(Follow up to What a Relief)
(The Very Next Day)
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CANT TAKE THEM BACK YET!!!” Chrissy, still posing as Phoebe, yelled at the curator of the art gallery, who was surprisingly standing their ground firmly.
“You heard me. Until the rental contracts expire for the four relief stations you loaned us, you will not be able to have them back. You made it very clear in the contract details that under no circumstance am I to give you them back unless damaged beyond use or their contracts run out. Honestly, it concerns me that you forgot these stipulations considering you’re the one that came up with them.” The tall blonde woman said sternly, as Chrissy grumbled to herself, knowing this was some sort of collateral Phoebe had put in place in case something happened to her. That conniving bitch.
Chrissy took a deep breath and calmed herself. “Ok, fine, so I forgot. How much time is left on their contracts?”
The blonde readjusted her bifocals before speaking again, “Well you signed them over to us each for 2 years, and only two of them are pass the one year mark.”
“SERIOUSLY! I cant wait that long! I really need those relief stations back now. Please, is there anything I can do to get them back sooner?”
The business woman gave Chrissy a long look before raising an eyebrow as she remembered another part of their contract. “Well, there is one way you could get them back sooner, and if you weren’t extremely forgetful today, you would remember what that was.”
Chrissy perked up with hope, “Really? What’s that?”
“Well, in our contract, you also had an escape clause put in, that seemed rather…odd. You had a buyout added into our contracts so if you wanted to get your stations back before their contracts expired, all you would have to do is pay in the amount equal to each relief stations earnings since being installed here. I am unsure why you or anyone would be stupid enough to add such an insane stipulation to a contract, but that is the only way you will be getting your stations back today.
Chrissy had officially reached a boiling point. Of course Phoebe would try to exact some sort of last revenge on her, but nevertheless, Chrissy bit her tongue and now realized she had a dilemma. From overhearing Phoebe and Michelle talk about how much money they earned from their relief stations, she knew this would be quite an expensive buyout. So does she pay up right now, or does she hope her friends can hold out for a bit longer so they have some money to come back to after being restored.
Ultimately it wasn’t a tough decision. Chrissy wanted to have her girlfriend back. She wanted to see Sara’s face again. Plus, she figured the price would only go up if she waited longer and then decided to buy them back later still, so she might as well pay now. So Chrissy agreed to the buyout, and after verifying the money transfer was a success, the curator got some staff members to help Chrissy uninstall the four relief stations and get them loaded into a moving truck.
After a long trip back to the mansion, Chrissy had each relief station unloaded into the art room, and soon the moving crew was gone, and Chrissy was staring down four large overused relief stations. Then the next issue occurred to Chrissy. How the hell was she going to fit each station into the Reshaper? More so, how did Phoebe turn them into such large objects to begin with?
Chrissy continued to stare at the stations and then back at the machine for quite some time, trying to piece together how to transform her friends back to normal, when suddenly it dawned on her as she noticed a visible gap between Sara’s torso and her fused, square shape leg stand. “Oh, that’s interesting. So you guys don’t actually make up the entire station. Guess that answers my question on how they empty you all out each week, because I don’t see any sort of drain anywhere on you guys.”
Chrissy stepped up to the closest relief station which she assumed was Sammy, and examined her closer. Upon inspection, there were a few locking mechanisms that connected Sammy’s torso to the base of the station. Chrissy quickly unlatched all of them, and then lifted Sammy’s abbreviated body out of the stand like you would a vacuum container. Chrissy noticed that Sammy’s body had been reduced to nothing more than her head, her torso, a giant pair of boobs, and a giant ass. That was it, except for the handles strategically protruding from Sammy’s hips and shoulders. Her torso had also clearly been hollowed out and turned into a storage compartment for all of the loads that ended up filling her, and Chrissy was a bit disgusted as she saw remnants of said loads dripping from Sammy’s orifices. The art gallery didn’t even have the courtesy to empty her friends out before handing them off. What jerks!
