“I can help you clean up too!” Mckayla beamed, a radiant smile spreading across her face. Immediately, your conscience screamed at you to tell her no. Things were only going to go terribly wrong for you if she pitched in. However, her face was so alluring, and her cheerful smile was so infectious. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded.
“Sure thing honey.” You said softly, already regretting uttering those words.
“Yay!” Mckayla exclaimed, as excited as a little school girl. She bent down and gave you a big kiss, her plush lips leaving a mark on your forehead, and a few drops of saliva ran down your nose. While you took a second to wipe your face, Mckayla put her headphones back in, and strolled to the corner of the room. You whirled to face her, feeling a tinge of fear.
“Mckayla darling. Are the headphones necessary?” You inquired, but your question fell on deaf ears. Mckayla’s music was blaringly loud, and there was no way she was ever going to hear you with them in. With a deep sigh, you began collecting discarded articles of clothing, and trying your hardest to stay as far away from your giantess wife as you could.
The job proceeded relatively smoothly, despite your fears, but the peace did not last. You came to a sock that had been so sweaty and crusty that it was stuck to the floor. You dropped to your hands and knees, and gripped the fabric of the sock as tightly as your tiny arms could manage. Your squishy status made you weaker than a normal human being to being with, and your minute size certainly didn’t help either.
Finally, you were beginning to make a bit of progress, and the disgusting sock slowly peeled away from the floor bit by bit. A triumphant smile spread across your face, but then a suspicious shadow washed over you and the sock. Glancing up in fear, you saw the towering form of Mckayla, standing right beside you. She had worked her way around the room and back to you, and you had been too distracted to notice.
“Mckay…” Was all you got out before Mckayla, oblivious to your presence, took another step back. Her foot slammed down onto your face, squashing it flat. Your unknowingly wife didn’t notice, though she did step off of you a moment later. Taking advantage of this time, you crawled away as fast as you could, which wasn’t easy with half a smushed body.
You crawled up onto the damp yoga mat from earlier, deciding it was a safe enough distance away from Mckayla. As you were beginning to reform again, you took note of your wife, who was grabbing a few things from a shelf. You couldn’t quite see what they were, but they almost looked like…
“Might as well clean all of these.” Mckayla said aloud, interrupting your thoughts. You realized she was holding a stack of three extra yoga mats, but you didn’t react fast enough. Your wife tossed the yoga mats towards you, clearly intending to stack them on top of the mat you were currently resting on. You screamed, but Mckayla was still blasting music, and she also wasn’t turned to watch the tragedy she was about to commit.
The heavy stack of yoga mats landed perfectly on the yoga mat already in place, and you didn’t stand a chance. You were crushed as flat as paper under their weight, your squishy body reduced to nothing in less than a second. Everything became dark, and the pressure was more than enough to keep you in place. You couldn’t move, reform, talk, or escape until the mats on top of you were moved.
It took Mckayla another thirty minutes to finish cleaning her exercise room, and by the time she finished, she had forgotten that she had even been working with you in the first place. She grabbed the yoga mats and the dirty clothes, carried them downstairs, and tossed them into the washing machine. You hoped she would see you before doing this, but you once more avoided her detection.
The wash cycle was brutal, and it still caused you endless pain and torment no matter how many times you were forced to endure it. The freezing water chilled you to the core, the constant spinning caused you to pass out after only ten minutes, and other articles of clothing constantly smacked into your body, which now resembled a tiny man logo on the yoga mat.
The dryer was no more merciful than the washer had been, and in fact, it was even worse. The high temperature partially melted your squishy body, and your liquid state was eagerly absorbed by the fabric of the yoga mat. By the time the dryer had finished, you were had been mostly absorbed into the yoga mat, which meant the only way you were getting free would be by outside help, or an extended period of time without anything crushing you, which seemed unlikely.
The dryer was opened, and your beautiful wife was there to greet you. She took every item out in turn, eventually coming to you. Her gaze rested on you for a moment, and a confused look appeared on her face. You tried wiggling and squirming, but could do nothing but stay still like a normal logo would. Mckayla rubbed her hand across the mat, yet felt only fabric as you had been absorbed into the mat. Your clothes had also torn off during the wash, making you appear naked, and blend in slightly. All of the signs were against you, but you still had hope.
Mckayla eventually opens her mouth to speak, but what does she say?
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