Mom Records for Posterior-ity
A Shrunken College Student
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
You recognized that sound, it was the sound you'd heard countless times before when your mother looked at the bottom of her shoe to find you stuck like a wad of gum, or when she spied you in the mirror plastered to her butt like a design on her leggings, or even, mortifyingly enough, when she saw you floating in the toilet following experiences that you locked away in a vault in your mind. It was the sound of your mother's uncontrollable laughter. Even against the flood of commotion from everyone else in the stadium, you heard it loud and clear, and knew rescue wouldn't be coming anytime soon.
"Oh my god!" Melissa said, clutching her friend, Erin, for support as she struggled to breathe through her giggles. "Tom's her thong! He's her... Tomg! How did he get himself into this?!"
"Didn't you hear?" Erin asked, unable to control her own laughter. "He ASS-ked her!"
This pun set Melissa into fresh peals of laughter, tears actually forming. She reached into her purse and grabbed her phone. "The rest of the girls in Son Squishers need to see this! It's just too perfect!"
Erin felt a pang of jealousy. Melissa was right, this was the perfect content. It blew away what Erin had planned for tonight's posts. When she found out Melissa was coming into town for some silly tiny rights speech, Erin had talked her into letting her be her plus one. She had planned on "finding" her son Pete in her shoe and posting about how "he'd" snuck in to get a front row seat of the tiny rights speech. As the most prolific poster in the Son Squishers club, Erin Meyers had the most liked posts of any other member, but Melissa's video of her son being worn as a thong while a girl argued for his right to be her butt floss would likely topple everything Erin had posted. She tried to think of a way to convince her "friend" to stop recording, but no believable excuse came to mind. Dejectedly, Erin vowed to find a way to seize back the limelight.
Amy, meanwhile, was confused by the reaction of the crowd. She'd expected uproarious applause from the audience. After all, now that she'd laid out the facts for them, everyone should be happy knowing you were in your rightful place. Some girls like Jessica were laughing and cheering but there was also a lot of booing coming from the packed stands. The reporters were on their feet asking a million questions at once. Even the guys in her tiny rights group were waving their hands frantically or shaking their heads in protest, some were even on their knees pleading for Amy to stop talking. At least Ms. Swift was taking the news well. She had tears of joy streaking her cheeks, a smile on her face, and was recording. It was just a shame so few others were so open-minded.
"Oh, Tom," Amy thought compassionately, "no wonder you were so scared of revealing your true desires to me. Thank goodness you knew I would accept you without question. I can't believe so many people at this school are so close-minded. We need to educate them, the same way you educated me. I bet even some of the tinies arguing against us dream of being used like you but are in denial! Don't worry, we'll show them all!"
Snapping you back into place and then pulling you up tight so you were buried even deeper in her crack, Amy lowered her far-too-mini-skirt, leaving copious amounts of butt flesh still exposed, and raised her hands to motion for silence.
"Everyone, please! I know you all have questions and I'll answer them, but you need to calm down! Thomas Swift has chosen to live as my thong and no matter what you say, nothing is going to change that! Being my underwear doesn't make him any less of a person. His role supporting my ass is just as important as my role in spreading this new message about tiny rights! As two equal people, we both deserve the right to live the way that makes us happiest! It just so happens our equal happiness comes in the form of a symbiotic relationship, him as my thong, me as his wearer. And, if I can be blunt for a second, OMG everyone, he is so perfect in this role! He's, like, the most comfortable piece of clothing I own. He doesn't rip or tear like all my past underwear, and I've always had this problem getting sweaty... down there, but he just absorbs it all! I never feel the slightest bit damp! It's so incredible! I... I'm getting off track," Amy said, blushing as she realized she'd just shared way too much information.
