You felt your world bounce and shake, and you didn’t even have a second to fully get a grasp on what was going on. Everything was moving, and you felt a nauseous wave rise up within your stomach. It didn’t take you much longer to realize that your fears had been confirmed. The constant moving sensation you felt was because your poor body had melted under Diana’s ass, and had been absorbed right into her the fabric of her dress.
No doubt it hadn’t happened long after you had passed out. Diana’s ass was far more than you had been able to handle, and your gummy body easily submitted. You had probably liquefied in seconds, and been absorbed right into the fabric of her dress even faster. No that you were trapped in her dress, there was nothing you could do but wait to be free…if freedom ever came.
Because you had been crushed by Diana’s massive butt face first, you couldn’t see anything but darkness. You felt your body being stretched to extremes, no doubt because the fabric of Diana’s dress was struggling to contain her curvaceous rear. You also felt a surprisingly calming heat presence, most likely emanating from Diana’s hot flesh.
You strained your ears as much as possible, trying to detect just where this blissfully unaware woman had taken you. From the jingling of keys and the sound of a door opening, you guessed that she had left the restaurant, and was just walking into her house. You didn’t hear the voice of that cruel lady, so Diana presumably lived alone. No doubt she had no idea she had taken home a poor squishy teen with her.
Diana closed the front door behind her, and let out a content sigh upon feeling the relaxing air condition hit her face. She strolled downstairs to her basement, and walked up to her washing machine. She unzipped and stripped out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her bra and panties followed soon after. She then scooped up her discarded clothing, and failing to notice the tan spot on the ass part of her bright red dress, she tossed everything into the washing machine.
You felt the cold metal of the washing machine tub slap against your face, and you instinctively began to panic. Things never went well for you around washing machines. Sadly, you couldn’t do anything as Diana tossed in an entire basket full of dirty clothes, and started up the wash cycle. Freezing water poured in, and Diana closed the lid. As the spinning began, Diana wrapped a towel around her sexy body and walked back upstairs.
Despite your best efforts, you passed out once more only minutes after the wash cycle began. The intense spinning and the chilling water knocked you out cold, and you slipped into unconsciousness. While sleeping, the wash cycle continued uninterrupted, although something extremely bad was happening to your body. Something that was going to seal your fate.
Thirty minutes later Diana came back downstairs dressed only in a skimpy red two-piece bikini. She popped the lid of the washing machine and retrieved all of the clothes inside. She placed the sopping wet articles, including the dress you were a part of, into a basket, and carried the basket outside to her clothes line. She then hung everything up onto the line, preparing them to dry in the bright sun and warm breeze.
After hanging everything up, she took a moment to admire her most favorite article of clothing in her entire wardrobe, the beautiful red dress she had worn to the restaurant. She loved it so much, and made sure to wear it as much as she possibly could. She loved how attractive it made her look, while also being very comfortable to wear at the same time.
Her eyes passed over the ass part of the dress, and there she saw the same uniform bright red coloring as the rest of the dress. After all, the intense wash cycle had bled the red color right into your skin, dyeing you the same shade as the dress. You blended in perfectly, save for a very faint outline of your body. Even if you were spotted, you still had to be freed from the fabric itself, and not the outside of the dress.
Diana cocked her head to the side, thinking back to the restaurant. Sandra had done something with that weird squishy boy, but what? Deep down, Diana feared that Sandra had placed the kid on her seat, and Diana had been squashing him the whole time. Diana blushed, wondering if maybe the kid had stuck to her ass like he had to Sandra’s. Maybe he was still there?
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