1. Jane Gets Laundered


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: marejin, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    from her ordeal in the washer, Jane let out a little groaning noise, then passed out and hung swinging in the warm breeze, water trickling down her sopping wet body and dripping from her toes onto the grass. Her T-shirt, yanked up so high by the clothesline that it exposed her soft stomach and pulled her elbows up like a scarecrow's, showed the outline of her breasts and nipples clearly; and her flimsy cotton panties had become little more than a showcase for her private charms. As Jane baked in the sun along with the rest of the load, her scanties dried with the imprint of her intimate parts. If Jane had only come to consciousness while she was hanging on the clothesline, she could have slipped out of her T-shirt and gotten away, topless but free. Sadly, she was still too groggy to move when the system's sensors detected that it was time to advance the clothesline into the folding room. There, a mobile scanner ran a laser over the label on Jane's collar, and registered her into inventory as a T-shirt. Laundry was being mechanically folded in the order that it arrived; when it was Jane's turn, she was lifted onto a table by robotic arms. The system paused over this unusual item, but quickly calculated Jane's geometrical possibilities, then carefully folded her into a rectangle so tiny that it was impossible to believe that it had been a 5'8" young woman a few seconds earlier. As soon as the arms released Jane, her muscles immediately relaxed into a more realistic position. ...
    Undaunted, the system folded and compressed Jane once again into a fraction of her former size. Then it brought out a mobile packaging unit, covered Jane loosely in a sheet of thin plastic, and used a vacuum pump to suck it tight in a fraction of a second, shrink-wrapping her. The arms released Jane, and this time she stayed where she had been put. Looking at the rigid little laundry package, it would be hard to figure out how Jane had been reshaped into it. Upturned fingers and toes were peeping out from above her thighs. Her head seemed to be tucked somewhere deep between her legs. Her arms vanished mysteriously. She was still barely wearing her shirt and panties, though by this point they were no longer serving their original function of protecting her modesty. A special mobile printer inked a special barcode for packages just above Jane's ass. Then she was lifted by robotic arms and placed on a conveyor belt with the other T-shirts. In her bedroom, she was transported to her clothing closet and placed on the top shelf, on a soft pile of folded cotton clothes. Other T-shirts were stacked on top of her; then her pile was pushed to the back of the closet to make room for a second and third stack. By the time the load of laundry was completely put away, the carefully folded and stored girl was well out of sight. In a few hours, a very confused Jane was making tiny mmmphing sounds. But she was folded so snugly that her jaw was squeezed shut, and she was trying to talk into her ...
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