The shower walls start to press together.

(chapter originally by Teraton at writing.com)

In the quiet of the shower, Mackenzie and Lana could hear a low humming noise shortly followed by a light grinding. Suddenly, the already cramped confines of the shower began to get worse. Both women assumed they were just imagining things at first, but as they felt the warm wet tiles of the walls press into them, they realized that the walls were closing in around them!

"Wh-what the hell?!" Mackenzie cried out. "What kind of trap is this?!"

"I... I think it's supposed to be a crusher." Lana said.

"Crusher?! Is this house trying to kill us?!"

"Probably not." Lana reasoned. "Unless they replace the showerhead and controls every time. The walls are probably just going to-"

Lana found herself cut off as the walls sped up their advance and swiftly pressed the two women together once more, and Lana found her mouth covered by Mackenzie's face. Just as Lana had begun to theorize, the walls did not smash together completely, but rather stopped just short of damaging the protruding shower head. However, this was nowhere near enough room to maneuver for the two ladies. Indeed, the naked, wet beauties were pressed firmly together, front to front. The only parts that weren't touching each other were their legs, which had intertwined with each other in the sudden impact.

Lana carefully pulled her head back what few centimeters she could. "Do that..." she said, finishing her previous statement.

"I can't tell if this house was designed by a lunatic or a pervert." Mackenzie muttered. "What's the point of something like this, anyway?"

"It's probably just the start of something bigger." Lana said. "Whatever's coming up, I bet it won't be pretty."

Mackenzie was about to ask how Lana came to such a conclusion before she found the other woman proven right. With a sinking heart, Mackenzie watched as she and Lana were subjected to-