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Opening this month! Laun-Dream is a high-tech laundromat with the cutting edge of cleaning machinery! Wash, Repair, Tailor, Dry Clean, and more all in our completely automated system. Your clothes will feel brand new again!
Violet passed by the poster as she jogged, and laughed. It was far from the first time she had seen it, in fact it seemed as if the ads had been plastered on just about every wall and billboard in the nearby city blocks. But every time she saw it, she couldn't help herself...
'Laun-Dream?' She thought to herself as she laughed again. 'That technology cost how much to develop, and they didn't want to give it a less cheesy name?'
She hadn't bought into the hype around the new cleaners. Lots of other people were caught up in the promise of a full-service, completely automated system. But for Violet? She didn't get why would people get so invested in laundry?
That being said, it drew her attention to how hot it was today, and how sweaty her sports bra and running tights had gotten. 'I'll have to wash these this weekend' she acknowledged to herself. 'That being said, that new place is nearby... maybe I should at least check it out.'
She turned at the first intersection, and continued jogging for just over a half mile before she turned a corner and saw the brightly-colored balloons marking the opening of the laundromat.
As she ran up to the door, Violet reached for the handle, only to get startled as the door swung open by itself. She instinctively took a small hop-step back as the door almost hit her in the face, and a woman walked out. Violet thought she was beautiful. She had the kind of face that you could get lost in, framed with long blonde hair, and she had a figure that would make most models jealous. Violet's own curves had always been a little flat, but it didn't bother her, at least most of the time it didn't. The two stared at each other for a brief second as the door swung back shut.
The mystery woman spoke first. "Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't see you coming up! I didn't hit you with the door did I?"
"Oh, no it's all fine, just a bit surprised is all." Violet laughed. "I'm more surprised that for all of their talk of automation they still have a manual door. I'm Violet, by the way."
The woman laughed in turn, "I'm Avery." before cheekily adding "You know, I'm sure you can find a complaint board inside that would tell them to correct the oversight."
"I'll be sure to take a look," replied Violet. They talked for a minute or so more before Avery left, and Violet made her into the building itself.
The first thing she noticed was how small the place was. It couldn't be larger than her living room. And while it was well-designed in that sleek, modern tech style, there wasn't much in the way of furniture. In fact, all she saw was a small kiosk along the back wall with some kind of tablet at the top, and just to the left of it a large top-loading washing machine with a slightly-ajar lid. She looked over the tablet. It helpfully loaded a main menu, and she idly scanned through the options. "Drop-off, delivery options, services provided..." She spent enough time to familiarize herself with the options, but she didn't exactly have anything to drop off now. Nothing she was willing to run home without anyways.
She walked over to the laundry machine, and lifted the lid. She was surprised to see that the machine was completely hollow on the inside, it didn't even have a floor, just a plastic tube that curved back towards the wall and disappeared into the darkness. That wasn't to say it was empty though, it had a few decorative edges on the sides to make it look like a washing machine. The most surprising thing she found though, was the laundry bag hanging on one of those edges a few feet into the machine.
"Someone must have dropped it in without realizing it was stuck," Violet mused to herself, before jumping to the logical conclusion that it must have been Avery. She decided to help her out and push the clothes in. "Seriously... Did they not think this place through at all? Who would put decorations in the chute where people's clothes could get stuck?" The more she thought about it, the more about this place seemed like it wasn't exactly as smart as it was advertised to be.
After looking around the room to make sure there was no broomstick she could use to reach the bag, she sighed and leaned forward, going onto her toes to try and reach down into the chute. She reached forward, only to realize that the bag was a tantalizing few inches out of reach. She leaned forward, pulling off her feet slightly as she tried to reach it.
"Just a little more..." she was just barely able to graze the fabric with her fingers, without getting purchase. "... so close..." She let out a breath, leaning forward even more as she was finally able to get a hand around the bag. "... gotcha, now just have to ..."
She didn't even realize she was falling until her feet had fully flipped above her. The weight of the bag had been enough to pull her clean over the edge, and tumbling with the bag. She barely even had time to register her shock as she slid along the smooth plastic before she saw light appearing in the tunnel and she landed with a hard *THUD* on top of the bag of clothing she had just so helpfully sent into the chute.
Violet's head was cloudy as she got her bearings, but she leaned forward, collecting herself. She felt like she had to be hallucinating.
