Amy Starts a Movement, and You Move With Her Ass
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
“Hmm, what about Let Them Be Squished? No that’s not catchy… Expressing Humanity through Becoming an Object? No that’s not good either.” Amy furiously scribbled idea after idea onto her notepad before crossing each one out. She had been writing for the better part of an hour and evidently having a hard time. Despite being buried deep between mountains of untoned ass, you could still hear the muffled words of your captor.
“Ugh” Amy exclaimed before dropping her pencil and leaning back into her hard, wooden chair. Her ass compressed even further onto the unforgiving surface, absolutely mashing your face and torso like floss in her crack.
Still leaning back in her chair, Amy said, “This is so hard to put into words that people will understand, Tom. I mean, to the average person, becoming a living breathing thong would be absolute torture! Me, personally, I don’t think I could do it. Just thinking about how your entire identity is essentially a piece of string that runs through my butt crack and around my hips sounds crazy to me! Plus having to deal with my butt sweat, and god forbid if I have to fart….. but see I’m not like you!”
Amy hooked a finger around one of your arms that was currently pulled taut around her hips mindlessly as she continued, “I’m not afraid to say it but I’m not as mature as you are, Tom. I still want to do normal person things like eat good food, hang out with friends, exercise, whatever! But you, Tom, you’ve achieved self-actualization. You know exactly what your greatest potential is. It’s to be the best thong ever! And despite not knowing if the world would understand, you sought out to fulfill your potential anyway! It’s like you’ve achieved this level of enlightenment that I or nobody else can comprehend. I just hope one day I can find a purpose as perfect for me as yours is for you.” Amy concluded her speech, still thoughtlessly twirling your stretched out arm between her fingers.
Down in your dank, pressure cooker of a prison, you were absolutely floored. It seemed like Amy had taken whatever she had learned in her Philosophy 101 class and simply applied it to your ridiculous situation. You were livid, mostly at Jessica to be honest. Despite Amy’s insane rambling, her heart was actually in the right place. She truly thought that she was helping you achieve your goals. It just seemed insane to you that Amy actually believed your entire purpose in life was to be underwear. You knew that due to your size you would never be able to do a number of physical things that regular sized women could do, but you could still live a relatively normal life! Plus, just because you were capable of being molded into a thong doesn’t mean that you were destined to be one! You just wished that your mouth could work for a single second so you could explain the misunderstanding to Amy, but thus far you haven’t had the chance. Mentally you cried out to the heavens for help. Chelsea, a teacher, even your careless goofball of a mother would be a godsend if they knew about you, but none did.
“It breaks my heart to think that there are potentially thousands or even millions of tiny guys like you out there who don’t have the guts to open up to someone like me! I can’t imagine all of those little dudes running around, avoiding getting squashed, and trying to live like shrunken down regular people instead of embracing their real identity. I promise, Tom, if I can do half as good of a job advocating for your rights as you do as my thong then the world will know about your lifestyle in no time. Just imagine it, countless guys being as useful and fulfilled as you are! Now that’s the world I want to live in!”
Amy’s vision got more and more grandiose, as she sat up in her chair excitedly, further jostling her mammoth cheeks around you. As you were pummeled by each bun you panicked even further. You knew that her actually starting this movement would not only be the nail in the coffin for your hopes of a normal life, but it would certainly condemn countless other guys to terrible fates as well. In a fit of rage you mustered every ounce of strength in your body and willed yourself to wiggle. Normally when you were stretched as far as you had to be to fit Amy’s enormous lower body, you couldn’t move a muscle. But out of sheer willpower you managed to move the tiniest bit, vibrating briefly deep in her ass. You could only pray that she would get the message and at least give you a chance to speak further, in an ideal world by taking you off.
“Oh!” Amy exclaimed, looking down at her meaty thighs and the incredibly revealing shape of your body, mostly disappeared underneath her. “I knew you would be as passionate about this as I am, Tom! Plus I even had a little itch down there with you and your movement scratched it! How did you know!? God it’s like you and my butt are soulmates or something! You legit keep improving as my thong every second, and here I am just wasting time! I’m going to go to the Dean’s office and make this movement official right now!”
