“What the hell!” You cried, you voice oddly muffled due to half of your face being squashed. Before you could fully process what was going on, you heard footsteps out in the hallway, and a door being opened. You realized with fear that it was your mother going around the house collecting the dirty laundry. She was surely going to stop by your mom next!
You were freaking out, and weren’t able to think clearly at all. In a hasty panic, you decided that there was no way you were going to let your mother find you in this terrible, gummy state. You began squashing yourself, folding up different parts of your body. Finally, you were nothing but a blob of gummy, though to your surprise, you found you could move slightly if you put all of your energy into it.
You were lying on your bed, so you wiggled your way to the edge, and plummeted to the carpeted floor. Your plan was to then roll under the bed and hide their until the coast was clear, but then you realized the horrible flaw in your plan. The previous night, you had stripped your clothes off and tossed them in a pile on the floor. Now, your squishy body had landed right on top of that pile.
At that exact moment, your bedroom door swung open, and your mom walked inside. She was carrying a large basket filled to the brim with dirty clothes. She headed over to your hamper, and poured the contents into her basket. Right as she was about to leave, she spotted the pile of clothes by your bed, the same pile you were currently in.
“Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.” Ellis sighed. “How many times have I told you not to leave dirty clothe strewn about?” Your mom stomped over to you, and you could do nothing but stare up at her in fear. You were paralyzed, in awe and in fear at the sheer monumental size of your mother. You couldn’t even see her face, as her large breasts jutted out from her body like a shelf.
Your mother didn’t notice the odd weird lump at the top of the pile, and merely scooped you up into her arms. This position brought you back to reality, and you shuffled and squirmed for all it was worth, but it was too late. Your mom dumped you into the hamper, and you fell in first, with the rest of your clothes burying you underneath. Your mom then lifted up the basket and carried it out of the room.
The basket was full, and so Ellis strolled down to the basement, where she already had the washing machine prepped and ready. She tilted the basket, causing you and a mountain of clothes to fall into the dark and metallic basin of the washing machine. Your mother hummed a little tune, blissfully unaware of the fate she was about to subject her daughter to.
A deep sense of dread filled you as you heard a few clinks and beeps, and then freezing cold water began to pour out into the basin. The water flooded the basin quickly, and soon you were soaking wet. As the machine began to spin, you were tossed head over heels, quickly loosing sense of direction and position inside of the giant, pitch black washing machine.
Wet articles of clothing slapped left and right, sending your tiny, squishy body ricocheting into every corner of the basin. Finally, your body collided with the inside cup of a bra, and you felt your now gummy flesh adhere to the fabric of the bra. This effect only intensified with the water pressure pounding against you, until finally your body flattened out, and you stuck to the bra like a sticker.
The wash cycle came to an end, but your pain and suffering did not. All of the clothes were retrieved from the washing machine, and deposited into the dryer. The spinning and whirling began once again, only this time intense heat baked your body to a crisp. To your horror, your skin began to crawl, and then melt into goop. It felt like every inch of your body was being sucked away, and you lost feeling in your arms and legs.
As you were melting down, the spinning of the dryer kept constant pressure on your body, forcing you into the cup of the bra. As such, your liquid body was being sucked up into the fabric of the bra at the same pace that you were melting. By the time the dryer stopped, you had been absorbed into the very fabric of the bra, essentially becoming a part of it. It would take a long time to reform at this point.
Of course, you didn’t even know what reforming meant. You didn’t even know what had happened to your body, or how things had spiraled so quickly out of control. Part of you wished that this was all just a bad dream, but deep down you knew this was real life. Somehow, you had become squishy, and in less than an hour, you had been absorbed into the left cup of a random bra. To make matters worse, the bra was tan, and so you blended in almost perfectly. Only a small outline of your face could be seen.
The bra was pulled out of the washing machine, and you caught a quick glimpse of your mom before she folded the two cups together, casting you into darkness. You were dropped into a basket filled with many other articles of clothing. It was at this moment you realized you had no idea whose clothes basket you were in. The owner of the basket could make all the difference in determining your future, so whose basket is it?
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