Somehow remembers your help! (Writer's choi...
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
super111
Hours went by and the pain your situation as a bikini top inflicted was getting bigger and bigger.
"Why is it always me, who ends up in such situations?" you asked yourself. But fairly you had to admit that nearly all tinies you know got in such situations. Still it felt like it happened a lot more often to yourself than others but that might be just a problem of perspective you thought. Suddenly you heard a moan from above and felt more pressure on your poor bra-shaped body. It was Melody who finally was awake. " That's it! Time to get away from this airheaded girl." you thought. On one hand you felt a little guilty for thinking of her as stupid but to be fair: you were her bikini top for hours now, including all the additional pressure she inflicted while moving around in her sleep. You immediatly began to move your sore body to draw her attention on you.
But the outcome wasn’t as successfull as you hoped it would be: Her huge hand came from above, flattening your body further and scratching the place where Melody felt an itch because of your movement. That inflicted much more pain on you than before and destroyed the admitetly little progress you made in reforming.
" Ahh and here we go again, a new day " Melody said to herself in a sleepy voice, while strechting her arms and upper body, while still laying in her bed.
"I wonder what great things , god has in store for me today, maybe I can continue my sewing work or go back to ... Wait a minute, why am I still wearning my bra ? I must have fallen asleep before I doze off" she thought. "But.... I dont have tan - coloured underwear...." While straiting up it hit her hard as you were hit by gravity and her huge boobs: " Oh it has to be the friendly tiny guy from yesterday, I wonder why he hasnt changed back for the whole night" she thought.
" Hey there little guy , hows the air down there?" she greeted you with a warm smile on her face, which you couldnt see from your poor perspective. The only thing you managed was to answer by wriggling your body a little but it was no use while gravity was pulling all the weight down on you.
" At least she didnt forget about me , thats half of the rent" you appeased yourself. What made you worry was the fact that she didnt seem to worry about your current state.
"Well seems like you are more of the silent -strong type of guy." she thought.
" Thanks again for your help, being my bikini top. You were a real lifesaver yesterday, I mean can you imagine being half naked in public?" she laughed, which made her assets move even more than speaking to you did. With all your might you tried to tell her to take you off, but there was no chance in your current state and situation being steamrolled by the biggest breasts you ever had to endure as a human bikini top. While waiting for an answer she wondered why there still wasnt something coming from you." he must still be asleep " she concluded. Out of nowhere your whole world began to shake as she was getting out of her bed and jumping in her bedroom. " Time to wake up little guy, I know its nice to sleep, especially on such nice big pillows but you have to get up. The Lord has given us a new wonderful day. Only sinners ignore the word of god" she shouted out loudly while giggeling.
" Whats wrong with this airhead, cant she see that i cant move an inch?? And what has this god-thing to do with me??" you wondered while being smashed around. After she had stopped with all the jumping she began search for new clothes, still wondering why you arent talking with her.
"Well seems like you want to stay as my bra to do gods work with me I guess. Thats fine with me, since most of my bras need a good washing cycle before I can wear them again." she said to you while pulling her jeans up to her waist. The only good thing you could find in this bitter scenario is the fact that you werent her panties or thong, which was a small consolation but what could you do... you were still an optimist. This thought came in your head as you realized what she was doing and that she wasnt jumping again to make you talk, it was just her efforts to get her pants over her ridiculously large behind you saw yesterday.
After dressing she went downstairs in her kitchen to prepare breakfast for you and her. While doing so she talked to you the whole time without wondering anymore why you wouldnt answer. She just assmued it was your way of being polite in a new house.
"You know as a conservative and christian, I sometimes wonder why god made you tinies the way he did it. But in situations like yesterday I realize that my faith gets rewarded and I get an answer on my question. Its just so pratical having someone like you around one, I mean you can be turned into nearly everything one can imagine. Once my god friend Peter got turned into a thong and I didnt realize it was him for 6 weeks, can you imagine that?" she laughed at her horrible story as if held being hostage for 6 weeks was nothing.
"Wonder what he did after that time, I really can’t remember....., but anyway where I was going is the fact that I totally see why the lord created you the way you are and I really cant stand those Tiny rights activists like this Amy Baker for not seeing that its all part of his plans for us. Dont know if you ever heard of her, but she makes all these protests about tinies being the same as big people, which I dont agree with. Guess thats just the way you are thinking of it arent you? I mean all tinies i met where really polite and shy people, some of them I didnt even hear speaking one sentence out loud." she said and ended her terrifying monologue.
Again you tried to tell her to stop wearing you and that was the reason you coulndt answer but what you could hear out of her speach was, that as a tiny you nearly had no change to communicate with this airheaded girl.
"The only disadvantage of you is that you cant change colour, I mean like a chameleon. Wouldnt that be awesome? You could be turned into any outfit regardless of size, shape OR colour. Yeah I know what you might be saying... I know there is this scientist named Elvira Weber , who managed to transfer or change some gene, which gave tiny people more abilities besides improving the being squashed superpower our god gave you.”
It was true you also had heard of this geneticist, who experimented on voluntary tiny people like yourself. From what you heard of her in the media her original target was to find a way to let small people grow again but instead she found a way to stretch the bodies of the probands to a much bigger extend than it was possible for a normal tiny like yourself. Which wasn’t very useful unfortunately. Additionally nearly all of the probands showed various side effects, which this woman wasn’t ready to name as such and did as if these were intended variations. You even heard from one guy, whose tongue wasn’t able to reform anymore. Suspiciously he vanished from the media shortly after that. Only once a few months later when the public interest had decreased you heard that he was now married to Elvira Webers sister.
Melody talking right above you tore you out of your thoughts:
“ But thats clearly against the rules of the creator , I mean how can a human decide to play god and change another human being the way he wants??" she asked. You couldn’t help but giggle a little in your head over the irony in front of you. "Well humor is indeed a defense mechanism" you thought.
“ In my opinion its just an excuse for people like Ms. Weber to experiment on humans and not part of a true scientific research. I mean what would stop us to paint you with nice pink waterproof paint to make your bra-state perfect? Or turn you into a black thong , my point is there are unlimited options for tinies like you to live out your god given nature.”
Meanwhile you weren’t listening to her anymore, all your thoughts and effort were pointing towards getting away from this crazy person. The only thing you managed to do was wriggling around in a very tiny space which got her attention but to your misery it was just in the wrong moment of her monologue.
" What are you trying to tell me honey? Are you saying you want to be coloured? Or are you trying to tell me that you prefer being a thong for me?. " she asked while smiling warmly but confused down on you (or the little she could see of you under her huge bossom).
You stopped your movements abruptly to stop her from following these wrong ideas any further.
She looked at you and waited patiently for your answer but you were neither talking nor moving anymore.
“Hello little man? I asked you a question, shall I name you Mr. Pink bra or Mr. Black thong from now on?” she asked while shaking her breasts to get your attention.
“ I’ll make it easy for you: if you want to stay a bra wriggle left, if you want to be my thong from now on , wriggle your right side. “
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March 28, 2025
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