"Wow Mako, good job finding this spot!" Ryuko exclaimed, taking another bite of a croquette.
"Thanks! I found out about it because this one time Gamagori threw some kid offa here for trying to skip detention!" Mako cheerfully replied.
"Oh."
"Like, he really sent that guy flying! I was pretty jealous because I've always wanted to fly myself, though I wasn't too jealous about how when he landed he shattered every bone in his body! He's still in the hospital!" Mako maintained her bubbly personality as usual.
"Hmmph," responded Ryuko, "Satsuki and her goons think they can just toss people around like they're wadded up pieces of paper... Don't worry Mako, once I take care of that Kiryuin bitch, we'll go sky diving or somethin'."
Mako's eyes lit up even brighter than usual. "Really! Omigod, that would be sooo cool! I wanna jump out of a plane with a parachute and cool goggles and a body suit!"
Suddenly, a deeper voice popped into Ryuko's head. "Actually, flying sounds kinda fun."
"You too, Senketsu? I guess I've really gotta do it now, huh?" Ryuko said to her sentient uniform.
"Yaaaay! Your best friend and your Sunday best wanna go, so you have to take us!" Mako cheered. "Oh, and maybe that angry lady over there will want to join us too!" Mako pointed to the roof's entrance.
"Huh? Angry lady?" Ryuko looked up from her food to see another student standing in the doorway at the top of the building. The newcomer was on the shorter side, looked to be about the same age as Ryuko, and had her straight blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes shone with rage from behind her wide-rimmed glasses. What really stood out about her was her outfit. It resembled a French maid's outfit with a hoop skirt, frills, and a large bow tied behind her back. More importantly to Ryuko, however, were the two stars adorned on her school uniform.
"And what the hell do you think you two are doing up here?!" shouted the new girl from the entryway. Before either Ryuko or Mako could reply, the girl continued, "Don't you know that I, Randori Shimizu, The Head of All Laundry Related Affairs, use this space for air drying the Student Council's clothes?! Leave at once, or face my wrath!"
Senketsu chimed in, "Ryuko, if this girl is handling the Elite Four's clothes, then we might be able to take out their Goku uniforms while they aren't wearing them!"
"Yeah..." Ryuko grinned, then shifted her attention to Randori. "You want us to leave? Then why don't you go ahead and make us!" Not wanting to miss the chance to cripple her enemies' fighting abilities, Ryuko got ready for combat by synchronizing with Senketsu. After a brief transformation sequence, she stood in Senketsu's more revealing form, pointing her sword in a challenging gesture. "C'mon, let's see what you're made of!"
"You little punk..." Randori unleashed the power of her own uniform. The bow at the back of her outfit unraveled into about eight tentacle-like structures. Each of these tentacles bore a red object at its tip which resembled clothing irons. Hot steam hissed from each of them as Randori smiled cruelly. "Prepare to face the power of my two-star Goku uniform! Lady Satsuki bestowed it upon me to do laundry at a breakneck pace, but it looks like I'll just have to use it to take you to the cleaners!"
"Oh man, you two-stars always come up with lame one-liners, but that one was way too bad! Let's just get this over with quick, Senketsu!" Ryuko tried to run at her latest opponent, but found that she could hardly move her body. "W-What?! Senketsu?! What's happening?!"
"Those irons... so inviting..." Senketsu said in a hypnotic trance.
Ryuko looked down at Senketsu in disbelief. "Hey! I know you love being ironed, but now is really, really not the time! Hello?! Senketsu! Hey!" Ryuko tugged on her uniform to try to get its attention, but all the struggle in the world couldn't break Senketsu out of its trance.
"Hm hm hmm!" Randori chuckled as she menacingly approached Ryuko, "What's the matter? Did you use too much starch on that stupid outfit of yours? Looks like you have some kinks you need to iron out!"
Suddenly, Mako jumped out of the sidelines!
"Don't worry Ryuko, I'll save-!"
bonk
Randori quickly bopped Mako on the head, instantly knocking her out.
"Now, where were we?" Randori resumed her approach toward the helpless Ryuko, who was now tugging on Senketsu's shoulder piece with her teeth.
"C'MON SENKETSU! DON'T DO ME LIKE THIS!"
"But they look so nice and hot..." replied the entranced outfit.
"NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO- GHH!"
