A Tiny's Right... To Be Used?!
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
“Of course he is happy, Amy! For the first time in his life Tom feels comfortable standing up for the type of progress that he wants to see in the world!” Jessica continued to spin her web of lies, convincing Amy further and further with each passing moment. “He told me that he has always appreciated you being an ally to tinies like him, but he never had the guts to tell you that he didn’t exactly want the rights that you were advocating for!”
Amy’s eyes sparkled with joy, buying into Jessica’s asinine speech without a single doubt. As she held your thong shaped body. The fact that Amy herself had smeared your mouth closed with her thumb when she first shaped you into underwear in the first place had apparently totally slipped her mind. You honestly couldn’t believe that such a passionate girl who seemed to care so deeply for 1 inch guys like you could be so overwhelmingly oblivious.
Finally, Jessica’s diatribe seemed to be coming to a close, as her face broke out into the largest grin yet and she spoke, “He told me right before you came back that his one wish is to be worn by you and used as spokesperson for this entire new side of tiny men’s rights! If you truly do believe in supporting men’s wishes to be respected as regular people, then you must also support men like Tom here who wish to use their squishy nature to the fullest and live in harmony supporting women!”
Jessica stood and mentally crossed her fingers, this was the cherry on top to finish off the period of torture she was trying to condemn you to. For the briefest moment she considered pulling back a little on this prank, as she didn’t hate your guts for any particular reason. But when she imagined how funny it would be for Amy to get all worked up and argue on behalf of wedging your tiny body between her ass cheeks she knew she had to stay committed. Sure enough, Amy was practically on the moon with happiness right now, and believed her (alleged) friend wholeheartedly. Her mind was already racing with new ideas and arguments on behalf of tiny guys like you and how she would go about fulfilling your wish to get this tiny rights movement rolling!
Looking up from you to Jessica, Amy blurted out, “Jessica I can’t thank you enough for telling me all of this! And you too, Tom, it means so much that you would open up about this desire of yours, even if it took you telling Jessica first to break the ice! Either way, I won’t let either of you down!” Amy confidently bunched her hand up into a fist with enthusiasm, smashing you tightly between her fingers without even realizing it. She continued, “I’m going to go back to my dorm now and plan my next protest! Hopefully I’ll see you there Jessica!”
Jessica smiled deeply in response, still putting on her facade of friendliness towards the ditzy Amy. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world” she responded. And in reality she wouldn’t. She had to see her intricate plan come to fruition somehow.
The two girls quickly said their goodbyes and Amy practically skipped back to her dorm room. At this point while you were cursing your own existence, as well as Jessica’s, your mind returned to the dozens of other tiny guys doomed to be used by unaware giantesses as well. Seemingly, Amy had completely bought Jessica’s excuse on their behalf as well, and you could only pray that at least some of those guys would be found eventually.
When Amy got back to her dorm room she locked the door behind you and walked to her desk, dropping your thong form unceremoniously on its surface. You looked up at the bubbly girl’s radiant smile and felt a pang of terror enter your heart. Other than Chelsea, Amy was the only girl on campus who you trusted wholeheartedly with at least treating you as a human. Yes of course you ended up squashed or abused by her on accident countless times, but you knew that at the end of the day she never meant to do those things. But in the span of one short conversation with the Machiavellian Jessica, this energetic girl had been convinced that you wanted to be her thong.
“Tom. I don’t know where to begin! I have to say I’m sorry right off the bat for forcing you to support my narrow view of tiny men’s rights. I had always assumed that each of you had simply wanted to stop being squashed by us normal sized girls and treated like normal people, just smaller. How close-minded of me! Living like that would be suppressing the squishy part of your nature, essentially forcing you all to hide a part of who you are, and that was wrong of me to assume.” Amy’s speech was absolutely soul-crushing to hear. You were mostly scared of whatever the future held for you, but simultaneously you felt terrible that Jessica had influenced this innocent girl into believing such backwards ideas.
She then continued, “You probably could have lived a relatively normal life doing some sort of computer based work like the rest of the world’s men, but that would be forcing you to live up to our standards as regular people, not yours! I’ve never said this before because I was so afraid of dehumanizing tinies, but you guys literally make suuuuuuch good clothes. It's amazing! I remember when I was growing up my mom and I would always accidentally grab either our dad, my brother, or some of his friends and one way or another end up stretching them into something to wear. And when I would eventually discover that I had been using them I would panic and feel so terrible! But deep down I couldn’t help but feel bad about having to give up wearing something so comfortable. I mean, put it this way, Tom. You can graduate college here and just be an average everyday engineer or something boring like that. Or you could be so much better than average and literally be the best thong ever! It makes complete sense to me now that you would choose to be the best at something unique rather than okay at something normal!”
As Amy concluded her unbelievable line of justification as to why it was a good thing for you to be her thong, she slowly slipped out of the shorts she was wearing, as well as her already revealing underwear. You couldn’t move your body at all to see, but you knew she was completely bottomless at this point and that only meant one thing was destined for you. She grabbed your looped arms and legs swiftly, lowering them down to the floor. You saw her massive feet step through the holes between your torso and your limbs, and when you looked up you could only see the comically enormous globes of pale ass-flesh looming above you. You’d experienced Amy’s massive ass more times than you could count, but the fear that it struck into your heart never lessened. Amy, meanwhile, kept speaking confidently, acting as if she was completely used to wearing a man as underwear.