All around her, conveyor belts criss-crossed in all directions. They ran through the air like a spider web, carrying clothes, fabrics, and all assortment of things she couldn't recognize. Around her, the thrum of machinery at work made for a metallic symphony. They were far too large to be simple washers or dryers or sewing machines, but their purposes seemed fairly clear. What was not clear, was how she could get out of there.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the floor beneath her suddenly jolted and started to move. She was on a conveyor belt! She shuffled over to the edge of the narrow belt, making to move off, and stopping herself just short as she looked over the edge and saw she was at least a few dozen feet off the ground!
She scrambled back, shocked, and looked around. "Hello! Help! I've fallen into the chute!" Her voice didn't so much as echo around the chamber as much as it was swallowed up by the din of the machinery. "Right... fully automated. No people."
She looked forward along the belt, trying to find a place she could hop off. She saw about that a bit in front of her was a small metallic archway, with various cameras and sensors hanging off of it. It seemed to be scanning the passing clothes, and marking a few of them. But she didn't care, because beyond that she saw that there was a catwalk only a few feet away from the belt she was on!
"Okay, just need to hop off there, find a way out, and then lodge a real complaint about this place."
The bag of Avery's clothes approached the scanning device, and small robotic arms reached out from the device to the bag, separating each piece of clothing out and scanning it. A small screen on the side of the archway wrote up a profile for each clothing, as a monotone artificial voice called out the same descriptions. "Item: Bra. Owner: Avery. Procedure: Delicates wash." A pair of jeans that followed got a "Item: Jeans. Owner: Avery. Noted tear in fabric. Procedure: Repair and wash." The jeans were then fitted with a small blue tag that said "Repair" on the side.
One by one the items went through the machine. One by one they were tagged and sorted. Violet had no idea how the machine would react to her, but she couldn't access the catwalk any other way, and part of her hopped it would recognize a human being and stop the machinery, or at the very least alert someone.
When she passed through the machine though, it called out "Separating clothing." Violet felt something hard grab her by the waist and lift her off the belt! A robotic arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, while others reached towards her. She tried to resist, but the arms were far too strong to push against. The first two reached for her feet, and pulled off her running shoes and socks. Another two pulled at her sports bra, others at her pants.
"Hey, what are you doing!? I'm a person! Human! Stop function!" Violet didn't exactly expect a response but it was better than doing nothing. The machine ignored her, removing all of her clothing piece by piece until Violet was dropped unceremoniously, naked, back onto the belt.
She was blushing furiously, trying to cover her chest and crotch as best she could, but all of the cameras made her feel so exposed.
"You stupid machine! I'm going to see you get dismantled for this!" She looked for her clothes, only to see them already having gone through the scanner, with pink tags attached to them. As her sports bra went through the machine noted it as "Item: Sports bra. Owner: Avery. Note, improper size. Procedure: Wash and retailor." Before a pink "Retailor" tag was added to the bra.
Violet had a half-second of wondering if she should crawl away, but the catwalk was right on the other side, as were her clothes. She instead crawled through the machine, expecting the machine to just give an error message.
As she passed through, the machine scanned her. "Error, item does not match known item profiles" it called out, and Violet swore she could hear confusion in the emotionless monotone.
"Yeah, funny isn't it? I've been trying to tell you that!" Violet said, more anger flushing her tone.
The voice didn't respond to the barb, instead it just "Item: Pending Designation. Owner: Avery. Note, significant retailor required. Procedure: Wash, reprocessing, and retailor."
"What!?" Violet called out, fuming. She turned away from the catwalk back towards the machine. "I'm sorry, none of that is accurate, I-" she felt a small pinch in her ear, turning to see a robotic arm retreating, and something dangling from her earlobe. She couldn't see it, but in the reflective metal she saw a purple tag hanging off her right earlobe like a hoop earring! She tried to take it off, but it just earned her a wince of pain as her earlobe protested.
"Great, now I'll have to cut this off later too..." she grumbled to herself. She nearly forgot about the catwalk, turning around to see it next to her. 'Stop taunting the machine and go!' she stood up to her feet, collecting herself to jump. But before she could, she heard an alarm blare and the belt in front of and beneath her dropped! The belt suddenly angled downwards at a steep incline, and Violet lost her footing to jump as instead she tumbled onto the rubber belt.