Randori pressed irons into Ryuko's wrists and ankles, pinning each of Ryuko's limbs to the ground using four of her tentacles. She then poised the other ones above Ryuko's body like scorpion tails ready to strike.
"Any last words, you interloping exhibitionist?" Randori evilly asked the prone Ryuko.
"Grr! Why does everyone assume I wear this outfit for show?!" Ryuko growled defiantly. She struggled to the best of her abilities to break free, but it was no use. Senketsu was too taken in by the allure of the irons to lend her any strength, and her own body wasn't powerful enough to fight off the two-star uniform.
Randori sneered. "Whatever you say, you wannabe stripper!" Without another word, Randori used all of her might to slam her irons into Ryuko's body. With a splat and a hiss, Ryuko's body was compressed downward, flattening with surprising ease. Most of Ryuko's body was covered by the irons, leaving just her hands and feet untouched. Her fingers and toes curled as though in pain, then slowly relaxed.
"Mwee hee hee! Not so curvy anymore, are you?" mocked the laundry-obsessed girl, "Don't worry, I can even you out a bit!" Randori proceeded to iron out Ryuko like she was nothing more than a wrinkly shirt. Randori took pride in her craft, going back and forth across Ryuko's body evenly until she was reduced to a uniform thickness. After a couple of minutes, Randori was satisfied, and she lifted all the irons off of Ryuko to see what happened.
Ryuko looked like a mere cardboard cutout of her former self. Her limbs were splayed outward in different directions as though she were trying to cover as much surface area as possible. Her body had spread outward slightly, particularly in her extra plush breasts and butt. This exaggerated her figure to even more sexualized proportions. Her face bore a strange, uneasy smile, making it seem like she wasn't sure if she was enjoying this or hating it. Her eyes were partially closed too, resulting in her face being stuck in a dopey expression.
"Eh hee hee hee! How did you like that?!" Randori laughed down at the flattened girl before her.
"Akshully..." Ryuko responded through flattened lips that made it difficult to enunciate, "It feelsh pretty good..."
Randori was taken aback. "Ggh! W-What the hell do you mean it feels nice?! These irons are powerful enough to pulverize bricks and melt through steel beams! Not that I would do that to the clothes I iron, but still!"
"Mmmm... Yeah, it kinda hurt at firsht, but then it got really, really gooooooood..." Ryuko was blushing as she muffled out her response. The blush was mostly from the sensation of the irons, but now that the initial ironing was over she was starting to feel pretty embarrassed by the whole thing. At first the pressure was rather uncomfortable as Ryuko felt her body compress to an impossible extent, but that feeling was washed over by a strangely relaxing sensation. Additionally, the heat was nearly unbearable at first, but, like a hot shower, Ryuko quickly got used to it and it practically melted her troubles away. Ryuko was still experiencing that uncomfortable pressing sensation across her body, but more than that it was like her worries had been temporarily ironed away.
"Told you so," Senketsu added with only a hint of smugness.
Grinding her teeth, Randori stepped closer to Ryuko. "You aren't supposed to enjoy this, dammit! You're supposed to feel utterly crushed and defeated!" Trying to drive her point home, Randori stomped a foot down on Ryuko. However, she just happened to stomp directly on Ryuko's barely covered sex.
"Nnnyyaaaaa!" Ryuko instinctively cried out at the stimulation on her pussy, unable to resist the sensual impact.
Randori reeled back. "Eww, you really are some kinda weird exhibitionist pervert! If you're under the impression that getting crushed is just so much fun, then let's see how you like this next move, you flat floozy!"
Randori's tentacles twisted and twirled together, fusing into each other until they formed two cylinders. The cylinders arranged themselves so that one was on top of the other, with an almost invisible gap in between them.
"Behold, my ultimate attack! The Death Wringer!" Randori exclaimed as she brandished the wringer made of life fibers. "Let's see how you like being dried the old fashioned way!"
"Agreed! It was nice of her to iron us, but I think it's time to end this!"
Once again in sync, Ryuko and Senketsu sprung back into action!
...Or at least, they tried to spring. What actually happened was that they just sort of flopped up and down on the floor.
Ryuko strained to move her extra thin body, but found that she could only pathetically wriggle around. "Rrgh! What the hell, I can't get up!"
Senketsu grimly explained, "I was afraid of this. I usually can't really get going until about fifteen minutes after a good ironing."
"You've gotta be kidding me!"
