Tiny Property Rights
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
The stadium fell silent as Amy approached the podium, speech in hand. Her dirty blonde hair was in a ponytail, her big nerd glasses ready. She'd tried to dress professionally, donning a blue jacket and miniskirt which still exposed too much flesh. She heard cameras click as they photographed her, she saw the red lights on the cameras indicating they were rolling, and Jessica, sitting in the front row giving her a big thumbs up let her know the entire event was live-streaming. Members of Amy's tiny rights group were also present in the front row, in a chair next to Jessica, and while they looked surprisingly nervous around Amy's new friend, all the tinies in the group greeted her with excited waves, no doubt happy for a form of protest that wouldn't end with them accidentally squashed by their gigantic ally.
Their presence comforted Amy. After all, she was doing this speech for them as much as she was for you, but she couldn't deny that you now occupied a special place in her heart. With a clench of her cheeks, Amy gave you one last crushing "hug" for luck, vowing not to let you down.
"Ladies, tinies, fellow students and members of the press, thank you all for being here today, a day which will usher in a new era for the rights of tinies across the globe!"
The tinies in her activist group cheered as loud as they could but it was hard to hear them over the half-hearted applause from those assembled in the stadium for extra credit. The reporters remained neutral.
"Obviously everyone in school already knows about me and the super hardwork I've put in advocating for tiny rights at our campus, but for the newcomers joining us today, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Amy Baker and I am head of the tiny rights group at Middletown University. All semester, I've been campaigning to ensure that tinies are given equal treatment as woman and I've worked to make sure no tiny is ever squished by a woman, knowingly or otherwise." A few snickers came from the students in the crowd and you yourself would've rolled your eyes if each of them weren't pressing so hard into each of Amy's respective cheeks, that you couldn't move them at all. Amy didn't seem to realize she not only classified as "otherwise" but had probably been responsible for more crushed tinies with her protests than any other girl on campus. "I believed allowing tinies to retain their human shape and integrate into regular-sized society despite their small, squishy nature was crucial to preserve the equal rights of all tinies. Ladies and tinies, I'm here to tell you, that is the worst assumption ever made in my entire life!"
The atmosphere in the room changed. Students who'd been looking bored or had been only half-listening now perked up in their seats. The reporters did likewise. The members of Amy's tiny rights group looked at her like they couldn't believe what she'd just said.
"This week I had an idea to raise awareness of tinies when they ended up stuck to objects or reshaped as clothes, a way for us normal-sized ladies to recognize tinies when they're need and help them. So many tinies volunteered that I couldn't believe it! I shaped or stuck them all then placed them on a stand with a sign saying they were free and it was a complete success! Every single one of the tinies were found and identified, but the most relevant information to my speech today was a fascinating discovery I made! While most tinies resumed their human shape and went on their way, a minority chose to remain as objects and be used by the women who claimed them!"
Now the crowd was murmuring in confusion, asking if Amy was saying what they thought she was saying. Those who'd remembered taking "items" from Amy's protest stand looked at each other uncomfortably and were the most talkative of all.
"Holy crap, my new bra's alive and wants me to wear him?!"
"Oh god, I lost one of the socks I took! I can't believe it!"
"Wait. Haley. So you knew there was a tiny guy in that pudding you ate?"
"Um... y-yeah, sure... obviously... he wanted to be eaten."
Dean Chamberlain raised a hand and the students fell silent. She gave Amy the go ahead to continue.
"I need everyone to understand!" Amy said, raising her hands. "Not all tinies feel this way! Most do just want to be treated as equal to regular-sized women. But for some, the only way they can feel truly equal, is by embracing their squishy nature and being used by women instead! If one of them accompanied you from the stand, it means they can only feel fulfillment and happiness in life by serving the women who took them! I'm sure every woman here who was chosen feels honored to have a tiny by your side who wants to dedicate his life to you. You can pay him back by using him as often as possible and in the shape he's chosen!"
Hearing this made you feel sick. Amy had not only reduced these poor guys to objects but now she was telling every girl who had one to keep him. Hopefully some would be uncomfortable finding out their new clothes were tinies and let them go, but others... might end up like you.
"But I would have no idea that some tinies felt this way if not for the words of the greatest tiny rights activist I've ever known, who happens to be one of my best friends. It all started the day we met, he'd been waiting for me in a place where he knew I was going to sit down, and he ended up lodged in my butt for the entire day. I only found him that night! I apologized to him, thinking I'd accidentally squashed him, and told him all about the tiny rights movement I was leading. I was so stupid! It's only recently he let me know that he'd gone up my butt on purpose! If only I had let him speak about tiny rights to me instead of talking over him with my narrow-minded definition of equality. Luckily, he didn't give up on me," Amy said, unconsciously rubbing her butt cheek in an inappropriate display of affection. "This tiny kept attending my protests even though I wasn't advocating for the rights he truly wanted. He even asked me to shape him into a thong for my stand, and I was still too dumb to get the hint! It was only after everyone else had left that he stayed behind and confessed his deepest desire to me. He told me he wanted me to use him as my thong for the rest of his life, and I was so moved by his request, his courage and his radical views on equality that I agreed on the spot! The past week we've spent together has been the happiest we've been in our lives!"
