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You're Matt, a tiny, living with the worst luck ever. (UPDATED BIO 08/12/24)
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Chapter #4

Lauren molds you into a bath towel for Rio.

    by: matthias Author IconMail Icon
(Chapter originally written by Jusenkyo)

She grabbed you up and started pulling you out bit by bit and looking over her design ideas. "Hmm, let's see... I'll leave the skirt out since you gave me permission to dye and that one was tan anyway, even though it would have been the easiest to get back I doubt you want to be wrapped around your sister like that." Apparently the Skirt was for Jenna, " And I would be too tempted to let her know too with you around all the time. Taking that into account, the bra would be a little hard for me to get back, though I was going to choose it before you gave me free reign not to be too gentle, I'm sure you would have been okay getting to rub yourself all over your girlfriend's boobs but with both those out of the way obviously the only option is to make you the Towel. Don't worry though honey, you aren't going far." She giggled a little as she finally got you out to more than the length of her hands She was doing a rough job of it mashing you back together every once in a while only to pull you out again a bit longer each time. "Oh but look at me stalling, okay in the dye you go." She said dropping you into a jar of red coloring and pressing a little wooden stick on top of you to make sure you Sayed below the surface.

You tried to reform a bit inside the jar and succeded in contracting your stretched out form somewhat but all too soon the wooden stick was being used to fish you out of the dye and hang you on a little string as you saw her pulling another strip out of a different color and whistle. "Wow, this stuff just soaks up dye, usually it would take twenty minutes to get this deep a color." She used a gloved hand to press on you to see if you were leaking any and satisfied that you weren't she pulled you off the dry line. She did another round of hand squashing until you were so jumbled up you were sure your face was spread all over the front... but you were still only maybe a two foot length and an even thinner width. "I think that's long enough for the next step. Hold on to your wits Matt this is the final stretch." She warned you before humming as she walked over to another part of the studio. You were already battered to the point of not even resisting her stretching so you didn't know what she was planning that could be worse.

You renewed your struggle when you saw what amounted to a medieval torture device for you. In reality it was just a series of clamps that could be pulled farther apart by turning a wheel that was meant to hold fabric still, or in your case stretch it out. Lauren didn't seem to notice though as she clipped your corners in to the vices. She had put in headphones and was humming a little tune as she started turning the wheel. You whimpered as she started turning it and you were pulled even farther than usual, farther than when Jenna had gotten you spread over a whole chair seat once. You silently screamed as the wheel got harder to turn just as you hit being a four foot by two foot rectangle. Not satisfied with the size of your tortured form Lauren applied more pressure to the wheel and your squishy form didn't win, pulling you out until you were a near exact six foot by two and a half foot rectangle.

You had passed out from that final push, waking probably Hours later sitting in a little box as you heard it being cut open and the lightly smiling face of your girlfriend's mom appeared above you. She ran a finger along your face and then closed the box again leaving you with only muffled sounds outside. You wanted to freak out more but you were still so sore and weak that you lapsed back into unconsciousness.

When you woke again...

1. The shower is running, you're being used as Rio's home towel
2. Rio is shoving you in a Gym Bag, you're for her after workout showers
3. Rio is shipping you off somewhere, She had ordered you for someone else! Now it's going to be even harder for Lauren to get you back... if she remembers you

You have the following choices:

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1. Home Sweat Home

2. On the Job

3. Unknown Owner

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