Sarah was distraught as she threw article after article of clothing from her large closet onto the floor. Skirts, dresses, jumpers, and more flew onto that pile. None of them seemed to satisfy Sarah, and Sam knew why. They were all last years styles and there hadn’t been a chance for the two to go shopping for her voluptuous friend yet.
“Ahh” a sound of pure frustration filled Sarah’s voice as she threw the last of her clothes to the ground. Yes they were good enough for day to day use, but this was different. Sarah had been one of the lucky few to get an invite to the new 180x club, and she wanted ot look the part. But for Sarah she had nothing to wear.
“Sam” her friend turned to her “do you have anything?”
Same didn’t have to think much about it. She was thin and tall, her friend shorter and more voluptuous. “Not really” But maybe she though in her head
“Well thanks” Sarah sounded defeated, she started to search on her phone for a clothing store that would fit her, even though both knew all the stores with her size were too far away. Sam felt bad, her friend loved going to clubs and this was going to be her event. She swallowed her hesitation and started up.
“I might have an idea” Sarah’s head shot up immediately as she focused all her intention on her friend as she quickly became hopeful. A warmth spread through Sam, glad she might be able to help, which gave her the confidence to reveal one of her weird secrets.
“So you know that thing I keep avoiding talking about?”
“Yeah, but I’m not sure I follow.”
“So hear me out. Remember that time I dropped a brick on my foot, and we were all like ‘oh no you have to go to the hospital’? Well I wasn’t crushed, but more like smashed down.”
Her friend just sat down next to Sam on the bed, not really understanding what was being said, but trusting Sam that it was ll part of her plan.
“Well you see, I didn’t get hurt. It’s more like I turn into a rubbery mass. It’s not permanent either, and after a few weeks I should be back to normal too, provided I’m not messed with further.”
“Aww” Sarah hugged her friend, aware that Sam had just shared one of her secrets. “But I still don’t understand how you being ‘Ms. Invincible’ will help me get an outfit.” Butterflies filled Sam’s stomach, ready with the big reveal.
“I will be your dress.”
The dumbfounded look her friend gave her made it so worth it for Sam, allowing her to see the shock slowly fade from Sarah’s face as joy took its place.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god” Sarah shouted out, hopping up and down before flopping on her friend repeating “thank you” over and over again. As the girl calmed down a little and regained her composure, she asked “So how is this going to work. Am I like going to have to climb into your mouth or something?”
“No silly, although I would love to see that if it wasn’t me on the receiving end of it. Instead, we just need to flatten me. Then you can use one of those spare dye packs you’ve used in the past to dye some of your clothes on me. After you can go pick out a pattern from the store, and then you can use your mother’s sowing machine to make the perfect dress!”
“Yes!” her friends voice was filled with excitement. But as bubbly as Sarah was even she realized what her friend was doing for her. “Are you sure Sam?” Sarah questioned Sam carefully. “I mean, won’t you be stuck as my dress for a bit?”
“It’ll be fine” Sarah responded with a false bravado. “What’s the worse that can happen? I hug my friends body for a day or two, doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Thanks again Sam! Now lets get to the laundry room, I have the perfect Idea.”
She began to nearly drag Sam out of the room, so excited she was.
Sam was nearly dragged down the hall, Sarah’s excitement making her oblivious to her friends ability to keep up. Down the stairs they went, and around the corner was where they finally arrived at their destination. A large, white tiled laundry room with a long folding table at the center. At one end of the table sat a device that Sam had never seen before. Two rollers, stacked one on top of the other, with barely a gap between them, with a classic crank attached to the top roller.
“Tada!” Sarah had brought them directly to the device, which Sam finally realized was an old school clothing wringer. “Okay, so lie on the table and I’’ll twist the crank.” Sam obediently followed her friends command, only stopping for a moment to remove her clothes before lying hesitantly down on the freezing clod metal surface.
Sam started to get cold feet, and not from the table. All this was a little too much, she wanted to call it off. But a look at her friend and how happy she was kept her objections in place.