“I’m honestly so glad that you chose to be my thong, too, Tom. This is literally going to be the perfect symbiotic relationship. I’ll make sure your point of view reaches ears across the world through my activism and hard work, and you’ll support my ass better than any regular underwear ever could! Two equally important jobs for two equal people!”
You couldn’t believe that Amy really didn’t see the irony of what she was saying down to you as you were rising past her ridiculously thick thighs. In her head did she really think that being a civil rights activist and being a living breathing thong were equally respectable, important life goals!? You desperately wished that you could even get a word of disagreement in with the ditzy activist, but there was no hope. Your mouth was still squished flat and the crevasse of her butt crack was rapidly approaching. A moment later, you finally reached what was going to be your new home for the time being, colliding with the underside of her buns as even Amy’s previous attempts to shape you into a large thong apparently weren't enough. With a bit of force, Amy finally yanked your limbs over her cheeks and rocketed your face and torso deep into the abyss of her crack. The heat, pressure, and humidity of her flesh around you was overwhelming. It was pure torture, and the woman inflicting it upon you was convinced that you wanted to be there.
“I apologize in advance for how sweaty my butt gets Tom, I just can’t help… wait a minute! I forgot how absorbent your squishy bodies are! God it just keeps making more and more sense, how could I not see in the past how perfect you are for this!? I’m so sorry that I didn’t give you the chance to express yourself sooner. It must have been torture knowing that you weren’t living up to the potential that you could have been.” Amy said in a truly kind but idiotic way, caressing her own ass cheek with her palm gently. For you all this did was compress her butt further onto you, but to her she was giving you a loving gesture. “I’ve torn holes in so many thongs that were too small for me in the past, but even though you’re quite small yourself you feel comfier than any other fabric I’ve ever felt! Ugh you’re fulfilling your purpose so well down there and I’m doing nothing to keep up on my end! I’m going to sit down right now and start thinking of ways to spread the word that tiny guys like you can be whatever they want to be, including underwear!”
Forgoing even putting on pants, Amy pulled her desk chair out and slammed her ass down on the seat, her mind already running through ideas of how to help spread her backwards ideas about tiny men’s rights. Her ass flesh flowing over the sides of the firm wooden chair, quivering slightly as she began speedily writing. You, meanwhile, were devastated once more. If her ass was tight enough just standing up, then sitting down was a different animal. It was tighter, hotter, and sweatier than before, and there was no end in sight.
What does Amy come up with?
Amy’s eyes sparkled with joy, buying into Jessica’s asinine speech without a single doubt. As she held your thong shaped body. The fact that Amy herself had smeared your mouth closed with her thumb when she first shaped you into underwear in the first place had apparently totally slipped her mind. You honestly couldn’t believe that such a passionate girl who seemed to care so deeply for 1 inch guys like you could be so overwhelmingly oblivious.
Finally, Jessica’s diatribe seemed to be coming to a close, as her face broke out into the largest grin yet and she spoke, “He told me right before you came back that his one wish is to be worn by you and used as spokesperson for this entire new side of tiny men’s rights! If you truly do believe in supporting men’s wishes to be respected as regular people, then you must also support men like Tom here who wish to use their squishy nature to the fullest and live in harmony supporting women!”
Jessica stood and mentally crossed her fingers, this was the cherry on top to finish off the period of torture she was trying to condemn you to. For the briefest moment she considered pulling back a little on this prank, as she didn’t hate your guts for any particular reason. But when she imagined how funny it would be for Amy to get all worked up and argue on behalf of wedging your tiny body between her ass cheeks she knew she had to stay committed. Sure enough, Amy was practically on the moon with happiness right now, and believed her (alleged) friend wholeheartedly. Her mind was already racing with new ideas and arguments on behalf of tiny guys like you and how she would go about fulfilling your wish to get this tiny rights movement rolling!
Looking up from you to Jessica, Amy blurted out, “Jessica I can’t thank you enough for telling me all of this! And you too, Tom, it means so much that you would open up about this desire of yours, even if it took you telling Jessica first to break the ice! Either way, I won’t let either of you down!” Amy confidently bunched her hand up into a fist with enthusiasm, smashing you tightly between her fingers without even realizing it. She continued, “I’m going to go back to my dorm now and plan my next protest! Hopefully I’ll see you there Jessica!”
Jessica smiled deeply in response, still putting on her facade of friendliness towards the ditzy Amy. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world” she responded. And in reality she wouldn’t. She had to see her intricate plan come to fruition somehow.
The two girls quickly said their goodbyes and Amy practically skipped back to her dorm room. At this point while you were cursing your own existence, as well as Jessica’s, your mind returned to the dozens of other tiny guys doomed to be used by unaware giantesses as well. Seemingly, Amy had completely bought Jessica’s excuse on their behalf as well, and you could only pray that at least some of those guys would be found eventually.
