(Chapter originally written by Alistair)
“I think you’d make a totes amazing loofah to go with Quinn’s bath set!” Avery squealed, excited at the prospect of helping you by putting together a present for Quinn. She had clearly forgotten about the month you spent as Quinn’s loofah as a result of one of her pranks.
Avery’s declaration of what she was going to turn you into worried you immensely. Not only did the last incident that turned you into Quinn’s loofah display just how easily Avery would forget you in that form, but if Quinn found out she could start to think you were some kind of pervert or something. The first time was obviously not your fault, but if you are given to her as a gift in loofah form then that could easily be the impression she gets!
Desperate to dissuade Avery from this line of thinking, you tried to struggle underneath her butt cheek, managing a small wiggle.
“Glad you like the idea Hunter! I get the feeling that you’ll be an amazing loofa, maybe I’ll even ask to borrow you!” Avery accentuated her words by rolling her butt from side to side, flattening you further and smearing your features. She had clearly forgotten the time that she herself had molded you into a loofah for a prank already, making it even more obvious that this was a bad idea!
Standing up and fumbling to peel you off her ass, Avery giggled as she finally pulled off your flattened, smeared form and brought it around to her face.
Avery quickly hurried up to her room, where she threw you onto her bed before rummaging around for her unopened shampoos, lotions and bath bombs.
You desperately tried to reform so you could beg Avery to not do this. The self care bath kit would be good enough without you in it, there was no need to put you through being unawarely used as a loofah again.
You weren’t able to reform, and before long Avery grabbed you again before roughly pulling and folding your malleable body. By the time she finished you were nothing more than a tan square of fabric, Avery had clearly decided you would be better suited as a washcloth than a loofah, you imagined it was probably easier to form you into that shape.
Avery grinned down at you, happy to help you ensure that Quinn would get a present from you. Before you could even try to wiggle or struggle, you were carried across the room incredibly quickly, before Avery placed you inside a gift box filled with various bath products. From the limited view you got looking upwards, there was quite a selection in the box with you, but that was the last thing on your mind as you watched Avery’s beautiful, smiling face as she blew you a kiss, winked and then closed the box.
You were immediately cast into darkness and your panic was rising. You tried to reform, but Avery had done so much damage to your body between the crushing under her ass and stretching and folding you into this new form that it would likely take you hours to reform. You would just have to hope that your roommates would wait a few hours to open their presents so you could reform and explain the situation before Quinn used you.
You heard the muffled sounds of crinkling paper, obviously Avery was wrapping your container.
After the sounds of Avery’s wrapping ceased you felt the box shift as it was lifted and carried downstairs. As the box was shifted, one of the bottles of shampoo tipped over and fell on you! As it crashed down on your flattened body, you could tell the weight of it would seriously hamper your reformation efforts.
Suddenly the shifting stopped and was replaced by the muffled sounds of Avery’s footsteps growing fainter and fainter, presumably she had placed you under the tree.
You were left to your reforming efforts...
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You weren’t sure how long you had been laying in the darkness trying to reform. What you were sure of is that you had made virtually no progress, your body had just been too flattened by Avery and the weight of the shampoo bottle was stopping your reformation efforts.
You heard muffled voices and the shifting of feet before the box you were trapped in lurched as it was picked up and pulled out from under the tree.
After some more muffled conversation, you heard the sound of tearing paper and then you were blinded by light as the box was opened.
Your vision adjusted to see the gorgeous face of Quinn staring down at you, a small smile forming at the corners of her mouth. Clearly she appreciated “your” gift.
“So Quinn, what’d Hunter get ya?” You heard Avery from off to Quinn’s right, trying her best to act oblivious, but her anticipation of seeing Quinn open the present that she helped you with was affecting her acting considering her tone of voice.
“He got me a luxury bath set, seems pretty thoughtful of him, I like a long bath,” Quinn smiled. “I’ll need to thank him once he gets back, hopefully his family emergency gets resolved soon. Bit of a bummer that he’s not here for Christmas though.”
You could see a slight sadness in Quinn’s eyes. Evidently Avery hadn’t told Morgan or Quinn about you being part of Quinn’s present and had instead made an excuse for your absence. Hopefully she’d remember to buy a replacement for you or you’d reform quickly so you could get out of this situation and clear everything up. Knowing how forgetful Avery was you had a bad feeling that it would be left to you to fix this.
Quinn set the box you were trapped in aside as she and the other two women opened the rest of their presents. You were forced to stare at the ceiling and listen to their excited chatter as they worked their way through their presents.
You couldn’t believe that you were missing out on Christmas because Avery had the bright idea to include you as part of Quinn’s present! You internally sighed, this wasn’t entirely her fault, if you had just remembered Quinn’s present you wouldn’t have ended up in this situation.
After around ten minutes of staring at the ceiling, Quinn’s face came into your field of view again, staring down into the box.
“Think I’m going to go take a bath,” Quinn looked away, presumably to Morgan and Avery.
You looked up at Quinn as she lifted the box, holding it to her waist, under her massive breasts. Your view of her face was obscured by the sight of her massive mammaries, barely contained by her white sweater. You and the contents of your prison were cast in the shadow of Quinn’s chest, and the box began to shake as she walked upstairs, jostling the bottles and causing several more of them to fall on top of you, burying your stretched out form under them and blocking you from sight.
Once the box was set down you heard the sound of running water, as well as the sounds of fabric shifting as Quinn took off her clothes. You felt several items removed from the box as Quinn removed the bath bombs and set up several of the shampoos and lotions around the bath, and you were once again exposed to the light.
Finally you were one of the few items left in the box and Quinn returned. You were once again mesmerised by Quinn’s naked upper half. You had seen Quinn naked more than Morgan and Avery put together after your month long stint as her loofah, but you still couldn’t get over just how massive her assets were.
Her hand descended into the box and grabbed you without her actually looking at you. Quinn then walked to the steaming bathtub, holding what she assumed to just be a normal washcloth by her hip as she went. She set you down on the edge of the tub before climbing in.
Quinn climbed into the tub, sighing contentedly as she sank into the warm water. You could only stare at her, her beautiful face a vision of relaxation, eyes closed. Her massive breasts rose out of the water slightly like twin islands. She was perfectly still, simply relaxing in the bath, enhanced by the various products that “you” had given her.
After around ten minutes of lying still, Quinn’s eyes fluttered open and she turned her attention to the various products lining the side of the tub. Finally her gaze fell on you, and she picked you up to take the first close look at you since she had opened your gift.
You almost didn’t want her to realise it was you, this being the second incident that you had been turned into some kind of implement for Quinn to wash herself with, you were afraid that she’d get the wrong idea. At the same time, her realising that it was you would hopefully be your quickest way out of this situation.
Her brow furrowed, clearly there was something that confused her about your appearance. She opened her mouth to say something, and you weren’t entirely sure what you hoped it would be.
1) “Hunter?” Quinn recognises you, she seems confused.
2) “Hunter!” Quinn recognises you, she seems mad.
3) “Strange looking washcloth, it’s really soft though, should feel great to use.” She doesn’t realise it’s you.
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