Juli
Tiny Life Guard
chapter 12
by
copier
· original author:
edgedweapon1
After a while inside the underwear draw, lying on top of a lacy blue pair of panties, you hear the sound of footsteps outside. The draw slides open and light pours in. You see Juli’s face looking down at you, puzzled.
“Whose are these?” she asks, lifting you out of the drawer. You try desperately to shout and get her attention, but you’re still too crushed to make any noise. “I haven’t seen them before, and they look too small to be Kim’s…” you see out of the corner of your eye that she is still wearing her red lifeguard’s swimsuit. She must have forgotten to get changed out of it before going to the doctor’s. She sniffs, and suddenly holds you at arm’s length, screwing up her nose. “Uh, whoever’s they are they definitely need a wash.” She carries you, still at arm’s length out of her room, into a room with white walls and tiles, and drops you into a top-loader washing machine.
“Well, now’s a good a time as any to do the washing.” she says, and dumps a load of her and Kim’s clothes on top of you. You try to shout up to her, but it’s no good. You are plunged into darkness as a large red t-shirt (probably Kim’s) lands on top of you. A few seconds later you hear the sound of running water and feel it begin to pool around you and soak into the shirt you’re under.
You are not too worried about drowning. Your almost unique physiology meant you didn’t have to breathe much when stretched out, like your body goes into a kind of lock-down while you remain conscious. This is a good thing, because a few seconds later you are swirling around the icy cold water in the dark, bumping into wet clothes. You can’t move or see anything, and your only sensation is the cold water on your stretched skin. This continues for what feels like an eternity before you feel the spinning start to slow down and feel the water start to drain out of the machine. At first you are relieved. Then the spin cycle starts.
It slowly begins spinning again, increasing in speed as the machine begins to growl, louder and louder. You are hurled up against the steel walls of the washing machine with the other clothes. As it spins faster and faster, you are slowly and inexorably flattened into the steel walls of the washing machine. The pain is intense, and you would throw up if your stomach wasn’t already flat as a pancake.
This continues for what feels like another eternity, but you know it is only something like ten or fifteen minutes on most machines, so eventually it begins to slow down. The washing machine shudders to a stop, and the top opens up. You see Juli’s tanned hand reach in, and start pulling clothes out. She pulls you out last, and holds you up. “Huh, they must be bikini bottoms, they don’t feel like they retained a lot of water.” she mumbles, then you hear her say “Hey Kim, are these yours?”
“Don’t be silly Kim. Does it look like they’d fit me?” Your time swirling around the inky darkness of the water gave you time to reform. You had shrank, and looked like a thong now.
“Oh, okay. Guess they must be mine then.” Juli says. You feel her sway as she carries you somewhere. You hear the sound of cloth sliding against flesh. Suddenly, Juli is gripping you by the waistband. You feel her put one slender, toned leg through you, then the other. You look up and see her supple, mocha cheeks and cute, hairless lips. You feel her soft skin sliding past you as she draws you upwards. She pulls you up over her pussy and in between her buttocks. You are lucky enough to be facing the same way as when Kim had you on – your mouth is at the front, so you can taste the flesh of her nethers, and you are eye to eye with her brown eye at the back. “Wow, these sure are comfy.” you hear Juli say, although it is muffled by her bubble butt. You feel her start to walk somewhere, and your upper face is squeezed and smeared between her cheeks.
“Whose are these?” she asks, lifting you out of the drawer. You try desperately to shout and get her attention, but you’re still too crushed to make any noise. “I haven’t seen them before, and they look too small to be Kim’s…” you see out of the corner of your eye that she is still wearing her red lifeguard’s swimsuit. She must have forgotten to get changed out of it before going to the doctor’s. She sniffs, and suddenly holds you at arm’s length, screwing up her nose. “Uh, whoever’s they are they definitely need a wash.” She carries you, still at arm’s length out of her room, into a room with white walls and tiles, and drops you into a top-loader washing machine.
“Well, now’s a good a time as any to do the washing.” she says, and dumps a load of her and Kim’s clothes on top of you. You try to shout up to her, but it’s no good. You are plunged into darkness as a large red t-shirt (probably Kim’s) lands on top of you. A few seconds later you hear the sound of running water and feel it begin to pool around you and soak into the shirt you’re under.
You are not too worried about drowning. Your almost unique physiology meant you didn’t have to breathe much when stretched out, like your body goes into a kind of lock-down while you remain conscious. This is a good thing, because a few seconds later you are swirling around the icy cold water in the dark, bumping into wet clothes. You can’t move or see anything, and your only sensation is the cold water on your stretched skin. This continues for what feels like an eternity before you feel the spinning start to slow down and feel the water start to drain out of the machine. At first you are relieved. Then the spin cycle starts.
It slowly begins spinning again, increasing in speed as the machine begins to growl, louder and louder. You are hurled up against the steel walls of the washing machine with the other clothes. As it spins faster and faster, you are slowly and inexorably flattened into the steel walls of the washing machine. The pain is intense, and you would throw up if your stomach wasn’t already flat as a pancake.
This continues for what feels like another eternity, but you know it is only something like ten or fifteen minutes on most machines, so eventually it begins to slow down. The washing machine shudders to a stop, and the top opens up. You see Juli’s tanned hand reach in, and start pulling clothes out. She pulls you out last, and holds you up. “Huh, they must be bikini bottoms, they don’t feel like they retained a lot of water.” she mumbles, then you hear her say “Hey Kim, are these yours?”
“Don’t be silly Kim. Does it look like they’d fit me?” Your time swirling around the inky darkness of the water gave you time to reform. You had shrank, and looked like a thong now.
“Oh, okay. Guess they must be mine then.” Juli says. You feel her sway as she carries you somewhere. You hear the sound of cloth sliding against flesh. Suddenly, Juli is gripping you by the waistband. You feel her put one slender, toned leg through you, then the other. You look up and see her supple, mocha cheeks and cute, hairless lips. You feel her soft skin sliding past you as she draws you upwards. She pulls you up over her pussy and in between her buttocks. You are lucky enough to be facing the same way as when Kim had you on – your mouth is at the front, so you can taste the flesh of her nethers, and you are eye to eye with her brown eye at the back. “Wow, these sure are comfy.” you hear Juli say, although it is muffled by her bubble butt. You feel her start to walk somewhere, and your upper face is squeezed and smeared between her cheeks.
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May 30, 2025
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