Gotta Collect Them All
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
Amy was staring directly at you but you could tell by the absent look on her face that her mind wasn't there in the slightest. The sight of her enormous, jiggly thighs framing her beautiful but clearly perplexed face was equal parts arousing and terrifying. However as you glanced further up her legs and met the sight of her outrageously massive ass cheeks casting their enormous shadow over you the terror seemed to win out. At that moment Amy spoke down to you,
"Okay Tom I know Chelsea doesn't think this is the best idea ever but trust me there's no better way! This way I'll be able to keep track of each and every one of you piece by piece until I've gotten you all back!" Amy's resolution struck absolute fear into your heart. You were currently incapable of speaking and knew that your fate was sealed for the foreseeable future. She then began to yank you the rest of the way up her thighs, stopping only briefly at the precipice of her ass cheeks to say, "I'm sorry you picked being the thong for the demonstration too, Tom, especially with your face on the back AND inside. I wish there was any other way to fix this problem but I can't think of any so I'll try to take it easy on you for the time being!" With her asinine statement said, Amy grunted and pulled you upwards, your body sinking so deeply into her ass that it may as well have not been there at all. The only thing visible were your arms and legs, stretched thin and sticking out the top and bottom of her massive crack, mostly visible because your skin was a bit darker than her pale, soft, flesh.
Now firmly cemented, hugging Amy's hips, ass, and entire nether regions tightly your mind was reeling at the ludicrousness of the both the situation and what Amy just said. First of all you didn't even come close to choosing to be turned into a thong, Amy took you saying you would help her as an open invitation to crush you and turn you into whatever she wanted to help her ill-advised protest. Second of all it wasn't like you had any tags or definite shape like a real thong did. Amy could have easily worn you inside out, flipped you around to the front, or any other number of things, but of course she couldn't fathom doing any of those things and now you had a face full of slightly sweaty, damp, ass meat. And third you appreciated her gesture of saying she would take it easy on you but you had no clue what that meant. You were so deep between her cheeks you may as well have been at the center of the earth, and seeing as Amy clearly had no control over how much her ass jiggled and slammed together when she simply moved, there wasn't really any way for her to take it easy on you. Thankfully, Amy slid on a loose flowing skirt, albeit one still short enough that half of her ass poked out the bottom. You really never could tell if she knew how risque she was actually dressing or if she was that oblivious, but right now you couldn't tell regardless as your entire reality was the crack of Amy's ass.
"Okay, Tom is safe and sound." Amy said out loud to herself. Unbeknownst to you she was making a list on her phone and was planning to check each guy she retrieved as safe when she got him back and put him on. If you could have seen this you would have been skeptical over her liberal usage of the word safe, but once again you had absolutely no control over the current situation. Almost as if to rub it in, Amy stuck a finger down the back of her pants, hooking it around you and yanking your wedgied body an inch or so out of her ass absent-mindedly, before returning to her list. Quickly she wrote down the name and article of clothing of each guy who participated in the demonstration before leaving an empty box she could quickly check next to the word safe. Smiling to herself at her ingenuity she then grabbed a nearby bag to bring along with her on her journey. She planned on putting each article of her current outfit into the bag as she replaced them with the ones carrying her protest-pals. You would have absolutely exploded at how poorly thought out this plan was as she ended up bringing a bag anyway that she easily could have carried you all in. In some ways it was actually a good thing that you were stuck in your current ass-prison and not in the real world so you didn't have to bear witness to Amy's idiocy firsthand.
Now prepped for her quest, Amy walked out of her dorm room and began to systematically knock on every nearby door. You weren't prepared in the slightest for even Amy's simple movements as each step steamrolled your thong form between her cheeks, grinding you viciously. The pressure she exerted on you was so great that you even assumed that her massive buns would snap the knots that held your limbs together, much like your mother's had years ago. You shuddered reliving that memory. But it seemed like you had either gotten tougher or Amy's knot-tying ability was better as you weren't granted the relief of snapping out of thong-form.
As far as things could go back up in the realm of normal sized people, they were actually going swimmingly for Amy. It seemed like every girl's door she knocked on had at least one of you guys in their possession and they were more than willing to hand their newly obtained articles of clothing over once they found out the truth. Soon enough Amy had slid the socks onto her sweaty feet, stepped into the running shoes with two guys smeared onto the bottom, clasped the tan bra over her chest despite it been a bit small for her, tied her hair up into a ponytail with the guy shaped as a hairband, and countless more. She was checking off the names on her list at an amazing rate and she was absolutely elated. To be honest all thought of how she was currently torturing all of you still had fled her mind and she was wholeheartedly patting herself on the back for returning each of you to "safety" so quickly.
