudible conversations.
It was another hour still until you heard the dulled click of the bedroom door opening and then closing. You’d picked up on noises of a shower and toilet, and now could clearly hear someone in the room with you, rummaging around in a few drawers. At long last, the blanket above you was pulled back, revealing the outside world to you. The bright light of the bedside lamp briefly blinded you, and all you could make out was a curvy silhouette towering above you.
Unable to blink in your flattened state, you had to wait a few seconds for your vision to clear. Meanwhile, the figure above you shifted and moved a bit, though you could hardly see. The blurriness fading, you finally see…
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March 28, 2025
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