Chapter #4Kitchen Cleaner Matt by: matthias   (Chapter originally written by Hectic)
"Well... I had planned to start first with the kitchen because it definitely needs the most attention." Lauren said and you breathed a sigh of relief. With your typical luck you figured that she was going to say either the bathroom or the laundry room, and you shuddered as your mind briefly wandered to the countless horrible experiences that you have had in those two rooms. But thankfully you could avoid the fates associated with those areas of the house for at least a little while.
“Sure thing, mom. I bet that the two of us together could knock that chore off the list lickety split. But I’m holding you to that ice cream promise! Ya better not forget!” You responded happily. Part of you still wasn’t quite sure how someone of your size would be of any use for cleaning a regular sized kitchen. But maybe Lauren simply wanted to spend some quality time with you while she did most of the heavy lifting.
“Great! Let’s get cracking then!” Your mom retorted before walking a few short steps towards the kitchen countertop. She rather roughly grabbed you off of her shoulder and deposited you on the granite countertop in front of her before squatting down and reaching into the cabinets below for cleaning supplies. You looked down at the top of her head for a moment as she rummaged through the cabinet and laughed to yourself, realizing that looking down at your mother from above was something you had practically never done before.
“Hmm… okay got the spray…” she said to herself, “but where did the darn washrag go?” You felt items in the cabinet beneath you get tossed to and fro as her searching grew more impatient.
“Hey, mom, if there’s something you can’t find down there then I can definitely help out! That’s probably one of the things I’m the best at actually!” You said truthfully. Finding lost items was one of the very few things that you actually were better at than normal-sized women and you actually enjoyed feeling helpful whenever you could.
“Oh really? That would be so awesome, Matt” Lauren said with her head still deep in the cabinetry below. However, as she spoke, you saw her left hand approach you swiftly and blindly, and in it she held a rather large bottle of lemon-scented all-purpose cleaner. Without a second to react, she absolutely slammed the bottom of the bottle down onto your body, flattening you completely underneath the force of the oblivious motion. Lauren then took one last look to find the rag she was looking for, before sighing and then standing up.
“Okay sweetie… wait, where’d you go?” Lauren said, confused at the fact that she only saw the cleaning solution on the counter. She scanned the area for a moment to see if you had gone elsewhere, before finally lifting up the bottle and seeing your flattened, spread out, rectangular body laying before her.
“Oh my goodness, already Matt?” Lauren giggled, reaching down to fix you before stopping suddenly in her tracks, “Wait! Is this what you meant by help out?! You would really help replace the missing rag since I’m having such a hard time finding it?” Lauren said down to you with a mixture of confusion but also enthusiasm before adding on. “Oh my gosh, duh! Of course that’s what you meant! You even said it was one of the things you were the best at! And I couldn’t agree more! You are the best little guy at absorbing stuff! Even better than the rag I was looking for!”
Your blood ran absolutely cold at the miscommunication that had just gone down between you and your mother. She had taken your offer to help find something as an offer to replace it instead! You wiggled desperately and tried to reform your mouth into a functional state, but the devastating contact of the bottle and your body had silenced you entirely. Tragically, you were left to Lauren’s assumptions as her mind went entirely in its own direction. She simply reached down and grabbed your body between her fingers, casually stretching you out even more to cover more surface area while she continued talking.
“Sheesh, are you sure you want to do this, though? I mean we’re going to be doing some serious scrubbing of all of the dirt and grime in this kitchen.” Lauren said, with a hint of her old worrisome self leaking through the clueless layer that had developed as of late. “Ah, wait! There’s me and my stinking helicopter-parent brain worrying about you unnecessarily again. I’m sorry sweetie, you are an adult after all and if this is how you want to help out then who am I to say you can’t!” Your mom’s brief flash of salvation had been rationalized away in mere moments as you cried. She pulled more and more on your square-body, yanking you until you looked like a perfectly sized rag.
“I really appreciate this, Matt” Lauren said down to you, “Ya know, I wasn’t sure about it when we had that conversation about me treating you more like an adult. But I gotta say, I think it’s really been a win-win for both of us.” Lauren casually picked up the bottle of cleaner in her left hand and sprayed the lemon-scented material on the countertop while she flopped you around in her right.
“When you were growing up, I spent practically every waking moment worrying about you and looking out for you. But not anymore! So in that sense it really is a win-win for both of us. I get to relax and not stress about the funny little accidents that you and I always seem to find ourselves in! And you get to help out in ways that only you can! Even when it involves getting a bit nasty like wiping up the kitchen!” Lauren excitedly spoke down to you before whipping you at breakneck speeds towards the countertop. You felt your body smack onto the surface and immediately your senses were overwhelmed by the lemon-scented liquid. You didn’t even have time to groan as Lauren began smoothly wiping your flattened frontside to and fro all over the surface. With every swipe you felt bits of dust, grease, and other various crumbs practically lodge themselves onto your face and body. While the number of times that you had been used to mop up sweat from the body of a giantess was alarmingly high, there was something extra humiliating about being used to clean up literal dirt and grime.
Lauren continued rather swiftly cleaning the countertop, commenting repeatedly on how much your body was able to pick up in comparison to any other fabric or item. Around 15 minutes went by of this torture, before a moment came when Lauren attempted to spray the cleaning solution on the stovetop this time, but nothing came out other than a noise similar to a fart emitting from the nozzle. Your mother giggled at the sound briefly before rolling her eyes at finding such a childish thing funny. But then she set you down and unscrewed the bottle, looking inside to find that it was completely empty!
“You’ve gotta be kidding me! I can’t finish cleaning without that spray! Ugh! What to do?”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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