“All ready Sam?” Sarah asked, lightly inserting her friends toes into the rollers. Thankfully for Sam, she didn’t look up to see the nervous look in her friends face and could only hear her agreement. Not wanting to wait another moment she jumped on the handle like a predator and started to turn it around and around.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
The old device clicked away as the rollers began to spin. They greedily grabbed onto Sam’s toes, pulling them in right away. The rollers didn’t budge an inch as they worked, pulling Sam in inch by inch. On the other side she started to come out, toes and feet pressed wide and thin, only a few millimeters thick. Sarah took a moment to inspect the result.
“Wow, you really can be flattened” she commented out as she rubbed her index and thumb across the flattened right foot. A bark of laughter could be heard from Sam.
“Ahh, enough, that tickles” she cried out, visible tears filled her face.
“Fine” commented Sarah jokingly as she returned to her task at hand. With the promise of success so much closer she began to really crank the machine faster, pulling her friend through with rapid speed.
For Sam the experience was much different. The moment the rollers passed over her toes thei bones nearly liquefied from the pressure. Oh god was all she could think, as the rollers greedily pulled at her feet, crushing them thinner and thinner. A numbing pulsing filled her flattened feet, as if the crushed mess they were was trying to tell her how bad the idea was. It hurt Sam so much that tears began to stream down her face. The rollers stopped moving, maybe Sarah had noticed her friends discomfort?
“Wow, you really can be flattened” Sarah commented.
“Ahh, enough, that tickles.” Sam forcefully retorted as her friend had been dragging her fingers up and down her sensitive skin. She was worried her friend would look up, and notice what she was going through, but Sarah didn’t pause for a moment. Excitedly, Sarah took hold of the handle once again and began to spin it, double speed this time. All Sam could do was brace herself against the pain of the rollers.
CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK
The found filled Sam’s head as inch by painful inch the rollers greedily processed her into a rubbery, girl shaped sheet on the other side. Ankles, knees, thighs, hips, belly all slowly consumed in the rollers march. Not even a pause for her smallish chest, whatever didn’t fit immediately in the roller was dragged up towards her shoulders. The tips pinched painfully onto her shoulders. Not even her head was spared the awful treatment, exploding outwardly like a large pancake and even managing to pull her tongue out in the process.
The rollers held Sam up for a moment by the tip of her head before carelessly releasing her into an uncontrolled fall, which Sam realized she was powerless to stop. She crumpled into the ground, folding onto herself numerous times before she finally came to a halt. Sarah, indifferent to her friends powerlessness, grabbed Sam by the peak of her head, pulling her up to eye level. “Sam, look at you!” she exclaimed, her eyes absorbing every inch of her friends new form. She sampled her friends thickness, but she didn’t look satisfied. “Just a few more times to go Sam”
'Uhh' was all Sam could think in annoyance, no longer capable o speaking from her flattened lips. True to her word, it took Sarah four more passes to get Sam to a fabric like thickness. Four painful passes for Sam as she was squelched, folded, squelched, and folder some more till she was a tanish 6 x 4 sheet of rubbery girl.
“Sam, you look perfect. So what’s next?” Sarah asked her friend, only to realize that she wasn’t able to move, let alone speak. “Oh right. Squashing you would do that would’t it. So the next step would be … bleaching right? Can’t use the dyes on a tan sheet now can I” Sarah was holding Sam up by the corners as she talked, slowly marching her way over to the washing machine.
Can’t be any worse than the roller Sam thought to herself as she was being carried over to a nearby washing machine. Carefully she was placed into the machine, her friend making sure to place her face side up.
“Ok Sam, it’s just going to be 30 minutes then at the next step, I’ll go the store and I’ll be right back. Wait for me ok?” she didn’t wait for a response this time as she closed the door with a click. Sarah wandered back and fourth for a bit before taking a few jugs and pouring them into the machine.
Hopefully this goes better than the wringer Sam thought to herself as the latch lock slammed shut, signaling the start of the wash. The sound of flowing water could be heard behind the flattened girl as water began to slowly leak in
COLD blasted across Sam’s mind as the freezing cold water began to pass over her. She started to shiver, surprisingly in her state, as she cursed her friend for their lack of consideration in not using hot water. Not that it would matter as the machine’s motor began to spin the drum a full 180 degrees before gravity took over and pulled the girl off.