As far as your heart had sunk already from Amy’s previous speech, it plummeted even further. Your final desperate act of communication towards the kind but idiotic giantess who was accidentally torturing you ended with of the outcome you desired. Amy quickly shot up out of her chair, providing you the briefest respite from the overbearing pressure of your new life, before her cheeks swung back into place, pinning you between them once more. Still, it wasn’t quite as bad as when she was sitting down, but it wasn’t enjoyable in the slightest. Unbeknownst to you, since her tremendous buns more than blocked any sliver of light from reaching you, Amy intentionally slipped on a flowy, short skirt. One which she could hike up in a moment’s notice. In her mind she was going to lay her new discovery out for the Dean, and not take no for an answer. She was going to get the school to recognize your new lifestyle choice as a thong, no matter what it took.
Amy quickly locked her door and power walked towards the Dean’s chambers. It was across campus, but with her current dedication she was fired up enough to speed walk the whole way. Any passerby would see a practically cartoonish amount of flesh jiggling on this gorgeous woman as she jetted across the school grounds. Amy, of course, didn’t notice a single other person. She was on a mission and nobody would stand in her way. Unfortunately, the only people standing in her way was the cross section of the tinies only walkway. Far too caught up in her own thoughts to look down, the most devout of tiny rights activists casually stomped her sandal-clad foot down onto a dozen or so guys trying to get to their next class. Amy didn’t even feel their minuscule bodies beneath her, as luckily they were left behind in twitching heaps rather than smeared onto her sole.
After a few more minutes, Amy’s ass began to sweat profusely in the summer sun, rolling down the cleft of her crack and right onto your body. Cursing your absorbent qualities, your body soaked up the earthy smelling liquid happily. You cried silently, partly due to the physical torture of the situation, but also partly because you realized that Amy was kind of right about you being the perfect thong. In no way in hell did you ever want to be one, but it was hard to argue that you weren’t a high quality piece of underwear. You couldn’t help but think about the countless amount of times that you had seen a visible outline of Amy’s butt, darkened with enough sweat to show through her leggings. With you as her thong, you knew that would never happen.
Regardless of your effectiveness as clothing, you hated every second of it, and that wasn’t going to change as Amy’s powerful stride tossed her ass cheeks to and fro around you. You were being beaten senseless and drowned at the same time. Finally, it seemed like Amy’s journey had come to a conclusion, as her pace slowed down, and you heard the sound of two large doors opening.
When Amy opened the doors to the Dean’s office, she was pleasantly surprised to see her new “friend” Jessica sitting in there as well. She then ditzily remembered that Jessica was the Dean’s daughter, so of course it made sense for them to spend some time together. Realizing this, Amy’s eyes lit up as she knew Jessica would support whatever pitch that she made! After all, she was the one who acted as the messenger for Tom in the first place!
“Dean Chamberlain…”
“Ugh” Amy exclaimed before dropping her pencil and leaning back into her hard, wooden chair. Her ass compressed even further onto the unforgiving surface, absolutely mashing your face and torso like floss in her crack.
Still leaning back in her chair, Amy said, “This is so hard to put into words that people will understand, Tom. I mean, to the average person, becoming a living breathing thong would be absolute torture! Me, personally, I don’t think I could do it. Just thinking about how your entire identity is essentially a piece of string that runs through my butt crack and around my hips sounds crazy to me! Plus having to deal with my butt sweat, and god forbid if I have to fart….. but see I’m not like you!”
Amy hooked a finger around one of your arms that was currently pulled taut around her hips mindlessly as she continued, “I’m not afraid to say it but I’m not as mature as you are, Tom. I still want to do normal person things like eat good food, hang out with friends, exercise, whatever! But you, Tom, you’ve achieved self-actualization. You know exactly what your greatest potential is. It’s to be the best thong ever! And despite not knowing if the world would understand, you sought out to fulfill your potential anyway! It’s like you’ve achieved this level of enlightenment that I or nobody else can comprehend. I just hope one day I can find a purpose as perfect for me as yours is for you.” Amy concluded her speech, still thoughtlessly twirling your stretched out arm between her fingers.
Down in your dank, pressure cooker of a prison, you were absolutely floored. It seemed like Amy had taken whatever she had learned in her Philosophy 101 class and simply applied it to your ridiculous situation. You were livid, mostly at Jessica to be honest. Despite Amy’s insane rambling, her heart was actually in the right place. She truly thought that she was helping you achieve your goals. It just seemed insane to you that Amy actually believed your entire purpose in life was to be underwear. You knew that due to your size you would never be able to do a number of physical things that regular sized women could do, but you could still live a relatively normal life! Plus, just because you were capable of being molded into a thong doesn’t mean that you were destined to be one! You just wished that your mouth could work for a single second so you could explain the misunderstanding to Amy, but thus far you haven’t had the chance. Mentally you cried out to the heavens for help. Chelsea, a teacher, even your careless goofball of a mother would be a godsend if they knew about you, but none did.