She let out a panicked yell as she fell, and even more so when she fell off of the front edge of the belt and she went into a free fall! Below her was a massive opening to some machine, churning with water. She barely had time to right herself before she fell into the water with a *SPLASH.* It was warm, at least, but Violet focused on getting out of the water. She broke the surface with a a gasp, and a gargle. The water tasted bizarrely soapy, and it left an acrid taste on her mouth she tried, and failed, to spit out.
"Where did this stupid thing dump me?" She asked the air as she looked up to see other clothing dropping in, all with pink or purple tags. She was in what looked like a massive drum, and as she treaded water various clothing items floated around her and brushed against her skin like fish in the ocean. It almost looked like...
"A washing machine!?" Violet half-coughed the exclamation. She swam over to the sides, trying to find some ladder out of the machine. All she heard was a buzzer go off, and the water around her started to churn. "Uh oh..." she called as she was suddenly caught in a current which started to spin her around the center of the machine, where a massive agitator was churning the water beneath her. She tried to swim up, but she was pulled underwater by the currents, thrown and tossed about like one of the many pieces of fabric caught up in the tide with her. She heard through the churning an automated voice call out. "Adding remodel-strength fabric softener."
Soon, the suds in the water around her grew even thicker, and her skin began to tingle as this new chemical was added to her whirlpool prison. She felt the chemicals touch her skin, and almost seep into her like some kind of bone-deep massage. It was actually, against all odds, relaxing. Her muscles seemed to untense, relax. The exhaustion caused her to simply go with the tide of the machine, unable to summon the strength in her relaxed muscles to resist too strongly.
After an amount of time she couldn't even begin to guess at, Violet heard the buzzer go off, and heard water start to drain from the machine.
'Thankfully that's over...' Violet thought to herself. She once again looked around for the exit, before realizing that the water was not just training out of the machine, a number of chutes had opened at the bottom of the washing machine, and she was heading straight towards one! She tried to kick and swim away, but she was caught up in a number of other clothes, and so she was sucked downwards, through yet another tunnel and onto another conveyor belt.
"I'm getting real sick of being tossed around like some rag!" Violet called out. But she was grateful to finally be out of the water. She wanted to crawl around, but she was still feeling lethargic after the wash cycle. It was a bizarre sensation, beyond being tired, her muscles felt, spongy. She experimentally pushed a finger into one of her arms, and was shocked to see the muscle pushing in on itself like memory foam.
She couldn't even begin to process what that meant. Instead she looked up to see what was coming up on the belt, just in time to see as two more robotic hands grabbed her by the wrists, lifting her off the belt. She yelled at the machines, but they seemed just as responsive this time as they had every other time. It didn't even warn her what was coming, instead it just pulled her along until she was dangling above a new machine. This one, at least what she could see of it, was a massive set of metal rollers, like some giant laundry wringer!
That certainly reignited Violet's urge to resist. She tried to kick her legs away, but she could do nothing as the hands slowly lowered her towards the rollers. What would these things even do to her? She didn't even want to think of what would happen if she was put inside!
But after only a few seconds, she felt the tips of her toes touch the cold metal, and the two hungry rollers greedily pulled in her toes. Violet braced herself for the pain, but none came. Instead she just felt pressure on her toes. If anything, she was surprised to admit to herself, it actually felt kind of nice. She felt as if her feet were getting the greatest deep-tissue massage of her life. It was a great feeling, if it didn't come with the fact that it was at the hands of this machine!
Inch by inch she was lowered into the machine. She still felt her feet, but they somehow felt both loose and stiff at the same time. Her shins passed through, her thighs. She had to restrain a moan as her pussy was fed to the rollers, giving her one of the most sensual sensations of her life. Her stomach, her chest. All fed to the machine. All undergoing that same massage. Soon enough, only her head was left outside the wringer, and she was so overwhelmed with sensation that she could barely focus on it as it happened.
As her head passed through, it had the same immense pressure, as she felt her entire head almost squeeze together in the best way possible. She wanted to let out a gasp, before realizing that she couldn't make any sounds. But after a shorter time than she expected, her head was through. She was laying flat on a metallic surface, unable to move except for the smallest of twitches.
"Wh- what happened to me?" Violet thought, trying to collect herself from the ocean of sensation of the past minute. Looking up, well all she could do was look up without the ability to move her neck, she saw a metallic surface, which gave her just enough of a view to see her reflection.
It felt impossible, but she looked completely flat! She looked like a flattened cutout of herself, she couldn't be more than half an inch thick. "How is this possible? Why- what?" Violet had a million questions, but she felt the platform underneath her start to angle upwards, causing her flattened body to slide down, and she heard the familiar sound of wringers beneath her.