When Amy got back to her dorm room she locked the door behind you and walked to her desk, dropping your thong form unceremoniously on its surface. You looked up at the bubbly girl’s radiant smile and felt a pang of terror enter your heart. Other than Chelsea, Amy was the only girl on campus who you trusted wholeheartedly with at least treating you as a human. Yes of course you ended up squashed or abused by her on accident countless times, but you knew that at the end of the day she never meant to do those things. But in the span of one short conversation with the Machiavellian Jessica, this energetic girl had been convinced that you wanted to be her thong.
“Tom. I don’t know where to begin! I have to say I’m sorry right off the bat for forcing you to support my narrow view of tiny men’s rights. I had always assumed that each of you had simply wanted to stop being squashed by us normal sized girls and treated like normal people, just smaller. How close-minded of me! Living like that would be suppressing the squishy part of your nature, essentially forcing you all to hide a part of who you are, and that was wrong of me to assume.” Amy’s speech was absolutely soul-crushing to hear. You were mostly scared of whatever the future held for you, but simultaneously you felt terrible that Jessica had influenced this innocent girl into believing such backwards ideas.
She then continued, “You probably could have lived a relatively normal life doing some sort of computer based work like the rest of the world’s men, but that would be forcing you to live up to our standards as regular people, not yours! I’ve never said this before because I was so afraid of dehumanizing tinies, but you guys literally make suuuuuuch good clothes. It's amazing! I remember when I was growing up my mom and I would always accidentally grab either our dad, my brother, or some of his friends and one way or another end up stretching them into something to wear. And when I would eventually discover that I had been using them I would panic and feel so terrible! But deep down I couldn’t help but feel bad about having to give up wearing something so comfortable. I mean, put it this way, Tom. You can graduate college here and just be an average everyday engineer or something boring like that. Or you could be so much better than average and literally be the best thong ever! It makes complete sense to me now that you would choose to be the best at something unique rather than okay at something normal!”
As Amy concluded her unbelievable line of justification as to why it was a good thing for you to be her thong, she slowly slipped out of the shorts she was wearing, as well as her already revealing underwear. You couldn’t move your body at all to see, but you knew she was completely bottomless at this point and that only meant one thing was destined for you. She grabbed your looped arms and legs swiftly, lowering them down to the floor. You saw her massive feet step through the holes between your torso and your limbs, and when you looked up you could only see the comically enormous globes of pale ass-flesh looming above you. You’d experienced Amy’s massive ass more times than you could count, but the fear that it struck into your heart never lessened. Amy, meanwhile, kept speaking confidently, acting as if she was completely used to wearing a man as underwear.
“I’m honestly so glad that you chose to be my thong, too, Tom. This is literally going to be the perfect symbiotic relationship. I’ll make sure your point of view reaches ears across the world through my activism and hard work, and you’ll support my ass better than any regular underwear ever could! Two equally important jobs for two equal people!”
You couldn’t believe that Amy really didn’t see the irony of what she was saying down to you as you were rising past her ridiculously thick thighs. In her head did she really think that being a civil rights activist and being a living breathing thong were equally respectable, important life goals!? You desperately wished that you could even get a word of disagreement in with the ditzy activist, but there was no hope. Your mouth was still squished flat and the crevasse of her butt crack was rapidly approaching. A moment later, you finally reached what was going to be your new home for the time being, colliding with the underside of her buns as even Amy’s previous attempts to shape you into a large thong apparently weren't enough. With a bit of force, Amy finally yanked your limbs over her cheeks and rocketed your face and torso deep into the abyss of her crack. The heat, pressure, and humidity of her flesh around you was overwhelming. It was pure torture, and the woman inflicting it upon you was convinced that you wanted to be there.
“I apologize in advance for how sweaty my butt gets Tom, I just can’t help… wait a minute! I forgot how absorbent your squishy bodies are! God it just keeps making more and more sense, how could I not see in the past how perfect you are for this!? I’m so sorry that I didn’t give you the chance to express yourself sooner. It must have been torture knowing that you weren’t living up to the potential that you could have been.” Amy said in a truly kind but idiotic way, caressing her own ass cheek with her palm gently. For you all this did was compress her butt further onto you, but to her she was giving you a loving gesture. “I’ve torn holes in so many thongs that were too small for me in the past, but even though you’re quite small yourself you feel comfier than any other fabric I’ve ever felt! Ugh you’re fulfilling your purpose so well down there and I’m doing nothing to keep up on my end! I’m going to sit down right now and start thinking of ways to spread the word that tiny guys like you can be whatever they want to be, including underwear!”
Forgoing even putting on pants, Amy pulled her desk chair out and slammed her ass down on the seat, her mind already running through ideas of how to help spread her backwards ideas about tiny men’s rights. Her ass flesh flowing over the sides of the firm wooden chair, quivering slightly as she began speedily writing. You, meanwhile, were devastated once more. If her ass was tight enough just standing up, then sitting down was a different animal. It was tighter, hotter, and sweatier than before, and there was no end in sight.
What does Amy come up with?
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