Amy's Attempted Recovery
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
unknown
Amy frowned, smoke practically pouring out of her ears from the gears frantically turning in her head. Finally, with some hesitation, she realized that Chelsea was probably right. Though it would aid her memory, Amy recognized that her little helpers probably didn’t want to spend any time stuck on her body by being worn. In fact, Amy was beginning to fear no one would want to help her out with a protest ever again after this.
Hastily yanking you down her legs, you breathed in the cool fresh air of her dorm room and prayed to every divine being up above for convincing Amy to listen to Chelsea, the constant voice of reason in your life. Lying on the floor, you watched the curvaceous blonde struggle back into her own thong and leggings, and then bend down to pick you up.
“Sorry about all of this Tom, I really am.” Amy sincerely apologized, tears in her eyes. “This has all gone to shit, and I never wanted any of you to come to harm. We’ll do the display right next time.” Amy reasoned, and you mentally slapped your head. You couldn’t believe Amy was actually considering doing this whole nonsensical protest display again in the future.
Dropping you into a big black trash bag, Amy continued. “I’ll go to each girl’s room, door by door, and get everyone back. This bag will keep ‘em all safe while I go room to room. Then, you can all reform in my room and head back to your tiny dorm boxes, safe and sound.” The blonde giantess explained, slipping her phone into her pocket. “I’ll even keep track of everyone on my phone, to make sure I don’t miss anyone.”
Since you couldn’t exactly respond while molded into the shape of a thong, Amy pretending your silence was an agreement to her statement, and then she left her dorm room, walking a few feet down the hallway and knocking politely on the door.
The first girl to open the door smiled happily upon seeing Amy. “Oh hey, what’s up Amy? Need something?”
Amy fidgeting nervously. “Yeah…were you at the display outside, a few minutes ago?”
“Sure! Don’t know what it was, but that pudding was delicious! Really hit the spot!” The girl grinned excitedly and rubbed her toned tummy for emphasis. As if on cue, a soft gurgling noise rose up from her stomach, and the girl blushed sheepishly.
Amy’s eyes widened, and she tried to steady her breathing. “…okay. Just checking.” She said, almost robotically, before closing her friend’s dorm room door herself and walking down the hall. She figured there was no sense in pressing the issue further when the poor tinies in the pudding were already wallowing away in the girl’s gut. Of course, the girl could’ve easily puked them out if Amy had alerted her, but that thought didn’t even cross the airheaded activist’s mind.
The next rooms went significantly smoother than the first, and Amy was able to retrieve nearly every single one of the missing tinies without much difficulty. It was a little difficult to persuade one buxom girl from taking off the tiny-turned bikini top she had just put on, and even harder for a different girl to part with the comfiest insoles she’d ever worn, but Amy made it work somehow.
Several hours passed, and Amy was growing weary and exhausted, but only one tiny was still missing: Lucas, the poor boy engrained onto the ass section of a pair of leggings. Praying for the correct door, Amy knocked on the final door. While she waited for the girl inside to answer, Amy spotted someone further down the hall pushing a large cart with the words “Thrift Donations” written on it.
Before she could dwell on that, the door swung open, and Amy allowed herself inside. Sighing dramatically, the beautiful but oblivious activist dropped her huge black trash bag of clothes and accessories near the door. The weight of the bag had grown tremendous as the afternoon had progressed. Of course, Amy didn’t notice she had set the bag down right beside two other, similarly sized bags containing similar articles of clothing and accessories…
“C-can I help you?” The girl inside the room asked, nervously twirling her hair.
“Yeah, have you been to the display outside today?” Amy asked, wiping sweat from her overworked brow. “The one with clothes and stuff?”
The girl nodded. “Uh huh. I f-found some cute…leggings.” The girl motioned to the pair of leggings Lucas was trapped in lying on her bed. One could barely distinguish the faint tan smudge on the back, indicating Lucas’s presence.
Amy smiled appreciatively. “Thank you for your honesty. Unfortunately, those leggings were found to have a tiny ingrained into them, so I’ll need them back.”
“Oh no!” The girl exclaimed, shocked. “T-totally…please help the p-poor tiny!”
Amy walked further into the girl’s room to pick up the leggings, right as another knock sounded on the door. Amy paid it no mind (as it wasn’t her dorm room anyway), and the shy girl craned her neck to look out into the hallway. A friendly, bespectacled girl stood at the door, a tight t-shirt emblazoned with a logo that read “THRIFTY SAVINGS!” stretched comically across her large breasts.
The glasses-wearing girl grinned. “Don’t want to bother you, miss! Can I take all of this stuff by the door?” She gestured to the three trash bags of clothes and accessories. The shy girl nodded, but was a bit confused why there were three bags instead of two.
“Of c-course.”
The glasses girl flashed a thumbs-up. “Thanks for you donations!” She added, before grabbing each bag one by one and tossing them into the huge cart in the hall, which was already filled to the brim with trash bags stuffed with donations gathered from the dorms.
