In With the Delicates
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 13
by
Bobob1
With one last reassurance from Kim, Mary exited her youngest daughter’s room and headed for her own, finally unclenching her hand and cradling her tiny son more gently as she looked down at him with a sad smile. “What am I going to do with you Ben? It seems like you can’t go a day anymore without ending up stuck to some girl or other.” She sighed, knowing it wasn’t truly your fault but still feeling like there had to be something you could do to avoid all of this.
Even if you were able to talk right now you don’t know what you would say to that. You certainly weren’t trying to get crushed all the time, and you would welcome any suggestion for making it a less frequent affair. But right now you just needed to get better, and you were worried that it was taking far too long to reform. Your partially healed eyes stared up past the shelf of your mother’s chest to look her in the eyes, trying to communicate without words your desperate need for help.
If Mary noticed your eyes starting at her she didn’t comment on them, and it was doubtful she could see them through the obscuring gunk that still covered your body. She did bring you closer to her face as she stepped into her bedroom, but recoiled quickly at the horrendous smell of Kim’s feet that wafted from your body in thick waves and diverted her course to her ensuite bathroom.
Reasoning that there was no way you could hope to reform with all that junk covering your body, Mary stepped up to the sink and turned the tap on hard, giving it some time to warm up before plunging you under the stream. While warm to her the water was practically scolding to you as it poured over you with crushing force, plunging your senses back into disarray as it roared in your ears. It was so bad that you didn’t even notice your mother’s hand turning to the side, or the approach of her other, until you were suddenly and painfully squished flat between both hands.
Oblivious to the brutality of her actions, Mary was simply attempting to clean you off in the most efficient means possible, catching your squishy body between her palms and rubbing them back and forth furiously as if cleaning off a small cloth or rag. Pulling you out briefly she gave you a quick sniff, only to plunge you back in again when it wasn’t to her satisfaction. Adding some hand soap to the mix, she crushed you once again, this time scrubbing you for a good few minutes before stopping.
By the time your mother had finished you were at least clear of the gunk that had previously encased your body, but that was little comfort as you were dropped in the folds of a hand towel and squished once again as you were furiously rubbed dry. For her part, Mary became temporarily caught up in thoughts of what to do with you next, and rubbed you for a good deal longer than necessary before finally dropping you down onto the bathroom’s countertop.
“There you go, nice and clean.” She sounded more like she was talking to an object than her own son, but it was somewhat difficult to emphasise properly with an amorphous tan blob. Nevertheless she carried you carefully back out into her room proper, stepping over to her dresser and pulling out the top draw, revealing a draw full of bras, panties and other such delicates. Mary knew you needed a chance to reform, and she figured you would be safest here where no-one else would think to check.
If you were capable of responding at this point you would have objected to your mother’s choice. Nothing good ever came of leaving you in an enclosed out-of-sight place. On more occasions than you cared to count you had been forgotten in such places, and you were particularly concerned with being left in a place like this. Yet there was nothing you could do as your mother set you gently on top of the closest bra, shooting you one more quick smile before closing the drawer.
Unfortunately, when Mary closed the drawer she used more than force than she had intended, and the momentum was enough to dislodge you from your position and send you sliding down among the delicates. As the booming steps of your mother faded away you found yourself trapped deep within the constricting mass of your mother’s underwear, pressed between layers of cloth that you’d rather not think too deeply about. Nevertheless you could feel that your body was slowly starting to reform, and you were once again starting to feel the distinction between your torso and limbs.
You remained trapped in this place for at least a couple of hours as you waited for your mother to return. By now your body had mostly pulled itself back together but you were still too paralysed to really move, slowly trying to rotate your limbs as you willed your body back into motion. Knowing what fate might befall you if you didn’t, you were keen to be mobile again before Mary, or anyone else, returned to claim you, less some other misfortune befall you while you were defenceless.
Sadly, your struggles were in vain as the drawer slid open whether you wanted it to or not and the shadow of your mother cut off what little light was spilling through the fabric above you. Mary’s hand descended into the mass of clothing, but showed little interest in finding you as it snatched up the cloth that surrounded you and brought you into the light. What you saw there filled you with dread, as the completely naked form of your mother looked over you without recognition.
