This choice: she doesn't recognise you, uses you and puts you in the wash. • Go Back... Watching your mother enter the bathroom, you thought she was here to finish up your punishment and would piece things together when she didn't find you on the counter. Then again not just your mother but all the women in your life were extremely forgetful and oblivious, something you've hated and never understood. If anything she has probably forgotten all about your punishment and that you are currently in the shape of a hand towel.
As Trish began to strip all the way down to nothing, you realized that just as predicted she's forgotten all about you. Normally during any punishment of this sort your mother always kept a bikini on, you were still her son after all. Had your lovely girlfriend Mary not used you just know and turned you red from the abuse your tan color may have jogged Trish's memory, but that doesn't matter much now.
You were face to face with your mothers juicy ass as she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. You tried even harder now then you had been before to reform or at least wiggle but Mary's abuse had made you too weak and pretty soon Trish had snatched you up from the shower bar. She ran your body under the water and once again your eyes were stung with shower gel. Trish started by rubbing you against her stomach and reaching around to her back as best she could. From there you were sent across her arms into her arm pits, which luckly for you didn't stink as bad as Mary's had. In fact the only thing making this worse then your shower with Mary is that it's your own mother's body you are being forced to get intimate with. As far as dirt goes Mary was in a much filthier state.
Bringing your thoughts back to the task at hand you see that Trish has just finished scrubbing down her feet and legs, as well as the next location you are to clean, her gigantic jiggling breasts. She pressed you, what you think is, face first into her breast. If your mouth wasn't fused together your mothers nipple would have gone right in like you were a baby again, being fed your mothers milk. As your gummy skin was rubbed against Trish's skin and your body poked by her nipple you could have sworn you heard a moan emerge from her lips. As it turns out one had, as she loves the feeling of this towel and was in fact imaging it was her own son. It was her guilty pleasure. Every time her son goes missing and eventually found as one of her clothing or squashed to her body she is of course deeply sorry for putting little Jack through that, but at the same time it actually turns her on. It was a feeling she's never told anyone about and doesn't even know how she feels about it herself, but she can't stop it from happening. There was even a time she had imagined a scenario in which Jack had been irreversible molded into a one piece bikini that she would always wear to the pool and beach, but she would never wish that on her little boy. Would she?
During this time that your mother had lost herself in her own fantasies, of you no less, though 'you' didn't know that, she had moved on to her pussy. Luckily for you it had recently been shaved. Unluckily, you were about to be shoved up against and scrubbed around the place you had been born from. However, things got even worse as Trish's wandering mind caused her to unknowingly begin to finger herself, shoving you into her pussy. It was only a small amount but that just happened to be where your eyes were located in your new shape. You were soon mentally scared more then you ever thought you would. Being close to your mothers vagina wasn't anything new, though you've never gotten use to it the amount of times its happened, but being pushed in and looking inside as you heard your mothers screams of arousal was too much. If you could cry and scream right now you would. Soon her thrusts in and out got faster and with one final thrust half of your hand towel body was shoved into the dark and wet cavern. With the loudest and longest of your mothers moans Trish's pussy juices flowed over your body. Forcing you to taste and smell it as it was soaked up into your body.
Suddenly Trish's mind came back and she pulled the hand towel out of her vagina, doing her best to wring out her own juices before reapplying some shower gel and finishing up with her ass. She rested the towel back onto the bar and began washing her hair. You hang there, your mind in a state of shock and your mouth mentally agape at the events which had just occurred to you. If only you knew that your own mother was thinking of you as that all happened.
When your mind and senses finally recovered from their shock you realized things were about to get even worse for you. You were currently resting in the washing machine along with various other cloths, towels, hand towels, and beach towels. Knowing your luck these were the batch of gummy items your mother had. Meaning she would be pouring in some Beta4, the special chemical which causes gummy material like yourself to hold their form, possibly trapping you as a hand towel for the rest of your life. However, maybe your luck would turn and this was a batch of normal items, in which case you would be mixed into the fibers of one of the items and have a chance to reform out of it. Things like that had certainly happened to you before and you knew if left in the right conditions you could reform.
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