(Chapter originally written by Hectic)
“What do you think we shou--” Lauren turned your flattened face towards her, before pausing to giggle, “Oh, Matt! All of the crumbs and stuff that we picked up kind of make it look like you have freckles! It’s actually cute in a way!”
You groaned at your mother’s careless nature, as she claimed that the dirt and debris that had been attached to you were in some way cute. Did she really not understand how humiliating it was for you to be used like a simple rag to clean the house? Part of you wondered if the shrinking epidemic also did something to affect women’s sense of empathy towards affected guys, or if it was just the women in your life who were so overwhelmingly oblivious to your suffering.
“Anyway, I think we have to make a quick run to the store to get some replacement spray so we can finish the job here! After all, as amazing as you are at cleaning on your own, I think having a little spray bottle to partner up with just makes you even better!” Lauren finished her statement with a smile as she then quickly slipped on a pair of shoes and walked out the door, grabbing her car keys off as she moved. As she walked out the door, your rag-body swung haphazardly next to her, bumping into her leggings-clad hip every few steps or so. You grimaced, noticing that the leggings that she was currently wearing looked to be on their last legs, as the fabric strained to hold in her massive curves. You silently begged the pants to hold strong in your mind, knowing that if they were to rip then it would be entirely possible for you to be used in order to patch them up.
Lauren unlocked her car door and slammed her ass down into the driver’s seat, before then holding you up. She scanned the car for a space to put you safely, and you mentally prayed for her to just lay you down in the passenger seat. Maybe then during the duration of the car ride, you could reform enough to tell her that you never actually agreed to being used like this at all.
“Sorry, Matt. But I’m not exactly where to put you when you’re in rag-mode like this, since I don’t want any of the crumbs attached to you to fall off onto the seat or anything… oh wait a second, that’s perfect!” Lauren looked down to the driver’s side door behind her to see a collection of a few used napkins from a secret drive-through fast food run that she made a week before. Thoughtlessly once more, Lauren shoved your body into the bunch of napkins and you immediately smelled the old grease and salt that these scraps of fabric picked up days beforehand. Thankfully, your tan body stuck out compared to their distinct, white color, so hopefully your mom wouldn’t forget you entirely and end up throwing you in the garbage when she eventually cleaned her car.
Sticking her keys into the ignition, Lauren revved up her car before pulling out of the driveway. Thankfully, the drive to the store wasn’t too long, or else it would have been almost guaranteed that your mother would have forgotten about your existence. Nevertheless, hearing Lauren hum happily along to songs on the radio as she enjoyed her drive did annoy you as you sat surrounded by napkins who had suffered the same fate of being used and thrown aside by your mom. After about 10 minutes Lauren pulled into the parking lot of a local supermarket before shutting the car off and swinging her car door open. She placed her thumb on her chin for a second as she tried to remember something, and by some stroke of luck she did! Lauren then looked down at you, roughly grabbing you as well as all of the napkins around you in her hands. As she walked towards the supermarket entrance, she yanked your body out from the mass of paper and then threw the napkins into the trash. You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that if you were in that handful then you would most likely have a long trip back from the garbage dump to get home. A shiver went down your spine as you recalled having to unfortunately make that journey a handful of times thanks to the inattentiveness of the women in your life. But even that was a cakewalk in comparison to the trip back… from the waste treatment facility that you have tragically made before as well.
Lauren shook you out of your haunting trip down memory lane as she entered the store, making a beeline for the cleaning goods aisle.
“Alright sweetie, here we are. Do you have any preference for scent for this spray? Looks like they’ve got Summertime Lemon, Pine Fresh, and Soothing Lavender.” Lauren looked back and forth between the bottles, obviously forgetting that, despite your face being visible, it was currently far too smashed to be able to speak. “Ooh this is almost like picking out a cologne for you, Matt! So much fun!”
Lauren turned you to face the three bottles of cleaning spray on the shelf in front of you, but your eyes darted immediately to a number of different washrags sitting right next to them! You mentally screamed, praying that your mother’s brain would kick in for once and she would just buy a rag to use instead of you. But in your strained efforts, you only managed to wiggle the right side of your flattened form ever-so-slightly. Your mom actually perceived this effort, however she took it as you signaling that you preferred the rightmost of the sprays.
“Ooh, Soothing Lavender it is! A bit of a feminine fragrance for a big strong man like you, Matt! But if you like it then who am I to judge!” Lauren giggled as she grabbed the bottle. You cried mentally as she spun around and walked out of the aisle. Your mom waited in line for a minute before her attention was drawn to the frozen goods display that the store strategically placed right next to the checkout. Her mouth nearly started drooling as she scanned the various ice creams, before her eyes locked onto her favorite, a fudge pop. Feeling a bit torn, Lauren thought about her secret fast food run the week before as she looked downward at her curves threatening to burst her clothes at the seams. Her hand unconsciously slid over her ass, which had steadily been increasing in size over the years, and almost had the willpower to ignore the ice cream next to her. Almost.
Shifting the spray bottle into the handle that was also holding you, she smashed the two of you together as she opened up the freezer and grabbed the fudge pop, smiling excitedly. She then deposited all three items in her hands onto the belt as they slid towards the cashier. The kind woman scanned the ice cream and the spray bottle, before raising an eyebrow as she picked you up, looking at your visible face. Lauren finally realized her mistake as she smacked her palm into her forehead.
“Oh whoopsies, that’s my son, actually! He’s doing such a good job acting as my rag while we clean today that I almost forgot that he wasn’t one!”
“No problem at all ma’am” the cashier said as she handed you back over. She rang up the two items and your mom quickly paid before walking back to her car. Tossing the bottle into the passenger seat, she set you down on her center console before greedily unwrapping her ice cream. She took her first lick as you had to sadly watch her indulge right in front of you. After a few more licks, it seemed like her brain finally connected the dots.
“Oh my god, Matt! I totally forgot that we were supposed to get ice cream together after we finished cleaning the kitchen!” she said while looking down at her side at you. As she glanced back at hers, she noticed it beginning to melt, and was struck with inspiration. “Wait, I’ve got it! I could really use a handy little napkin for the parts of mine that are starting to melt, and you’re just the man for the job!”
Lauren grabbed you with her other hand, wiping up the trails of chocolate that had begun to run down her hand. She then crumpled you up and bunched you underneath the bottom of the fudge pop itself, pressing your body into the bottom of dessert as she happily munched away above you. The freezing cold felt terrible, as your body absorbed every ounce of chocolate that would have otherwise run onto your mom’s hands. You whimpered frivolously, as you couldn’t do a single thing except for apparently become your mom’s all-purpose cloth.
She quickly devoured the ice cream without a second thought, wrapping your now-dirty body around the popsicle stick like a piece of trash as she stuck you back in the empty side door where the napkins used to be. Lauren then turned the car on and drove home, her same bubbly self, now twice as happy due to the tasty treat that she rewarded herself with.
Lauren pulled her car into the driveway and calmly sighed at her successful trip to the store.
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