But your deterioration only picked up from there. The red of your towel form continued to fade over the course of a month, with your body nearly entirely pink by this point. Cass of course took notice, muttering to herself, "Maybe I'm washing it too much?" Yet despite receiving less than half the previous number of washings, meaning you were left to stew in the sweat and filth that Cass had embellished you with that much more, your color continued to fade.
Far more concerned with your sheer utility and comfort, Cass had been willing to turn a blind-eye to your diminishing hue. That was until one day upon laying you out at the local pool for another sweat-soaked, sun-sesh Cass was perturbed to observe that you didn't even cover the entire lounge chair anymore!
"Gosh!" she exclaimed, eyes widening, "I thought I was just imagining things, but look how much it's shrunk!" With a huff, you felt two sturdy hands grip at your ends, tugging you fiercely until you returned to a satisfactory length. Satisfied that her dilemma was over, you suffered through the usual hours of being suffocated beneath the mass of Cass's entire weight. With it being particularly hot out, your most appreciated function for the day would be how you perfectly soaked up every last warm dribble of sweat that flowed down her skin. All she had to do was roll over once in a while, and her hyper-absorbent companion handled the rest!
That could have been the end of Cass's struggles, however, as the week progressed, Cass was forced to repeat the motion each day, a tedious chore that was soon beginning to annoy the normally cheerful woman. Sure it was occasionally a perk, being more aptly sized for tasks such as accompanying her to the gym as a sweat towel, or being utilized in the shower as a washcloth, but Cass was a woman with a particularly exceptional figure; and those bountiful curves required an equally expansive amount of towel.
She'd gone her whole life without this kind of accommodating comfort and she wasn't going back to lackluster cotton just because the damn thing couldn't endure daily use. Having gone through so many towels, one being absorbent enough for her body's needs, another being decently soft, one that could endure more than a month without being reduced to shreds, she had finally found her one! All she needed was to spruce up its color and have it hold a shape!
"What a conundrum..." Cass mused, her head leaning against her palm as she gazed through page after page of Tinex care instructions, the light glow of her laptop lighting up her face at this time of night. "No, no, no," she grumbled, closing the tab and opening another. "Ugh, yeah right," Each website proved a bust, all claiming that Tinex was nearly indestructible and could withstand the test of time. Sitting aloft her faded Tinex towel, which doubled as an exceptionally comfy cushion when folded in on itself, she would beg to differ!
The absolute closest thing she found was a years old blog post detailing how a woman had discovered her once industrious Tinex dishrag had lost it's size and color. Cass perked up, seeing the clear parallels, only to scoff and disregard the entry entirely as it ended up being the woman's long missing husband.
Rio had already gone through the effort of assuring her that this towel was one-hundred percent, quality Tinex. She needn't waste a moment worrying over her towel being a lost tiny, although the entry did inspire a gushing of empathetic emotion from your sweetheart of an aunt.
"Aw, that poor woman, it breaks my heart!" she murmured, hands clasping by her chest, "It must be awful to go without a loved one for so long, only for them to have been right under your nose the whole time. She must've missed him so much!" Her heart melted as the woman's story swam in her mind, a wave of gratitude washing over her as she thanked the stars she didn't have any dear to her who could disappear like that. Truly her whole family had been blessed with some kind of good luck to avoid such aimless suffering!
"Ah-ha!" That's when it hit her! Her family! There was just about no one who could tell her more about fabrics than her illustrious seamstress of a sister!
Cass pulled her phone out with a smile, tapping at the screen. "Lauren!" she cried, excitement laced into her voice. "How have you been, sis?"
Buried beneath the gargantuan mass of the bombshell model's weight, you languished as you could almost make out the familiar voice of your mother. You'd long since given up on listening in for any mention of yourself, each and every jovial call making no mention of your existence, and instead filled to the brim with tales of how great everyone in Oakland was doing.
"Great, actually!" Lauren chimed, "We've actually got the whole family and some friends together for a little movie night tonight! What's up with you?"
"Oh, you know, just wanted to catch up a little," Cass spoke with an innocent smile, "But now that I've got you, do you happen to know much about Tinex?"
"Tinex?" Lauren mused, "You know I dabble in a lot of fabrics, sis. Gotta give my clients what they want! It's a fantastic product to work with but boy is it pricey! It's almost easier to go with the real stuff over anything synthetic these days!"
"Right, right," Cass nodded along, missing the meaning in Lauren's suggestion, "So...uh, it's pretty resilient, right? It's meant to hold up no matter what you throw at it?"
Lauren let out a hearty laugh, "Yeah, it's like, super strong. I mean, it can withstand my abuse! It's pretty darn close to indestructible. Why? Thinking of picking something up? You know I'd be happy to make whatever you'd like!"
"Thanks, sis," Cass faltered, wondering how to go about this, "But uh, let's say I have this friend, right?" Cass brightened up at her genius improvisation, "Right! I have this friend, and well, they bought a Tinex towel a while ago and it's kinda shrunken down. It's still a towel, but it's not as big anymore. And the colors have faded dreadfully!"
Lauren scoffed, "Psshh! Sounds like they didn't properly coat the fabric in any Full Length! Basic amateur mistake!" Lauren had also heard cases of Full Length needing a maintenance coat, but that was only in the most extreme of circumstances, like for public gym bicycle seats, or maybe a star athlete's insole.
Cass furrowed her brow, "Full...Length?"
"Oh yeah, it's like a sealant. A coating. It can apply a dye and keeps the material intact, otherwise, if you don't coat it, any Tinex would break down," Lauren explained, "If your friend didn't use it, I'd be happy to apply a new coat for her!"
"Ah, I see," Cass murmured, a hint of disappointment in her tone. This was absolutely fantastic news, her towel could be mended good as new! But going without her towel while Lauren fixed it up would be such a pain..."Would it be possible for you to simply send me a bottle of this...Full Length? I really would--I mean--my friend would really rather go without the wait," she laughed, trying her best to be convincing.
"Welllll," Lauren hummed, "I could send you a bottle, sure. Really though, I'd be happy to do it! Working with Tinex is such a pleasure!" One of the perks of Lauren's job being of course to try out her own supply.
"That's so sweet of you, sis! I think in this case it's best if..."
1) "I just ship the towel out to you," Cass packages you up and sends you home to be properly restored in all your towel glory. Will Lauren or anyone else have any hope of recognizing you before you're sent back into Cass's hands?
2) "You just send me a bottle," Unwilling to part with her towel for even a day, Cass asks Lauren to send her some Full Length. However, classic ditz Lauren actually sends her a bottle of solvent! What will Cass do now, with a damn tan ball of Tinex?
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