This choice: You become more stuck, limiting your chances of being rescued. • Go Back...Chapter #6You become more stuck, limiting your chances of... by: Kentwolf   The Machine threw you and the bikini that held you around and around, slamming you repeatedly into the metal drum with both force and heat. silently you screamed as you wanted to hurl from the dizziying way the world was moving around you, you failed to notice your increasingly softening form in the hot water, or the fact the bikini fabric was pinching and anchoring your body tighter and tighter with each slam of the drum. all you could focus on was how much you wanted to get out of the washing machine. finally your mind couldnt take it any more and you drifted out of conciousness.
after having answered the door to Ana and Kat, telling them she had not seen anyone no matter how small they said she was, and even let them look around. the girl came back down to check on her bikini. the wash had finished and so had the dry cycle. she opened up the machine and pulled out her still warm tan bikini, stroking it with her thumbs as she did so. looking at it she saw no discrepencies. your soft body had practically melted and fused with the fabric and blended in almost perfectly. if she looked really really closely she might notice the very slight discolouration between your body and the fabric. but she wasnt looking for it, so she simply folded the bikini up and carried it upstairs to her room.
she dropped you into the drawer and slid it shut, walking off to carry on about her day. totally unaware she had a captive fused to her bikini top. in the quiet darkness of her underwear drawer, you didnt even wake up until the next morning when she slid the drawer open and grabbed a bra and a pair of panties. the sudden flash of light and sound of a boyband playing out of speakers startled you awake. you tried to move, but found that you couldn't. you were confused until you remembered what had happened before, though surely you should have reformed by now?
before you could process anymore the girl slid the drawer back shut and engulfed you in darkness once again. you tried to move, to twitch, anything but you couldnt. it felt like your body was completly pinned in place, like the time your beloved sister had trapped you between two panes of glass and passed you off as her art project. spending three weeks on display in the school gallery had not been fun, but this was worse. this was with a stranger who clearly didn't know you were here.
try as you might you couldnt move at all to work yourself free of the bikini that held you so completly. the days passed very slowly, your only glimpse of the outside world was when the girl opened the drawer for her daily underwear, or the few times she decided to relax in the pool. as she wore you bathing in the sun she made no sign that she knew a girl was plastered to the bikini snuggling her breasts. eventually the weather got colder and your time in the drawer became longer and longer. you realised it was unlikely you would be brought out of this boring drawer until next summer after a while of no interaction. you wanted to cry, why had this happened to you.
thankfully the times the girl had worn you had slightly bleached the fabric from her long time relaxing in the sun, lightening the fabric but not your body. though you couldn't know, your body was very slightly more visible now, though still only if the girl paid attention. finally summer rolled around, the girl who you had learnt from the muffled conversations she had with her friends when they visited was Lucy, reached in to grab you ready to have fun in the pool with her friends, you had given up hope of a life not on the bikini....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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