Permanent Solution - Slushy TF
Tags: Inanimate, Anime, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Shrinking, Objectification, Food TF, Goo TF, Slime TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Last Part:Permanent Solution - Slushy TFThree months had passed since Aiko became lingerie and she had not reformed…
Three months had passed since Aiko became lingerie and she had not reformed even once. Every time her scattered consciousness managed to pull enough of herself together to start regaining shape the iron came down hot and heavy and flattened her right back into smooth dark blue fabric. The maids were thorough. The laundry schedule was relentless and Haruka seemed to take genuine pleasure in wearing her former ninja against her most intimate places day after day after day. Aiko had given up counting the number of times she had been worn. The number of times Haruka's pussy had pressed wet and warm against the part of her that used to be her own sex. The number of times she had been peeled off sweaty skin and tossed into a hamper full of dirty clothes where she marinated in the smell of other people's bodies until wash day came around again. She smelled like pussy and sakura detergent now. The combination had become her permanent scent after so many cycles through the Yamamoto estate's expensive washing machines. Floral detergent mixed with the musk of the woman who owned her. 'I hate this. I hate her. I hate everything about this situation!' The anger pulsed through her scattered pieces. She could feel herself in fragments throughout the estate. A bra in Haruka's drawer. Panties hanging on a drying rack. Scraps stored in various laundry bags waiting to be assigned to other family members. Her consciousness stretched thin across all of it like a radio signal trying to broadcast from too many towers at once. Today felt different, though. Haruka was moving through the house collecting pieces of Aiko with a smile on her face that promised nothing good. She gathered the bra from her drawer. Retrieved the panties from the rack. Dug through laundry bags, pulling out scraps and offcuts that contained fragments of Aiko's former body. "How are you doing in there?" Haruka asked the pile of dark blue fabric in her arms. Her red eyes sparkled with amusement. She wiggles when she is angry. So cute. "I have to say, you make wonderful lingerie. This silky natural feeling against my skin is just divine." The fabric squirmed with fury and Haruka laughed. "Getting excited are we? Well you should be because I found a solution to our little problem." She carried Aiko's pieces into the kitchen and dumped them on the counter next to an arrangement that made no sense at all. Bottles of soda. Bags of sugar. Trays of ice. A heavy duty blender with industrial blades. Several huge metal pans. And strangest of all a plastic shell shaped vaguely like a feminine torso with a straw poking out of the top. 'What the hell is this girl planning?' Aiko did not have to wait long to find out. Haruka picked up one pair of panties and stretched them between her fingers, examining the dark blue fabric with an appraising eye. Then she stuffed them into the blender along with a handful of other garments. Ice went in next. Then soda, sugar and more scraps of fabric. More ice. 'She cannot be serious. She is not actually going to...' The blender roared to life. The sensation was unlike anything Aiko had experienced in her entire cursed life. Her arm was in that blender. The fabric that contained the compressed remains of her left arm was being torn apart by spinning blades and mixed with ice and sugar and carbonated liquid. It did not hurt because the curse meant she never felt pain from transformations, but it felt wrong in ways that went beyond physical sensation. WHIRRRRRRR She was being pulverized, shredded and blended into paste. The boundaries between her body parts dissolved as the blades reduced everything to the same blue slurry. Her arm mixed with her hip mixed with a scrap that used to be part of her back until there was no distinction left. Just thick blue liquid swirling in the blender jar. Haruka poured the results into one of the huge pans and moved on to the next batch. 'No no no stop this stop this stop...' More fabric went into the blender and more pieces of Aiko's scattered body. Her other arm. Fragments of her legs. Portions of her torso that had been cut into various undergarments for different family members. Each batch screamed through the blades and emerged as identical blue slushy that joined the growing pool in the pans. Then Haruka picked up the pieces that contained Aiko's breasts. The fabric that had been her chest went into the blender with fresh ice and soda. The blades spun up and Aiko felt her nipples being shredded along with everything else. The sensation was intense beyond description. Those dark circles of compressed flesh had been the most sensitive parts of her flattened form and now they were being pulverized into frozen mush. "MMMMNNNGH!" The sound came from somewhere in the pile of remaining fabric. A muffled cry of something that was not quite pain but was definitely not pleasure either. Haruka grinned and kept blending. The pieces containing Aiko's pussy went in last. WHIRRRRRRRRR If the nipples had been intense,
