"My Washing Wringer! You Are A Bit Dirty..." (End)

(Original author unknown)

Callie harshly grabbed the poster girl off the floor and ran into another room. The bakery was not only a regular bakery, but her home as well. "Bettah hold your breath, weasel!"

She slammed Texas down in the water, lifting her up then putting her back in. She made sure to scrub her really nice before getting to the best part.

She entered Texas' head over the wringer, cranking the handle with such ****. Once her head came in, the rest of her followed, getting thinner in the process. "I guess you can say that I'm on a roll!" She winked as whole body went through, flopping on the floor.

"Ah, so much fun!" She giggled, picking her up. "Before I send you, I need a cushion for my seat! Ahm not willin' on sitting on my bare rump while servin' all my customers!" She folded her up and placed her on her stool, slamming her plump rump down on the poor girl. She shuffled her position a few times, giggling as she felt her victim get flatter by the minute and stick onto her buttocks.