(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Jenna leaned up towards the driver's seat, handing the woman a slip of paper. There was an address scribbled onto the paper.
"Could you take me here, thanks?" Jenna asked with a sweet smile, to which the uber driver nodded in acknowledgement.
By this time, you had basically reformed, and you turned up to your sister. "There had to have been better ways to transport me, sis. I mean, I even had my own seat bought!"
Jenna looked at you coyly. "Could've kept you in my butt, twerp." She said, matter-of-factly. "Besides, you really did help out with my ears not popping, so I suppose I might even thank you."
You sketched an overly dramatic bow, your movements dripping with sarcasm. "Soooo happy to have served you, your highness. Does this mean I get a reward? Maybe...you leaving me alone for once, and letting me actually enjoy this vacation?"
Jenna chuckled softly. "Oh, sure! My plan doesn't have anything to do with ME screwing you over."
You crossed your arms, momentarily feeling victorious. "Well, good. I want to actually have some bonding time with Aunt Cass this trip, so...wait." You paused, reflecting on Jenna's odd inflection from her previous statement. "What do you mean 'plan'?"
Jenna's Chesire-like grin spread wide on her beautiful face. "Oh, bro, you don't have a clue what I have in store for you. This is going to be the best vacation ever!"
Jenna punctuated the final word of her statement by clenching her first tightly, smashing you into a blob before you could even yelp. Then, without wasting a second, Jenna scraped her sharp nails into your body, pinching and clawing at you before she finally managed to snag your clothes. With an effortless flick of her wrist, Jenna tore your clothes off, letting the ruined scraps fall into the gaps of the seat cushion of the uber. You were now totally naked in her hand.
Humming along to the radio that the uber driver had begun to play, Jenna started mashing and molding your body, squashing you flatter and flatter, while simultaneously stretching you out. As she pounded your legs flat, she pulled your head into an elongated blob. As she ground your chest between her palms, she pulled your legs wide and taut. You fought in vain to resist her, but it was useless. Jenna's grin only widened as she noted your pathetic wriggling attempts to escape grow weaker and weaker as she extended your body.
Eventually, you resembled a thin and floppy rectangular tan shape, roughly the size and shape of a hand towel. Your horrified expression at being squashed was on full display, cartoonishly stretched out, but that wasn't enough to satisfy Jenna. Balling up her fist, she laid you on her lap and began kneading your body like a baker brutalizing dough, smearing your squishy flesh mercilessly. You mentally cried out for her to stop, even as your vision grew blurrier and more distorted. She was smearing away your recognizable human features!
It took her the better part of five minutes, but finally Jenna's prep work was complete. Your eyes, nose, mouth, hair, and everything else discernably human about you had been scrubbed away by your sister's relentless pounding and kneading. You were now not much more than a tan rectangular sheet. Someone would have to look quite close at you to tell what you truly were at this point, and you had a feeling Jenna wasn't about to let someone get that good a look at you.
You still didn't know what Jenna was up to, but you knew it couldn't be good. You began trying to reform, and you also tried to speak, but found both avenues totally useless. Jenna had stretched you far too aggressively to reform any time soon, and your mangled mouth couldn't even let out a pitiful buzz due to how mashed it was. Jenna had wholly dominated you, and you were at her utterly lacking mercy.
The uber stopped, having reached the destination Jenna had handed to them. Your sister folded you up and slipped you into her pocket, then graciously tipped the driver and exited the vehicle. She retrieved her two suitcases and rolled them onto the sidewalk.
Her destination was before her, and already she was starting to grin in anticipation, but there was still one more quick thing to take care of. Jenna pushed her suitcases over to the nearest trash can, then knealt down and unzipped one of them. She reached inside and fished out your makeshift shoebox, which contained all of your belongings and essentials for this whole three month trip.
Without even a second of hesitation, Jenna chucked it into the trash can, where it sank to the bottom of the dank bin.