There was only one name left on her list, it read out "Matt: Back of leggings" and Amy grimaced thinking about what he must have been currently going through. She knocked on the last remaining door of her dorm building, praying that this would be the end of her journey. How does Amy's quest conclude??
"Okay Tom I know Chelsea doesn't think this is the best idea ever but trust me there's no better way! This way I'll be able to keep track of each and every one of you piece by piece until I've gotten you all back!" Amy's resolution struck absolute fear into your heart. You were currently incapable of speaking and knew that your fate was sealed for the foreseeable future. She then began to yank you the rest of the way up her thighs, stopping only briefly at the precipice of her ass cheeks to say, "I'm sorry you picked being the thong for the demonstration too, Tom, especially with your face on the back AND inside. I wish there was any other way to fix this problem but I can't think of any so I'll try to take it easy on you for the time being!" With her asinine statement said, Amy grunted and pulled you upwards, your body sinking so deeply into her ass that it may as well have not been there at all. The only thing visible were your arms and legs, stretched thin and sticking out the top and bottom of her massive crack, mostly visible because your skin was a bit darker than her pale, soft, flesh.
Now firmly cemented, hugging Amy's hips, ass, and entire nether regions tightly your mind was reeling at the ludicrousness of the both the situation and what Amy just said. First of all you didn't even come close to choosing to be turned into a thong, Amy took you saying you would help her as an open invitation to crush you and turn you into whatever she wanted to help her ill-advised protest. Second of all it wasn't like you had any tags or definite shape like a real thong did. Amy could have easily worn you inside out, flipped you around to the front, or any other number of things, but of course she couldn't fathom doing any of those things and now you had a face full of slightly sweaty, damp, ass meat. And third you appreciated her gesture of saying she would take it easy on you but you had no clue what that meant. You were so deep between her cheeks you may as well have been at the center of the earth, and seeing as Amy clearly had no control over how much her ass jiggled and slammed together when she simply moved, there wasn't really any way for her to take it easy on you. Thankfully, Amy slid on a loose flowing skirt, albeit one still short enough that half of her ass poked out the bottom. You really never could tell if she knew how risque she was actually dressing or if she was that oblivious, but right now you couldn't tell regardless as your entire reality was the crack of Amy's ass.
"Okay, Tom is safe and sound." Amy said out loud to herself. Unbeknownst to you she was making a list on her phone and was planning to check each guy she retrieved as safe when she got him back and put him on. If you could have seen this you would have been skeptical over her liberal usage of the word safe, but once again you had absolutely no control over the current situation. Almost as if to rub it in, Amy stuck a finger down the back of her pants, hooking it around you and yanking your wedgied body an inch or so out of her ass absent-mindedly, before returning to her list. Quickly she wrote down the name and article of clothing of each guy who participated in the demonstration before leaving an empty box she could quickly check next to the word safe. Smiling to herself at her ingenuity she then grabbed a nearby bag to bring along with her on her journey. She planned on putting each article of her current outfit into the bag as she replaced them with the ones carrying her protest-pals. You would have absolutely exploded at how poorly thought out this plan was as she ended up bringing a bag anyway that she easily could have carried you all in. In some ways it was actually a good thing that you were stuck in your current ass-prison and not in the real world so you didn't have to bear witness to Amy's idiocy firsthand.
Now prepped for her quest, Amy walked out of her dorm room and began to systematically knock on every nearby door. You weren't prepared in the slightest for even Amy's simple movements as each step steamrolled your thong form between her cheeks, grinding you viciously. The pressure she exerted on you was so great that you even assumed that her massive buns would snap the knots that held your limbs together, much like your mother's had years ago. You shuddered reliving that memory. But it seemed like you had either gotten tougher or Amy's knot-tying ability was better as you weren't granted the relief of snapping out of thong-form.
As far as things could go back up in the realm of normal sized people, they were actually going swimmingly for Amy. It seemed like every girl's door she knocked on had at least one of you guys in their possession and they were more than willing to hand their newly obtained articles of clothing over once they found out the truth. Soon enough Amy had slid the socks onto her sweaty feet, stepped into the running shoes with two guys smeared onto the bottom, clasped the tan bra over her chest despite it been a bit small for her, tied her hair up into a ponytail with the guy shaped as a hairband, and countless more. She was checking off the names on her list at an amazing rate and she was absolutely elated. To be honest all thought of how she was currently torturing all of you still had fled her mind and she was wholeheartedly patting herself on the back for returning each of you to "safety" so quickly.
There was only one name left on her list, it read out "Matt: Back of leggings" and Amy grimaced thinking about what he must have been currently going through. She knocked on the last remaining door of her dorm building, praying that this would be the end of her journey. How does Amy's quest conclude??
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