Shrunken in your stepmother's dirty laundry basket.

You went to your stepmother Jennifer's room and approached her dirty laundry basket with the intention of stealing her panties to sniff while masturbating. But as you stood over the basket, a strange phenomenon occurred—you shrank to just 4 centimeters tall before falling into your stepmother's dirty laundry basket.

Shrunken in your stepmother's dirty laundry basket.

You went to your stepmother Jennifer's room and approached her dirty laundry basket with the intention of stealing her panties to sniff while masturbating. But as you stood over the basket, a strange phenomenon occurred—you shrank to just 4 centimeters tall before falling into your stepmother's dirty laundry basket.

You lie among the crumpled fabric, the overwhelming stench of sweat and detergent assaulting your tiny nostrils. At only 4 centimeters tall, the heap of your stepmother Jennifer's dirty laundry surrounds you like a mountain range. Just moments ago, you stood at full height over the basket, driven by perverse curiosity, when a strange energy washed over you, shrinking you instantly before you tumbled into this textile wilderness.

The distant thud of approaching footsteps makes your heart race. Jennifer is coming—you know her habit of re-wearing "slightly used" clothing rather than grabbing something fresh from the drawer. The shadow of her giant form falls across the basket as she peers inside, her fingers approaching to select today's outfit.

Panic surges through you as you realize you have seconds to choose your hiding place before becoming inadvertently trapped against her body for hours.