You listened to the speech in abject disbelief. How could this dim bulb of an activist possibly remember things so wildly inaccurately?! The day you met, Amy hadn't just sat on you, you'd just been one of 50 guys she'd obliviously obliterated with her astronomical ass at orientation! The only thing that was different about you was that you had the poor luck to be positioned under the hole in her pants and be forced to suffer an entire day being crushed in her crack as a result of it! Then she'd told everyone you'd asked her to shape you into a thong when in reality, she had chosen that shape, and you hadn't volunteered for that duty, you'd just agreed to help her with something, not knowing she'd immediately squash and reshape you without your permission. And not only did she still think you'd been the one to tell her you wanted to live as her thong instead of that lying Jessica, but now Amy had built an elaborate fantasy in her head that this was what you'd always wanted since the moment she'd come ass-first into your life! She'd altered her own memories and rewritten your entire history to validate her insane theory that you and her mammoth ass were soulmates!
"Ladies and gentleman, it is my pleasure to announce our new movement for tiny rights, the Tiny Optimal Usage Movement or TOUM named after the movement's co-founder and the best pair of underwear I could ever ask for, Thomas Swift!"
Without further ado, Amy did a repeat of what she'd done in the Dean's office. She hiked up her skirt and bent over, presenting her bare doughy cheeks to a stadium's worth of people, only now she fished a finger into her sweaty crack and yanked you out just enough so that the tanned skin of the back of your head stood out in contrast with her pale flesh. The barely visible part of your body was projected on screen for the entire stadium to see. Everyone had been silent throughout the duration of Amy's speech, perhaps dumbfounded by her words, but upon seeing clear proof the activist was wearing a living tiny man as underwear, it was like they'd broken out of a trance. At once the stadium erupted in a mix of outraged shouts, uncontrollable laughter, and confused murmurings.
While the sound of some people protesting was a welcome sign, it was still the most mortifying moment of your entire life. Your body, which was nothing more than a piece of floss between Amy's behemoth butt cheeks would be broadcast on television, in pictures in the paper and probably go viral online. Even if you ended up freed for this hell, you'd need to transfer schools. There was no way you could stay here and look someone like Chelsea in the eye when you'd be forever remembered as Amy's living thong!
Your hopes now laid completely with your mother. Now that she knew the truth about your being a "special guest" for the speech, you prayed she'd leap into action to save you right away. In fact, perking up your flattened ears, you could actually hear your mother now.
What did you hear from your mom?
1) You heard her angrily protesting. To your pleasant surprise, even she didn't find this funny and she was now arguing with Amy.
2) You heard the familiar sound of your mother's uncontrollable laughter. She may or may not agree with Amy's message, but she'll let the girl finish her speech before she makes her opinion known. First, she's going to record this and share it with Son Squishers!
Their presence comforted Amy. After all, she was doing this speech for them as much as she was for you, but she couldn't deny that you now occupied a special place in her heart. With a clench of her cheeks, Amy gave you one last crushing "hug" for luck, vowing not to let you down.
"Ladies, tinies, fellow students and members of the press, thank you all for being here today, a day which will usher in a new era for the rights of tinies across the globe!"
The tinies in her activist group cheered as loud as they could but it was hard to hear them over the half-hearted applause from those assembled in the stadium for extra credit. The reporters remained neutral.
"Obviously everyone in school already knows about me and the super hardwork I've put in advocating for tiny rights at our campus, but for the newcomers joining us today, I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Amy Baker and I am head of the tiny rights group at Middletown University. All semester, I've been campaigning to ensure that tinies are given equal treatment as woman and I've worked to make sure no tiny is ever squished by a woman, knowingly or otherwise." A few snickers came from the students in the crowd and you yourself would've rolled your eyes if each of them weren't pressing so hard into each of Amy's respective cheeks, that you couldn't move them at all. Amy didn't seem to realize she not only classified as "otherwise" but had probably been responsible for more crushed tinies with her protests than any other girl on campus. "I believed allowing tinies to retain their human shape and integrate into regular-sized society despite their small, squishy nature was crucial to preserve the equal rights of all tinies. Ladies and tinies, I'm here to tell you, that is the worst assumption ever made in my entire life!"
The atmosphere in the room changed. Students who'd been looking bored or had been only half-listening now perked up in their seats. The reporters did likewise. The members of Amy's tiny rights group looked at her like they couldn't believe what she'd just said.
"This week I had an idea to raise awareness of tinies when they ended up stuck to objects or reshaped as clothes, a way for us normal-sized ladies to recognize tinies when they're need and help them. So many tinies volunteered that I couldn't believe it! I shaped or stuck them all then placed them on a stand with a sign saying they were free and it was a complete success! Every single one of the tinies were found and identified, but the most relevant information to my speech today was a fascinating discovery I made! While most tinies resumed their human shape and went on their way, a minority chose to remain as objects and be used by the women who claimed them!"