SMACK
Whoa thought Sam before she was falling again
SMACK
Again and again the machine spun and then her water logged body would fall again, smacking into the bottom of the drum. Um and down, back and fourth. The pounding wasn’t stopping, but Sam knew it wasn’t the end of it. A weird task began to settle of the exposed form of her tongue, something that brought back memories of when she was eight.
Bleh, soap? She thought out as she had forgotten about that. The taste didn’t diminish either, attacking her tongue more forcefully as suds began to well up around the rubber sheet. Her open eyes began to burn and the taste of soap grew worse, all while the humming machine tossed her around and around
mmmh was really all that was passing through Sams mind at the moment, with the last ten minutes or so ensuring there was little left of it. It took her a minute, but as the world finally started to stop spinning she could truly appreciate her predicament. For Sam, she was basically trapped within her own body, soaking in the ice cold water that was mixed with this awfully tasting soap. It was even starting to sting the rest of her body? That was a confusing thing to Sam as the rest of her body began to burn, the soap greedily biting at her entire form as if she was burning.
I hope this is over soon. The girl thought to herself as the stinging sensation grew, biting painfully at her flesh and causing Sam to flinch when it got particularly bad. Alright, next is the rinse cycle and then a spin cycle and all done right? But the moment she tried to forget about the pain it finally hit her as to what was going on, although she should have been fully prepared for it. BLEACH! The stinging was growing worse with each passing second, causing black dots to mark the edges of Sam’s vision. The acidic liquid, with it’s devilish tiny teeth was taking microscopic bites out of her, stealing away bits and pieces of Sam. The pain grew even worse, all Sam could feel was the burning as the black edges of her vision closed in and the world went peaceful.
--Some time later--
Sam awoke, aware that everything had stopped. She was just sitting in the washing machine, still damp but no longer suffering from the attack of this damn machine. Time passed slow for Sam, the cold water that still soaked her making her acutely aware of that. But then her friends face popped into view and the door clicked open.
“Hey Sam, hope you had a good wash” Sarah commented to hear cleaned friend.
No I didn’t! Thank you for asking Sam thought grumpily back.
“What do you think, pretty good right?” Sarah asked while holding up a mirror. There, right where Sam should have been was a white sheet, with no defining features to look at. “So next up we have the dye, have fun” She threw in a deep red packet into the washer and closed the door without another thought, locking her friend into a round two with the washer when she was well and truly already beat.
Up and down, left and right Sam would spin once more. She was flung about in a sea of red, warm water, her body immediately started drinking in the dye which started wrapping around little bits of her essence, hocking her into a nice rouge color, not that Sam was noticing. Sarah’s face would occasionally appear in the window, observing her friend’s ordeal oblivious to what Sam was actually feeling. Sam didn’t black out this time, which means she got to experience the full power of the spin cycle.
What thought Sam, confused when she stopped falling during the spin and suddenly did a full loop around the drum. Faster and faster she spun, sending her world into a vibrant swirl of color. The centrifugal force started to kick in, as every drop of water within Sam began to squirm through her like thousands on tiny worms. Eventually, once all the water had been wrung free of her, the machine began to spin down, ending her final trip through the device.
“Oh my god, Sam! You look perfect!” Shouted Sarah with glee, holding her soggy friend up by two tips as she inspected the material for her new dress. Sam noticed her friend no longer looked her in the face as she talked, probably unable to identify where it once was. “Look at yourself” Sarah exclaimed as she held up her sheet in front of a full length mirror.
Oh wow thought Sam as she saw an unrecognizable sheet of lovely red, obviously herself. Butterflies danced once again in her stomach as her nerves started to speak once more. Although there was no going back for Sam, she hoped a little it was. But deep down she knew there was no way to stop her friend.
“Let’s hang you up to dry then” with that Sam was brought over to a set up drying line and was promptly draped over it. Sarah clipped little weights to the bottom, ensuring the sheet wouldn’t wrinkle or shrink overnight. “Thanks again Sam, hope you don’t mind staying over tonight. Sleep well!” she said as she left the room, clicking the lights off in the process.