While this was going on, Randori had positioned her wringer right at Ryuko's feet. "What's the matter, this is what happens to all dirty pieces of laundry!" Randori fed Ryuko's feet into the wringer. It pinched her toes tightly, causing her to wince.
"Nngh! Aren't you shupposed to wash clothesh before you put them in a wringer?!" Ryuko defiantly asked.
"Shut up already!" Randori exclaimed. With a frustrated growl, she caused the wringer's rollers to start turning, their motion sucking Ryuko through the narrow gap between them. Ryuko grunted as her legs were steadily squeezed through the space that was only a fraction of her current depth. As she emerged from the other side, she could tell from the wind blowing on her that she was even thinner and more spread out than before.
"Nnngh!" The wringer rolled its way past Ryuko's crotch, but this time she was able to withstand the sudden spike in stimulation with only a muffled grunt. Her belly quickly followed, brushing past the rollers without a hint of resistance. Her boobs were spread out to an even more ridiculous extent before she felt the intense pressure brush over her blushing face. The last thing to go were her arms, her flat fingers wiggling til the very end.
Randori watched with glee as her adversary emerged from the other side of the wringer, flatter and wider than before. "So, how'd you like that one, huh?! Huh!?"
"Hrrm..." Ryuko responded, her mouth even flatter and harder to speak with, "Nod ash good ash de lashd dime, bud shtill nod too bad."
"Yeah, the lack of heat was a bit disappointing, but it still took care of any left over wrinkles," Senketsu agreed.
"THAT'S IT!" yelled Randori, "I'M DONE WITH THIS CRAP! TIME FOR MY OTHER ULTIMATE ATTACK!" Randori angrily thrusted her arms into the sky, taking the wringer up with her. The wringer quickly unraveled, only to twist up again into a different construct. This time, the tentacles came together to form a giant iron that about the size of a king size bed.
"MY GIGA STEAMER ATTACK IS POWERFUL ENOUGH TO SUBDUE LADY SATSUKI'S JUNKETSU, SO IT'LL BE MORE THAN ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH YOU! HAAAH!" Randori lifted her arms, clearly preparing for a massive strike.
"Oh my god... So big..." Senketsu was enraptured by the overwhelming girth of the incoming iron.
"... You and I need do have a dalk afder dis..."
WHAM!
HISS!
With an insane laugh, Randori slammed her giant iron down on the flat Ryuko, crushing the already thin girl with all of her might.
"MWEE HEE HEE HEEEE! NOW YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I, RANDORI, HAVE BEEN PLACED IN CHARGE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT JOB AT HONNOUJI: DOING THE LAUNDRY! EEE HEE HEE!" Randori gleefully moved the iron back, forth, up, and down along Ryuko's body. The iron was already wide enough to completely cover the poor girl, so the extra motion just spread her body out even further. Randori's rapid motions combined with the intense heat softened Ryuko's body, making her even more malleable. After about ten minutes of Randori's manic ironing, she finally relented to look at what had become of Ryuko.
Ryuko was now nothing more than a rectangular sheet of her former self. Looking more like a texture to be mapped onto a 3D model than a person, Ryuko blushed from pleasure and humiliation. Her lower section was mostly just the black and red pattern of her boots and the base of her thighs, all of which was smeared to the point that her inner thighs were touching. Above her flat miniskirt was her squished belly, topped off by a couple of half-disks that used to be her boobs. Her top third consisted mostly of her flattened head, which was framed by her two arms. Her face was smeared wider than normal, so the goofy expression she had been stuck with got even more exaggerated after the spreading.
"MWEE HEE HEE! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, YOU FLAT BITCH!?" Randori screamed unnecessarily loudly at the blanket of a girl in front of her.
"Hhrrmmmmph..." Ryuko moaned, unable to do much else, "Rt frrlsh rlly grrrd..."
"That... was... amazing..." Senketsu remarked, still in the afterglow of it.
"... I hate you... So much..." Randori was speaking through gritted teeth, practically trembling in rage, "I'll turn you into a freaking bed sheet! Then I'll cover you with another bed sheet! Then I'll give the bed that you're on to the worst, dirtiest family in the slums of the city so that those dirty urchins have to sleep on you! Then I'll-"
"Hold it!"
Mako slid out of the sidelines with her hands crossed and pointing into the air.
