I don't know what else to add to the thread, so, I thought I'd just respond to the idea posed in this post. A group of women just sitting around chatting, talking about their favorite snuff stories and all, so, setting the scene, we have our group of ladies sitting at a table on a patio setting at a local restaurant. It was a club meeting, a club for women to get together and just chat and see what happens. It focused on the culinary yet social aspects of modern day women in this new global fetishistic future. As such I've thought of ideas concerning three of the women, but this is the RP section of gurochan, so, why can't more people join in with ideas?
Sarah started off the conversation that was more focused as a trip down memory lane. "Yeah, I remember this one time at a gathering so much larger then this one, my sister and I ended up in some, well, it wasn't hot water, but it WAS hot!"
Sally, Sarah's twin sister, then responded, "Oh, are you really going to tell them all that story?"
"Yeah, why not? You were the one who came up with that idea, you know..."
"I came up with that idea to help with LAUNDRY needs! And you know that!"
"Hey now, you two..." Brenda, trying to keep the twins from fighting as they often did, butted in to stop the two. "I don't think we've heard this story, so, why not start at the beginning. Take turns like you usually do. No yelling. We're just chatting a bit amongst ourselves before the meeting proper."
"You're right, Brenda. Okay, Well, Ms. Brainiac over here came up with this idea. You guys know we both work at this appliance company? They make like... ya'know... toasters, and bigger things like fridges, and, well... Driers. Clothes driers. We're that company with those commercials that advertise how many settings of heat and time and rotation speed and all that on the drier? Anyway. Some women have issues with getting clothing in and out of driers with those small holes and all... Well, It was her idea. I'll let her explain."
"Well, to be brief, I wanted to make thigns easier. so, I designed a rough draft of a drier where the drum comes out. Like the top, or the front, it opens up, you pull the entire drum out, and use that drum like a clothes basket, can then close the body of the drier up. Well, I showed the rough draft to a tech guy in one of the breakrooms. Weeks later, they showed up with a prototype at the company picnic!"
"Wow, that.. uhh... sounds exciting... but, This is a club about, ya'know, food, right? What's a drier got to do with it?"
"We're getting to that. Anyway, so, the techies build this thing and set it up and get it running at the picnic to show all the big wigs. The heads of the company are all looking at sis's idea..." "It was AWESOME! It's also how I got that promotions and..." "Was TOTALLY unfair! My TWIN SISTER is higher in the company then me!" "Well if you would perhaps-" "What?! PUT OUT?! Like you did for that Techie!" "YOU KNOW IT DIDN'T--"
~Sorry~ They said in stereo.
"Okay, well, to test out my idea, and they'd made it with the LARGEST drier model we even make, they needed to demonstrate it. And Sarah and I had been debating which of us got to donate their body to the picnic and which one would carry the other's head home."
"I had volunteered. But given they can't tell us apart, and Sally had wanted to, too, but was unable to get her paperwork in on time... Anyway... So, yeah, they bring her up and show her off, and they decide to also test the basket design and all with a really heavy load."
"Yeah... REAL heavy!" "Hey, we're the same size! If I'M heavy, so are you!" "Yeah yeah... Anyway, after a conversation, we both got volunteered for the picnic table. It worked out that we were twins, so, they didn't have to worry about balancing issues, they just had to make us fit."
"Cue the butcher cleavers. reduced to a torso and head, and then all our limbs, we fit PERFECTLY into that giant drier drum basket."
"Turns out the techies wanted to test the new heat source, ALSO, and the teflon coated basket. And so they did. On us. We've no idea what would have happened if all these tests' failed. So, there we were... Pressed into this drier basket thing. curled in a wide arching 69 position." "Turns out, we both have the exACT same .. uhh.. spots... and, as we went round and round before we got too hot and dizzy, we made each other hot and bothered..."
"Ew, that's just sick! You're SISTERS?! "
~Yeah~ "But at the time we were meat." They both shrugged. Incest wasn't that big a deal anymore, for some people. Some others were still quite appalled by it. Usually they were only children anyway. "So, yeah, Sally still owes me a couple..." "Hey, next time we're stuck in a drier together..." "Yeah, yeah... So, we were rotated and basically rotisseried for the picnic in a Drier. It was actually pretty awesome, even if when the burn set in, we both were having some issues with the pain, but at least we didn't kick each other and all that in that drier."
"Yeah, and as it turns out, the flavors wasn't at all affected. It's not suggested to do it unless the drier is new and/or really clean of, say, fabric softeners and detergents that aren't at all tasty--" "Yeah, I'm trying to come up with a self-cleaning system such that a drier can double as an oven, but my deadline keeps getting pushed back for... further testing... I really don't mind. Even if I'm just a head, I'm still on the clock."
"Ugh, I gotta get into that department! Assembly line sucks. If you become lunch, they just consider it an extended lunch break! And they don't pay you for it!"
"Can they do that? Is that legal?" Brand, interrupted to ask her question.
"Well, I dunno, but they do it.So, anyway, that's my... uh... our story, what about YOU Brenda?"