Grossed out and trying to avoid touching the sticky substance, Chrissy accidentally lost grip of Sammy’s body and dropped her to the floor sending the white substance splashing out of her body everywhere, including on Chrissy. “EW! That is so gross! Sorry Sammy, but I can’t transform you back until I clean you up some. And that goes for the rest of you as well.” She said staring at each stations emotionless faces. “Now, where can I take four giant relief stations to be cleaned?”
Chrissy looked online for any nearby cleaning services, when she stumbled upon a familiar store name, The Handy Dandy, just like the laundromat back home in the US. “Oh wow, I didn’t realize they were international. They’d be able to help me out for sure.”
So Chloe booked an appointment for a special cleaning oh her ‘obscure’ items, and had the butlers once again load up the relief stations and ship them to the laundromat. This time they were much easier to move after being unlatched from their stands.
Once at the cleaners, Chrissy got out of the truck and was greeted at the door of the store by a chrome plated service robot. After signing some documents, Chrissy guided 4 larger robots to the back of the truck and soon, the robots had whisked away the four stations through the storefront and into a back room where they would be thoroughly drained and scrubbed by high powered machinery.
Meanwhile, closer to the front of the store, Chrissy, still masquerading as Phoebe, sat at a bench to wait for her friends to be cleaned. As she looked around the laundromat, her eyes stopped on a familiar sight. On a nearby countertop, there were piles of vacuum bags waiting to be filled by freshly cleaned clothes. “Oh my, those take me back.” She said as she approached the bags, remembering the day that changed her whole life years ago, when she first got trapped and flattened in a vacuum bag. She started fiddling with one of the bags zippers, tempting herself more and more with the idea of getting trapped in a bag again. But as tempting as it sounded, Chrissy knew that now wasn’t the time to have fun. So she simply sat down at a bench next to the bags and daydreamed about being stuck in one to pass the time.
Needless to say, Chrissy got bored really quick, as she waited for her friends to be cleaned, so as she got up and started pacing around the laundromat, she remembered something. These laundromats had a free delivery service. So Chrissy made her way over to the front counter and filled out the required shipping documents the service bot gave her for her ‘relief stations’ and soon enough, Chrissy was back on the road heading home, anxiously awaiting her friends delivery the next day.
Meanwhile, back in a hidden room in the laundromat, the robots that were carrying the four relief stations finally reached their destination; a giant conveyor system that led through multiple giant pieces of machinery that were already hard at work cleaning other obscure items. Without delay, the robots tossed the stations onto the starting conveyor belt, and slowly they began to make their way towards the first machine that had multiple robotic arms awaiting their new subjects.
The first station to be grabbed by the arms was Sammy, and without hesitation, the arms clamped around the relief station’s hips and yanked it high into the air above the conveyor belt. Once up in the air, another arm with a scanner scanned Sammy’s hollow body inside and out, which was the necessary first step in order to determine what the object is and identify how to go about cleaning it. After the scan was done, the arm retracts, and the arms holding Sammy up pull her back down to the conveyor belt and let her proceed on to the next stop in her cleaning.
As Sammy’s body moved forward into the next machine, which was a giant, completely sealed container, a voice came through the compartment, “Object classification: Sexual Relief Unit; Condition: Poor; Preparing Object for Full Restoration and Repair Services.”
Once the voice ended, the machine that Sammy was in made several loud hissing noises, before a mist came shooting out of the surrounding walls, into the room, filling it completely, and making Sammy impossible to see through the fog. As the mist filled the room, it enveloped every part of Sammy’s Relief station body, even finding its way inside her hollow shell through her oversized lips at both ends of her body. Then, as the machine stopped spraying mist, the temperature in Sammy’s room increased, which activated the agents that laid dormant in the mist. These agents were powerful cleaning solutions that, once activated, were guaranteed to leave the object 100% disinfected, and clear of any imperfections that may have existed on the surface of the object.
