This choice: It's Stacy, collecting the dirty clothes lying around Ana's room. • Go Back...Chapter #7It's Stacy, collecting the dirty clothes ly... by: Derpus   chapter originally by Kentwolf
You saw the towering figure of Stacy, Ana's mom bent over, picking up Ana's many discarded clothing from the floor, a basket of laundry under one arm. By the sunshine beaming through the window, as well as the lack of Ana, it seemed she had forgotten you were here and gone to school while you slept. Yawning you smiled up at Stacy "mmm Good morning" You said before noticing the headphones in her ears. "Oh you can't hear me. heh well..." Whatever you intended to say next was cut off as Stacy huffed and dropped the full basket down right ontop of the leggings that contained you. "I swear that girl needs to remember what a hamper is...oh" She saw the leggings sticking out from under the basket and lifted it slightly, pulling them out and tossing them in the basket.
Your flat body flopped with them, your head sticking out but the rest of you hidden. You hoped she would spot you but a second later she dropped one of Ana's skirts right ontop of your face and hid you from view. You whimpered, trying to reform quickly before you ended up taking a spin in their washing machine but after Ana's room she moved onto Kat's room and began piling the dirty sports wear ontop, adding extra weight and pinning you further under it all.
By the time Stacy had checked the household for loose clothing, you were firmly wedged in the middle of the dirty laundry. Stacy casually walked down to the basement and opened the lid to her washing machine, tipping the whole lot in. She failed to notice you as you tumbled and twirled with the clothing down into the metal bowl of the machine before pouring detergent on you and slamming the lid shut with a click.
With a bit of wriggling, you managed to peel your flat form off of the leggings, which at least lowere the odds of you fusing to them during the wash, but that was as good as you could home for, trapped in with the household of washing. Water flooded into the machine, soaking the pile and making it very heady as your world began to spin. A tidal wave of garments crashed down on your still flattened body and you were soon swept up in the mass of clothing. You felt your head being stretched out as it caught on pieces of clothing, parts of you folding or flipping or being squished.
Eventually the inevitable happened, you felt something slap hard against your back and stay there, you smashed into the metal of the machine, ironing you to the garment before it was swept back up in the clothing pile. You didn't know what it was, but you hoped you were visible on it. Eventually the dryer cycle began and you felt the heat bake you onto the fabric, it pinched tightly all around you as it dried off, your gummy body practically melting and being absorbed into the fibres.
Dizzy, with a foul taste of soap in your non existant mouth you were so glad when it was over, Stacy's hands reaching in and pulling all the clothing out, piece by piece. She picked you up, but you didn't feel it as you were held up by straps that weren't part of you. You saw her look right at you and giggle "oh thats a cute pattern" She said cheerfully before folding you in half. Clearly she had seen you but hadn't recognised your current appearance.
After she deposited you into Ana's underwear drawer amongst her bras, you realised why. Ana had a mirror on the wall above her drawers, you had caught a glimpse at yourself in the mirror. Somehow you had managed to fuse to a tan bra, with only your eyes showing, making your stretched out eyes look like a cartoonish design on each cup. You prayed that Ana would realise it was you when she took this bra out to wear.
Knowing you could do nothing but wait, you dozed in the darkness of her drawer, it wouldn't be open until the next day when Ana needed clean clothes anyway so there was no point in trying to squirm, not that you could anyway. Finally after what felt like an eternity of boredom, light shone down on you as the drawer was opened. Ana grabbed the bra you were a part of and lifted it up. She blinked when she saw the eyes spread across the outside of her bra, which would make it look like her breasts were staring at people. You watched as she opened her mouth and said...
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