Tooning Up The Ultra Wash
Originally posted on FA on: Mar 7, 2021
A story written for my friend Anthromage.
As always huge thanks to Hazel for editing along with DrakenTenuem for proof reading.
CW: Masturbation, Trapped as an Inanimate Object, Bad End
Tooning Up The Ultra Wash
As I bent over to pick up a shirt from the floor a loud whistle from behind me caused me to start and blush. I quickly forced my large sharks tail down over my uncovered pink rear and glared back at Leola who merely winked and called, “No need to be so embarrassed! You have a great ass April, show it off!”
“Is this really necessary?” I demanded, turning and shoving the shirt into the over full laundry basket hard enough to send a few pairs of socks and a bra tumbling out the sides.
“What? The laundry?” The lioness snickered. “I mean yeah, we’re out of clean clothes - hell I’m not even wearing any underwear today - and just look at you!”
“You dressed me like this!” I snapped back, blushing even harder as the frilly apron, my only article of clothing fluttered around my thighs. “And I don’t mean the laundry, I mean turning me into this 1950s housewife just to do the housework!”
“Oh that?” Leola stuck out her tongue. “That’s just to encourage you to work faster! Sooner you get the laundry done, the sooner I can turn you back.” She winked again. “Or let you enjoy that body properly… Whichever you prefer.” I swallowed, but could not think of a thing to say in response and so instead turned and hurried out of the room, laundry hamper in hand. That damnable mage knew just how to push my buttons, and I never could tell if I resented or adored her for it…As I entered the laundry room I was momentarily confused by the sight of a massive, oddly proportioned and oddly colorful washing machine set alongside a much more normal drier. I squinted at the label on the side and read aloud, “ACME CO.?” My brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait… Isn’t that the same company cartoon characters use to buy weird products? What dimension did Leola yank this thing out of?” I took another step forward, determined to get a better look at the bizarre machine when my foot landed on a bright pink, equally cartoonish soap bar and before I knew it I was rocketing forward! I flailed my arms wildly, trying to regain my balance, but the soap bar had seemingly broken all normal rules of physics and I soon found myself hurled off my feet and towards the open mouth of the washing machine! As I left the ground my foot upon the bar was yanked into the air, sending the soap flying up and over my head, disappearing from sight when I crashed head first into the washer. The impact of my head into the back wall caused the door to slam shut and to my horror, lock with a loud click!
Outside of my field of view the soap bar arced downwards, striking the washing machine’s activation button before bouncing back up and, impossibly, landing on a lever. This switch, which had been set to a bright green tab reading, “Light Clean” was pushed down by the weight of the soap, flipping first to a yellow tab marked, “Moderate Clean” than an orange tab labeled, “Deep Clean” and finally coming to rest at a blinking neon warning sign printed with bold characters declaring it:
ULTRA WASH!!!
Inside the washing machine, water gushed from spouts, quickly starting to fill the tank. My whole world began to spin, first slowly, then faster and faster. Soon enough everything about me was a blur of color, pink, purple and red swirling into a whirlpool-vortex as all sounds were drowned out by the roar of the machine. I had no way of judging time and before long my mind stopped being able to process what was happening, overwhelmed by the spin and sensation of being treated like a pile of dirty clothes. All I knew was that the whirling went on for hours before finally, mercifully it slowly began to wind down.
The door to the washing machine sprung opened with a loud ding and I tried to crawl back out of the horrible box, but found I could not move any part of my body, undoubtedly due to the roughness of the spin cycle I had just been subjected to. Fortunately the sound had apparently alerted Leola who entered the room with a frown. She shook her head as she took in the sight of spilled laundry spread across the floor and called out, “April? What the hell is all of this? I thought you were going to…” She trailed off as she noticed the open washing machine door and her eyes went wide. “OH!”
Leola’s hands seemed oddly large as she reached in to grab me, but that surprise was nothing compared to the shock I felt as I was lifted into the air effortlessly! The lioness’s paws squeezed my ‘body’, which I suddenly realized had become an indistinct blob of purple with red swirls! Only my eyes had somehow remained perfectly unaltered, save perhaps for being larger than before. Though that might just have been a result of being a fraction of my old size!
