Akira seemed to be a slight bit unsettled as you mark her moving around sporadically. "So..." Akira spoke nervously before pausing, pushing her two index figures together to raise her uneasy, "I did have a few inventions that could utilize a person of your sizes touch." she ended with a blush, glancing away with combined cuteness factors.
"Well, I..." you stopped speechless, scratching your back head, "I suppose if you require assistance," you smiled telling her.
Akira permitted a piercing squeal, as her hands magically appeared around your tiny body to seize you her grip as she pulled you close to her face to smother with kisses. "Oh, Thank you. Jax! I guarantee there will be no harm coming towards you." Akira stated through periodic kisses before leading you towards the first device.
"Alright, my little helper! Oh gosh? I hope my Small... Eep! Tiny... Uh! My short nickname doesn't upset you?" Akira tensely emphasizes, setting you down near the massive machine. "Anywho, This beauty here is a depress folding device! I essentially invented it for my laundry after I was them. But, since it broke a month ago, I have been slacking in that department likewise." she declared giving the instrument a hard wack, "However, that all will change with your help.".
You stared at the construction before you, it was shown to be twice the size as Akira herself. You noted the long steam pressing iron board hovering above that could surely smooth out any wrinkle concealed privately, and from their two mechanical connecting arms on either side help folded clothes neatly on the extior.
You had a moment of dread as you quickly changed your mind from accepting her proposal. "So, what am I doing exactly?" you questioned walking closer to the machine. Akira exposed a tiny hatch that revealed to you an entrance for fitting inside at your size.
"Basically I unload my clothes starting here, and they come folded out there." She instructed giving not the most prominent of information to work with for a genius intelligence.
You rolled your eyes blindly crawling within than narrowing down a metal tunnel. From there you guessed your probably in the main chamber as the Pressing board dangled above your head rendering little light. "I think I found the issue? One of your Bra straps caught between two gears," you yelled as the metal walls echoed the news out. You pulled with all your limited strength as the bra nudged free and the gears turned once more. "Phew!" you exhaled congratulating yourself on a job well done. However, you appeared to overstayed the welcome abruptly as the strip came ironing down. You screamed watching above as it lowered to impact itself upon you, slipping back into one of the open cups. The machine whistled as the beam began turning to a high degree. The heat was so powerful your newly gummy body couldn't withstand as it melted into partially the fabric. Then came a loud bell ring spitting out the bra after the board informed to rise towards, so the bra can be delivered to the robot arms. You watched them clamp away before grabbing a hold on each strap and swiftly fold you in the bra up with style.
More importantly, Akira came rushing to the other side where the bra laid. "I loved this bra. I questioned where it went?" Akira announced, welcoming her lost article of clothing, "Thank you for the help, Jax! Uh, Jax?" she beckoned out for her missing assist, "I hope the little guy didn't get stuck in there now?" she said staring at the working machine now with questions.
"Hey, Akira! I'm stuck in here." you cried out as she glanced down at your predicament, forcing her to giggle.
"Jax? Thank goodness your alright! What are you doing in the cup of my bra, though?" she laughed more, feeling over you to find a piece to grab. You were nearly blended with the cotton fibers to her touch.c "Hang on! I think? I got a hold," she stated, ripping you out without damaging her favorite bra. "I'm so sorry that happened to you! I've got another task that's a little less dangerous." she apologized, bring you to another of her gadgets.
Akira brought you over to another section of her enormous room, this one filled with different color beakers and colorful tubes of liquid."Here we are!" Akira said passionately hod her arms high to show off. "This is where I make my deodorant spray and many other different chemical doohickeys.". You viewed her through a sizeable blueish container as she expressed her talents, hardly paying any attention. "Jax my wittle assist," she giggled playfully, "Are to dump a pinch of this chemical dust into that funnel." she demonstrated before putting you in charge. "Don't worry. The dust is harmful. If you must know its a unique mix, I've been working on to help cure smelly feet. So keep dropping a smidge of the mix in until I get back." she finished explaining before walking away.
"A cure for smelly feet?" you laughed of her ridiculous accusation, even with know she created a personal deodorant. "Whatever," you exclaimed dumping some of the mixes in like requested. But soon enough...
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