Now the crowd was murmuring in confusion, asking if Amy was saying what they thought she was saying. Those who'd remembered taking "items" from Amy's protest stand looked at each other uncomfortably and were the most talkative of all.
"Holy crap, my new bra's alive and wants me to wear him?!"
"Oh god, I lost one of the socks I took! I can't believe it!"
"Wait. Haley. So you knew there was a tiny guy in that pudding you ate?"
"Um... y-yeah, sure... obviously... he wanted to be eaten."
Dean Chamberlain raised a hand and the students fell silent. She gave Amy the go ahead to continue.
"I need everyone to understand!" Amy said, raising her hands. "Not all tinies feel this way! Most do just want to be treated as equal to regular-sized women. But for some, the only way they can feel truly equal, is by embracing their squishy nature and being used by women instead! If one of them accompanied you from the stand, it means they can only feel fulfillment and happiness in life by serving the women who took them! I'm sure every woman here who was chosen feels honored to have a tiny by your side who wants to dedicate his life to you. You can pay him back by using him as often as possible and in the shape he's chosen!"
Hearing this made you feel sick. Amy had not only reduced these poor guys to objects but now she was telling every girl who had one to keep him. Hopefully some would be uncomfortable finding out their new clothes were tinies and let them go, but others... might end up like you.
"But I would have no idea that some tinies felt this way if not for the words of the greatest tiny rights activist I've ever known, who happens to be one of my best friends. It all started the day we met, he'd been waiting for me in a place where he knew I was going to sit down, and he ended up lodged in my butt for the entire day. I only found him that night! I apologized to him, thinking I'd accidentally squashed him, and told him all about the tiny rights movement I was leading. I was so stupid! It's only recently he let me know that he'd gone up my butt on purpose! If only I had let him speak about tiny rights to me instead of talking over him with my narrow-minded definition of equality. Luckily, he didn't give up on me," Amy said, unconsciously rubbing her butt cheek in an inappropriate display of affection. "This tiny kept attending my protests even though I wasn't advocating for the rights he truly wanted. He even asked me to shape him into a thong for my stand, and I was still too dumb to get the hint! It was only after everyone else had left that he stayed behind and confessed his deepest desire to me. He told me he wanted me to use him as my thong for the rest of his life, and I was so moved by his request, his courage and his radical views on equality that I agreed on the spot! The past week we've spent together has been the happiest we've been in our lives!"
You listened to the speech in abject disbelief. How could this dim bulb of an activist possibly remember things so wildly inaccurately?! The day you met, Amy hadn't just sat on you, you'd just been one of 50 guys she'd obliviously obliterated with her astronomical ass at orientation! The only thing that was different about you was that you had the poor luck to be positioned under the hole in her pants and be forced to suffer an entire day being crushed in her crack as a result of it! Then she'd told everyone you'd asked her to shape you into a thong when in reality, she had chosen that shape, and you hadn't volunteered for that duty, you'd just agreed to help her with something, not knowing she'd immediately squash and reshape you without your permission. And not only did she still think you'd been the one to tell her you wanted to live as her thong instead of that lying Jessica, but now Amy had built an elaborate fantasy in her head that this was what you'd always wanted since the moment she'd come ass-first into your life! She'd altered her own memories and rewritten your entire history to validate her insane theory that you and her mammoth ass were soulmates!
"Ladies and gentleman, it is my pleasure to announce our new movement for tiny rights, the Tiny Optimal Usage Movement or TOUM named after the movement's co-founder and the best pair of underwear I could ever ask for, Thomas Swift!"
Without further ado, Amy did a repeat of what she'd done in the Dean's office. She hiked up her skirt and bent over, presenting her bare doughy cheeks to a stadium's worth of people, only now she fished a finger into her sweaty crack and yanked you out just enough so that the tanned skin of the back of your head stood out in contrast with her pale flesh. The barely visible part of your body was projected on screen for the entire stadium to see. Everyone had been silent throughout the duration of Amy's speech, perhaps dumbfounded by her words, but upon seeing clear proof the activist was wearing a living tiny man as underwear, it was like they'd broken out of a trance. At once the stadium erupted in a mix of outraged shouts, uncontrollable laughter, and confused murmurings.
While the sound of some people protesting was a welcome sign, it was still the most mortifying moment of your entire life. Your body, which was nothing more than a piece of floss between Amy's behemoth butt cheeks would be broadcast on television, in pictures in the paper and probably go viral online. Even if you ended up freed for this hell, you'd need to transfer schools. There was no way you could stay here and look someone like Chelsea in the eye when you'd be forever remembered as Amy's living thong!
Your hopes now laid completely with your mother. Now that she knew the truth about your being a "special guest" for the speech, you prayed she'd leap into action to save you right away. In fact, perking up your flattened ears, you could actually hear your mother now.
What did you hear from your mom?
1) You heard her angrily protesting. To your pleasant surprise, even she didn't find this funny and she was now arguing with Amy.
2) You heard the familiar sound of your mother's uncontrollable laughter. She may or may not agree with Amy's message, but she'll let the girl finish her speech before she makes her opinion known. First, she's going to record this and share it with Son Squishers!
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