Inside of the bag, you had heard the entire conversation, and even though you couldn’t see outside of the darkened bag, you could piece together what was happening. You began to mentally scream and cry out, but obviously your pleas were silent and useless. You tried to wiggle or thrash for attention but could not succeed in that either. You couldn’t even reform while molded into your thong shape.
Totally at the mercy of the blissfully unaware thrift store employee, you and the rest of the tinies in the bag were tossed like ragdolls as the girl dumped your bag into the cart. Bra and panty-shaped tinies bounced around in the bag, headband and bracelet-shaped tinies collided with one another, and one tiny elaborately stretched into the form of a cute miniskirt wrapped helplessly around your own thong-shaped body.
Right at that moment, Amy turned around to face the door to the dorm room, leggings in hand, and caught the last second of the glasses-wearing giantess tossing the final bag into the cart. She shrieked so loud that the shy girl beside her physically recoiled in a panic, and Amy rushed outside. She hurriedly grabbed the equally startled thrift store employee’s arm and shouted at her.
“Wait, please wait!” Amy cried. “That was my bag, not a donation!”
The glasses girl paused. “Oh. Oh, really? I’m sorry.” She smiled in embarrassment. “And here I was about to roll the cart back down the elevator. My bad.”
“Can…” Amy took a deep breath. “Can I look through the bags to find mine?”
The girl frowned. “You don’t recognize it right away? I’m sorry, but I only have a minute or two to spare. Our store is closing in a little bit, and my boss really wanted me to bring in these donations so we can get them price tagged and displayed for opening hours tomorrow.”
Amy paled, and looked at the mass pile of identical trash bags in the cart. Numbly, she approached the first bag and peered into it, her whole body shaking.
Standing over her shoulder, the girl continued. “This donation haul is pretty awesome. Our store is going to make so many girls so happy with all these sweet and cute new clothing and accessory items.”
Amy began to sweat profusely as she looked into the bag, which just so happened to be the correct bag (though the ditzy blonde hadn’t figured that out just yet). Her eyes scanned each item she could see, ranging from bikini tops and bottoms to stylish t-shirts, stretchy booty shorts, socks, heels, and more.
Gazing up from your half-buried position in the bag, you stared in horror as Amy’s eyes passed over you and every other transformed or trapped tiny, seemingly not recognizing her own handiwork. You prayed to the heavens for your one and only potential savior to notice you, or else you and every other tiny would relive the display incident earlier today again at the thrift store, but much, much worse. Who knows what girl would walk away with you there, or where that girl would live?
After a minute, the glasses-wearing employee cleared her throat. “I need you to hurry up now, miss. Please take your bag. I’ve really gotta run.”
Amy let out a short gasp, looked into your bag once more, looked at the bag sitting beside it, filled with a nearly identical selection of clothing items, and…
Hastily yanking you down her legs, you breathed in the cool fresh air of her dorm room and prayed to every divine being up above for convincing Amy to listen to Chelsea, the constant voice of reason in your life. Lying on the floor, you watched the curvaceous blonde struggle back into her own thong and leggings, and then bend down to pick you up.
“Sorry about all of this Tom, I really am.” Amy sincerely apologized, tears in her eyes. “This has all gone to shit, and I never wanted any of you to come to harm. We’ll do the display right next time.” Amy reasoned, and you mentally slapped your head. You couldn’t believe Amy was actually considering doing this whole nonsensical protest display again in the future.
Dropping you into a big black trash bag, Amy continued. “I’ll go to each girl’s room, door by door, and get everyone back. This bag will keep ‘em all safe while I go room to room. Then, you can all reform in my room and head back to your tiny dorm boxes, safe and sound.” The blonde giantess explained, slipping her phone into her pocket. “I’ll even keep track of everyone on my phone, to make sure I don’t miss anyone.”
Since you couldn’t exactly respond while molded into the shape of a thong, Amy pretending your silence was an agreement to her statement, and then she left her dorm room, walking a few feet down the hallway and knocking politely on the door.
The first girl to open the door smiled happily upon seeing Amy. “Oh hey, what’s up Amy? Need something?”
Amy fidgeting nervously. “Yeah…were you at the display outside, a few minutes ago?”
“Sure! Don’t know what it was, but that pudding was delicious! Really hit the spot!” The girl grinned excitedly and rubbed her toned tummy for emphasis. As if on cue, a soft gurgling noise rose up from her stomach, and the girl blushed sheepishly.
Amy’s eyes widened, and she tried to steady her breathing. “…okay. Just checking.” She said, almost robotically, before closing her friend’s dorm room door herself and walking down the hall. She figured there was no sense in pressing the issue further when the poor tinies in the pudding were already wallowing away in the girl’s gut. Of course, the girl could’ve easily puked them out if Amy had alerted her, but that thought didn’t even cross the airheaded activist’s mind.
The next rooms went significantly smoother than the first, and Amy was able to retrieve nearly every single one of the missing tinies without much difficulty. It was a little difficult to persuade one buxom girl from taking off the tiny-turned bikini top she had just put on, and even harder for a different girl to part with the comfiest insoles she’d ever worn, but Amy made it work somehow.