"Oh no, not again!" She thought to herself as her feet were fed into the next set of rollers, and she was flattened even further.
Violet was fed into the next wringer. And the next. And the next. Over and over she was flattened even further, and she felt her shape start to distort. She was long past being able to move even a single muscle, and so all she could do was try to enjoy the massaging pressure.
When she was finally out of the final wringer, she could barely believe what she saw in the reflection above her. She was now a flattened rectangle, that looked like some kind of fabric roll. None of her features were left, other than the color of her skin which made up the entire square! The only feature that was out of place was the tag that was, annoyingly, somehow still attached to her ear. Or rather, now it was her upper right corner.
She could still see and hear, in fact all of her senses were still there, despite no longer having eyes or ears to sense with.
"How is anyone going to recognize me like this?" Violet thought, trying to find some way out of this. "What is the point, what is this even going to do to me?"
She felt as something clipped onto her feet, and lifted her upside-down into the air. She was being lifted into the next step of whatever insane process she was trapped in. As she was dragged through the air, she realized how light she was now as the air blowing past her was enough to make her flutter in the wind. She was light as a breeze now.
"This is not how I wanted to lose weight..."
Beneath her, she heard a new machine whir to life. She couldn't even see it. But she felt that accursed tag get snipped from her ear, so it was immediately her favorite machine. That thought lasted only a few seconds before the emotionless monotone informed her of "Separating fabric."
She felt as small grooves started to pull at the top of her head, or the top of the sheet she now was, and begin to pull her apart. She would have thought that was impossible, but this day had proved to her she didn't know the meaning of that word.
The machine beneath her started to pull her sheet-body into small strings, as if unweaving her. As her face was un-strung, her world went dark as her eyes were pulled into small strings.
This left her in a world of nothing but pure, unfiltered, touch and sensation. Her entire body was pulled into tiny strings, and the sensation along them was multiplied a thousand-fold. Every inch of her body thrummed with the pulse of the machine, and it was so erotic it made her want to scream. But there was no noise for her, only the feeling of her body being played like a thousand violins all at once. The machine running the violin's bow along every fiber of her being, quite literally.
When she was fully pulled apart, she felt as the strings of her body were passed through some kind of spray, or aerosol, or shower. She couldn't tell. All she could feel that her body passed through a million pools of liquid. Each strand that did greedily absorbed it, permeating it into her body like an endless ocean of tattoo ink. Violet mentally squirmed from the pleasure, from the overwhelming feelings of it all.
And then she felt her body coming together again. Strands of her being being woven, stitched, interlaced. Her body was being reformed! She was ecstatic for that, and she could only hope this was finally going to bring her back to normal. But those thoughts didn't last long, as the feeling of her entire body being interwoven, rubbing herself in an endless cycle, was too much. The feelings and pleasure reached a crescendo, and Violet blacked out...
When Violet woke up, she had no idea how much time had passed. Her vision came back to her, and she realized she could see again! She instinctively went to stretch her muscles, before realizing that she still couldn't move.
"What happened? Where am I now?" She started to think through the groggy haze. She felt that her body was touching some kind of cold, hard surface, but she couldn't tell what it was. She also felt like her body was curved in a strange way, but that was so difficult to tell now. She knew where her "face" was, but beyond that her entire body had been unwoven and rewoven so thoroughly her body seemed to blend together into one, seamless mass.
Her vision was locked directly forwards, she couldn't move her eyes or even blink. But in her peripheral vision, she saw something familiar, her running clothes! Her sports bra and running tights were on a nearby mannequin, but they looked different. The mannequin was much more curvy than Violet herself, but the clothes seemed to fit it perfectly. More than perfectly, as if they were built for the mannequin.
"At least I found my clothes, not that it helps me right now."
A small camera passed by the mannequin, and scanned the bra in a familiar way. "Item: Sports bra. Owner: Avery. Procedure: Wash and retailor complete. Item cleared for delivery." It said the same about her tights. Around her, she saw her shoes and her panties, but then she saw another unfamiliar item which caught her attention.
Directly in front of her, was a mannequin wearing a set of light purple lace panties. She didn't recognize the pair, but they were cute. They had an intricate lace pattern with a floral motif, and a small purple bow at the top. Why were they near the rest of her stuff?
