Squishy Timeout - Goo TF
Tags: Panties TF, Inanimate, Lingerie, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Panties, Squishy, 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:Squishy Timeout - Goo TFThe flask sat on the shelf in Maurice's home office, a handwritten note taped bes…
The flask sat on the shelf in Maurice's home office, a handwritten note taped beside it: "MOM. PLEASE. DON'T DISTURB." Inside the glass container, Matilda's essence swirled in liquid form. After the insole incident, Penny had managed to extract her from the foam, but the damage was bad. Really bad. Her mass had been so thoroughly compressed and absorbed that she couldn't hold a solid shape anymore. So here she was. Purple goo in a beaker, waiting to heal. 'This is so boring,' Matilda thought, her consciousness drifting through her liquid body. 'I can't move. I can't talk. I can't even make a face.' But after some time and a lot of effort, she managed to push enough of her essence to the surface to form basic features. Two annoyed eyes appeared on the purple liquid's surface, followed by a frowning mouth. She looked like an angry grape drink. 'At least I'm home,' she told herself. 'At least I'm safe. A few more days and I'll be solid enough to reform properly.' The house was quiet. Maurice was at work. The kids were at college or out with friends. Matilda had nothing to do but float, wait and try not to go crazy from boredom. Then she felt it. A tiny vibration at the bottom of the flask. She sent her awareness downward, examining the glass... and found a hairline crack. 'That wasn't there before!' Another vibration. The crack spread, thin lines branching outward like a frozen lightning bolt. 'Oh no...' CLINK A small piece of glass popped free. Purple liquid immediately started dripping through the hole. 'No no no no...' Matilda tried to pull herself together, tried to move away from the crack, but goo didn't work like that. Gravity was in charge now and gravity wanted her on the floor. DRIP DRIP DRIP Each drop that escaped took part of her consciousness with it. She could feel herself splitting, her awareness stretching between the goo still in the flask and the goo now pooling on the shelf below. CRACK The hole widened. The drip became a stream. "Fuuuuuck..." The word bubbled up from her liquid surface, barely audible. Purple goo poured over the edge of the shelf, falling... falling... and landing directly in the open laundry hamper below. SPLAT Matilda's essence splashed across dirty clothes. T-shirts, socks, underwear, all of it getting coated in purple liquid. She tried to pull herself together, to form a puddle she could control, but the fabric was already absorbing her. 'Not again,' she thought desperately. 'Why does everything want to absorb me?!' The clothes drank her up like sponges. Her consciousness spread thinner and thinner as she soaked into cotton and polyester. She could feel herself in Maurice's work shirt. In Enzo's gym socks. In Melina's... 'Oh god,' I'm in my daughter's underwear. The last of her goo drained from the flask above, leaving only an empty container with a cracked bottom and a sticky purple residue. The note beside it seemed to mock her: "MOM. PLEASE. DON'T DISTURB." 'Great job, note... really helpful...' Hours passed. Matilda lay spread across the dirty laundry, her consciousness floating in a haze of fabric and absorbed liquid. She couldn't move or reform. She could only wait for someone to notice. The door opened. "Laundry day!" Melina's voice called out cheerfully. She grabbed the hamper without looking inside and carried it downstairs. 'Wait,' Matilda tried to say. 'I'm in here!' But in her current form, she couldn't talk at all. The washing machine lid opened. Clothes tumbled in, Matilda's essence going with them. Detergent poured over her, the chemical smell making her liquid form tingle strangely. SLAM The lid closed. WHOOOOSH Water flooded the drum, mixing with detergent and dirty clothes and purple squishy goo. The agitation cycle started, and Matilda's world became a spinning nightmare of soap and fabric. "Unnnngh~" Her moan was lost in the churning water. The washing machine was brutal. It pulled and pushed and twisted, spreading her essence even thinner. Colors from her purple body started bleeding into the white clothes, turning them various shades of violet. But something else was happening too. As the wash cycle continued, Matilda felt her consciousness starting to... focus. Instead of being spread across multiple items, she was being concentrated into one. The water and detergent were washing her out of most of the fabric, but one piece was holding onto her tight. A pair of panties. Plain white cotton panties that were rapidly turning purple as her essence bonded with the fibers. The material was perfect for absorbing her, soft and stretchy and form-fitting. 'Oh come on,' she thought as more of herself flowed into the underwear. 'Of all the things to become...' By the time the wash cycle ended, Matilda had fully transformed. She was no longer liquid goo spread across the laundry. She was a single pair of purple panties with a faint pattern that looked almost like a face if you squinted. The dryer came next, tumbling her around with the other clothes. The heat