Several hours passed, and Amy was growing weary and exhausted, but only one tiny was still missing: Lucas, the poor boy engrained onto the ass section of a pair of leggings. Praying for the correct door, Amy knocked on the final door. While she waited for the girl inside to answer, Amy spotted someone further down the hall pushing a large cart with the words “Thrift Donations” written on it.
Before she could dwell on that, the door swung open, and Amy allowed herself inside. Sighing dramatically, the beautiful but oblivious activist dropped her huge black trash bag of clothes and accessories near the door. The weight of the bag had grown tremendous as the afternoon had progressed. Of course, Amy didn’t notice she had set the bag down right beside two other, similarly sized bags containing similar articles of clothing and accessories…
“C-can I help you?” The girl inside the room asked, nervously twirling her hair.
“Yeah, have you been to the display outside today?” Amy asked, wiping sweat from her overworked brow. “The one with clothes and stuff?”
The girl nodded. “Uh huh. I f-found some cute…leggings.” The girl motioned to the pair of leggings Lucas was trapped in lying on her bed. One could barely distinguish the faint tan smudge on the back, indicating Lucas’s presence.
Amy smiled appreciatively. “Thank you for your honesty. Unfortunately, those leggings were found to have a tiny ingrained into them, so I’ll need them back.”
“Oh no!” The girl exclaimed, shocked. “T-totally…please help the p-poor tiny!”
Amy walked further into the girl’s room to pick up the leggings, right as another knock sounded on the door. Amy paid it no mind (as it wasn’t her dorm room anyway), and the shy girl craned her neck to look out into the hallway. A friendly, bespectacled girl stood at the door, a tight t-shirt emblazoned with a logo that read “THRIFTY SAVINGS!” stretched comically across her large breasts.
The glasses-wearing girl grinned. “Don’t want to bother you, miss! Can I take all of this stuff by the door?” She gestured to the three trash bags of clothes and accessories. The shy girl nodded, but was a bit confused why there were three bags instead of two.
“Of c-course.”
The glasses girl flashed a thumbs-up. “Thanks for you donations!” She added, before grabbing each bag one by one and tossing them into the huge cart in the hall, which was already filled to the brim with trash bags stuffed with donations gathered from the dorms.
Inside of the bag, you had heard the entire conversation, and even though you couldn’t see outside of the darkened bag, you could piece together what was happening. You began to mentally scream and cry out, but obviously your pleas were silent and useless. You tried to wiggle or thrash for attention but could not succeed in that either. You couldn’t even reform while molded into your thong shape.
Totally at the mercy of the blissfully unaware thrift store employee, you and the rest of the tinies in the bag were tossed like ragdolls as the girl dumped your bag into the cart. Bra and panty-shaped tinies bounced around in the bag, headband and bracelet-shaped tinies collided with one another, and one tiny elaborately stretched into the form of a cute miniskirt wrapped helplessly around your own thong-shaped body.
Right at that moment, Amy turned around to face the door to the dorm room, leggings in hand, and caught the last second of the glasses-wearing giantess tossing the final bag into the cart. She shrieked so loud that the shy girl beside her physically recoiled in a panic, and Amy rushed outside. She hurriedly grabbed the equally startled thrift store employee’s arm and shouted at her.
“Wait, please wait!” Amy cried. “That was my bag, not a donation!”
The glasses girl paused. “Oh. Oh, really? I’m sorry.” She smiled in embarrassment. “And here I was about to roll the cart back down the elevator. My bad.”
“Can…” Amy took a deep breath. “Can I look through the bags to find mine?”
The girl frowned. “You don’t recognize it right away? I’m sorry, but I only have a minute or two to spare. Our store is closing in a little bit, and my boss really wanted me to bring in these donations so we can get them price tagged and displayed for opening hours tomorrow.”
Amy paled, and looked at the mass pile of identical trash bags in the cart. Numbly, she approached the first bag and peered into it, her whole body shaking.
Standing over her shoulder, the girl continued. “This donation haul is pretty awesome. Our store is going to make so many girls so happy with all these sweet and cute new clothing and accessory items.”
Amy began to sweat profusely as she looked into the bag, which just so happened to be the correct bag (though the ditzy blonde hadn’t figured that out just yet). Her eyes scanned each item she could see, ranging from bikini tops and bottoms to stylish t-shirts, stretchy booty shorts, socks, heels, and more.
Gazing up from your half-buried position in the bag, you stared in horror as Amy’s eyes passed over you and every other transformed or trapped tiny, seemingly not recognizing her own handiwork. You prayed to the heavens for your one and only potential savior to notice you, or else you and every other tiny would relive the display incident earlier today again at the thrift store, but much, much worse. Who knows what girl would walk away with you there, or where that girl would live?
After a minute, the glasses-wearing employee cleared her throat. “I need you to hurry up now, miss. Please take your bag. I’ve really gotta run.”
Amy let out a short gasp, looked into your bag once more, looked at the bag sitting beside it, filled with a nearly identical selection of clothing items, and…
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March 28, 2025
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