Mary had indeed forgotten your predicament, and after having spent a couple of hours watching her favourite shows was finally ready to get changed for the rest of the day. Paying no heed to your presence she stripped down and grabbed one of her favourite bra and thong combos.
Even if you were able to talk right now you don’t know what you would say to that. You certainly weren’t trying to get crushed all the time, and you would welcome any suggestion for making it a less frequent affair. But right now you just needed to get better, and you were worried that it was taking far too long to reform. Your partially healed eyes stared up past the shelf of your mother’s chest to look her in the eyes, trying to communicate without words your desperate need for help.
If Mary noticed your eyes starting at her she didn’t comment on them, and it was doubtful she could see them through the obscuring gunk that still covered your body. She did bring you closer to her face as she stepped into her bedroom, but recoiled quickly at the horrendous smell of Kim’s feet that wafted from your body in thick waves and diverted her course to her ensuite bathroom.
Reasoning that there was no way you could hope to reform with all that junk covering your body, Mary stepped up to the sink and turned the tap on hard, giving it some time to warm up before plunging you under the stream. While warm to her the water was practically scolding to you as it poured over you with crushing force, plunging your senses back into disarray as it roared in your ears. It was so bad that you didn’t even notice your mother’s hand turning to the side, or the approach of her other, until you were suddenly and painfully squished flat between both hands.
Oblivious to the brutality of her actions, Mary was simply attempting to clean you off in the most efficient means possible, catching your squishy body between her palms and rubbing them back and forth furiously as if cleaning off a small cloth or rag. Pulling you out briefly she gave you a quick sniff, only to plunge you back in again when it wasn’t to her satisfaction. Adding some hand soap to the mix, she crushed you once again, this time scrubbing you for a good few minutes before stopping.
By the time your mother had finished you were at least clear of the gunk that had previously encased your body, but that was little comfort as you were dropped in the folds of a hand towel and squished once again as you were furiously rubbed dry. For her part, Mary became temporarily caught up in thoughts of what to do with you next, and rubbed you for a good deal longer than necessary before finally dropping you down onto the bathroom’s countertop.
“There you go, nice and clean.” She sounded more like she was talking to an object than her own son, but it was somewhat difficult to emphasise properly with an amorphous tan blob. Nevertheless she carried you carefully back out into her room proper, stepping over to her dresser and pulling out the top draw, revealing a draw full of bras, panties and other such delicates. Mary knew you needed a chance to reform, and she figured you would be safest here where no-one else would think to check.
If you were capable of responding at this point you would have objected to your mother’s choice. Nothing good ever came of leaving you in an enclosed out-of-sight place. On more occasions than you cared to count you had been forgotten in such places, and you were particularly concerned with being left in a place like this. Yet there was nothing you could do as your mother set you gently on top of the closest bra, shooting you one more quick smile before closing the drawer.
Unfortunately, when Mary closed the drawer she used more than force than she had intended, and the momentum was enough to dislodge you from your position and send you sliding down among the delicates. As the booming steps of your mother faded away you found yourself trapped deep within the constricting mass of your mother’s underwear, pressed between layers of cloth that you’d rather not think too deeply about. Nevertheless you could feel that your body was slowly starting to reform, and you were once again starting to feel the distinction between your torso and limbs.
You remained trapped in this place for at least a couple of hours as you waited for your mother to return. By now your body had mostly pulled itself back together but you were still too paralysed to really move, slowly trying to rotate your limbs as you willed your body back into motion. Knowing what fate might befall you if you didn’t, you were keen to be mobile again before Mary, or anyone else, returned to claim you, less some other misfortune befall you while you were defenceless.
Sadly, your struggles were in vain as the drawer slid open whether you wanted it to or not and the shadow of your mother cut off what little light was spilling through the fabric above you. Mary’s hand descended into the mass of clothing, but showed little interest in finding you as it snatched up the cloth that surrounded you and brought you into the light. What you saw there filled you with dread, as the completely naked form of your mother looked over you without recognition.
Mary had indeed forgotten your predicament, and after having spent a couple of hours watching her favourite shows was finally ready to get changed for the rest of the day. Paying no heed to your presence she stripped down and grabbed one of her favourite bra and thong combos.
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April 23, 2025
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