This choice: Laundry, so Shannon asks you to gather Stacy's dirty clothes together. • Go Back...Chapter #4Collecting the Clothes by: bobob1   “We should probably start with laundry.” You said. “That way, we can let the clothes run in the washing machine while we tackle the other chores.”
“Ooh!” Shannon slapped her forehead. “That makes perfect sense. You’re so smart Sammy!”
“I mean, it wasn’t that hard to…” You tried to explain, but the words were sucked back into your mouth as your mother hastily picked you up and started walking out of her room. She passed the bathroom, which your sister was currently in the middle of using, and entered Stacy’s bedroom.
There were a few scattered articles of dirty clothes lying on the ground. You assumed the only reason Stacy had let her floor get even this dirty was because she had been so absorbed in her studies for the past few days. Shannon gently dropped you onto the soft carpet, right in front of a lacy red bra. The simple bra looked comically massive next to your diminutive frame.
“Okay Sammy.” Your mother pointed at you. “I’d like you to drag all of Stacy’s clothes into one big pile. That way they’re easy to collect. I’ll stop in here to collect the clothes after I finish in my room.”
“Wait!” You cried. “By myself? I can’t possibly…I thought we were doing this together!” You tried to reason with your titanic mother, but at the moment you had started to speak, the loud sound of the toilet being flushed drowned out your exasperated cries. You could only watch sadly as your mother gave you a friendly wave and walked out of the room.
You stared at the huge mountain of dirty fabric lying on the ground beside you. Pushing away awkward thoughts at being so close to your own sister’s bra, you grabbed onto the edge of the cup and pulled with all of your might. As you had expected, you weren’t able to move the bra at all. Why did your ditzy mother think that you could do this all by herself?
A minute later, the bedroom door swung open wider, and Stacy walked into the room. The sight of your giantess sister put your mind at ease. She would surely help you out with this impossible task that your mother had given to you. However, your sense of happiness quickly melted away as you saw Stacy survey her room and frown.
“I really should clean up these dirty clothes.” Stacy mused softly. You started to panic now, but your reaction was too late. Stacy began to push her dirty clothes into one big pile, using her feet to shove the discarded articles of clothing across the floor.
Stacy’s big toe on her right foot collided with your tiny body, knocking you backwards. You slapped against the curved inside of the bra cup, your squishy body flattening slightly on impact. Stacy hadn’t felt your tiny body against her toe at all, and she hadn’t seen you either, as she was barely even looking at the ground.
Your unaware sister flicked her foot, tossing the bra into a now sizable pile of clothing lying in the middle of her room. The bra landed with the cups facing upwards, and you reformed after a second of rest. Unfortunately, you were totally unable to scale the smooth surfaces of the bra cup and escape. Your sister’s chest size, and by extension the size of the cups of her bra, were just too big.
Stacy’s phone buzzed, distracting her for a minute. She crossed her room to check on her phone, which was charging by her bed. You were left to wallow in the cup of her bra, simply waiting for this humiliating experience to end. If Stacy had known you were in her room, she would’ve spotted you in a heartbeat. She had the perception and eyesight of a hawk. Sadly, Stacy’s senses had been in total relaxation mode, because she thought you were still with Shannon.
A second later, your mother walked into the room, carrying a basket under her arm. The basket was filled halfway with her own dirty clothes. She set the basket down and laid her eyes on the pile of dirty clothes. She softly gasped in surprise, amazed that her tiny son had done such a great job in so short of a time span.
Shannon then began grabbing the clothes and tossing them into her basket. The bra you were in was flipped upside-down and you were sent flying. Unfortunately, you tumbled right into the basket of dirty clothes, coming to stop on a disgustingly damp pair of panties. You stood up immediately, only for a slightly smelly thong to slap down on top of you, knocking you onto your back.
More and more clothes were piled into the basket, burying you under layer after layer. Your tiny body soon gave way, squishing out flat underneath all of the pressure. You couldn’t move or reform, let along scream to let your mother know what she was unintentionally doing to you. After a minute, you were thoroughly buried and hidden from sight inside of the basket.
Stacy turned from her phone right as your mother finished putting her clothes into the basket. “Oh. Thanks for that, mom!”
“Of course sweetie!” Shannon smiled warmly. Stacy turned back to her phone, and Stacy lifted the basket up and headed down two flights of stairs towards the basement. Neither giantess knew about the fate that had befallen you. Stacy thought you were safely hanging out with your mother, while your mother thought you had prepared the clothes yourself and were currently taking a brief rest somewhere.
Shannon flicked on the basement light and descended the stairs, strolling over towards the washing machine. She opened the lid to the washing machine, poured in a generous amount of detergent, and then started the flow of ice cold water. Lastly, she grabbed the basket and began pouring in the clothes, humming a happy little tune to herself.
You felt your world shake and tumble, as the clothes started to cascade into the washing machine. Desperately, you used every ounce of strength in your body to reform and wiggle to freedom, not wanting to experience a ride through the wash cycle.
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