She then zipped her suitcase back up, and rolled both of them inside of the alluring, brightly colored store in front of her, which had been her destination: Florence's Fabrics, a semi-famous fabric tailoring and custom-clothing store, one that supplied many of your mother's tools, paints, fabrics, and more.
Jenna entered the store, stashed her suitcases by an empty chair, and approached the front desk. A cheerfully smiling employee greeted your sister with a smile so winning that even Jenna's heart skipped a beat. The employee's nametag read 'Millie".
"Hi, welcome to Florence's Fabrics." Millie stated enthusiastically. "Do you have a reservation with us today for special service, or just planning to browse?"
Jenna ignored her racing heart at the unexpected attractiveness of Millie, and pressed on. "I do have a reservation, actually. I should be written down as 'Ashley Parker'?"
Millie glanced down at a clipboard, then back up, all smiles. "Yes indeed! Hello, Miss Ashley. What are we working with today?"
Jenna, the perfect picture of contrite guilt, fished you from her pocket. "Something a bit fancy, but hopefully not too difficult. I'd hate to put you out." Jenna splayed your beaten and abused body on the counter before Millie.
Millie waved off Jenna's concern. "Please, it's not a bother. We're always up to the challenge here, and the customer always comes first." She glanced down at you. "That's the base fabric, I take it?"
"It is." Jenna confirmed. "I'd like, if possible, for you to mold it into something like...this." She pulled up a picture on her phone that she'd had Ashley sketch for her a week ago.
Millie marveled at the drawing. "Oh, wow! That's gorgeous!" She looked back down at you, and you could just barely see her smiling visage through your hazy, distorted vision. "I think this fabric here will make a beautifully comfy bikini thong!"
Your heart skipped a beat.
A THONG?!?! Jenna was going to turn you into a THONG?!?!
Your sister, even though she herself couldn't even make out your human features anymore, could practically sense the dread now welling up inside of you, and she had to fight to keep a triumphant smirk off of her face.
Ever since this trip had been scheduled months ago, Jenna had wracked her brain trying to think of the funniest and most humiliating thing she could do to you. After discovering that a branch of Florence's Fabrics was just down the road from both the airport and Cass' house, the idea grew and grew in Jenna's head until she couldn't ignore it anymore. It was just too perfect. And, all she'd had to do to prep was ask for a reservation at the store a few weeks in advance, and get Ashley to draw up Jenna's perfect mental image of what you should be turned into, which Ashley was obviously more than willing to do for her best friend (and having no idea what terrible thing her drawing would be used for). Jenna's also chosen to use Ashley's name for the reservation as an overprepared precaution should things go wrong.
Millie picked you up, and as soon as you felt her silky-smooth hands wrap around you, you began to panic, redoubling your efforts to reform and squirm for attention. To your surprise, you managed to put so much physical exertion into twitching your body that you actually managed a small squirming motion. Unfortunately, your hopes were instantly dashed, as Millie chose that exact moment to squeeze you tightly, getting a feeling for the fabric she'd be working with. Her squeezing motion not only prevented her from noticing your feeble attempt at being recognized, but further stifled your energy with a painful squeeze.
Millie's shining smile faltered slightly. The fabric she'd been provided sort of looked like a squashed tiny, and it also sort of felt like a squashed tiny too. Of course, nowadays, hundreds of fabric manufacturers were creating synthetic material meant to replicate the stretchy and malleable properties of tinies, explicitly because of how many women came to love tinies worn as clothing. Millie cast Jenna quick look, and your sister merely threw back a warm smile. Millie shook her head. No way this fabric in her hands was a tiny, your sister seemed way too nice to do something like that.
"I'll be done as fast as I can, Miss Ashley!" Millie declared, clutching you tighter and spinning on her heel as she strolled deeper into the store, towards the fabric workshop in the back. You mentally screamed, your mute cries doing nothing but perhaps even heightening your fear.
Jenna, back in the lobby, allowed her smug grin to grow. "Have fun back there, bro." She said quietly, before sitting down and opening up her phone to pass the time.
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