“Oh dear, looks like you ended up shrinking in the wash…” Leola frowned. “And you're soaked! How am I going to fix this..?” She rubbed her chin, then snapped her fingers, her eyes lighting up. “I’ve got it! Don’t worry, I’ll have you sorted in a flash!”
I hoped that she meant she was about to use her magic to undo what had been done to my body, but unfortunately that didn’t seem to be the case. Instead, she carried me off to what looked like an old fashioned clothes wringer and fed one corner of my blobby self in between the two heavy rollers. Having secured me thus, she looked down to meet my eyes and asked, “Ready?”
I tried to tell her no, but without a mouth at all I could squirm and blink rapidly.
“Great!” Leola gave me a squeeze and then began to pull the handle. I squirmed harder, but to no avail as I was slowly squeezed through the wringer, my form flattening as it went. The sensation of being pressed down was nowhere near as unpleasant as I had feared, but even so the sensation of being made thin as a sheet of fabric was a very strange one. As was the sensation of having my remaining blob kneaded and slowly fed through the wringer by the lioness who seemed to be having a far better time with this then was entirely appropriate. “Almost done, then I can set you out to dry while I get the first actual load of laundry going.” She laughed. “This was a pretty extreme way of getting out of cleaning, I have to say!”
I glared, but a moment later my eyes were pulled through and I fluttered out the other side, crumpling to the ground in a heap. No sooner had I settled then I was gathered up by my friend and carried outside and there draped over a clothes line. My limp body fluttered as a breeze blew past and I felt a surge of joy as my head was blown up just long enough to see that, while flat and still much smaller than I should be, I was once again at least roughly shaped like myself! A second later I felt my cheeks burn at the realization that not only was I my sharky self, but I was also fully naked and my body had retained at least the visual appearance of woman!
“Alright, I’ll be back in a minute!” Leola called as I fluttered frantically to try and get her attention. “Try not to mind the stares, my neighbors are total creeps!”
Of course she knew… I gave up my flopping and sighed internally as I began to feel the lecherous eyes of perverts focusing on my body. This was seriously the last time I helped Leola with her clothes, that was for sure!
Luckily I didn’t have to wait as long for Leola’s return this time, and soon I was being plucked from the line and folded over her arm. “Sorry about all of this, I should have warned you about my washing machine.” Leola chuckled. “Cartoon appliances are the best in the multiverse, they can make everything literally sparkle! But obviously they can also do a real number on a body...” She walked with me back inside and laid me down on an ironing board. “Naturally if you were a cartoon I could just find a hole and blow into you till you popped back up good as new! But seeing as you're not, I’m going to have to find a more… Practical way of filling you back up.”
I shivered as she pressed the hot iron onto my body, steam rising up all around as Leola slowly smoothed out my wrinkles left from my time on the floor. Oddly the sensation was once again without pain, but instead a strange mix of comforting warmth and uncomfortablly arousing heat. Now that the water had been drained from me, every part of me felt hyper sensitive and both the lioness’ hands and the iron sent lightning bolts of sensation through my form. “At first I was just going to stuff you and turn you into a doll, but then… Well let’s just say I have that covered in another way. But don’t worry; I think I know juuuust what to do to remedy this whole mess!”
I wasn’t sure I liked the sounds of what she was saying, but unable to speak or do much more than wiggle, I had no choice but to go with Leola as she finished the ironing and carefully removed me from the board. My growing feeling of unease only increased when I noticed that the next stop on my tour of torment appeared to be a sewing room, one filled to the brim with plushies all of which bore striking similarities to people I knew. Unsettlingly more than one even looked like… Well, me! However, I tried to take comfort in Leola’s assurance that she had already dismissed that as a method of saving me from this humiliating fate.