She composed herself and continued. "The point is, Tom chose this life of his own freewill. And I know plenty of other tinies will choose it if we're kind enough to give them the chance. Tinies will gladly embrace their roles as not just panties, but as bras, socks, insoles, swimsuits, leggings--maybe all of those items combined, ever-changing as all-purpose objects. Maybe they'll be happy being used by just one woman, like Tom, or maybe they'll want to be used by multiple women, or even choose to be used by the community as public property! They don't just need to be objects either, some might even want to be used as food or stay in their human forms to be used as servants to women. Tinies can choose to be whatever they want! Everyone being free to pursue their own version of an ideal life is what equality's all about! It's what the Tiny Optimal Usage Movement was founded for!"
As Amy's speech came to a passionate end, you expected to hear more shouts, more boos, more signs of protest, and while some women continued to boo her, there were far less than there'd been in the beginning. The women who'd been cheering and laughing at her announcement were just as vocal as ever, but that didn't bother you nearly as much the subdued murmuring that came from the majority of the stadium. These women weren't cruel like Jessica, they were normal regular-size women whose reaction implied they were actually considering Amy's harebrained scheme!
How could this happen?! Everyone knew about Amy Baker's infamous reputation. Her activism to spread tiny rights were notorious for leaving more tinies decimated than if she'd just left them alone. She'd once organized a march for tinies through the quad at the same time classes were letting out, causing every single one of her tiny followers to be trampled under the feet of oblivious co-eds, you among them. Her occupation of a local classroom to raise awareness of tiny rights had ended up taking place during a class she was scheduled to take and had caused the tinies "occupying" the desks to be sat on by unaware students taking their seats. The last sight you'd seen before being crushed by a particularly plump rump had been Amy glued to her phone, oblivious to the carnage she'd caused. When she'd organized a bake sale to raise money for tiny rights, she ended up accidentally turning the rest of the group into secret ingredients for her baked goods! You had ended up in the brownie she saved for herself to celebrate her work and even screaming at the top of your lungs, she hadn't noticed you as she popped you into her mouth. How you got out was another experience that went into your repressed memory vault.
Yet despite all of these incidents and countless more indicating Amy's idiocy, they were being forgotten, ignored, or reexamined in a new light due to her speech.
"I'll now take any questions you might have," Amy said. She pointed at one reporter with her hand raised.
"Miss Baker, do you have any proof that this man, Thomas Swift, chose to live as your thong outside of your word?"
"Duh," Amy said, feeling insulted this woman thought she was so dumb. "I'd have to be the worst tiny activist in the world if I advocated for Tom's usage without knowing 100% he wanted it. In addition to confessing to me, he also confessed to our friend Jessica!"
Jessica stood up, smiling. "She's right! I heard every word. Tom begged to be her thong. He said he wanted it more than anything in the world. He said it was the best way he knew for him and Amy to make a difference for tinies everywhere."
"And... you were the only witness?"
Dean Chamberlain approached the podium and grabbed the microphone. "My daughter has my full support. Just ask any one of our students and faculty and they'll tell you my Jessie is an upstanding example of moral character... right?"
A nervous second passed through the crowd, before the entire student body and faculty burst into thunderous applause, all too worried about offending the Dean to point out Jessica was the most well-known bully on campus.
Amy moved on to the next reporter.
"You say Mr. Swift has chosen to remain in this state. What does his family have to say about his... transformation?"
"You'll have to ask her yourself," Amy said, pointing to your mom. "What do you say, Ms. Swift?"
During the speech your mom had gone from laughing at the spectacle of her son being paraded as a living thong to looking more and more contemplative as Amy's words sank in. It was only now that she really grappled with the enormity of what her son's future could be. Was this really the life he wanted all along? He'd always seemed so cranky when she involved him with her Son Squishers antics. But college was all about finding yourself. Maybe her son had an awakening and found his way into this girl's ass like she claimed? But even if you did want this, would she be a responsible mother letting you spend your life this way? And, more importantly, could she really bear the thought of never seeing you again? You, her only beloved son who she loved spending time with?
"I... um... I don't know what to say," your mom said, sweating under the eyes of the crowd and the cameras. "This is all so sudden."