So after awhile soaking in the antiseptic mist, a ding rang through the machinery, declaring Sammy’s body disinfected, and ready for the next phase of restoration, allowing the next relief station in line to move into the cleaning chamber behind her.
As Sammy moved to the next phase, it was noticeable that her overused body was much cleaner now. From her giant breasts all the way back to her massive butt, her entire rigid surface looked perfectly smooth, and glistened in the dim lighting of the factory. On top of looking good on the outside, Sammy’s inside was also much cleaner now, devoid of the many dried up loads that were left in her from her final customers at the art gallery.
Sammy now looked almost like a brand new plastic relief station. But as her body moved onto the third phase of restoration, it was clear the machine still saw room for improvement, as just like the first machine, several arms came shooting out of the walls towards her body. However, unlike the first phase, only one of the arms grabbed ahold of her waist, and instead of lifting the station up in the air, it locked the object down to the metal grating that appeared below it. Meanwhile, the other arms that appeared in the room were holding multiple different items to help smooth out any blemishes and repair the damaged relief station. The first mechanical arms that approached Sammy’s body had what resembled hot glue guns, as they probed the helpless relief station, looking for any cracks or chips in its surface to fill. Slowly, the arms moved from her backside to her mouth, filling every damaged portion of the object’s surface with a plastic material that closely resembled its current pale complexion, while carefully avoiding filling the stations orifices with the material.
Then, once every crack was filled, which there was a surprising amount of, the arms with the glue guns retracted, and the arms that were on standby with the buffers began their assault on Sammy’s body. Each of the five mechanical arms with the buffers took responsibility for a different section of Sammy’s body. As one worked hard on her head and face, another two were attacking her gigantic ass, while two others were tasked with smoothing out her giant tits.
Minutes flew by, and finally a familiar ding rang through the machine, signaling phase 3 was complete for Sammy. The buffers slowed to a stop and moved back into the walls of the machine while the arm that held Sammy down, retracted as well, allowing Sammy’s body to continue on the conveyor belt towards the final stage of her restoration. Though Sammy’s body still had the same general appearance that she had prior to entering the machinery, gone were the features that made her even remotely resemble Sammy. What now progressed down the conveyor belt, was a generic looking tan Relief Station, lacking any sign of humanity. Any feature that had any color to it was gone, buffered into oblivion in phase 3. Sammy’s hair - gone; Eyes - gone; Even her lips had been buffered so much that they had been smoothed out completely, making Sammy’s face nothing more than a perfectly smooth, blank surface. Sammy truly resembled an inanimate relief station now, and she was quickly approaching the last stage in her ‘restoration’ as said object.
The final stage of the process was the inspection and recalibration stage, and as Sammy entered the last chamber, she immediately was forced through a giant mechanical ring that contained a purple latex film. As Sammy’s body made contact with the purple material, her motion was slowed by the resistance the film created, but nevertheless, Sammy’s body pressed forward, distorting the rubber film around her head as she pressed harder and harder into the film. After her round head was completely coated by the purple latex, Her breasts and torso were next, as the rubber clung to the smooth surface of her body. Then with one final push, Sammy’s body slipped completely through the latex film with a soft ‘Plop!’, and out the other side came a perfect rubber coated purple relief station. Upon being enveloped by the purple rubber and delivered to its final step in the restoration process, the purple relief station was greeted by one last mechanical arm, that swung down above its giant purple rear, and began engraving a serial number into Sammy’s backside. The engraving simply read “Unit RS002”.
And just like that, The relief station moved forward on the conveyor belt through an opening in the wall of the room it was in, and was dropped into a padded container. A service bot came over to the container and sealed it shut, before moving the container over to their delivery room to await delivery with the three other relief units that were to be restored behind her. One by one, the three other relief stations, which were now color coated Red, Blue, and Yellow, were packaged up and place alongside Sammy in the delivery room, waiting helplessly to be shipped back to Chrissy.