As I was set down Leola wasted no time in powering up the sewing machine, and to my discomfort, also picked up a pair of scissors from the table next to it. Though neither the needle nor the metal blades hurt in the slightest, having holes poked through me and parts of my form snipped away was a truly unsettling experience. Still my fears that parts of myself might be tossed away proved unfounded as everytime a cut was made, it was soon after accompanied by a fresh round of stitching, reattaching the lost part of me in a new place. However something increasingly felt off… Like though I could still feel all of myself, I was rapidly losing a sense of cohesion…
“Ohh, this is turning out perfectly!” Leola cooed as she pinched part of me and lifted me up in the air… Only for my eyes to remain just where they had been, watching helplessly as a section of purple, pink and red fabric was carried over my head. “I bet you're going to like how this next part feels as well.” I obviously could not say anything, but sure enough after a brief rustling of clothes I felt a part of myself being pulled and stretched, then filled with an inexplicable feeling of warmth and comfort. That sensation doubled a moment later as two large, soft...somethings...began to push into that part of me which Leola was tugging on. Though I suspected I knew what they might be, I did not need to wait long to have my suspicions confirmed.
“What do you think?” Leola asked as she looked over me. She had removed her top and now all that covered her chest was a sturdy looking pink and purple bra with red lace. My eyes widened as I both saw her nipples harden, poking into the fabric of the bra and at the same time, the sensation of the same poking into me! “I think you're a perfect fit!”
I began to wriggle frantically, but all that accomplished was causing Leola to shiver in delight as the feel of her arousal pushed even harder into my fabric. “Oh I can’t wait to get the rest of you on!” She purred and grabbed a hold of me by what I felt was yet more red lace. I was picked up, but rather than being lifted I was instead dropped down towards the floor, given a clear view of her lack of underwear as my friend lifted one leg. “Since you never actually got my clothes cleaned, I figure this kills two birds with one stone.” I squirmed as her toes pushed through my body then wiggled their way out through one of two openings underneath me. She pulled me halfway up her leg, the sensation of being stretched nearly overwhelming even before the second leg lifted to push yet another foot through the remaining hole.
If I still had a mouth, I truly do not know if I would have screamed in terror or delight when she pulled me up to her firm asscheeks. The feeling of being pulled out and over those soft mountains of flesh was so unlike anything I had ever felt before! And that, too, paled in comparison to the otherworldly sensation of having what had at one point been my face pulled so tightly into Leola’s pussy that I could feel myself creasing ever so slightly into her already dampened folds. Yet even as all of my body was overwhelmed with pleasures and tingles the like of which I still haven't found the words to convey, all I could do was what I had been doing up until now and wriggle.
Leola gasped as my fabric-y body pulled tight and began to vibrate, rubbing at her nipples and sex. She reached down, at first I thought to pull me away, but instead she pressed me deeper, forcing my already taut body to stretch as I was shoved inside her quivering opening.
“Naughty girl! I just got a clean pair of panties!” Despite her words, the lioness seemed utterly disinterested in stopping either of us from stimulating her further. “And here I was thinking you wanted me to turn you back!” I felt a pang of sudden panic, but all that did was make me vibrate faster, driving Leola to gasp and pant, massaging her ‘me’ encased breast with her free hand as squirts of fluid began to soak through my lower self.
It didn’t take long at all for Leola to be sent rocketing over the edge, her yowls echoing around the house as my lowerself was utterly drenched in her juices. My upper body, meanwhile, didn’t fare much better from being soaked as she gasped and rubbed the sweat from her brow onto my top before collapsing into a growing puddle on the floor of the sewing room. “Well…” Leola pantted, slowly sliding me down her slick thighs before kicking me to the floor where I landed with a faint splat. “That was fun! But… Seems I’m out of clean underwear again. Oh well.”
I internally groaned as my top was pulled back over her head and used to carefully pick me up without her having to dirty her already glistening fingers. The whole wild event had been truly incredible, but I was more than ready for her to stop messing around and turn me back. Unfortunately that didn’t seem to be what Leola had planned as I realized with a growing sense of alarm that she was carrying me back to the washing machine! “Well I’d love to keep you as my favorite set of underwear, but if you can’t control yourself I might just have to invest in a freezing spell for normal wear.” The lioness giggled before tossing me on top of the rest of the dirty garments. “Though I guess I don’t actually know if you’re ‘washer safe’ yet…”
The door slammed and locked and as the world once again began to spin I heard Leola’s voice floating in from outside. “Yeah, come to think of it, you’d make for much better lingerie!”
The spinning increased rapidly as the sound of the dial being increased to its maximum setting was drowned out by the roar of the machine.
The End
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