"I think I can help you make up your mind!"
A voice that you recognized had cried out.
Who was it?
1) Chelsea! Somehow she'd missed the game and was now here to help convince your mom to put a stop to this.
2) Erin Meyers! The Son Squishers content creator wanted to convince your mom to let you be used as property.
"Oh my god!" Melissa said, clutching her friend, Erin, for support as she struggled to breathe through her giggles. "Tom's her thong! He's her... Tomg! How did he get himself into this?!"
"Didn't you hear?" Erin asked, unable to control her own laughter. "He ASS-ked her!"
This pun set Melissa into fresh peals of laughter, tears actually forming. She reached into her purse and grabbed her phone. "The rest of the girls in Son Squishers need to see this! It's just too perfect!"
Erin felt a pang of jealousy. Melissa was right, this was the perfect content. It blew away what Erin had planned for tonight's posts. When she found out Melissa was coming into town for some silly tiny rights speech, Erin had talked her into letting her be her plus one. She had planned on "finding" her son Pete in her shoe and posting about how "he'd" snuck in to get a front row seat of the tiny rights speech. As the most prolific poster in the Son Squishers club, Erin Meyers had the most liked posts of any other member, but Melissa's video of her son being worn as a thong while a girl argued for his right to be her butt floss would likely topple everything Erin had posted. She tried to think of a way to convince her "friend" to stop recording, but no believable excuse came to mind. Dejectedly, Erin vowed to find a way to seize back the limelight.
Amy, meanwhile, was confused by the reaction of the crowd. She'd expected uproarious applause from the audience. After all, now that she'd laid out the facts for them, everyone should be happy knowing you were in your rightful place. Some girls like Jessica were laughing and cheering but there was also a lot of booing coming from the packed stands. The reporters were on their feet asking a million questions at once. Even the guys in her tiny rights group were waving their hands frantically or shaking their heads in protest, some were even on their knees pleading for Amy to stop talking. At least Ms. Swift was taking the news well. She had tears of joy streaking her cheeks, a smile on her face, and was recording. It was just a shame so few others were so open-minded.
"Oh, Tom," Amy thought compassionately, "no wonder you were so scared of revealing your true desires to me. Thank goodness you knew I would accept you without question. I can't believe so many people at this school are so close-minded. We need to educate them, the same way you educated me. I bet even some of the tinies arguing against us dream of being used like you but are in denial! Don't worry, we'll show them all!"
Snapping you back into place and then pulling you up tight so you were buried even deeper in her crack, Amy lowered her far-too-mini-skirt, leaving copious amounts of butt flesh still exposed, and raised her hands to motion for silence.
"Everyone, please! I know you all have questions and I'll answer them, but you need to calm down! Thomas Swift has chosen to live as my thong and no matter what you say, nothing is going to change that! Being my underwear doesn't make him any less of a person. His role supporting my ass is just as important as my role in spreading this new message about tiny rights! As two equal people, we both deserve the right to live the way that makes us happiest! It just so happens our equal happiness comes in the form of a symbiotic relationship, him as my thong, me as his wearer. And, if I can be blunt for a second, OMG everyone, he is so perfect in this role! He's, like, the most comfortable piece of clothing I own. He doesn't rip or tear like all my past underwear, and I've always had this problem getting sweaty... down there, but he just absorbs it all! I never feel the slightest bit damp! It's so incredible! I... I'm getting off track," Amy said, blushing as she realized she'd just shared way too much information.
She composed herself and continued. "The point is, Tom chose this life of his own freewill. And I know plenty of other tinies will choose it if we're kind enough to give them the chance. Tinies will gladly embrace their roles as not just panties, but as bras, socks, insoles, swimsuits, leggings--maybe all of those items combined, ever-changing as all-purpose objects. Maybe they'll be happy being used by just one woman, like Tom, or maybe they'll want to be used by multiple women, or even choose to be used by the community as public property! They don't just need to be objects either, some might even want to be used as food or stay in their human forms to be used as servants to women. Tinies can choose to be whatever they want! Everyone being free to pursue their own version of an ideal life is what equality's all about! It's what the Tiny Optimal Usage Movement was founded for!"