Night Sam thought to herself sarcastically, feeling the clips biting painfully into her sides as well as the tautness of her new form. The pulling was unpleasant and Sam hoped she could still sleep in her new form.
--4 am--
4 am Sam thought sheepishly as she stared angrily at the red light of an led clock that sat on the shelf. It had been hours, and not a wink of sleep. The weights made it feel like someone was constantly pulling on her, and she could feel the cold water slowly dripping off of her. This dress better be worth it!
--Morning--
The lights clicked on, blinding Sam as someone walked into the room.
“Morning Sam, ready to be my new dress?” Sarah asked as she walked up to her hanging friend, unaware of the lack of sleep one of them had experienced last night. “Sleep well??”
No, now hurry up with this thing so we can get it over with. Sam answered grumpily
“Perfect” Sam responded, as if her friend had talked. “Lets get started then” she draped her friend over the folding table. In the free space at one end of the table she placed a large, old, dusty looking looking sowing machine. It was covered in dust and probably belonged to Sarah’s mother. Next, Sarah took two paper dress silhouettes, probably the pattern, and placed them over her flattened friend. One conveniently covered Sam’s face, obscuring her friends view. Sam felt and heard a few things as Sarah tried to understand the pattern. The pencil traced, the line smudged out, a few hmm and haws before Sarah gave up in frustration.
“Why are these things so complicated” exclaimed Sarah tossing aside a white pencil in frustration. “There must be an easier way” she muttered as she pulled out her phone.
There better be exclaimed Sam, frustrated that all this might be for nothing. The frustration was almost visible to Sam, annoyed to have suffered so much for her friend just to be left with nothing. Thankfully she didn’t have to think this way for long before her friend exclaimed in triumph. Quickly she pulled a thick, plastic bag from a nearby shelf and with a few quick flips shoved a folded Sam inside. The bag was closed, sealing Sam into darkness as the bag seemed to take of. They were going somewhere, and Sam didn’t know where.
--Some time later--
It might have been hours for Sam or maybe minutes, she didn’t really know for sure as she was jostled around in the bag, never really unfolding. It was almost boring, compared to what had happened before. It wasn’t like she wanted more bad things to happen to her, but being all alone in a bag was kinda boring. I wonder where we are going? Sam thought in boredom. She didn’t know what was going to happen next. Hopefully Sarah was better at improvising then sowing.
She definitely wasn’t expecting the bag to open and two calloused male hands to reach in and retrieve her.
“Let’s see what we have here.” The older man, probably in his late forties with a semi formal outfit stated to nobody as he held up Sam to inspect her.
Uh oh worried Sam, nervous as to where her friend had gone to. An unnerved feeling crept onto Sam, did this man know what she was.
“Looks good, no problems then. Let’s get started” the man placed the sheet down on the table, giving Sam a look around the room. It wasn’t particularly large, but most of the space was taken up with humanoid sewing forms along with numerous bolts of fabric.
A tailor maybe? Guessed Sam. It would make sense since he would be able to make a dress. Wait?… Couldn’t we just have ordered a dress here and not gone through all that? The stupidity of her plan hit the girl just as the tailor expertly applied the pattern, drawing ticklish lines across Sam’s skin. Oh well, at least this isn’t so bad
The tailor removed the pattern and reached over for something, the angle too steep for Sam to notice what it was. Whatever it was, it was silvery, long, and it opened in a cross like shape.
SNIP
The sound hit Sam just ad she felt her hand start to fall off the table. The scissors had, in a flash, left a cool metallic feel as they passed painlessly through her. But it wasn’t pain free as the edge throbbed, forcing Sam to be aware of every inch that was snipped off
SNIP SNIP
Chunk after chunk of her body fell away, allowing her to almost feel her outline as a hot throbbing pulse. But the tailor wasn’t aware of what he was causing , nor was he done as the scissors traced a hard strait line right through the middle of Sam, parting her chest from her legs. A wave of dizziness passed over Sam as the pain and the feeling of being in so many places at once overloaded her senses.
