This choice: tossed the panties you were on in the landry • Go Back...Chapter #5tossed the panties you were on in the landry by: Kentwolf   you were carried along as her ass jiggled along with each step, bouncing you as your face was pressed into the fibres of her red panties, you struggled and tugged as your body slowly began its process of reforming. the jiggling steps were helping your body push its way out from between the threads when suddenly your stomach lurched. your mother tugged her panties down her legs sending you plummeting down with them landing with a soft thud as she kicked them off with a foot. your freshly reformed body squirmed and pushed your head out of one of the openings looking up...just in time for her to drop a bra ontop of you. it knocked you onto your back and back down onto the panties. you felt more things thudding down ontop of you and realised with a groan that your mother was pulling dirty clothes out of the hamper. you began struggling to escape the growing pile of stinky sweat soaked clothing.
you felt your mothers hands grip the pile as your stomach lurched again from the sudden elevation as the pile was lifted, you were pinned between bras, panties, a pair of Christines gym socks and the silky texture of a swimming costume one piece. you tried calling out to your mom but the tight packing of the clothes pressed around you muffled out any hope of being heard. you had no room to struggle, no way of calling out for help. within minutes you found your pile thrown into the washing machine and heard the click of the door being shut. finally, you wriggled free of the pile, stumbling over the mountain of clothes to the glass door and began banging franticly on the glass "MOM. MOM WAIT IM IN HERE. HEEEEELLLP!" you cried out desperatly as you stared at your mothers legs, you heard her clicking the dials to set the washing load, she didnt show any sign of having heard your frantic banging on the glass.
water began gurgling and gushing in from the holes in the machine. you glanced back seeing the clothes rapidly getting waterlogged, the water rising up past your knees already. you returned to your banging as you watched Carrie walking out of the laundry room and close the door. you banged your head against the glass annoyed. no way anyone could hear you over the sound of the machine while it was on. the water reached your chest when suddenly the world turned. the spin cycle began to turn, throwing tidal waves of water and clothes over you, knocking you down to the bottom of the machine, you got hit by a huge mound of sopping wet clothes that quickly swallowed you up amongst them, trapping you within their writhing mass. faster and faster it span, slapping and slamming you against the side and sucking you back in the clothing time and time again. you could taste the detergant, it stung your eyes. with each slap against the metal your poor body flattened out more. you felt clothing threads pinching at you as they seemed to desperatly grab at you.
you almost ended up a logo on the swimming costume, crushed into the cup of a bra, engrained into the fibres of a sock, but where you ended up was slammed face first into a pair of pale pink panties. your face being pushed by such force that it was visible clearly on the outside, the rest of your body slammed flat against the inside but was barely visible on the outside. that is where you stuck. finally, the washing cycle ended. Carries hands opened the door and reached in, you could see from your position ontop of the pile, staring out of the panties, unable to speak, blinking franticly trying to get her to notice the movement but you ended up in the bottom of the basket. the entire weight of the rest of the clothing pressing down ontop of your panty prison, ensuring you stayed flat and even crushed you slightly more against the fibres.
there you stayed for the better part of half an hour as Carrie set up another wash load before carrying the basket out to the garden and began hanging up the clothing humming to herself. eventually she picked up your panty prison, but didnt look at them as she pegged them up on the line,
you spent the rest of the day baking in the sunshine, the panties dried around you, tightening their grip on your helpless flat little body, your face looking like a cute logo dead centre of the crotch area. thankfully on the outside. eventually, after a day of boredom and useless struggles, Carrie came back and took you down from the line, carrying in the dry washing to be ironed. you stared as she ironed the clothes item by item and a panic though entered your head. if your mom ironed you into the panties, there was no way you would be reforming to freedom without someones help, and if these were christines panties like you assumed, you wouldnt be garenteed help when discovered. she picks up your panties and smooths them out on the ironing board, grabbing the steaming hot iron and glances down for a split second as she lowers the iron over you...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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