"How dare you do this to Ryuko?!" she cried indignantly, picking up Ryuko by the top of her body as she mimed out her words, "Ryuko's one joy in life is to show off her awesome curvy body to everyone who'll look, and you've completely erased those curves! Just look at her! She's as smooth as a baby's butt, thinner than a piece of paper, more straight-edged than a ruler! How is she supposed to let her jiggly lady parts flop around in the breeze like this! She's more blanket than beauty! She'd make a better flag than a lady! I refuse to let you treat her like the worthless floppy pancake she's become! I will restore her to her former glory so that she can display her body not as an over-sized painting, but as the smokin' hot chick she always has been! And once she's back to normal she'll show you what's up! Even if you squashed her down to a stain on the middle of a busy highway, you'll never keep Ryuko down! Never! Never! Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Mako lingered on her last word. She stood posing with Ryuko held high over her head, Ryuko's arms in her left hand and her legs in the right.
Randori was very, very unamused.
"... I think that hit to the head may have done more than knock you unconscious, girl."
"Hmph! You think a little bonk to the noodle is gonna stop Mako Mankanshoku? You're talkin' to the girl with the thickest skull in the whole school!" Mako proudly knocked on her head, producing a hollow thud.
"Yeah, that's nice," Randori said, clearly implying that she did not think it was nice, "but you're a trespasser too, which means..." Randori lifted the massive iron once again, readying it for another strike.
Ryuko grunted, "Nmmf, Mrkrr, sve yrrslf!"
"No way Ryuko! We're besties, and besties don't let besties get thrown in with the dirty laundry!" Mako gripped Ryuko tighter and braced herself, eliciting a small wince from Ryuko.
Randori grimaced at the defiant no-star student. She lifted the iron up, but this time it wasn't quite with the vigor from last time. She seemed slower this time, wobbling a bit and exerting more effort to lift it. It seemed that she used up way too much energy squishing Ryuko earlier, and now she could barely muster enough to do another attack.
"Haah... haah... Take... this!" Randori huffed as she lowered the iron down. This time, it was slow enough that even Mako was able to jump out of the way.
Mako lept to the side with all of her might, dodging the iron and seeming to float in the air for an instant. "Hah! You think I'm dumb enough to fall for that one?" Mako grinned smugly, then looked down.
"Wow, the ground is a lot farther away than I remember."
That's when she realized she had accidentally jumped off the roof.
"H-! Wh-! Aaaaaaaah!" Mako screamed as she plummeted, and instinctively put her arms up.
FWOOMP
Suddenly, she wasn't falling nearly as quickly as she was a second ago. She looked up and saw a flattened Ryuko butt stretched out above her. A second later, she figured out what was happening.
"Ohmigod, I'm parachuting! And Ryuko is my parachute! It's like two of my favorite things in the whole world combined into one! Wheeeeee!" Mako joyfully giggled to herself as she gently floated toward the ground.
"Rt lrrst rne rf rs rs hrvng frn..." Ryuko commented, feeling her body stretch to its limit to contain all the air that was flowing into it. She heard Randori utter some angry expletives as they descended, but soon they were far away enough for Mako's joy to drown out all the negative vibes.
A few seconds later and Mako touched down safely to the ground, Ryuko following suit in a much less graceful manner immediately afterwards.
"Holy cow Ryuko, that was so freaking cool! We outta do that more often!"
"Mrbr wrth r rrrl prrchrte..."
"Aw, but I liked using you as a parachute! I knew that I was guaranteed to land safely with you in my arms!"
Ryuko blushed and averted her eyes as much as she could.
"Anyway, we gotta get you home and get you back to your normal, bodacious self! Senketsu is much more flattering on you when you actually have curves to show off!" As Mako spoke, she quickly folded Ryuko into a messy bundle with her face on top. "Now we just gotta figure out how to fix you."
It felt strange to be folded up, but Ryuko didn't mind it once she got used to it. In a weird way it was kinda like she was giving herself a hug. "Hmmph. Thrt strprd lrrndrr grl rsh grnnr grt rt whrn R'm brck tr nrmrl!"
Mako picked Ryuko up and carried her under her arm. "Whatever you just said, I totally agree! Now let's get you home before someone mistakes you for a novelty rug!"
"Yrrh. Thrnks Mrkr," said Ryuko. Now that she was with Mako, she could finally fully relax. As Mako exited the gates of Honnouji, Ryuko thought about she might be down to get ironed again under different circumstances.