“It breaks my heart to think that there are potentially thousands or even millions of tiny guys like you out there who don’t have the guts to open up to someone like me! I can’t imagine all of those little dudes running around, avoiding getting squashed, and trying to live like shrunken down regular people instead of embracing their real identity. I promise, Tom, if I can do half as good of a job advocating for your rights as you do as my thong then the world will know about your lifestyle in no time. Just imagine it, countless guys being as useful and fulfilled as you are! Now that’s the world I want to live in!”
Amy’s vision got more and more grandiose, as she sat up in her chair excitedly, further jostling her mammoth cheeks around you. As you were pummeled by each bun you panicked even further. You knew that her actually starting this movement would not only be the nail in the coffin for your hopes of a normal life, but it would certainly condemn countless other guys to terrible fates as well. In a fit of rage you mustered every ounce of strength in your body and willed yourself to wiggle. Normally when you were stretched as far as you had to be to fit Amy’s enormous lower body, you couldn’t move a muscle. But out of sheer willpower you managed to move the tiniest bit, vibrating briefly deep in her ass. You could only pray that she would get the message and at least give you a chance to speak further, in an ideal world by taking you off.
“Oh!” Amy exclaimed, looking down at her meaty thighs and the incredibly revealing shape of your body, mostly disappeared underneath her. “I knew you would be as passionate about this as I am, Tom! Plus I even had a little itch down there with you and your movement scratched it! How did you know!? God it’s like you and my butt are soulmates or something! You legit keep improving as my thong every second, and here I am just wasting time! I’m going to go to the Dean’s office and make this movement official right now!”
As far as your heart had sunk already from Amy’s previous speech, it plummeted even further. Your final desperate act of communication towards the kind but idiotic giantess who was accidentally torturing you ended with of the outcome you desired. Amy quickly shot up out of her chair, providing you the briefest respite from the overbearing pressure of your new life, before her cheeks swung back into place, pinning you between them once more. Still, it wasn’t quite as bad as when she was sitting down, but it wasn’t enjoyable in the slightest. Unbeknownst to you, since her tremendous buns more than blocked any sliver of light from reaching you, Amy intentionally slipped on a flowy, short skirt. One which she could hike up in a moment’s notice. In her mind she was going to lay her new discovery out for the Dean, and not take no for an answer. She was going to get the school to recognize your new lifestyle choice as a thong, no matter what it took.
Amy quickly locked her door and power walked towards the Dean’s chambers. It was across campus, but with her current dedication she was fired up enough to speed walk the whole way. Any passerby would see a practically cartoonish amount of flesh jiggling on this gorgeous woman as she jetted across the school grounds. Amy, of course, didn’t notice a single other person. She was on a mission and nobody would stand in her way. Unfortunately, the only people standing in her way was the cross section of the tinies only walkway. Far too caught up in her own thoughts to look down, the most devout of tiny rights activists casually stomped her sandal-clad foot down onto a dozen or so guys trying to get to their next class. Amy didn’t even feel their minuscule bodies beneath her, as luckily they were left behind in twitching heaps rather than smeared onto her sole.
After a few more minutes, Amy’s ass began to sweat profusely in the summer sun, rolling down the cleft of her crack and right onto your body. Cursing your absorbent qualities, your body soaked up the earthy smelling liquid happily. You cried silently, partly due to the physical torture of the situation, but also partly because you realized that Amy was kind of right about you being the perfect thong. In no way in hell did you ever want to be one, but it was hard to argue that you weren’t a high quality piece of underwear. You couldn’t help but think about the countless amount of times that you had seen a visible outline of Amy’s butt, darkened with enough sweat to show through her leggings. With you as her thong, you knew that would never happen.
Regardless of your effectiveness as clothing, you hated every second of it, and that wasn’t going to change as Amy’s powerful stride tossed her ass cheeks to and fro around you. You were being beaten senseless and drowned at the same time. Finally, it seemed like Amy’s journey had come to a conclusion, as her pace slowed down, and you heard the sound of two large doors opening.
When Amy opened the doors to the Dean’s office, she was pleasantly surprised to see her new “friend” Jessica sitting in there as well. She then ditzily remembered that Jessica was the Dean’s daughter, so of course it made sense for them to spend some time together. Realizing this, Amy’s eyes lit up as she knew Jessica would support whatever pitch that she made! After all, she was the one who acted as the messenger for Tom in the first place!
“Dean Chamberlain…”
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