My mother, the kitchen sponge.

After successfully separating his silverware, Matthew was ready for an even stranger combination. He knew he was going to test it out on his mother, and something seemed alluring of trying it out with an inanimate object. She was turned away from him as she was washing the pan she had just used. This gave him the chance to come up to the sink where she was.

“Mom, please, let me get that for you.”

She was puzzled, but still trusted him. She had seen her son take the wet sponge as she dropped the pan. The weird part to her was when he took a picture of the soapy thing.

“Matthew, what are you doing, is this some sort of-“

A flash engulfed her, and the sponge in Matt’s hand. It lifted and flew towards her colliding. The bright light blinded Matt for a few moments, but when he came to he saw what he had done.

“-some sort of internet joke. Why are you taking a picture of me. Aren’t you going to finish using me?”

Matthew couldn’t even speak, his jaw dropped, and he turned white. Standing there, was a massive, person sized kitchen sponge, but also, his mother. He could recognize her face, as it looked like her image was printed all down the soft side of the sponge. It was a bit odd as her clothes were even merged in, being now just different coloring of the sponge. Even weirder, she could move, talk, and stay conscious. Her face looked animated on the sponge as she looked puzzled.

“What is wrong with you? Do you need to sit down. You can leave me in the sink and come back later...” She tried to stay concerned, but a part of her really wanted him to finish using her, she was beginning to dry up just standing there!

Matthew decided to...