It’s okay Sam. It’s fine you can handle this the fabric tried to prep herself up as her two halves were reunited, with Sam’s butt ending up in her face. Just one more thing, right? The sowing machine She knew that she was before the device as a little electrical engine started to whirl up. The sound grew louder as she was being fed towards the device. The sound grew louder and louder, the humming of the motor a precursor to the main event.
Thunk
It was like a piercing, as a needle shoved strait through Sam, dragging a thread behind it. It pulled up, the thread left behind as it pulled the raw, throbbing edges of Sam’s chopped up form together into a pinched stitch. Again and again, like thousands of tiny piercings, the needle passed, seaming up the side of Sam. The process was repeated again down her other side, and on two shoulder straps, just to make sure Sam had had more than enough, or at least she thought. That’s it right? she hoped, thinking that she was finally through with this mess.
She felt two hands enter her, grabbing at the dresses straps before flicking her hard. Sam suddenly could see, with a major case of whiplash as she was flung right side out.
“Now let’s check the fit.” the tailor stated oblivious to the pain he had caused to his client. He picked up the dress by the bottom seam and approached on the forms, sliding her on one that was very curvy. The fit was tight for saw, almost too tight as she strained against the rigid form causing her to stretch out embarrassingly around what would be a persons chest and hips. In her view, the world was warped, her eyes pushed outward by the form.
“Fit looks to be correct, no for the final stretching.”
??? was what rose in Sam’s mind as the tailor reached down on the form. Suddenly the forms chest and bottom shot out an extra few inches. Sam had to pull herself in with all her might, feeling the stitching suddenly start to slowly cut into her. A moment of pause and she would burst, becoming a waste piece of fabric ready for the trash. Not that the tailor notice. He simply left the room and closed the lights, a job well done.
In the dark, alone, pulling helplessly against the unyielding form was Sam. She cursed against her friend, hated herself for opening her mouth, and hoped that she could eventually turn back.
--Friday--
They day of the dance thought Sam as the lights clicked on for the day. The tailor walked over, pulling at the fabric that had slowly relaxed over night. With a satisfied gruff he released the tension on the form, allowing Sam to finally relax after a long night. She was folded up carefully, with attention paid to make sure there were no creases, before finally being placed into a box for pickup. Finally, for the first time in two days Sam could finally relax. The tension and the anger from the last night washing out of her in a moment as the silence and darkness of the book too her.
So this is what my shirts feel like
Sarah, any day now
Sam lost track of time, with the sounds of movement being the only one around. But she was tired, oh so very tired.
Yawn she thought to herself. Hopefully Sarah comes soon
Sam being jostled snapped her right awake, and suddenly she was back in Sarah’s room. Her friend was draping her over her body, inspecting herself in the mirror. This gave same a chance to see herself truly for the first time.
There she was, a glossy, dark red, almost latex, thigh high, form fitting tight dress. And that was it, nothing more to signify the hardship she had went through. Probably could have gotten a similar one from a store for 40$. But Sarah was much more excited for her friend.
“You are going to make me look sooo perfect Sam!” Sarah twisted and turned in front of the mirror, just imagining how she would look. “Wait? Why am I waiting, lets try you on now!” she exclaimed as she pulled Sam over her head. As soon as Sam started to slide down her friend she immediately felt that the form had been a perfect size, allowing her to fit perfectly around her friend. But unlike the lifeless form, this was so much more. She slid around her friends chest, Sarah’s natural bodily oils and heat caressing her as she descended. Sam tightly fitted around her was, allowing the dress to slowly stroke her friends belly before she finally settled around her friends firm butt, locking her into place.
Not so bad after all she thought, satisfied
“Sam, you look the best” Sarah was jumping up and down, sending Sam’s head, placed firmly on her friends chest, flying up and down. The juggling of the landing sent a quiver though the entire dress. The dresses owner walked towards the mirror, each step sending another little juggle of movement out in ripples.
We do look amazing Sarah had to admit to herself. It might not be worth it to her, but it definitely had not been for nothing. She felt like the perfect dress, a custom fit for her friend. Sarah was going to look amazing, and she was helping her do her best. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
“Ready to go Sam?” Sarah asked.
Ready Sam replied, and out the door they went, friend in friend.