Then she saw the shimmering light reflected off of the metallic surface of the machine directly in front of her. Wait, if that was a reflection, then... what she was looking at was...
"Panties! Did that machine make me into a pair of panties!?" Violet thought, the insanity of such an idea overwhelmed by the evidence in front of her. She was a pair of panties wrapped around the crotch of a mannequin! "No, no that's not possible, I- there has to be something else!" But as the thoughts rolled through her mind, the sensor came down in front of her, and scanned her just like the other clothing.
"Item previously pending designation. New designation: Violet lace thong panty. Owner: Avery. Procedure: Wash, remodel, and retailor complete. Item cleared for delivery."
"I'm not some underwear you stupid machine! Hey! Don't leave I'm talking to you!" Of course, Violet's angry thoughts did not telepathically reach the machine. Instead, she felt as her body was pulled off of the mannequin, and set on the belt with her other clothing. Or rather, with Avery's other clothing. She couldn't move at all as she was pulled along the belt, until she felt herself drop. She fluttered down in the breeze, her body as light as a feather, until she fell into the same fabric bag which had gotten her into this whole mess.
"Wait! Seriously, I'm not some underwear I'm-" The bag closed above her, leaving her trapped in the bag with all of the clothes. She felt like her heart should be beating a mile a minute, as she contemplated what was going to happen, if it was even possible to turn back from being a pair of clothing. But despite it all, the darkness and exhaustion of the day's events drew Violet into a deep sleep.
When light finally flooded back into Violet's eyes, she was staring up at a giant, beautiful face framed by perfect blonde hair.
"Avery!" Violet tried to call out.
Avery didn't respond, instead she just reached in, and started pulling out clothes.
"Wow, this place really does work wonders, these clothes feel like new!" Avery beamed as she pulled out piece after piece.
Violet watched as a massive hand reached down towards her. "Avery, wait I'm not actually-" But her thoughts were scattered as she felt the light touch of Avery's fingers wrap around her, lifting her up out of the bag. Avery grabbed her by the waistband, and looked her over curiously.
"I don't remember buying these..." Avery pondered as she looked over violet.
"That's because you didn't!" Violet tried to respond. "And I know you're beautiful but please don't try to-"
"They look so cute! And they're just my style!" Avery basically cooed. Violet wasn't sure how to respond, but she felt like she would blush through the purple of her new fabric.
Avery stood up, walking over to her bed, and pulled down her jeans, and took off the blue pair of panties she was wearing. Violet knew what was coming, and the mix of disbelief, nervousness, and thrilled excitement welled up in her as Avery lowered her down to the floor. She stepped one long leg into one of the holes in Violet's body. Then the other.
Violet felt as Avery dragged her up along her smooth legs. Every centimeter that passed her lacy skin passed along Avery's smooth legs, and Violet was almost intoxicated by the feeling of the body oils permeating into her skin. Avery pulled Violet all the way until she was nestled snugly around her hips.
Violet was experiencing a range of emotions she couldn't even begin to separate. Embarrassment, confusion, not a little bit of lust. But beyond it all, she simply basked in the feeling of being worn. It was completely unlike a mannequin, she felt every curve of Avery's body. Her womanhood was pressed below where Violet's 'face' was, her ass perfectly hugged by Violet's body. She clung to Avery's body as if she was made for it. Which, considering she was tailored, she was. The warmth, smell, taste, and, well, everything was a heady rush to Violet.
Avery stepped over to a standing mirror, admiring herself as she turned and twisted to get a good look at her new garment. "I'm shocked I can't remember buying these, they are so comfortable! I think I may have found my new favorite pair of panties."
Violet, for her part, just stared at the mirror. At her new body clad around Avery's crotch as the woman was oblivious to her plight. All she saw was a perfect pair of violet lace panties, and a woman who couldn't be happier with them. If she was lucky, someone would find out what happened to her, but for now, it seemed she would find a home around Avery's crotch. Nestled there as she was right now, she realized that she thought that didn't sound too bad.
If there was one thing she wasn't looking forward to, it was the next trip to Laun-Dream on Avery's laundry day.
Violet keeps seeing ads around town for a new laundromat. It's apparently state-of-the-art. Fully automated and capable of cleaning, repairing, and tailoring just about anything, it seems too good to be true. However, Violet is about to get a much more up-close-and-personal look at the laundromat than she ever intended.
This story contains themes of flattening, objectification, clothing transformation, inanimate transformation, and permanent transformation.