As Amy's speech came to a passionate end, you expected to hear more shouts, more boos, more signs of protest, and while some women continued to boo her, there were far less than there'd been in the beginning. The women who'd been cheering and laughing at her announcement were just as vocal as ever, but that didn't bother you nearly as much the subdued murmuring that came from the majority of the stadium. These women weren't cruel like Jessica, they were normal regular-size women whose reaction implied they were actually considering Amy's harebrained scheme!
How could this happen?! Everyone knew about Amy Baker's infamous reputation. Her activism to spread tiny rights were notorious for leaving more tinies decimated than if she'd just left them alone. She'd once organized a march for tinies through the quad at the same time classes were letting out, causing every single one of her tiny followers to be trampled under the feet of oblivious co-eds, you among them. Her occupation of a local classroom to raise awareness of tiny rights had ended up taking place during a class she was scheduled to take and had caused the tinies "occupying" the desks to be sat on by unaware students taking their seats. The last sight you'd seen before being crushed by a particularly plump rump had been Amy glued to her phone, oblivious to the carnage she'd caused. When she'd organized a bake sale to raise money for tiny rights, she ended up accidentally turning the rest of the group into secret ingredients for her baked goods! You had ended up in the brownie she saved for herself to celebrate her work and even screaming at the top of your lungs, she hadn't noticed you as she popped you into her mouth. How you got out was another experience that went into your repressed memory vault.
Yet despite all of these incidents and countless more indicating Amy's idiocy, they were being forgotten, ignored, or reexamined in a new light due to her speech.
"I'll now take any questions you might have," Amy said. She pointed at one reporter with her hand raised.
"Miss Baker, do you have any proof that this man, Thomas Swift, chose to live as your thong outside of your word?"
"Duh," Amy said, feeling insulted this woman thought she was so dumb. "I'd have to be the worst tiny activist in the world if I advocated for Tom's usage without knowing 100% he wanted it. In addition to confessing to me, he also confessed to our friend Jessica!"
Jessica stood up, smiling. "She's right! I heard every word. Tom begged to be her thong. He said he wanted it more than anything in the world. He said it was the best way he knew for him and Amy to make a difference for tinies everywhere."
"And... you were the only witness?"
Dean Chamberlain approached the podium and grabbed the microphone. "My daughter has my full support. Just ask any one of our students and faculty and they'll tell you my Jessie is an upstanding example of moral character... right?"
A nervous second passed through the crowd, before the entire student body and faculty burst into thunderous applause, all too worried about offending the Dean to point out Jessica was the most well-known bully on campus.
Amy moved on to the next reporter.
"You say Mr. Swift has chosen to remain in this state. What does his family have to say about his... transformation?"
"You'll have to ask her yourself," Amy said, pointing to your mom. "What do you say, Ms. Swift?"
During the speech your mom had gone from laughing at the spectacle of her son being paraded as a living thong to looking more and more contemplative as Amy's words sank in. It was only now that she really grappled with the enormity of what her son's future could be. Was this really the life he wanted all along? He'd always seemed so cranky when she involved him with her Son Squishers antics. But college was all about finding yourself. Maybe her son had an awakening and found his way into this girl's ass like she claimed? But even if you did want this, would she be a responsible mother letting you spend your life this way? And, more importantly, could she really bear the thought of never seeing you again? You, her only beloved son who she loved spending time with?
"I... um... I don't know what to say," your mom said, sweating under the eyes of the crowd and the cameras. "This is all so sudden."
"I think I can help you make up your mind!"
A voice that you recognized had cried out.
Who was it?
1) Chelsea! Somehow she'd missed the game and was now here to help convince your mom to put a stop to this.
2) Erin Meyers! The Son Squishers content creator wanted to convince your mom to let you be used as property.
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